Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Note: This chapter is longer than most, as the action takes place in a single scene, and we couldn’t bring ourselves to split it into two parts. Please try to make it to the end before you pause to, er, “think about what you just read.”

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Jessica had just settled on the bed and opened her book to where she’d left off — then there was a quiet knock on her door. “Come in,” she said.

The door opened and Alice popped her head round. “Can I talk to you about something, Mum?”

Jess nodded. “Of course, darling. Come in and close the door.”

Alice slipped into the room and climbed onto the bed, sitting cross-legged, facing her mother. She was wearing one of her father’s old dress shirts with most of the top buttons undone, allowing Jessica an occasional glimpse of her budding breasts whenever she moved. Glancing down, she was surprised to see that her daughter had gone without panties, offering a tantalising view of her lightly downed pubis.

Is she doing that on purpose? Jessica wondered. Her head swam, her heart throbbed as she struggled not to stare at Alice’s sex. Then she decided not to comment on it — for the moment, at least.

Instead, she gave the girl a shaky smile, trying to seem composed. “What is it, love? Do you want to continue what we were talking about earlier?”

Alice hesitantly nodded. “Well, sort of.”

Jessica gave her a questioning look. “Sort of…?”

“It’s just that, when Azumi told me and Olivia about her mum being a lesbian, I sort of, um, started to look at other mothers, and teachers — even my friends, to see if… if I could tell if they might be gay.”

“So, then… could you?”

Alice shrugged. “Not really. I mean, I saw two ladies hug and kiss each other, but not the same way I saw you kissing Sally or Auntie Rachel.” Jessica felt her face grow hot, but kept quiet.

“Then I saw some girls at school holding hands — but I do that with my friends, too. So I wondered: how would I know if I was a lesbian?”

“Well, I’m not really qualified to answer that,” Jessica responded. “Just because I had one kiss with Rachel and another with Sally, I’m not sure if that makes me gay or not. The truth is, this is all new to me too… so believe me, I’m just as confused about it as you are. Probably more.”

“The thing is, Mum… I’ve been, um, looking at other girls when we’re in the showers after gym class. Some of them are really pretty with all their clothes off, and — and it gives me a funny feeling, like butterflies in my tummy.”

Jessica was riveted by Alice’s words, while her eyes were drawn to the gap in her daughter’s shirt. She saw the beginnings of the girl’s adolescent breasts, as well as a rosy nipple. She noticed, with a sudden flash of excitement, that the tiny bud seemed more prominent as Alice spoke. Then, unable to help herself, Jess glanced down to study her child’s virginal mound, which now appeared to be almost opening like a flower, the petals glistening with morning dew. The sight had her almost dizzy.

I’ve got to be imagining this, Jessica told herself. My little girl and I are having a serious discussion about her feelings — and mine. She can’t be getting sexually aroused by this… can she?

“And then,” Alice continued, “last night, after I saw you, uh, watching that lesbian movie… when I went back to bed, I — I started thinking about, um… doing stuff like that, with girls I know.” She opened her mouth to speak again, then fell silent.

Jess nervously moistened her lips. “Did you… did you do anything about those thoughts you were having?” It felt downright perverse for her to ask, but she had to know.

Alice slowly nodded, her cheeks now flushed a bright pink. “Um, yeah. I touched myself. Down there.” She paused, then added. “Just like you did.”

“Yes, I did,” Jessica said. “Now you know that there’s nothing wrong with masturbating, right? Remember how we talked about this before…” Her voice trailed off as the full significance of the girl’s words struck her. “Wait, wait — how did you know that? I mean, that I was masturbating last night?”

Alice’s eyes filled with horror as she realized what she’d just said. “Um…”

Jess stared at the dismayed girl. “Alice, tell the truth, now… were you spying on me?”

“I’m so sorry, Mum!” Alice cried, clearly upset. “I didn’t mean to spy, it’s just… I could hear that you were watching that movie again, and I really, really wanted to see more of it. I wasn’t looking at you, I promise! It was too dark for me to even see you! But you were making these sounds, so, um, I kinda knew anyhow–”

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Jess cut in. “I suppose I ought to be upset with you for violating my privacy… but on the other hand, you can’t be blamed for being curious, especially when it comes to sex.” She gazed sternly at her daughter. “I’ll let it slide this time, but I’d better not catch you playing Peeping Tom outside my door ever again, okay?”

