Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

So, that’s it, the first of those two big things I was talking about before. Masturbating with my mom — that’s pretty huge, right? And the second thing is even bigger, except it didn’t come until a few more weeks went by.

But just imagine what that felt like for me, hearing my mother describe the kind of porn she likes to look at, and then showing me some of those incredible pictures she has of sexy naked girls my age or even younger than me, and then, after that, saying we should masturbate together, which we did!!

Nothing could be much bigger than that. Well, obviously there are some other things, and we’ll get to them soon enough.

But that was just such an amazing night. I’ll never ever forget it.

After I suddenly climaxed, almost without warning, my mom had an orgasm too only a minute or so later. And we didn’t stop then. We kept rubbing ourselves, sitting there on the sofa and watching each other and talking about what we were doing until we both came a couple more times. That was awesome, unbelievably awesome.

When we were finally done, both kind of exhausted, I think, we started getting ready for bed. And you know what? My mom came to my room and asked if I wanted to sleep with her in her bed, “to celebrate our new closeness,” is how she put it. Of course I said yes, and so for the first time since I was a tiny little girl, I climbed in bed with my mother and cuddled with her.

We decided to sleep naked, which was great, because then I could just feel my skin against hers, so warm and soft and comforting, and so so erotic. And, you know, it’s funny, because even though it still wasn’t that late, only about 9:30 when we got under the covers together, I fell asleep really quickly. I guess it was all the excitement I’d experienced that night (not to mention three super orgasms), but once I was in her bed and cuddling with Mom, then almost instantly I slid down into that wonderful, heavy, sort-of-like-melting feeling, when you just totally relax and nothing else matters. Everything is perfect.

 

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Nora felt happier than she’d ever been in her life. Everything was perfect, she couldn’t ask for more. She was in love with a beautiful woman and had shared her deepest, most private secrets with Karen, which had brought the two of them even closer. Now, just this evening, she’d opened up in the same way with Lia, not only telling her daughter about her collection of illicit photos of underage girls, but actually showing a few of them to her.

Then she’d taken it another step further, admitting her forbidden incestuous desires for Lia, or at least hinting at them, and the results had been better than she’d hoped. It was nearly impossible to believe, and yet it was true: Nora had begun a sexual relationship with her daughter, a twelve-year-old adolescent. They’d masturbated together, watched each other climax, and now they were in bed, naked, spooning like lovers.

As Nora held the girl in her arms, her breasts pressing against Lia’s back, Lia’s small bottom nestling warmly in Nora’s crotch, she nuzzled her neck, inhaling her scent, nibbling and softly kissing. The only response was a slight stir and a faint, nearly inaudible moan. The child was already fast asleep.

For the woman, sleep would not come quite so easily. Too many thoughts were swirling around in Nora’s head. She was elated, certainly, with what had happened up to this point, but she wanted more. Having seen Lia naked, and having watched as she played with her little pussy, fingers massaging the bald mound, dipping inside that puffy, juicy slit, bringing herself to repeated climaxes, and then having done the same in return, spreading her legs, parting her labia, exposing her vagina, fucking her cunt with her fingers until she came explosively with Lia watching — after all this, Nora still wanted more. She needed more.

Simply looking would never be enough. It couldn’t be. Nora ached to touch her daughter intimately, to feel her own fingers caressing the girl’s beautiful smooth skin, then slipping between her legs, finding the delicious moist heat at her center. And even more, to have her lips and tongue there, to kiss and lick and taste, not stopping until Lia came in her mouth. Nora had to have it.

And she was certain that she would, someday, perhaps soon. But not tonight. Lia had drifted off to sleep already, and besides, it was a school night. There would be time for all that, plenty of time later for every single one of Nora’s hottest fantasies to finally come true.

Although this thought was reassuring, and somewhat satisfying, it didn’t quench her insatiable lust. So, with one arm still around Lia, holding her, Nora shifted slightly in the bed, parting her thighs just enough so she could slide a hand down there to rub herself. One last orgasm and then she would be done.

