Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

Two big things happened after that. Well, actually, there were more than two big things, but it was the first two big things that led to all the other big things.

While we were eating our breakfast that morning (after Margaret had practically smothered both me and Jessica with her huge boob squeezes), Jess asked where her mom was, since normally she would be up and having coffee with us by that time. But then Margaret told us Karen wasn’t home… because she’d spent the night with my mom! Oh my god, so cool!

Once we’d heard this news, Jess and I couldn’t stop talking about it, how great it was, and I saw that Sophie and Margaret were also smiling an awful lot. They seemed really happy the way things were going, with us falling love, me and Jess, and with our moms apparently becoming lovers at the same time.

I sure was excited about everything. I held hands with Jess pretty much all morning, even while we were eating, and she and I kissed a whole lot too — right in the open in front of Margaret and Sophie, which is something we hadn’t done that much before. It just felt like love was all around us. Maybe that sounds sort of stupid, I don’t know and I don’t really care, ‘cause I felt so fantastic!

And you know what? That awesome news about our mothers spending the night together isn’t even one of the big things I mentioned earlier. Just wait till you hear!

So, okay, the first of those things happened the following night, on Monday after dinner. It turned out I stayed most of the day on Sunday at Jessica’s house, since it wasn’t until pretty late in the afternoon when our two moms finally showed up. And talk about looking happy! They were both smiling like crazy, and they couldn’t seem to stop holding hands or touching each other, just like me and Jess.

Mom and I drove home fairly soon after that. I noticed she seemed kind of nervous or something, still really cheerful but like she had something on her mind and couldn’t decide what to say about it. This made me a little nervous too, naturally. Later, though, when I found out the next day what the deal was, what she was thinking about, everything turned out just fine. In fact, way more than fine!

She got home from work on Monday at the regular time, around 6:00, gave me a kiss and asked me how my day had gone at school and everything, just the usual stuff. Then she went to her bedroom and took off her work clothes, coming back a few minutes later wearing tight jeans and a lavender polo shirt — obviously without a bra under it. Her boobs were swaying, her nipples sticking out.

“You look really nice, Mom,” I said, sort of trying to flirt with her.

She winked at me, “Thank you, darling,” then headed for the kitchen to start making dinner for us. I went back to watching TV.

Later, though, after she and I finished cleaning up the dishes together, Mom told me she wanted to have a little chat. It seemed pretty obvious that she was ready now to talk to me about whatever it was that had been on her mind the day before.

We sat down on the sofa in the living room, side by side. She’d poured herself another glass of wine, and before beginning the conversation, took a long drink. Then she set the glass down and patted my leg, smiling warmly as she said, “I know I don’t say this enough, but Lia, I love you very much.”

It seemed to me that she said it a lot, or at least she had been lately, for the past couple of weeks. Anyway, I just said, “I love you too, Mom.”

“And I want you to know I’m very happy about you and Jessica, about your relationship. I hadn’t realized quite how far you two had progressed until Karen told me about it. But I’m totally fine with that, very very pleased, okay?”

“Sure, um, okay.”

“I think it’s wonderful that you’ve found someone you love. She’s an absolutely darling girl, just adorable. And, uh, I don’t mind at all whatever you and she do together. I approve of it completely. There’s no problem. You don’t have to hide or pretend that nothing’s going on, all right? You can feel free with her around me.”

I didn’t say anything in reply to that, simply nodded, but my heart was beating fast. I wondered where this might be going.

“Also, as I’m sure you’ve figured out, Jessica’s mother and I have, well, have begun a relationship of our own. She and I are lovers… and I hope and believe we’ll be more than just lovers. I think we may in fact be together for a very long time.”

She paused for a moment. I smiled at her and said, “That’s nice, Mom. I’m really glad.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. I do hope you and Jessica will be together too for a long time. I’d like all four of us to be close, very close.”

What did that mean?! She couldn’t actually be saying what I thought was saying, could she??

My mother gazed steadily into my eyes. She licked her lips. I could see that she was breathing kind of heavy, apparently becoming aroused. Her hand was on my shoulder, but now she caressed my neck, very softly. That tickled a little bit, but it also turned me on, a lot. She licked her lips again, then slowly leaned toward me and kissed my mouth.

Her lips were soft and warm on mine. It felt totally great. She held the kiss for a long time too, several seconds anyway, definitely a lot longer than you’d expect a mom to do with her kid. I loved it.