“Yes, Mum. I won’t do it again, I promise.” Alice gave her mother a sheepish smile, then glanced down at her mother’s bare legs, lingering on them. Jessica suddenly remembered that she, too, had chosen to go without panties under her nightwear.

“Mum? Can I ask something? It’s about… well, when I was standing at your door, and you were, um, masturbating?”

“Yes, you can, love.” Jess patted the empty pillows beside her. “Come sit next to me.”

Alice was on all fours, that old shirt hanging down to expose her chest as she crawled over to sit next to her mum, both with their legs stretched out in front, so Jess could no longer see the enticing treasure between her daughter’s thighs. Just as well, she told herself.

But when she put an arm round Alice, Jessica quickly realised that she could see right down the front of her daughter’s shirt. There was a light sheen of perspiration on the girl’s growing breasts, and Jessica began to feel hot herself, the warmth mostly centered beneath her belly.

She’s your daughter. She’s only twelve. She’s your daughter, damn it. “What was it you wanted to ask me, sweetheart?”

After a moment’s silence, Alice spoke. “When you were touching yourself, I… I heard you say my name. First I thought maybe you saw me, but you didn’t know I was there.” She was staring down at her knees. “Why, Mum?”

Oh. My. GOD. She heard! My daughter heard me call out for her while I fingered my cunt. Even worse, she heard me say it precisely one second before I came like a fucking wildcat. Now what?

Panicked thoughts raced through Jessica’s head as she struggled to come up with an explanation, one that didn’t make her sound like a sex offender.

“Mum?” Her daughter was waiting for an answer.

I can’t lie to her about this. I’ve been telling Alice over and over that she’s growing up fast… well, maybe it’s time I treated her like an adult, tell the truth, and pray to God that she doesn’t hate me for it.

Jess took a deep, steadying breath. “Here’s what happened, sweetheart. I was watching the DVD and… and I was masturbating, just like you said. Well, I started thinking about different women while I watched. There was Rachel, Charlotte Coleman, Gemma from the corner store, Caterina, even some of the girls in the shop. Then your face popped into my mind, and it took me completely by surprise. I guess I must’ve called your name without thinking.”

“Were you thinking of me in that way, you know, like the women in the movie?”

“No!” Jessica answered quickly, turning to look at Alice. “I don’t really know where it came from, seeing you in my head like that. I mean… it’s not like I’m thinking about the two of us having sex.” She sighed, shook her head. “This… attraction to women that I have, it’s so new to me and happening so fast. I’m still not sure what to do with these feelings.” Especially how I feel when I see you naked.

To that end, Jessica couldn’t keep herself from stealing another glance down her daughter’s top while Alice sat quietly, lips pursed, lost in thought.

Out of the blue, the girl finally spoke. “Mum?”

“Hmmm?”

“If you did want to, y’know, do sex stuff with me? I wouldn’t mind.”

Jess gaped at her daughter. “Alice! Where on earth did you get such an idea?” she demanded, the words coming out in a harsher tone than she intended.

The girl seemed to wilt under her mother’s gaze. “Sorry, Mum,” she mumbled, looking away. “That was a stupid thing to say… I didn’t mean it.” Her lower lip was quivering. She pulled away from Jessica, getting on her feet. “I should go to bed.”

Shocked by her daughter’s words — but even more by her distress — Jessica raised a hand. “Wait!” Once again, she patted the spot on the bed beside her. “Please come back, sweetheart. I’m sorry — I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”

Alice glumly studied her mother. “No, it’s my fault. I was being dumb.”

Jess folded her arms. “Alice Matthews,” she said, a firm edge in her tone, “I won’t allow anyone to call my daughter ‘dumb,’ even my daughter. Now you come sit right here–” she patted the bed once more –”and let’s talk about this. That’s what grownups do.”

“Okay.” The girl’s expression was still sorrowful, but she did rejoin her mother, seating herself by Jessica’s side. “I didn’t really mean what I said about sex stuff, though. I was only kidding.”

