Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Lori’s Mommy

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in October 2007 }

Hi, my name is Mandy and I’m a 32-year-old newly divorced mother. I guess my story begins where my marriage ends. My divorce papers are freshly signed and everything is final — my marriage of twelve years is now officially over, but in reality, it was over a long time ago — and as far as being without a man in my bed is concerned, that happened a couple of years ago when we separated. And now I finally feel free to tell my story here — a place where the relationship I have now is celebrated and respected.

The less said about my husband, the better. A decent guy who didn’t have a clue. I felt sorry for him in the end, but I’m glad he’s gone.

What he left me with however, besides some simple possessions, is priceless: my little girl Lori. And I found out that she is all I’ll ever need in life… even as a love partner.

I realized this about a year ago, shortly after her eighth birthday. Lori is what you would call a real cutie, from her round lightly freckled face surrounded by her warm brown hair to her alabaster-skinned arms and trim torso to her skinny legs and almost-always-bare little feet. She’s a bit of a tomboy with her seemingly ever-present skinned or bruised knees, but enjoys her femininity as well as made evident by the clothes she likes to wear — mostly sleeveless tops that show off her cute little belly button, and flowery shorts. Lori is small for her age, which only adds to her cuteness. But I digress.

Like I started to say before I got distracted, I realized that all I’ll ever need is little Lori about a year ago, a day or two after her eighth birthday.

After almost a year of sleeping alone, I was pretty much sexually frustrated. Masturbating helped a little, but frankly it was getting boring. I was especially horny that night for some reason, and I knew I needed to do something different than going on the Internet to look at the usual stud-skank porno clips to get me off.

I thought back to the time I was pregnant with Lori and how I loved masturbating simply to the image of my own body in my bedroom mirror. I mean my body had changed so much with the pregnancy. My tits were pretty much flat until I became pregnant. They were cute and perky with nice puffy nipples, but that was about it. But when I was well into my pregnancy, looking at my body became a real turn-on.

Since I had Lori, I’ve kept myself in good shape, but masturbating to my reflection just didn’t have the punch it did when I was expecting. So that night after putting Lori to bed, I went Internet surfing in search of some pictures of pregnant women in my attempt to get off to something a little different.

As anyone who has searched the Internet for such things knows, you never know what’s going to pop up or what you’re going to find. That night, for whatever reason, I stumbled across one of those preteen non-nude modeling sites. I didn’t even know these places existed, so I started looking at the previews.

I saw all these little girls, some as young as three years old, modeling in everything from play clothes to skimpy bikinis to adult-looking lingerie and thong panties. And to my surprise, I started to get turned on. I mean, these little girls looked so damn sexy! I started to wonder what they would look like naked, and before I knew it, thinking of their tight little flat hairless bodies, I was in my shower shaving my pubic hair.

The sight of my smooth shaved pussy thrilled me to no end. My erect clit looked even bigger now that it was no longer obscured by tufts of those pesky curly hairs. Needless to say, I went back to my computer and madly fingered myself to an earth-shattering orgasm while ogling the image of a little girl in a string bikini. Finally, I felt some satisfaction.

Unfortunately, that was short-lived. My sleep that night was fitful, to put it mildly. I could not get the image of those little girls out of my mind. Between that and wondering why I was feeling this way about mere children, I don’t think I slept much at all until I finally accepted that what I like, I like. After all, it wasn’t as if I was going to put the moves on a child!

Free from guilt, my mind returned to those sexy photos of little girls I saw just hours ago. And somehow, my mind started to wander from the images I’d found on the Internet to the reality that was in the bedroom down the hall — my little girl Lori.

At first I was surprised by those feelings, then tried to deny that they existed. But the more I refused them, the more I imagined Lori’s face and body replacing that of the preteen models I’d happened upon earlier in the evening. I thought of just how very much I love my daughter, then came to the realization that all these sexual feelings were simply an extension of that love. It seemed so right, somehow.

Suddenly, I felt an urgency to take our relationship to that next level, but she was sound asleep and I didn’t want to disturb her. It would have to wait until tomorrow.

Tomorrow came very slowly. As the first light of day came through my bedroom window, I realized that, being the weekend, I knew that Lori wouldn’t be up for a couple of hours. But here I was, wide awake. And if it wasn’t the thoughts of Lori that was keeping me up, it was the heat and humidity of a typical summer day. But most of all, the discomfort and restlessness of being extremely aroused had kept me from sleeping. I had to do something satisfying and fast; more than simply masturbating to anonymous images on the internet. I was suffused by this craving for Lori, aching for her.

What I wanted to do is make love to my little girl. I had to introduce her somehow to the pleasures of a woman, but had no idea how to make that happen. So what was I to do to take care of the need I felt right then?