It was thrilling to do it that way, teasing her swollen clit with her fingertips as she nuzzled her daughter’s neck. As aroused as Nora was, the first climax came rather quickly, but it turned out one more wasn’t enough after all. Her second was more languid, slower, longer, wetter, a rolling wave that seemed to go on and on, surge after surge of ecstatic pleasure, almost unending.

With a final shudder, it was over. Nora panted, licking salty sweat from her upper lip. Still trembling, she withdrew her fingers from her slit. They were soaked with her juices. She brought them to her mouth, taking a lick and tasting herself, loving the flavor, but then had an even better, naughtier idea.

Gently she wrapped her free arm around Lia again, pulling her daughter close, warm skin on warm skin. She allowed her fingertips to tenderly glide over the girl’s cheeks, her nose, her chin, her lips, leaving a glaze of wetness from Nora’s cunt.

Now at last she could sleep. She let out a heavy, contented sigh, smiling to herself, happy with the world. And just as she was about to drop off, Nora heard a quiet voice, barely a whisper. It was Lia, murmuring, “G’night, Mom. I love you.”

 

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The rest of that week was fantastic, as it seemed all the weeks were now. My mom and I were so happy together, always smiling and laughing, hugging and kissing, giving lots of affection and sharing our feelings way more than we ever had.

It was just so great. Plus, of course, I had a girlfriend. I was in love! Weirdly, it was almost like having two girlfriends, Jess and my mom both. At school every day and after school, I would be with Jessica, loving her, and at home every night I was with Mom, loving her. We didn’t sleep together in the same bed, ‘cause for some reason Mom said we shouldn’t make a habit of it, but we did masturbate together again, every single night in fact for the rest of that week, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. Awesome!

We also started making plans for a double sleepover. On the following Friday, Jessica and her mother, Karen, were going to have dinner with us at our house and then they would both spend the night. Yay! I wished we could do that during the week too, but Mom told me sleepovers — for the adults or for the kids — could only be on the weekends because she had to focus on her career, on doing her job, and I had to concentrate on schoolwork. After we finished dinner and did the dishes she always carefully checked my homework making sure it was done, and done correctly, before opening up her secret laptop to show me her favorite sexy pictures of young naked girls, and then we watched each other masturbate, coming again and again.

Finally it was Friday. I was feeling all jittery and excited about it, and I made sure right after school to get my homework done perfectly so that would be totally out of the way. Jess didn’t come home with me that day like she usually would (or maybe I’d go to her house), but just went straight home instead. She said her mom wanted to help her get all dressed up for our special evening and put some makeup on her and stuff.

I decided to wear a really short skirt, the shortest one I had. My legs are pretty long, even though they’re skinny, but I guess they look all right. Everyone says they do, anyhow. My mom and Jessica and her mom, and even the maids over at their house, they’re always telling me what nice legs I have. So I wore this super short pleated red skirt that night, one that barely covers my bottom. The skirt is actually one I’ve had for years, since I was in third grade, but it doesn’t look old or anything and still fits my waist because it’s elastic. I put on a tight V-neck sweater too, with nothing on underneath. I didn’t have any cleavage yet, of course, but at least I could let them look at my chest. Then I asked my mom to put some makeup on me, which she did. Not very much, just a little bit. I liked how it made me feel sort of grown-up.

The doorbell rang at a little after 6:00, and I answered it. Karen was wearing jeans, which kind of surprised me, except they were very tight and really showed off her shapely legs and her perfect butt, especially with the high heels she had on. Her blouse was white and, like, completely see-through, not hiding a thing. You could easily see her tits and her dark brown nipples. It made my mouth water.

“Ooh, sweetie, don’t you look adorable,” said Karen to me as they came in and she kissed my cheek. “Check out those long legs of yours, so sexy and gorgeous.” (See? What did I tell you!)

Jess wore a brand new dress, one I hadn’t seen before, pink satin with white lace trim. It was extremely girly and yet way hot at the same time. I mean, what an amazing package she was — so short and with the cutest little girl face, wearing a beautiful dress like you might see on a collector doll, but with those lovely titties of hers poking through the thin fabric, and with makeup on, a lot more than I had, blush and eyeliner and eyeshadow and red lipstick — as if she was half a woman and half a little kid, but all crazy hot!