“Shhhhh…” Jessica enfolded Alice in a warm embrace, cradling the girl’s head to her chest. “Listen to me, dearest. I would never be angry with you, or even think less of you, because of your feelings. Not if they’re feelings of love. Or desire — that’s a kind of love, too. Understand?”

“I… I think so,” Alice said, snuggling into her mother.

“Okay. Let’s talk some more about that. You told me how you like to look at other girls in the gym shower, and that the sight of them naked… well, let’s just say that it gets you excited, in a sexual way. Right?”

“Kind of, yeah.”

“Maybe you’ve been looking at some of your friends in a different way, thinking about what it would be like to kiss them… maybe even touch them, yes?”

“Uh, well, sometimes.”

“Good,” Jess said, patting her daughter’s back. “And when you saw parts of that DVD that I was watching last night, the one with the lesbians making love… that turned you on, didn’t it?”

“Uh-huh.” Alice’s head was resting on Jessica’s right breast, with only the fine silk of the nightgown she wore between the girl’s cheek and her bare skin.

“Now, how did it make you feel when you saw me kissing Sally this afternoon? Did that excite you?”

“Um, yeah… it did.”

“All right. Now I have one last question, sweetheart, and I hope you’ll trust me enough to answer it honestly. These sexual thoughts you’ve been experiencing… have you had them for me, too?”

There was a long silence… finally, Alice whispered, “Yes.” Lifting her head, she looked helplessly at her mother. “That’s bad, huh?”

Though her pulse was racing, Jess carefully measured her words before she spoke. “No, dearest. I know that these feelings are part of the love you feel for me… how could I think that it’s wrong for you to feel love?” She took the girl’s hand, gave it a squeeze. “Since you’ve trusted me with your secret, I’m going to share one of mine.” She paused, trying to summon up every ounce of courage she had. “Alice, when I saw you asleep this morning, completely naked… it aroused me. In a sexual way.”

The twelve-year-old gaped at her mother. “You… it did?”

“Uh-huh,” Jessica said. “And then, just a little while ago, I noticed that you aren’t wearing anything under that old shirt of your father’s. The way you were sitting, right after you came in? I could see your… well, I could see your pussy. That got me excited.”

“Wow,” said a dazed Alice — almost too quietly to be heard.

“So don’t think of yourself as bad. Not unless you think I am, too. Okay?”

“Um… okay.” Furrowing her brow, the girl said nothing for a brief moment, then, “Mum?”

“Yes, my love.”

“If I asked you to do something for me… could you maybe think about it first, don’t just say ‘no’ right away? Please?”

What’s this? Jessica wondered. “I promise, sweetheart.”

“Would you…” Alice faltered at first, then said, “Would you kiss me, Mum? The same way you did Aunt Rachel?”

The crazed thudding of her heartbeat pounded in Jessica’s ears as she absorbed the girl’s words. Now what? How do I get myself out of this? I don’t want to hurt her feelings, but how can I kiss my own daughter like she was my lover?

A sudden warmth flickered through her as another question made itself known: Do I want to kiss her that way?

She pictured it, trying to imagine what it would be like. I’m sure it would feel nice — taking her in my arms, kissing that pretty mouth. Oh my God, you did NOT just think that.

Frowning, fighting to clear her head, she said, “Alice…”

“Mu-um! You said you’d think about it first! You promised!” The girl cried, glaring at her mother.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you’re right, I did,” Jess hastened to say. “Fair enough. I will think about it. Okay? Now, you really ought to get back to bed.”

Alice shook her head. “Think about it now, Mum. I’m not even a little bit tired!” She smiled. “Tell you what — turn around, and I’ll rub your shoulders while you think. You always love it when I do that.”

Not knowing what else to do, Jessica meekly did as her daughter asked and presented her back to the girl, who slipped both hands inside the silken nightie that Jess wore and began to knead her mother’s shoulders.

Alice sometimes gave back or shoulder rubs to her mother if she seemed especially tired after a day at the shop — or to her younger sisters, if they asked nicely. Jess had been somewhat tense of late, perhaps because of this ongoing struggle with her own sexuality… and at that moment, the touch of her daughter’s hands felt positively divine.