Then remembered, in a sudden flash of insight, some family photos I had of Lori when she was a few years younger, running around the house in nothing but a pair of cotton panties. Getting up, I went into my desk and frantically searched through the box of photos, my pussy throbbing with anticipation.

It didn’t take long for me to come after I finally found the photo I was looking for. Seeing her flat chest and tiny nipples was even better than I imagined it would be. Just yesterday, I wouldn’t have given this photo a second thought. Now seeing my little girl this way was like a dream come true. But now, being eight and able to bathe herself, I realized I hadn’t seen Lori naked for quite a while, and never in that way. That’s going to change as of today, I promised myself.

Satisfied and at peace, not to mention exhausted, I was able to manage a couple of hours of sleep.

I awoke to a knock on the door and Lori’s voice. “Mommy, are you up?” Not waiting for a response, my daughter opened the door and walked in.

“Morning, sweetie,” I said, smiling.

She grinned back. “Hi, Mommy!”

“So, what do you want to do today?” I asked.

“I dunno, what do you wanna do?” she responded with a shrug.

If only she knew, I thought to myself. “Hmmmm… how about this. It’s gonna be really hot today, so let’s pretend that we’re on vacation at the beach house we went to last summer. You remember that?”

“Uh-huh! That was fun!” she said with a typical eight-year-old girl’s enthusiasm.

“Remember how we spent all day in just our bikinis? Let’s do that!” I suggested, with wide-eyed anticipation.

“Okay!” she beamed. And with that, Lori was off to her bedroom to change.

I took a quick shower and put on my skimpiest bikini, a suit that I’d cut the liners out of the top and bottom so my nipples and clit would show through. It was something I did years ago to make my husband more interested. Didn’t work.

By the time I was out of the shower and changed, Lori had already gone outside to ride her bike, barefoot, of course, and play on our deck. As I looked through the window to see what she was doing, I couldn’t believe how sexy she looked in her little bikini. It’s as if I was seeing her for the first time.

I called her in for breakfast. She ran inside, the sheen of a light sweat covering her trim body and flawless tummy, the kind that has just the right amount of baby fat. She took her place at the table, still in her bikini, her cute little bare feet just dangling off the floor. I thought to myself again: She is soooo sexy. Even her feet are turning me on.

So there I was in my bikini, serving my also bikini-clad daughter a bowl of cereal. It was all I could do not to take her right then and there, especially when I peered down her loose-fitting top to glimpse her tiny nipples. I stared for what seemed to be an eternity, taking in all the details. Light pink, but dark in comparison to the surrounding flesh. About the size of dimes. Made for licking; for sucking.

I felt myself getting moist between the legs. I knew then and there that I couldn’t restrain my desire for much longer. But would Lori go along with me?

I was just about to get up the nerve to bring up the subject of sex, still not sure on how to approach it, just as Lori spoke up. “Mommy, why are your boobies sticking out?”

I looked down at her and noticed she was peering curiously at my breasts — really, my nipples, which were now showing quite visibly through my skimpy bikini top. I was even surprised at what I saw. Stimulated, no doubt by thoughts of giving my eight-year-old child her first sexual experience, they were protruding a good half-inch.

I thought for a moment and then said, matter-of-factly, “Those are Mommy’s nipples. That’s where you got your milk from when you were a baby.”

“But why are they so big?”

Well, that was an opening I wasn’t about to pass up. “Oh, it’s because when Mommy sees a pretty little girl like you, they get that way.”

“But why?” she continued.

“I guess because they are excited.”

“Are you ‘cited too, Mommy, or just your bumps — I mean nipples?”

“No… it’s just that Mommy loves seeing you in your bikini. You are so cute!”

“But why do you feel like that?” my little girl persisted.

I pushed my chair back from the table, got up, and took Lori by the hand to our sofa, where I picked her up and put her on my lap, and I started to explain. “Lori, I think it’s time we had a little talk. You’re becoming a big girl now, so I’m going to tell you some things that your friends may not know about… and we might do some things that your friends have never done before. So it’s very important that you promise me that you won’t tell anyone else about this because they wouldn’t understand. That goes for your friends, your friends’ parents, our family, anybody — do you understand?”

Lori nodded soberly. “Yes, Mommy.”

“Good. See, If you tell, you and I could get into a lot of trouble… because there are very few people like me, people who think it is okay to treat you like a big girl. Do you promise to keep our secret?”

With a quick, “Yes, Mommy, I promise,” she crossed her heart and turned an imaginary key in her mouth.

“Okay, then. You just turned eight the other day, so I think it’s time you should know more about your body. When you get older, certain parts of your body will start to feel funny — a good kind of funny, like a tingling, when you’re excited to see someone you’re attracted to. Other parts will swell up and become a different shape, too, like Mommy’s nipples. Would you like to see what I mean?”