I just stood there staring. I hadn’t even closed the front door. Jessica giggled, then gave me a hug and kissed my lips. “Hey, lover,” she cooed.

“Oh, um, hey,” I grinned. “God, you look so great.”

“Thanks. So do you.”

I finally shut the door, and we went into the dining room. My mom was there, getting everything fixed up on the table. She was in a short skirt too, almost as short as mine, but hers was brown leather. And she had a low-cut sweater on as well, except unlike me she does have plenty of cleavage. Her boobs were practically spilling out.

“Wow,” purred Karen, “you look good enough to eat.”

Mom placed a hand on her waist, cocking her hips, thrusting out her chest. “Mmm, I’m hoping you will.”

A couple weeks earlier, it would have astonished me to see my mother behave that way, maybe knocked me out cold. But now, after everything I’d witnessed at Jessica’s house and especially with this new relationship I had with my mom, looking at porn with her every night before bed, masturbating together and seeing her wet pussy right there in front of me, I guess I was just getting used to it. I laughed along with the others and we sat down for our meal.

We had a pretty quick dinner. Instead of cooking, Mom had just ordered some yummy potato soup from the deli along with a loaf of French bread and a green salad. There was ice cream for dessert. It was really nice, and we chatted and had a good time while we ate, but I think we were all definitely looking forward to what would come next.

Now, we hadn’t actually talked about it, so I didn’t know if we might do something special like, you know, the sort of stuff that went on nearly every night at Karen’s, watching lesbian movies and having tons of sex out in the open.

That wasn’t it, though. Instead, my mom just stacked the dishes in the sink, and the women said goodnight, giving us each long kisses on the lips, then went off to my mother’s bedroom, closing the door behind them.

My girlfriend and I stood in the living room, holding hands. Jess turned and looked at me, smiling. “So, what do you wanna do?”

“Well… you know.”

She wagged her eyebrows. “Yeah, that’s what I wanna do too. But I mean, here, or in your room?”

Strangely, that idea had never occurred to me, doing it anywhere except the bedroom. Jess and I had made love several times by then, but it had always taken place either in her bed or in mine. Or at least on the bed if not in the bed. I’d seen sex happen elsewhere, mostly in the family room at Jessica’s, yet I’d never thought about it for us.

Now I did. I looked around the room and my gaze fell on the sofa. Hmm… that was where I’d masturbated with my mother the last four evenings in a row. Was that the same thing as having sex? It almost was, right? Not quite, maybe, but just about. I felt a shiver of excitement as I realized how close she and I were getting to that.

“Um, let’s do it on the sofa, okay? We can go to my room later, but first I want to do it here.”

Jess squeezed my hand. “Sure, that sounds good.” She knew all about what I’d been doing with my mom, of course. I told her everything.

After leading her over there, I slid the coffee table back a bit, out of the way, then said, “So, like, sit down, except take your panties off first.”

“What panties?”

I laughed out loud. “You’re not wearing any panties?!”

“Nope.”

“God, I love you.” I hugged her and kissed her mouth. “You are so great.”

“Thanks,” she giggled, returning the kiss. “So you don’t want me to take my dress off or anything?”

“No, I mean, I love the way you look. Just like a little sex doll or something. I want you to stay exactly that way, and I want to, you know, lick you.”

She giggled again. “Okay, you can.”

Jessica sat down, demurely at first, like a refined lady would, smoothing the pink satin over her lap. Then, very slowly, she began spreading her legs while drawing the material up higher, inch by inch. Her bare thighs came into view, and at last her crotch, that wonderful pussy of hers, so sweet and luscious with just a sparse covering of curly brown hair.

I licked my lips as I stared at her. How lucky I was to have such a beautiful girlfriend, and to have such a hot mom, and to have a girlfriend with a hot mom! I had everything!!

“What’re you smiling about?” Jess asked.

“Oh, I was just thinking how lucky I am. How happy I am.”

“Good, I’m glad. I really really am. But, um, your cute little sex doll wants to come. Will you lick me now?”