As my mother pulled back from the kiss, she had that look in her eyes again, like I’d seen when she got in bed with me at night, or the way she’d stared at my naked body in the changing room at Victoria’s Secret. It was a look that said she wanted me, wanted to make love with me, with her daughter.

Oh my god, was it possible that some of my hottest fantasies were about to come true? Having sex with my own mom? Could it be?

I suddenly realized my legs were jiggling, my hands shaking. In fact, my whole body was trembling with excitement. I tried to calm down and sit still, but I just couldn’t. I was too worked up.

Then Mom said, “I have a confession to make, honey, something important I need to tell you.”

I could barely speak at this point, but somehow managed to squeak out, “Um… all right.”

“I’m pretty sure by now,” she began, “that you know all about masturbation.”

My eyes went wide.

She didn’t seem to notice this, though, and continued, “I, well, I know I really should have talked with you about all those things long before this. You know, about the facts of life and so on. I’m sorry I didn’t. I’m sorry for a lot of things. I haven’t spent nearly as much time with you as I wish I had for the last few years. But, anyway, that’s all past. Starting now I’m going to be a lot more open with you. And I hope you will be with me too, okay?”

“Sure, okay.”

“So, the thing is, I masturbate a lot myself. Of course, that’s not exactly news. Most women and most girls do it. Everyone does. But, uh… that’s not what I wanted to tell you about. It’s, it’s what I use when I masturbate, the kind of… pornography I like.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded.

Oddly, when she started talking with me about this, I found myself getting more relaxed. I guess that was because I was so interested, so curious about what I might hear.

“First, I should tell you that, even though I was married for a few years to your father, I’m not sure I ever was heterosexual. I may have thought I was growing up, but I think I was just confused. Once I began, um, dating women, following the divorce, I realized that I’d always been a lesbian. I’d always liked girls, been much more excited by girls than boys. You know what I mean?”

“Yeah,” I grinned.

Mom squeezed my shoulder, then picked up her glass and took another drink of wine. Setting the glass down again, she said, “I apologize for not coming out and telling you about my orientation before this. But I suppose you may have figured that out on your own.”

“Well, except you never really dated anyone that I can remember. Before Karen, I mean.”

“Yes, I guess that’s right. I haven’t dated at all for several years, and before that, when you were younger, I was rather secretive about it.”

She looked at me, evidently waiting for a response. I just shrugged and said, “Okay.”

“What I’m telling you is, I am a lesbian. I want to be clear about that, Lia, and make sure you’re okay with it.”

“Yeah, of course,” I said, shrugging again.

“Good.” She took another sip of wine, and then another, emptying the glass. She smacked her lips. “Now, let’s talk about pornography.”

 

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At Karen’s house that night, pornography was on the menu too. She and her daughter hadn’t really said much about it, though. After they finished their dinner, Karen simply took Jess by the hand and led her from the dining room into the family room. There she switched on the big screen TV, which started up in the middle of a wild lesbian orgy — half a dozen women and teenage girls, naked and sweaty, kissing and touching and licking and finger-fucking, screaming as they climaxed.

Instead of focusing on the movie, however, Karen quickly took off all her clothes and asked Jessica to do the same, which the child happily did.

Standing nude in front of her daughter, facing toward her, Karen said, “I really need to come,” as she began massaging her pussy with both hands.

“Okay,” Jess giggled.

“And I’d like to see you come too,” Karen added with a saucy wink, “if you want to, that is.”

“Yeah, okay, sure.” Jessica opened her legs and started playing with herself as she watched her mom masturbate.

They were alone in the family room. Jess had seen Sophie only briefly after school, and following dinner, Margaret and Freja both had disappeared. Evidently Karen wanted it this way, just the two of them.

“That’s right, baby girl,” said Karen, licking her lips and staring at Jessica’s crotch. “Do it for Mommy.”

In response, Jess slid down a bit on the couch and spread her legs even wider. With her fingers she opened her labia, giving her mother a good look at her juicy vagina.

“Fuck, yeah!” hissed Karen.

Squatting slightly, the woman pushed two fingers up inside her own cunt, groaning with pleasure. She was extremely wet.

 

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My mother reached around beside the sofa for a briefcase, which I hadn’t noticed was there, and opened it, taking out a laptop. I’d never seen that computer before.