With a look of puzzlement on her face and a nervous nod, she pondered what I was saying for a moment, then smiled bashfully and whispered, “Yes.”

I set Lori down next to me, reached around my neck to untie the straps to my bikini and then slowly lowered the top to expose my breasts to her for the first time since she was a baby.

Lori stared at them and said, “Mommy, your boobies are pretty.”

“I’m glad you like them. Do you see how my nipples are growing? By the way, since you’re going to be a big girl, I’m going to teach you the right words. Little girls call them ‘boobies’. Big girls call them ‘breasts’.”

“Breasts!” she repeated, eager to learn more. “Do your breasts feel tingly, too?”

“No, sweetheart. The nipples just swell up. Other parts of me feel tingly, though.”

“What Mommy?”

“My vagina. What you call your pookie, hon.”

“Your… ‘gina?”

“Va-gina,” I corrected. “Though really, you should just call it your pussy. That’s what big girls usually say.”

She smiled shyly. “Will you show me your… pussy too, Mommy?”

That was all I needed to make me peel off my bikini bottoms to show off my newly shaven cunt to my little girl. I sat back down and opened my legs for her to see. My clit was engorged and erect, and my pussy lips were large and puffy, glistening with wetness.

I described to her all the various parts of my sex. I told her about how good it felt to put something inside. I told her how she would grow hair there and that I’d shaved all mine off so I could look more like her. She was intrigued by all of it.

Most importantly, I told her about the clitoris and how good it felt when you rubbed it. The whole time I was speaking, Lori gave me her undivided attention.

I started to caress my soaked pussy in front of her — and very soon I was openly masturbating for my little girl. I felt myself starting to reach the point of no return, inching closer to orgasm, when I realized that I needed something especially hot to get me off.

“Would you take off your bikini, honey?” I asked. “I’d love to see you with no clothes on.”

Without a word, my daughter quickly stripped naked in front of me. I stopped my fingering and, as I studied her childish body from top to bottom, told myself that I couldn’t believe how utterly perfect she was. I was dripping, warm fluids trailing down my inner thighs.

I indicated my wetness. “See, Lori, Mommy’s very excited now to see you naked. Do you like going without clothes?”

She giggled and nodded. “Uh-huh, I like being naked! But how come my p-pussy — how come it don’t feel tingly like yours, Mommy?”

I laughed. “Well, sweetie, that will happen on its own when you’re a little older. When you’re still a little girl, your mommy needs to touch you and make you feel loved first — then your pussy will tingle, I promise.” I reached out to her. Come here, baby doll.” Lori drifted into my arms. “Would you like Mommy to kiss you like they do in the movies?”

She made a face. “That’s gross!”

“No, it’s only gross when it’s with boys. Kissing is extra nice when you do it with your mommy.”

She was intrigued, I guess, because she came up to me and kissed me on the lips. Immediately, I allowed my tongue to dart into Lori’s mouth and kissed her passionately. Always a quick learner, she followed my lead.

Soon I was in a deep lover’s kiss with my eight-year-old daughter, and my hands were exploring all of her body, focusing on her flat chest, her soft, tender bottom and, of course, the gentle folds of her sex.

Suddenly, she broke away from our kiss and blurted, “Mommy, my pussy is starting to feel t-tingly, like you said!”

I instructed her to sit down, spread her legs and touch herself there, just as I had. She eagerly did as she was told, and not long after she began to rub and caress her bare slit, she started to moan. “Feels good…” she kept saying over and over again. “It feels so good, Mommy!”

As for me, I started doing the same, masturbating along with my little girl. For the next few minutes, we played a silent — except for our moans, at least — version of Simon Says. She watched me stroke my clitoris, and she did the same, or at least the best she could because hers was so tiny. I pinched and rubbed my tits and she copied me, and I swear she took genuine pleasure from giving her nipples a strong pinch.

Watching my little girl masturbate for the first time and approaching her first orgasm made me come, loudly and violently. Try as she might, though, Lori couldn’t quite get to that point.

Still breathing heavily from my own climax, I reached over and began to help my child rub herself. I recall being surprised at how moist her babyish slit was. I took her hand, entwined my fingers around hers, and together we worked my eight-year-old’s pussy into a lather.

“Ohhh, Mommy, it’s soooo s-slippery!” Lori exclaimed, gasping for air. From that point on, all she could say was “Oh Mommy! Oh Mommy! Oh Mommy!” Her hips bucked wildly, her eyes grew wide open and just like that, she surrendered to her very first orgasm.

Lori lay sprawled out on the couch, breathing heavily in the aftermath of pleasure. Finally, she struggled into a sitting position, making her way into my arms.

“Oh, Mommy, that felt good! I love you so much!” she gasped, and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. Just like a little girl would, I thought.