“Yeah, of course I will. Except I wanna get naked first.”

This was the second time that I’d really taken control of our lovemaking. Usually, as I’ve mentioned before, Jess would mostly be the one in charge, the one on top. And I’m perfectly fine with that. It works for us. But sometimes there are certain things I badly want, and when there are, I’ll say so. As I did now.

“I wanna get naked — but not you, okay? Because you’re my sex doll. You’re my toy, and I can play with you any way I want, all right?”

“Sure, that’s fine,” she laughed. “You can do anything you want with me, Lia. Anything.”

I pulled my sweater up over my head, tossing it aside. I was already barefoot, having taken off my low-heeled shoes (which weren’t very comfortable) during dinner. My little skirt with the elastic waistband was easy to push down together with my panties at the same time, and I stepped out of them.

Now I wore nothing. I stood proudly in front of my girlfriend, showing her my flat chest and my hairless pussy. I knew she loved me just as I was, with my skinny body, not like a woman at all.

“I can do anything?” I asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“Can I fuck you with my tongue? Or with my fingers? Can I fuck your ass if I feel like it?”

Her eyes went wide, but she nodded. “Uh-huh, yeah. Anything.”

“And will you do whatever I ask you to do?”

“Yeah, I will. I promise.”

She was squirming, and as I watched, her hands slid between her legs and she began rubbing herself. It was turning Jessica on, hearing me talk that way, and it was turning me on too. My pussy tingled, and I knew I was getting wet inside. I almost couldn’t believe I was saying all those things, but I felt so free that night, so safe with everyone and everything that I could do whatever I wanted and nothing would be wrong.

“Keep playing with your pussy,” I said, as I got down on my knees in front of her. “I want to watch you.”

“Okay. I like it when you watch.”

I let her masturbate for a minute, and then I said, “Show me your clit.”

“All right,” she giggled. And as I watched, Jess carefully pulled her pussy lips back, revealing a shiny pink bud.

“Rub it for me.”

“Can I lick my finger first? I mean, it’s really sensitive.”

“I know. But, um, instead of licking your finger, put it inside your, you know, your vagina, and get it wet that way.”

“Okay.”

With her left hand, she held her labia apart, keeping her clit exposed while dipping her other hand down into her slit. Jess was already very juicy, as usual. I like to call her my ‘cream factory’ because of how wet and gooey she gets.

“Now play with your clit. Tickle it with your wet finger.”

“Okay.”

As her finger made contact with the tip of her swollen bud, her body jerked and she let out a whimper. “It’s, wow, it’s…”

“Play with it like a good little sex doll. Tickle your clit. I want you to come for me.”

By this time I was rubbing my own pussy as well, and I was getting pretty close. I was kneeling between her legs, my face just an inch or two from Jessica’s crotch. Her thighs were spread wide, and her tiny pink vagina gaped open. The aroma of sex was strong (though I’m sure some of that was mine too), and I could feel the heat coming from inside her as that slippery finger teased her clit. Her whimpering was louder now and she was breathing hard, almost panting. She was nearly there.

I took a moment to glance at her face, made up so beautifully, with that sexy red lipstick reapplied after we ate. Her eyes were tightly closed now, squeezed shut as she concentrated on all the exquisite feelings. Then, as I was watching, her face became deeply flushed, like she was holding her breath, until suddenly she squealed.

Quickly I looked at her pussy again. It was obvious Jess was climaxing, both from the ecstatic sounds she made and also from the way I could see her vagina pulsating. I mean, literally I saw that pink hole open and close, open and close, with more creamy white goo flowing out every time as she grunted and groaned. I’d never seen that before, not like this, and it was so totally hot!!

It turned me on so much, in fact, that I forgot all about masturbating myself and instead just dove in — shoving my face between her legs, clamping my mouth over her pussy, licking and sucking and swallowing — eating my girlfriend as much and as fast as I could.

In response, Jess grabbed my head, pulling me against her, wrapping her legs around my back, forcing her pussy into my mouth. I heard her cry out, felt her body shaking over and over and over, and I knew for sure that she was coming, either again or still, as if maybe she never had stopped.

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