All the while, she grappled with Alice’s heartfelt request.

I shouldn’t do it, that much I know. Especially considering that the very sight of Alice in that sloppy old shirt gets me aroused. At least I can finally admit that to myself.

Then again, it would make her happy — isn’t it worth breaking the rules for that?

And who made up these “rules,” anyway? Why shouldn’t I kiss my daughter that way if she really wants it — or if we both do? She’s questioning her sexuality… well, so am I. Perhaps it’ll help us both understand what we want.

Jessica’s heart skipped a beat as Alice slowly drew the top of her nightie open, exposing more of her bare skin — then she moaned as the girl’s soft lips brushed her neck.

It fanned the hidden spark of her desire, whipped it into an open flame. Jess reached up to grasp her daughter’s hand, then turned to face the girl. With her free arm, she encircled Alice’s waist, drawing her near as if they were about to attempt a slow dance.

Alice was staring at her mother in complete awe — and Jess could feel herself falling into those lovely eyes, losing herself, her soul. I can’t even think of saying no.

“I love you, baby girl,” Jessica whispered. “Oh my God, I love you.” And she kissed her daughter.

It began with a gentle peck, then several more on Alice’s mouth and around it, lingering a bit longer with each one — finally pausing to trace her daughter’s lower lip with a flick of the tongue.

Jessica’s intention was to kiss her daughter with a steadily rising passion, showing her how real lovers did it. Instead, Alice surprised her by making a move first, the girl’s tongue darting into her mother’s mouth.

Even a few moments earlier, such unexpected boldness from her twelve-year-old would have caused Jess to quickly break away, shocked by her daughter’s behavior. But now her lust was running rampant, the flame fanned into a raging fire. She met and matched the girl’s fervor, meeting Alice’s tongue with hers.

The front of Jessica’s nightie had come open — catching the attention of Alice, who hesitantly reached out to cup her mother’s bare breast. Jess moaned into Alice’s mouth when the girl’s soft palm brushed a nipple, quickly causing it to stiffen.

It’s happening so fast, Jess thought. I really ought to put a stop to this, or at least discuss it with Alice first, before we take things too far. Except… she doesn’t want to stop. And damn it, neither do I.

Whatever shyness Alice had felt about touching her mother was now gone. The girl had both hands inside Jessica’s silk nightgown, fondling her breasts, teasing the nipples with curious fingertips. Jess loved it, loved it. Her daughter’s caresses were clumsy, but each one was a thing of perfect beauty. A poem, one told with hands, not words.

As Alice’s confidence grew, Jess herself became bolder. Placing a hand on her daughter’s shoulder, she began to explore the girl through her shirt, very slowly moving down her chest, gently pressing against the worn fabric until she felt a hard nipple. Alice trembled, whispering, “Oh, Mom…”

The shirt that Alice wore was open down to the fourth button. Jessica found that button and carefully unfastened it — then the next, then another, until they were all undone. She slipped a hand inside, caressing the young girl’s neck and shoulder. Finally, taking hold of the frayed collar, Jess pushed the shirt off and let it fall away from Alice’s upper half, leaving the twelve-year-old nude before her mother.

Suddenly bashful, Alice folded both arms across herself. “I — I’m too skinny,” she protested.

Before her daughter had finished speaking the words, Jessica was already shaking her head. “Don’t say that, sweetheart. Here — let me see you.” She gently drew Alice’s arms away from her body, then studied the girl’s nakedness. “Oh, my sweet child,” she whispered, “your body is… it’s exquisite.”

She reached out to touch Alice’s lips, then slowly trailed the tips of her fingers downward, over the chin and neck, then to her chest. Am I really doing this? she wondered. Yes, yes I am, and I don’t care who says it’s wrong. We both want this — and for right now, that’s good enough.

Jess covered her daughter’s breast with her hand, the fingers spreading out like an opening fan, then moved her palm over the small mound in small circles before taking a nipple between two fingers and giving it a playful tweak.

