Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: I’m fairly certain that I first encountered this story ages ago at storiesonline.net, though a search for the original proved unsuccessful. I made a lot of changes to it through the years — in fact, about half of the final sex scene is my own creation. Humble apologies to the unknown author.

*****

I knew it when I saw the look in my mother’s eyes. Everything that Cheryl had just told me was true.

At Cheryl’s command, Mother strode over to our dining room table and leaned over it with her hands and elbows pressed flat against its hardwood surface, then stood motionless.

Cheryl has been my best friend for nearly ten of our sixteen years. And in those years I have learned plenty about her, especially her in-your-face attitude that seemed to work on nearly everyone we knew. It seemed like I was the only person who wouldn’t automatically jump when she said jump. It was why we were such good friends, I believed, because she couldn’t intimidate me as she was able to do with most others.

My best friend walked confidently up to my mother, directly behind her, and leaned down to grasp the hem of her calf-length skirt.

My jaw hung open as Cheryl lifted my mother’s skirt, carelessly flipping it up and onto her back, revealing plain white panties. All the while my mother’s head was bowed, staring at the table.

Cheryl turned to me with a knowing smile. “She loves it, Linda!”

I was seated in the living room, stunned by what I saw.

Minutes earlier, Cheryl and I had been idly chatting when she, from out of nowhere, told me that my mother was her “sex slave.” In fact, they were lovers, and Cheryl was the dominant in their relationship.

All I could do was stare at her incredulously. It was impossible, had to be. My mother and my best friend, lovers? Mother wasn’t even into women — she was dating some lawyer from across town.

Cheryl insisted she was telling the truth, though… and I’d finally gotten irked with my friend and told her to shut up — that I didn’t believe her for a second.

Well, Cheryl got that look in her eye that I know all too well… and when Mother got home a few minutes later from work, my friend simply said, “Come here, slut.”

To my amazement, Mother came over to stand silently before her… face red, her demeanor one of utter submission. And now Cheryl had my mother bent over the dining room table, skirt up, her panty-clad ass exposed.

And now Cheryl hooked both thumbs into the waistband of my mother’s panties. “Your mom will do anything I tell her, Linda… anything!” She roughly tugged Mother’s underwear down to her knees. My friend wasn’t even paying attention to the silent still body that she dominated, she was looking at me in triumph.

I stared at the naked flesh of my mother’s ass as it was revealed to me for the first time. Cheryl had won, I now believed her incredible claim… did she really need to push this further?

Hard to believe, is it, that a daughter had never seen her mother’s bare bottom before? Well, my mother had always been incredibly prim and proper — a very conservative and strict parent. Not only that, she was a strong woman who never seemed to let anyone get the best of her. That was why this was all so astonishing to me. What on earth had Cheryl done to make my mother over so completely?

I’d never had a lesbian bone in my body. Oh sure, Cheryl, who had been bisexual for as long as I’d known her, had made blatant overtures to me before — but I had always turned her down. And yet, and yet… when the pale white flesh of my mother’s ass was revealed, I felt a warm tingling between my thighs.

Perhaps I was as twisted as Cheryl. I mean, honestly — finding pleasure and excitement in my own mother’s half-naked body?

“Pull your ass cheeks open, Beth!” Cheryl ordered.

My mother paused for only a second before pressing her sweater covered chest down upon the table and reaching back to pry her ass cheeks apart. Cheryl gazed hungrily at what was revealed, while waiting for a reaction from me.

My response was simply to swing my head back and forth, mouth open, in shock. This could not be happening… but it was!

My panties were becoming noticeably damp.

“Face it, baby… your mother is a submissive slut!” Cheryl said it loudly like it was some kind of joke — but this had gone way past joking.

My friend gestured me to come closer… and I stood on shaky legs and strode over to the two of them.

“Touch her, Linda.” She placed her own hand on mother’s smooth white buttocks, the tip of one finger lightly touching her rectum. It clenched at the touch. My cunt twitched in response.

Unable to comprehend my compulsion to do so, I extended my trembling hand forward and laid it, palm open, on the back of mother’s thigh. Her skin was very warm to the touch, and smooth as well.

Mother tensed when I touched her. My strict and conservative parent was bent over, bottom bared before her daughter and daughter’s friend, and our hands were touching her backside.

Cheryl was watching me closely, “Can you smell her?” She inhaled deeply for effect — so I followed suit. “The bitch gets so fucking hot when I treat her like the cunt she is!”