She started it up after entering a long password, but before letting me see what was on the screen, she said, “I think that, um, that everyone has their own individual taste in pornography. Some people don’t watch it at all, of course, though I’m pretty sure most adults do at various times, and a lot of kids too, naturally. But, uh… everyone just finds what they like best, what turns them on the most. You know what I mean?”

I shrugged. “I guess so.”

“Well, so, for me,” she continued, “the thing I find most exciting is pictures and occasionally movies of… well, of young girls. Sexy naked little girls. Not women, but girls in their teens or even younger.”

I’m sure my eyes were popping out at that point, and I know I was breathing fast. I’d sort of suspected this, or something like it, but actually hearing her say those words was mind-blowing.

Mom smiled. She leaned over to give me a soft kiss on the lips, then turned the laptop toward me.

The first thing we looked at was a set of pictures, three girls probably around my age, about twelve or thirteen. They were supposed to be having a party or something, dressed in colorful costumes, but then right away they started taking off their clothes.

After a few more photos, all three girls were naked — and the thing is, there were some really close-up shots of their pussies, and you know what? They were wet! All three of them! You could easily see the gooey wetness around their pussy lips. Oh my god!

I’d never in my life seen anything like that, didn’t even know it existed. I’d watched porn on my own computer lots of times, but the women were always grownups, or at least eighteen years old, I guess. They certainly weren’t kids like me — or like these girls. This definitely was something new.

It really turned me on, and it obviously turned my mother on too. As we were gazing at one of the tight shots of a young girl’s wet pussy, she put a hand between her legs and started rubbing herself, through her jeans.

When she saw that I was watching her, Mom grinned and said, “Karen told me that she, uh, that she’s masturbated in front of you, honey, that you’ve watched her. And that’s fine. I don’t mind at all.”

I sort of shook my head, feeling dazed.

“In fact,” said my mom, “I was thinking that you and I might do the same thing, masturbate together, okay? But if you don’t want to, that’s all right. We don’t have to.”

“No, I, I, I want to, I do,” I stammered. It was hard to get the words out. My heart was pounding, my thoughts racing. But I didn’t want her to stop. Not for a second. I wanted to do it with her!

 

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It took Karen almost no time at all. Within less than a minute of fucking herself while looking hungrily at her daughter’s pussy, she suddenly cried, “Oh god, I’m gonna come!”

The woman exploded into orgasm, her slim body shuddering with each powerful spasm as fragrant juices dripped from her fingers onto the floor.

Jessica wasn’t far behind. Watching her mom reach climax would nearly always put her over the top. Just a few more seconds of frantically rubbing her swollen clit, and then the girl was coming too.

 

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“You realize, of course,” said my mother, “that all this has to be kept secret, okay? About, uh, what you and I are going to do, and also about the sort of porn I have. Karen knows about that, and it’s fine if you tell Jess about it, but absolutely no one else, all right? It’s just too risky. I’m taking a chance sharing this with you, but I really want you to know.”

As she said this, she and I were staring at a photo of those three young girls with their legs spread wide, smiling and showing us their pussies. One of the girls had very little hair, pubic hair, I mean. She was still almost bald, like me. The other two had some hair, but not really that much. And all three were very wet. It was so hot!

My mom was continuing to rub herself. By now, in fact, she’d opened her jeans and had a hand down inside her panties. I hadn’t really started yet, but I was definitely planning to.

“So, are you certain you understand that, Lia? About keeping this a secret? Masturbating together, and… and looking at this kind of porn, with underage girls?”

She was looking at me, waiting for an answer. My mind had been zooming along at a million miles an hour, filled with all kinds of thoughts, and it hadn’t occurred to me that I was expected to say something. But then I kicked myself into gear, and said, “I mean, um, yeah, sure, of course.”

“Okay, good.”

My mother smiled and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. Placing the laptop on the coffee table, she stood up for a moment to push her jeans and her panties down around her ankles, then sat down again.

“Are you going to do it too?” she asked. “I’d really like to watch you.”

I was watching her, my eyes wide, mouth hanging open, as my mom’s fingers caressed her pussy lips. It was so unbelievable. I’d never thought this would really happen, and now it was.

“Lia?”

I blinked. “Oh — yeah, sorry.” I opened my own shorts and shoved them down to my knees, along with my panties.

My mother and I began to masturbate together, watching each other.

 

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“God, I love watching you,” said Karen to the twelve-year-old. “You’re so fucking hot and you turn me on so much.”