At this, Alice shivered, a tiny whimper escaping her lips, and placed a hand on her mother’s bare thigh. Jess leaned in to give the preteen a kiss, their tongues briefly sparring before she broke away, nuzzling a path down her daughter’s soft neck. Alice’s head lolled back, opening herself up to the woman’s exploring mouth.

Jessica kissed down further, until she was able to take her daughter’s nipple between her lips, flicking the tip of her tongue over the tender bud.

“Ohmigod, Mom!” Alice cried, arching her back. Jerking her hand away from Jessica’s leg, the girl thrust it between her own thighs, clumsily groping her sex.

Jessica’s desire surged even higher at the realisation that her daughter was masturbating. Unable to resist, she copied Alice, moving a hand down to her own dripping cunt — sliding one, then two fingers easily into the hot tunnel, fucking herself fast and hard.

Alice moaned — but in frustration, not rapture. Clutching Jessica’s arm with her free hand, she breathlessly said, “Can you please help me, Mum? I c-can’t get the good feeling.”

Raising her head from Alice’s chest, Jessica saw the helpless need in her daughter’s eyes. She knew this was a huge step to take, touching the vagina of her twelve-year-old girl — but that imploring look rendered Jess unable to refuse. She needs my help. I can’t deny her that.

Withdrawing her fingers from her own syrupy cunt, Jess quickly shed her nightie — now, mother and daughter were both nude. Propping herself against the pillows that cushioned the headboard, she gestured Alice to her. “Sit back against me, sweetheart.”

The girl obliged, settling back against her mother’s bare body.

Jessica reached out to cup Alice’s vulva, amazed by its softness. There was a mere sprinkling of pubic down; otherwise, her daughter’s sex might have passed for that of a child. For some reason, that thought aroused Jess even more.

She used a finger to part the girl’s labia, running it up and down the slit to open her up, seeking out the clitoris with her thumb. Jess gently penetrated Alice with the tip of one finger, moving cautiously, not wanting to do her an injury. She probed into the vagina, gradually going deeper — then lightly brushed her daughter’s clitoris, alternating between the two.

As Jess quickened her pace, Alice began to squirm about, her voice growing steadily louder as she gasped and moaned, lost in a rising ecstasy. Worried that the sound might wake her younger daughters, Jessica turned the girl’s face toward hers and muffled her cries with a kiss.

Suddenly Alice went stiff — then three huge tremors shook her body, and a lungful of held breath escaped her lips in a sigh before she went limp in her mother’s arms. She was breathing heavily, her skin glazed with sweat, mouth hanging slack.

Jess realised that her daughter had just enjoyed her first real orgasm at the hands of another, but she had yet to achieve her own release. Before she could see to that, though, the reality of what she’d just done kicked in. Now she was having second thoughts.

“Alice… are you okay? Um, maybe I shouldn’t have done that.” Silence. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, that I… if I went too far with you just then.”

Still nestled between Jessica’s thighs, Alice struggled to sit up, then turned to face her mother, shaking her head. “No, Mum, it’s okay, it was great! I wanted you to do it, honest.”

She glanced down at her mum’s pussy — the dark pink flesh still glistening with wetness — then back up at Jess. “Can I make you feel good now?”

Despite the dazed shock she felt at her actions, Jessica still ached to reach the pinnacle of her own orgasm… but despite that fierce need, she didn’t feel quite ready to be pleasured by her twelve-year-old daughter. I’d probably have to teach her how, she thought, and that just seems weird. Christ, I already feel enough like a bloody pervert. Still, I don’t want to hurt Alice’s feelings…

Reaching for her nightie, Jess held it to her chest, concealing her nudity as best she could. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, sweetie. Maybe we should call it a night.”

But now there was a determined set to Alice’s jaw that Jessica knew all too well. Her daughter was usually a well-behaved girl, but could be amazingly stubborn when she chose. “No,” she said, not even raising her voice. “I don’t want to.”

With that, she took hold of her mother’s silken gown, pulling it away to bare the woman’s breasts, then quickly bent to take the tip of one between her lips.

“Alice!” Jess gasped as the girl felt for her other breast, clumsily fondling the soft globe as she began to suck her mum’s swollen nipple.