I smelled it clearly. The scent was strong, indescribable, but I knew immediately what it was — my mother’s sexual musk. It had a certain quality that reminded me of my own.

At first it was seeing my mother’s naked flesh, then touching her warm skin… and now this, savoring her private sexual scent. I didn’t know why, but my cunt was a river.

“Didn’t I tell you months ago that your mom was hot, Linda? You thought I was being weird, but that was when I started making my move on her.” While she talked, Cheryl’s hand had slipped down and into the groove of mother’s spread ass.

Mother suddenly moaned softly, and I watched as two of Cheryl’s fingers disappeared into mother’s vagina. God, I could actually hear how wet Mom was.

“It wasn’t long till she was licking my pussy… it was right here on this table, the first time.” Cheryl’s fingers started to move in and out. “She was like a virgin back then — wanting so badly to please me but having no idea what to do till I told her. I taught her everything I knew about how to make love to a woman… and she’s become quite the expert!”

Two more of Cheryl’s fingers slipped into Mother’s body as I felt her moving slightly beneath my hand, still resting on her thigh. I looked up and saw my mother’s face as it contorted with pleasure, resting against the hardwood table top — all the while moaning and sighing at the attentions my best friend was giving her. Her hands still spread the cheeks of her ass apart –because Cheryl had not instructed her to stop holding herself open, I guessed..

“Look…” Cheryl murmured, gesturing with her chin, and I looked down to where four of my friend’s fingers were inside Mother… then I gasped as I saw Cheryl fold her thumb into her palm and push the whole of her hand into my mother’s body. I watched in amazement as she began to fist fuck Mother… who was now hissing and gasping with pleasure!

Cheryl’s free hand reached out for my own, and before I knew it, my friend had thrust it beneath her long t-shirt. My hand came into contact with soft down between her naked thighs, then her hot cunt, now incredibly wet. When had she pushed her jeans and panties down to her knees?

Cheryl softly said, “Touch me, Linda… please.” She was almost whimpering, her eyes hungry.

My hand absentmindedly began to move up and down, my exploring fingers brushing the hard nub at the top her slit. I had never touched Cheryl in a sexual way before, but just then it seemed like the right thing to do. She seemed to love it, sighing with pleasure even as she continued to fist my mother, her hand pumping in and out, in and out.

Mother was becoming loud with her pleasure – her sex making obscene wet noises with every motion of my friend’s hand, gasps and moans issuing from her mouth. Several degrees quieter, Cheryl was panting with pleasure from the movements of my hand between her legs. Her breath was hot against my ear, and then I heard her whisper, “Put your finger in her ass!”

It wasn’t a request, and at any other time I would have rebelled. Yet, I was a hot, seething volcano inside — my body burning with an arousal I couldn’t even begin to understand.

My hand slipped up my mother’s thigh, over the softness of her bottom — and I placed one finger against the pink cleft of her anus.

For the first time in several minutes, Cheryl opened her eyes… to see my hand, as I gently pressed my finger into my mother’s body. Mother seemed to be holding her breath, while the invading hand that Cheryl had buried inside her cunt was now still.

“Go on, finger her asshole… she wants it!”

I pressed harder and my finger seemed to suddenly slip deep into her anus. I looked it going inside, amazed and stunned. I swear that I could feel the knuckles of Cheryl’s hand in mother’s vagina between the thin barrier separating us.

Mother pushed her ass back against my invading digit, a wild keening sound issuing from her throat — and it seemed to trigger something inside of me, too. My mom was getting off on this, there was no doubt of that.

Cheryl’s response was more aggressive — she began to drive her hand in and out of mom with such a passion that it was roughly bouncing my mother’s body against the edge of the hard wood table.

I began to fuck my mother, my finger moving in and out of her asshole, excitement growing as I feel her open up to me, her anus becoming increasingly hot, wet and slippery.

My other hand also became more active, and I felt two of my fingers slip into Cheryl’s body, exploring her very wet sex. When I did this, she inhaled sharply, her body trembling. Suddenly she cried out, a squeal of delight that rang through the room. I was making her come!

Mother suddenly did the same, exploding in a frenzied orgasm that had her clenching every muscle in her body. Suddenly I felt the walls of her anus ripple and clench with such pressure that I could no longer feel the tip of my invading finger.

My mother and Cheryl gasped and moaned, bodies shuddering as their orgasms overtook them. I watched it all, amazed and aroused.

Things finally slowed down — their cries quieted, the temperature in the room seemed to return to normal, their wild movements ceased.