The woman greedily sucked her juicy fingers, which she’d just removed from deep inside her own cunt after bringing herself to orgasm, as she stood in front of her daughter, staring unashamedly at the child’s exposed vagina.

“Thanks, Mom,” Jessica grinned. “You turn me on too. I think you’re really hot.”

The girl sitting on the couch was completely nude, as was her mother, and was still breathing heavily as she recovered from a powerful climax of her own. But in response to the words, and to that lustful stare, Jess raised both of her feet up, placing them on the edge of the seat cushion, then spread her legs as wide as she possibly could, arching her pelvis, luridly displaying her sex while using her fingers to pull her pussy lips back.

They’d played this game many times before, masturbating together and talking dirty, getting each other very excited. In fact, they’d been doing it since Jessica was only nine or ten years old. But it seemed somehow different now. Jess had the growing feeling that her mom might be almost ready to take things a step further, to go beyond just looking and talking, maybe even go all the way with her.

Would tonight be the night? Jessica hoped it would be. She fantasized about that all the time. So she said, “Um, are you, I mean, are you done? Or do you still want more?”

“I always want more,” replied the woman with a leer and throaty chuckle. “You know that.”

“Okay, good.”

Karen took a deep breath and licked her lips as she gazed at her daughter’s beautiful naked body. “Why don’t you… let’s do this one, okay?”

They changed position. Karen lay on the floor, on her back, and Jess stood over her, feet on either side of her head. Slowly she squatted down, bringing her sex to within a few inches of her mother’s mouth, and then began to masturbate again.

“Look at me, Mommy,” said the child. “Look at my pussy. Do you like it? Does it turn you on?”

“Oh, fuck!” Karen grunted, reaching climax almost instantly. She enjoyed three more orgasms that way, with Jessica’s pussy hovering just above her face, and the girl came a couple of times too.

It turned out, though, that this was all they did that night, nothing more. They watched each other and played with themselves, but as for actually having sex, that would have to wait. Jess fervently hoped it wouldn’t be too long.

 

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I can’t tell you how awesome that was, masturbating right in front of my mom while she watched me and as she played with herself too. It was like something out of a dream, a scene that I never could have imagined only a few weeks before. I mean, we were really doing it. I was rubbing myself while my mother stared at my bald pussy and at the same time I was watching her fingers massage her clit and even slide up inside her slippery wet vagina. Oh my god!

Just think back. Two months earlier we’d moved to a new city and I had to start at a different school. Luckily I met Jessica pretty soon and then I met her mom, and right after that suddenly everything began to change. Now here I was sitting on the sofa with my legs spread wide, my shorts and panties on the floor, with my mother watching me masturbate and while I watched her do the same thing.

In a way it’s kind of embarrassing to admit that I was actually thinking about all that stuff while we were doing what we were doing, but I can’t help it. That’s just the way my mind works.

“Are you, I mean… do you think you can, you know, finish? Have an orgasm?” asked my mother, jolting me out of my meandering thoughts. “Or is this too uncomfortable for you?”

“No, it’s, um, I like it. I wanna keep doing it, really really I do. It’s just, I was, you know, thinking how much stuff has changed.”

“You’re right,” my mom chuckled. “An awful lot has changed. And if it’s too much, if this is too fast, you just say so, all right?”

“Well, yeah, I will. But it’s not, I promise.”

“Okay, that’s good. I’m glad to hear it. Because I really do want to see you, uh, you know, see you come.”

That made me smile. “You do?”

“Yes, I do, very much.”

She was quiet for a moment, rubbing herself. Then she swallowed, licked her lips, and continued. “I, well, I’ve fantasized about you a great deal, Lia, about seeing you this way. It excites me more than I can describe.”

Nodding toward the coffee table, she said, “When I look at those pictures on my laptop, at all those beautiful young girls with their sweet little bodies, and then I start to imagine that I’m… doing things with them… sometimes, often, I’ll pretend it’s you I’m seeing.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Thinking about you that way, Lia, gets me more excited than anything else.”

Well, that did it. When my mom admitted this, when she finally confessed to what I’d been suspecting — that she had the hots for me — it drove every other thought right from my head. Our eyes met at that moment and I could see in them all that she desired. I could feel her lust for me, as surely as if her hands were touching me, caressing my body.

With a sudden surge, a huge climax welled up from within and I barely had time to blurt, “Mom, I’m gonna… I’m gonna come!!”

Carry on to Chapter 19!