Too startled to speak, Jessica instinctively placed a hand over her sex, as if for protection. Make her stop, push her away! her conscience insisted.

Somehow, though, she couldn’t bring herself to spurn her daughter, to reject the girl’s affection. It seemed downright cruel. What if she cried?

You shouldn’t let her make love to you! that small voice insisted.

The warmth of Alice’s mouth, the caress of her tongue as it bathed Jessica’s nipple, the palm of the girl’s hand gliding over her breast, the knowledge that it was her own little girl giving her such lovely feelings — these things and more had the older woman dizzy with pleasure, desperate for release.

Jessica’s instincts pleaded with her to submit, to let Alice have what she wanted — I want it too, she had to admit — but those remaining stirrings of guilt nagged at her to stop this, send her daughter off to bed before it was too late.

Then, just as Jess placed a hand on Alice’s arm, on the verge of saying, Sweetie, maybe we should stop, the twelve-year-old made her next move. Reaching between Jessica’s thighs, she firmly grasped the woman’s hand, moving it out of the way, then replaced it with her own, tentatively exploring her mum’s sex.

That internal fire blazed anew, quickly mounting into a roaring inferno. Overwhelmed, driven beyond rational thought, Jess fell back into the pillows, legs parting as she surrendered to her daughter’s touch.

I’m only human, damn it. Need this so badly, I can’t say no!

Alice’s fingers were unsure at first — but she paid close attention to how her mother responded, and soon they were sheathed in the woman’s vagina, probing her creamy tunnel. The girl was working from an awkward position, though, so she moved further down the bed, crouching over Jessica’s thighs, concentrated on plumbing the depths of her mother’s cunt.

This improved access allowed Alice to penetrate her mother for real, thrusting in and out of Jessica’s pussy with a hard, steady rhythm. The air was thickening with the scent of womanly passion, making the girl’s head swim when she breathed it in.

As she savored the intoxicating aroma, Alice spied her mother’s clitoris, now engorged and erect. Without breaking the rhythm of her pumping arm, she used the thumb on her other hand to tease the pink pearl.

Jessica’s body stiffened. “Ah! Oh yes, m-my sweet little girl, that feels so, s-so gooood… Ooooohh!”

Never in her life had Alice known a greater thrill. The heat, the slippery wetness, the rich perfume of Mum’s pussy — the twelve-year-old’s fantasies hadn’t even come close to capturing what she felt now. I’m fucking my own mum, she kept thinking. I’m fucking Mummy.

It was an incredible experience, but there was something else that Alice wanted to try — something that had seemed ridiculous, the first time one of her schoolmates had mentioned it. But since then, she’d read about girls doing it to each other in the naughty stories she sought out on the internet… and just last night, Alice had seen it happening for real, on Aunt Rachel’s lesbian DVD.

Drawing closer to Mum’s womanly center, Alice nervously moistened her lips. The earthy smell was stronger here, and the warmth of Jessica’s pussy was so intense that the girl could feel it on her face.

Don’t be a scaredy-cat, she told herself. You can do this!

Taking a deep breath, Alice quickly withdrew both hands from between her mother’s legs, then buried her mouth in the woman’s dark brown bush. Jess groaned in protest — a groan that rose to a sharp squeal when her daughter made oral contact, the girl’s lips pressing a kiss into the moist folds of her vagina.

Sampling the flavor, Alice decided that she liked it — tart and strong, a bit salty. Her tongue emerged to lick, trailing up and down the juicy cleft.

Jess stared up at the ceiling, her heart pounding in a crazy mixture of excitement, arousal and shock, all heightened by the warm, wet tongue of her twelve-year-old.

It’s like the wildest dream I’ve ever had, she thought, only it’s not a dream. My own daughter is going down on me. How can this be real?

The girl was clearly a novice at cunnilingus, but made up for it with her enthusiasm for the task. Those long, luscious licks were anything but hesitant.

Alice’s mood was positively euphoric. She loved her mother, loved feasting on her pussy. It was like eating a piece of some rich, exotic fruit that tasted better and better with every nibble. Her nose and mouth were pressed against the humid slit, her tongue delving inside, the thick, warm nectar oozing down her throat as she drank from her mother.