I pulled my fingers from my mother’s ass and my friend’s cunt, suddenly embarrassed by my proximity to their illicit pleasures. What I had just done was wrong — wasn’t it? I’ve always been able to say no to Cheryl in the past… why had I suddenly found myself so willing to do these things she asked of me, things that never interested me before today?

Because I had wanted to.

Cheryl removed her sticky hand from my mother’s body, gazing at me as she did, her eyes flashing with excitement. “God, that was so fucking wild. Crazy wild!” She leaned forwards to kiss me, and I was surprised again to find myself accepting her, my lips parting for her tongue.

Mother had not moved this whole time — she was still holding the cheeks of her ass apart, her face still resting sideways on the table, her chest rising and falling deeply.

Cheryl broke our kiss, her face inches from my own, gazing deep into my eyes. “Do you believe me now?”

I simply nodded at her silly question. Mother was clearly my best friend’s lover… though “slave” would be a more accurate description. Without a doubt.

I sensed that the relationship between my mother and myself would never be the same again. How could it be, after I fingered her asshole as my best friend fist fucked her to climax? It was a side of Mother that I’d never thought possible. I knew her, how tough she could be. Mother was no unwilling victim here. If she had not wanted to submit to Cheryl, she wouldn’t have done so.

Mother needed this. She wanted to be dominated, controlled — used as a sexual plaything. Was that really all there was to this relationship between the two most important women in my life? I pondered that — but my thoughts were scattered when Cheryl pulled my mother up from the table.

What followed happened so quickly that I barely had time to react. Cheryl suddenly tripped me, knocking my leg just enough out of balance that I fell back onto the floor, landing on my elbows and ass.

Before I could react, she was kneeling next to me, tugging my khaki shorts and French-cut panties down and off. I simply watched in amazement, my voice barely able to protest, “No, Cheryl… stop!”

Then she spread my thighs open and, pausing for a quick, hungry glance at my now fully exposed auburn pussy, moved to one side. She pressed on the back of Mom’s head — not very hard, I noticed — and my mother’s face descended between my thighs.

Mother had her eyes closed the whole time, as if she did not want to face the lewd reality of what she was about to do. Cheryl watched my face expectantly when my mother took that first lick along the crack of my vagina.

It was like lightning — the skies opened and the downpour began.

I had never felt a tongue between my legs before… and it was the most incredible thing I’d ever experienced. Mother licked me gently for a minute before pulling apart my labia so that she could suck and nibble at my nether lips. Rendered helpless with pleasure, I let my head bump against the carpeted floor as I felt that wonderful tongue slip sweetly into my virgin cunt — rolling around inside until my head spun.

Then there was a mouth on my own and I felt a tongue engage mine. It tasted delicious, and I cared not where it came from.

The tongue between my legs now trailed lower, to the crack of my ass — then it bathed my anus. I was in heaven, surprised at my response to that other never-explored part of me. The hot, wet tongue then trailed back to my slit, first making me gasp with a long, slow lick… then plunging deep into my vagina, tongue-fucking me for what seemed like forever.

My hands were fondling my breasts through my top, nipples aching to be touched. I ripped my shirt open, buttons flying, then clawed at the front clasp of my bra… then sighed with happiness as it popped free, baring my breasts. I opened my eyes just in time to see Cheryl lower her face to my chest and take my left nipple into her hot mouth.

Suddenly my mother raised her face slightly and suddenly began to flick her tongue against my throbbing clitoris. I began to twist and writhe upon the carpet.

I’d only achieved orgasm by my own hand before this day, but the delights I was now receiving from the two people I loved the most triggered a climax within me that was easily the most intense explosion of pure pleasure I’d ever felt in my sixteen years. I screamed into Cheryl’s mouth as it slid so lovingly against mine. This ecstasy seemed to go on for a sweet eternity, finally cresting and lowering me to earth.

I could not say how long I lay like a dead thing — but when I cracked open my eyes I saw my mother’s face as she watched me. When she saw my look she turned away, knowing the enormity of what she had done.

When Cheryl saw that I was back to reality, at least this form of it, she knelt next to me and kissed me on the lips. I kissed her gently back. We shared a long look as my mother hung back in the shadows, clearly uncertain what to say or do.

I had to ask Cheryl, “What now?”

Cheryl purred, “I’m going to take your mother up to her room and enjoy myself with her for the next couple of hours.” I felt a sudden pang of jealousy that I bottled up. “And then, sweet Linda,” she whispered, her lips brushing my ear, “I’m going to help you turn my mom into your slave!”