So funny, I thought, the way that Lori was this passionate lover one second, and the next, once again, my child.

For the first time in a long, long while, I felt at home, satisfied in every way possible. I’m not wealthy, but right then I had it all — all wrapped up in little Lori.

Even though it was late morning and we’d been awake for only a couple of hours, Lori and I both realized we were tired — me because I hardly slept the night before, her from the relaxation only a good orgasm can bring. We curled up on the sofa, and as Dora the Explorer played on the television, she fell asleep in my arms, her lips just touching the edge of my areola and her breaths coming out of her little nose flowing over the nipple, making it hard — and just like that, I was aroused all over again. Oh, well, I’d have to wait.

Although I fell asleep with Lori in my arms, I didn’t wake up that way. When I awoke after our nap, Lori was already up and playing outside with her friends, and I quickly recalled what had happened just a couple of hours earlier. I was having a hard time with all of it, and that was putting it mildly.

Throughout that day and the entire weekend, my mind swung from thoughts of regret and guilt to a gut feeling that what I’d done with my little girl was really an outward expression of my love and dedication to her. Or was I just hot and bothered from looking at those preteen model sites on the Internet? It was back and forth like that all day long. I knew I had to somehow sort through all these thoughts and find the truth within.

She’s only a child, I would think. Just a couple of weeks ago she was only seven years old! Seconds later, I would wonder, what other possible way could I show her and demonstrate my love for her? Any other means I could think of seemed so, so insufficient.

My conflicting thoughts continued through the days ahead. Each night, after putting Lori (and myself) to bed, I would lie awake and mull it over and over again. And all of this, at least for the first hour or so, I did to muffled moans and gasps coming from Lori’s room. It was apparent that she enjoyed herself the other day, because now she was getting herself off nightly. I would hear first soft moans, then a little louder, and a few minutes later, some loud labored breaths, a couple of “oh oh’s”, and then the silence of the afterglow of a little girl orgasm.

Then a night or two later, I was in bed and Lori, as was becoming routine, was masturbating in her bed. She was being a little louder than usual, and then she called out “Mommy!”

I jumped out of bed and ran to her room. But as I reached Lori’s door, I heard her cry out “Oh Mommy, oh Mommy, feels so good! Oh Mommy, oh, oh, oh, aaaaaaahhh!”

She was fantasizing about me! I stopped short of going into her room, rather opting to watch her through the door which was cracked open ever so slightly. Lori had her nightshirt pulled up to expose her flat little-girl chest, a finger buried deep in her smooth, bare pussy.

Her eyes closed the whole time, she drifted off to sleep as soon as her orgasm subsided. I stood there watching her sleep for awhile, then padded back to my own bed… where I fingered myself to a raging climax before drifting into a sweet slumber.

As I awakened the next morning, I realized I had slept very well through the night, almost as if somehow I’d come to terms with the love and lust I felt for my little girl. I loved her in ways I’d never loved anyone before. I didn’t hurt her last Saturday, but gave her a beautiful memory, which was clear from the fantasy she was having as she made herself come. It was also clear to me that we had all the elements of a healthy lifelong relationship: respect, communication, chemistry, an indescribable connection.

Finally, I realized that I was having the same conversation with myself as I did when I first started having naughty feelings for my daughter. Unknowingly, I’d reached the same conclusion. And, with the deep love I felt for Lori, the kind of love one feels as they realize they want to spend the rest of their life with another, I decided that it was only natural for me to move to the next, ultimate level of giving oneself to the other in every way possible.

I was finally at peace with where I’d been with Lori, my beautiful little eight-year-old daughter, the love of my life, and fully accepting of where our relationship was going to go.

The only guilt I had left was the worry I had that I’d been a bit distant from Lori for the past few days. She didn’t seem to notice the internal struggle I’d dealt with, but I felt bad nonetheless.

That night, I called her over. “Hey Lori, come here! I’ve got an idea!”

“What Mommy?”

“I’ve been feeling bad for being quiet with you the last couple of days. I was worried that you didn’t like what we did last Saturday, and I didn’t know how to talk to you about it.”

“No, Mommy,” she said looking deeply into my eyes, “I liked that! It was a lot of fun—” and then, after a pause, she added grinning a seemingly evil grin from ear to ear with her nose scrunched up, “and it felt SOOO GOOD!” God, she looked so cute and sexy when she did that!

“Well, anyway, I felt bad about it and I want to make it up to you. Let’s go on a date Friday night — just you and me! But we’ll make it a date at home. We’ll dress up for each other, have dinner, watch a movie, and then, well, whatever you want to do. Sound like fun?”

She enthusiastically, tossing her long red hair all around.

“What can we have for dinner? What movie are we gonna watch?” Lori asked.

“Whatever you want, sweetie. This is our night, but it’s all for you!”

This way for: Part Two!