“Oh, sweetheart… I — I love you, love you s-so much, you’re making Mummy feel wonderful, ohhhhh, yes….” Jessica was groping her breasts, scissoring the nipples between trembling fingers.

The girl wanted to make her mum come really hard, and she knew that the best feelings came when you played with that little bump near the top of your pussy. Mum’s is bigger than mine, too, she thought. Bet that means that she’ll come even more!

Nuzzling her way upward, Alice found the fiery pink nubbin, took it between her lips and instinctively began to suck it like a nipple, occasionally teasing the tip with her tongue. It wasn’t as yummy as licking Mum’s hole, but the taste was still there.

It was too much for Jessica. She gave a choked gasp as her body jerked hard, an orgasm mauling her like a wild animal. Clapping a hand to her mouth, she fought to stifle her voice, all the while longing to scream out loud in purest ecstasy.

Her rapture rose to an unimaginable peak, then began to slowly wane — but not knowing when to stop, Alice continued to nurse from her mother’s clit. Oh God, no more — my heart will give out! Jess reached out blindly, gave the girl’s shoulder a squeeze.

“Th-that’s enough, love,” she stammered, then moaned when Alice said goodbye to her pussy with one last playful lick. Dazed as she was, Jessica couldn’t help but laugh at that.

She studied the smiling twelve-year-old, whose lips and chin were now coated with her fluids… a sight that had Jessica’s lust purring all over again. Crooking a finger, she beckoned Alice to her. “Come here, my love…” she said between deep breaths, “Mummy wants a kiss.”

With a happy sigh, the girl crawled into her mother’s arms. Their mouths met, tongues mingled. Jess hummed contentedly as she tasted herself in their kiss, cradling her daughter close.

After awhile, they slowly drifted apart. Her eyes fluttering open, Jessica gazed at Alice, who was lying on top of her mother, lazily stroking the woman’s breasts. “Oh, sweetie, that was — it was wonderful. Um, you don’t… feel bad about what we just did, do you?”

Alice shook her head. “No, Mum — it was the best. Thank you for, for all of it!”

Jessica lightly caressed her daughter’s bare back. “Let me ask you something, Alice.”

“Uh, okay.”

“When we were talking earlier, you made it sound like, well, you’d never even kissed another girl…”

“I haven’t, Mum. Not like we just did, anyhow!”

“Okay, but here’s what I’m wondering: you seem to have a fairly good idea of how women have sex with other women. Like someone showed you how.”

Alice made a face. “Actually, I kinda… read about it.”

“Read about it?” echoed Jessica, arching an eyebrow. “And where, pray tell, did you do this reading?”

The girl was visibly embarrassed. “Umm… this website I found. See, I wanted to know more about lesbians, so I looked ‘round the internet for, uh, stuff about that. This one site had a whole bunch of stories. I read all about ladies having sex, and I got some good ideas that way.” She paused. “Was that wrong for me to do?”

“Well, no,” Jess said. “I’ve never really had any rules about what you girls can look up on the computer, so technically, you’re in the clear.” She gave a shaky laugh. “Funny, I never even thought about it. God knows why… at your age, I’d look at anything I could find that was to do with sex.” She looked back at her daughter. “What website is this?”

“I’ll show it to you,” said Alice. “Oh… and, um, there’s something else about that site, I guess I should say. They have a lot of stories that are…” She hesitated, her cheeks now a brighter pink.

Jessica’s curiosity was aroused. “What?”

“They’re about… girls, doing stuff with their mums…”

Like we just did. The sentence completed itself in Jessica’s head, accompanied by the beating of her pulse.

Alice continued, her blush deepening. “That’s, um, kinda where I got the idea about us, Mum. Those were the stories I liked the best… and when I read ‘em, it made me want to… do things with you.” She gazed pensively at her mother. “We’re not s’posed to, though — are we?”

Jess sighed heavily. “No, we’re not, love. Definitely not. But… we did. There’s an old saying that goes, ‘You can’t unring a bell,’ and I’d say it applies here. Of course, we could try to forget it happened, don’t even talk about it, not ever. Is that what you want?”