She laughed excitedly as I digested her words, then I watched the two of them depart, my mother watching me wistfully over her shoulder as they disappeared through the doorway.

*****

“That skirt looks great on you, Violet.”

Cheryl was upstairs, collecting her books for school — and giving me time alone with her mom before we had to run to grab the bus, as we had planned.

Cheryl’s mother Violet was thirty-six, one year younger than my mother. And where my mom was tall and thin, Violet was more voluptuous, a shapely full figure of a woman who still turned men’s heads everywhere she went. She had a gorgeous curvy ass that I envied.

Violet turned to me with a smile of pleased surprise. I’ve known her and her daughter for ten years, and in that time I doubt I had ever given her a compliment before. I’ll bet she never got them from her husband, either.

“Why, thank you Linda,” she replied.

The skirt did look good on her, too — it was cut two inches above the knee and showed off her strong, shapely legs beautifully. My best friend’s mom always dressed professionally, and today was no different.

I leaned closer, my eyes locking onto hers. “In fact, you look wonderful in general, Violet — have you been working out?”

She smiled nervously, took a sip of her tea and didn’t say anything. I let my gaze trail down to her very generous breasts, her silk blouse transparent enough to see the lace patterned bra beneath. “Wonderful,” I breathed.

She seemed confused by my behavior, just as Cheryl had anticipated, so she changed the subject, “Are you girls going to be on time after school today?”

My eyes returned to hers and I saw her puzzlement. Violet could clearly read my flirtatious behavior, and it unnerved her just a little — all according to plan.

“Can I ask you a… personal question, Violet?” I said softly, lowering my voice as if I were trying to keep Cheryl from hearing me. “It’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately, and I can’t go to Mom about it.”

“Um, sure, honey,” she replied, looking a bit puzzled. “What is it?”

“Have you ever, um, been in a relationship with another woman?”

Violet’s jaw dropped open in amazement at my question, and stood speechless as Cheryl came quickly into the room. “We’ll be late, Linda — c’mon, let’s get going!” she said, just as we had arranged.

I followed my best friend from her house, my gaze lingering pointedly on Violet’s amazed and embarrassed face until the door cut us off.

Cheryl laughed suddenly, her face alight with excitement. “I was just outside the door and heard it all… you were perfect!”

I smiled but was picturing the sight of Violet’s amazement at my stark question. Could Cheryl’s scheme to help mold her mother to willingly submit to my desires become a reality? For the first time since Cheryl had suggested such a thing, I really wanted it to happen. I longed to see where those shapely thighs led — ached to know what her breasts looked like, wanted to know how well Violet kissed.

I reflected on how my mother’s tongue had brought me to a tremendous orgasm just over a week ago… and God help me, I wanted more from her. Cheryl didn’t know it, but this newfound desire I felt for Violet was a pale reflection of my hunger for Mother.

*****

For days now, I’ve sat in my house, listening while Cheryl played her loud sex games with my mother in her room. I never asked to join them, and it was not offered. Secretly I wanted to be a trio as we had a few days before, but would never admit it. Now I realized that my boiling erotic nature could be vented toward Violet, rather than allowing me to be a third wheel to my own mother.

Would it be enough?

*****

I sat outside on the hill in our backyard, next to Cheryl. She hissed at me to be quiet as we sat watching into the lighted bedroom room of my mother. It was all planned, Cheryl explained, another example how my mother was fully under her control.

Cheryl giggled into her hand when the door to the bedroom finally opened and in strode a young girl of about fifteen, Mother following behind. It was a black night and there was no fear of being seen by the occupants in the lighted house. I recognized the girl as a local teen who delivered papers in the neighborhood — surely no more than fifteen years old.

“Her name’s Millie,” Cheryl whispered. “She’s the cutest little baby dyke. I fucked her in the bathroom at the movie theater once.” She giggled. “She has this thing for older women.”

My best friend had arranged this for our pleasure, inviting me to witness her control over my mother — and promsing me the same for Violet.

I watched as my mother took the girl into her arms and kissed her mouth. Millie’s arms entwined Mom’s body, and their kiss grew hot and lustful.

Finally they gently broke apart, and Mother began to undress as Millie watched her, an excited smile on her lips.

Though my previous encounter with Mom had revealed her intimate parts, I had never seen her fully naked before. Like me, she was tall and slender, with thin hips and a tiny waist, flat belly and small but beautiful breasts. She had bright red hair on her head and between her thighs — part of our Scottish heritage, she liked to say.