“No!” Alice declared. “I don’t care if other people tell us it’s wrong. I loved it! Can we, um, have sex again some time? Pretty please?”

Jessica’s head swam. My God, she wants more of this! Then again, don’t I want more of it, too? Admit it, the notion is a tempting one…

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” she said. “That’s something we have to do some serious thinking about, both of us… and it’s awfully late. Let’s sleep on this, okay? I’m not telling you no — not yet, anyhow.”

“Okay,” Alice said. “Mum? Are we both lesbians now, do you think?”

“Well… I might be becoming one, but I think you’re a little young to make that decision just yet. You could be dating boys before very long. Only stick to kissing with them for the time being, not the other stuff. I’m nowhere close to wanting grandchildren.”

“I don’t know,” Alice said with a shrug. “I like a couple of boys, but not that way. Right now, I only want to kiss girls, so maybe I am gay.”

“Could be, sweetie. Now off to bed with you. We’ve both got to get up early tomorrow.”

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” Alice asked.

“Um, sure — but no more fooling around, all right? Not until we’ve discussed this.”

“Okay.”

They settled down beneath the covers, then Jess switched off the bedside lamp. Within seconds, Alice was dozing peacefully. As for Jessica, she expected to remain awake for a good long while — brooding about what she and her daughter had done, what the consequences might be, and how to deal with Alice’s insistence that they make love again. But she surprised herself by drifting off a few minutes later.

*****

Jessica woke with a start at the sound of a voice calling, “Mummy?”

She opened her eyes to daylight — and nine-year-old Katie standing at the foot of the bed.

Startled, Jess snatched at her alarm clock, sighing with relief to see that she hadn’t overslept. It was nearly time to get up, though.

Katie wore a curious frown. “Mummy, how come Alice is in bed with you?”

With a sudden rush of realisation, the events of last night flashed in Jessica’s mind. Feeling panicked, she glanced sideways at her eldest daughter, lying next to her, stark naked beneath the sheets. Fumbling for some, any excuse, she said, “Um, Alice had a bad dream, sweetie. She still felt a little frightened, so I told her she could sleep with me.”

Alice scowled a bit — clearly, she wasn’t pleased with her little sister thinking that she’d been scared, and then had to come sleep in Mommy’s bed like a baby. Still, that was their story, and now she was stuck with it.

Katie did seem to be on the verge of mocking Alice, but something else distracted her. “Mommy, you don’t have your nightdress on!”

Damn it. “Uh, it was hot, so I took it off,” she quickly responded, pulling the blanket up to cover herself.

Now Katie was peering at her big sister, noticing that her shoulders were bare. “You too, huh? I dunno… I didn’t feel hot.”

“I might’ve had too many covers on the bed,” Jessica said, but Katie was focused on Alice.

“You had a scary dream? What about?” she queried.

“I don’t remember.” Alice answered.

The younger girl nodded. “It must’ve been pretty bad. I think I maybe heard you making noise last night.”

Jessica quickly interjected, “Come on, girls, time to get ready for school,” eager to change the subject.

Alice slipped from beneath the covers, hastily wriggling into her old nightshirt to conceal her nudity. Jess couldn’t help but notice that Katie was watching her big sister dress. Hmmm… interesting, she thought, as Alice hastened from the room, her cheeks flushed a lively pink.

Curious to see how her nine-year-old would respond, Jessica got out of bed, but took her time covering her own nakedness — pretending not to know where her silk nightie was at first, then languidly picking it up from the floor, slipping into it and fastening the tie around her waist.

Glancing over at Katie, she felt her heart skip a beat. The child was staring at her, mouth slightly open. Jess had never been especially casual about her own nudity, so this must have been the first time in years that she had seen her mummy in the altogether. Still, should she be that interested in the view?

“Katie?” Jessica said.

Her daughter started. “Huh?”

“Can you wake Poppy for me, sweetie? Then go take your shower.”

“Oh, um — sure, Mummy.” The flustered girl padded out of the room.

Jessica watched Katie go, her brow furrowed in thought. Finally, with a shake of the head, she made her way down to the kitchen to start breakfast.

On to Chapter Five!