I felt Cheryl’s warm hand slip beneath my skirt, onto my thigh. I didn’t stop her, though I was more interested in watching the erotic drama unfolding before me than to explore my newfound lesbian desires.

When Mom was naked, she stood before the young girl, posing for her viewing pleasure. I also looked upon her with pleasure — she was an attractive woman, and I felt my desire radiate through my body. My sex tingled and my satin panties could not contain my wetness.

Cheryl must have noticed my appraisal of my naked mother. “Looks good, doesn’t she?” Her hand was hot against the skin of my thigh. I simply nodded.

Mother moved closer to Millie, then began to undress the girl — removing her shirt, her bra, then unbuttoning her faded jeans and sliding them down with Millie’s panties. There was a light tuft of hair between the girl’s thighs.

Once Millie was naked, she turned to the bed, laid down and gazed expectantly at Mom. My mother knelt on the foot of the bed, then leaned in to lick at the young girl’s pussy.

Cheryl purred with excitement, and her hand suddenly moved to cup my sex through my clothing. Unlike myself, Cheryl was not a virgin — and though she has been with a few boys in the last couple of years, she claimed sex with a woman was much better.

Millie’s shaking hands held my mother’s head as Mom pleasured the girl with her mouth. I doubt it was a full minute before she tensed up and began to shudder in ecstasy, her hands clutching helplessly at the bedspread. Millie’s eyes were closed tightly, and she was clearly panting for breath. It was an incredible sight, but my gaze kept shifting to my mother’s bare ass. Memories of fingering her anus sent my arousal even higher.

Soft lips brushed the nape of my neck and Cheryl whispered, “She’ll do anything I tell her to… anything.” Her hand was stroking expertly at the crotch of my panties. It felt wonderful, and a contented sigh escaped my lips.

Mother stood up and smiled softly at the flushed and happy Millie, then moved to straddle the young girl’s face. I caught a quick glimpse of Millie’s eager mouth, opening for my mother’s cunt.

My mother’s mouth fell open as the young girl began to pleasure her. Then, she turned her face toward Cheryl and me… and my mother was looking out the window, right at us. I had little doubt this had all been scripted by my best friend. Of course, she knew we were out here.

“I’m doing this for you, Linda,” Cheryl whispered into my ear, as if on cue. I could see the girl’s tongue licking at my mother’s pussy.

Without taking my eyes from them, “What do you mean?”

Rather than explain Cheryl breathed, “I want to be like Beth for you, Linda…”

That surprised me, and I wasn’t sure I understood. I turned my face to look into the glowing eyes of my best friend, “My… slave?”

Cheryl had gotten bolder since my first introduction to mother’s submission, and Mom was now known as my best friend’s ‘slave’ between the three of us. Since that first moment when my friend had proved her mastery over my parent, she had continually flaunted her power over Mom.

Cheryl seemed to be embarrassed, but she nodded affirmatively.

I turned back to watch my mother’s body moving in rhythm with Millie’s oral attentions. “What about your mom… our plan to get her to be my slave?” I murmured, wondering if this was another selfish attempt on Cheryl’s part to change our friendship to something more. Yet, hadn’t she done that already?

“I wanted to make you happy… to show you how much fun it can be to control another woman, so you would want me that way,” she said, hesitantly.

When I didn’t reply, Cheryl returned to kissing my neck, her free hand coming up to grasp my breast to tweak the nipple expertly. I ignored it and returned to the show.

Cheryl had just given me power by admitting her desire to be my slave. Yet I knew that she was right — I needed to understand how to seduce a woman, to make her as completely mine as my own mother was to Cheryl. To achieve that end, Violet was the perfect choice.

A month before I would have easily rejected any such suggestion from my friend. Now I wanted to learn to dominate a woman, an older woman that I cared less for, so that I might then master the one person that I truly desired.

I turned my head toward my best friend and our lips met. I drove my tongue roughly past her lips as we kissed passionately.

Cheryl must have believed then that it was her that I desired, not that submissive middle-aged slut who I now watched trembling in orgasm as a 15-year-old lesbian girl ate her cunt… watched her come even as I kissed another girl like a lover. But then Cheryl must have seen the hunger in my eyes as I studied my parent’s pleasure — and a sadness overcame her.

It was understood, but not spoken… I wanted my mother more than I did Cheryl.

Read more in the exciting conclusion – Part Two!