Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Emma Star

Nina was miserable for the next month. No matter where she went or what she did, she could not get the images out of her head of her mother having sex with another woman and, most appalling of all, the other woman’s 9-year-old niece. When she’d sat down at her mother’s computer that fateful day, she never could have guessed she’d see and heard things which would flip her world on its head. She was disgusted with her mother for what she had done. Most of all, she was angry for the emotional damage it had caused her.

When Nina sat in class, she would listen to her teachers droning on, but her mind would drift. As her World History teacher talked about arms build-up before the First World War, Nina would see her mother fingering a redheaded child. When her Biology teacher talked about cellular mitosis, Nina would see her mother, smiling and licking her lips, as another woman’s urine splashed on her face. Nina could no longer pay attention in class and her grades began to suffer. When her mother asked what was wrong, Nina refused to answer. Most of the time, she would scream at her mother and lock herself in her room.

She blamed all of her problems on her mother’s perverted lifestyle. She couldn’t concentrate in class because of her. She couldn’t sleep or eat because of her. Even her boyfriend, Rich, had noticed how she seemed to be distancing herself from everyone, even him. Nina didn’t dare tell him the truth. All she could do was make vague excuses about stress. She could never tell him that her mother was a lesbian and a pedophile.

The worst times came at home. Nina’s mother would prepare dinner for the two of them and prattle on about her day as Nina glared at her uneaten food. Nina couldn’t understand how someone as deviant as her mother could act so normal. No, that wasn’t true. She couldn’t understand how someone as normal as her mother could be such a deviant.

Nina began to notice little things as well. She noticed the way her mother lingered on TV channels showing scantily clad women. She also noticed the looks her mother gave to young girls at the mall or the supermarket. She would pause in whatever she was saying or doing and just stare at some girl, some as young as 6 or 7, until they were out of sight. Then she’d resume talking as if nothing had happened. Of course, Nina knew the truth. When her mother saw a cute little girl, she was really imagining stripping the child, laying her down on a bed, and licking her bald pussy or sucking her tiny nipples. It was enough to make Nina sick.

One day, about five weeks after Nina had discovered her mother’s secret, she was watching TV in her room when she heard a knock at the door. She unlocked it and saw her mother, dressed up like she was about to go on a date.

“I wish you wouldn’t love your door,” she said.

“I wish I had a million dollars,” Nina replied in a mean tone.

“Well, I’m going out,” her mother said. “I’m meeting some friends from work for drinks. I’ll be home about eleven.”

“OK,” Nina replied, paying little attention.

“Call my cell phone if you need anything,” she said.

“Whatever,” Nina replied.

Her mother took a long, hard look at her. Nina was aware of her mother’s eyes on her, but she continued watching television as if she wasn’t even there.

“Bye. I love you,” her mother finally said.

“Bye,” said Nina.

Her mother lingered in the door for another few moments, as if waiting for something. Then she left. Nina listened for the sound of the door opening, the sound of the engine turning, and the sound of the car pulling out of the driveway.

A few minutes later, when Nina was sure her mother wasn’t coming back, she turned off the television. She undressed and walked into her bathroom to take a shower. She admired her B-cup breasts and her firm body in the mirror. A small patch of golden pubic hair grew just above her almost fully developed mound. Nina wondered if she should shave it.

Nina stepped into the shower and spent twenty minutes or so cleaning herself. Once she was done, she dried her hair, wrapped a towel around her body, and returned to her room. Her mother was still gone, of course. She wouldn’t be back for almost three hours. Suddenly, Nina had an idea.

Quietly, listening for the sound of a car in the driveway, Nina crept out of her room and down the hall to her mother’s bedroom. She sat down, still wearing only the towel, in front of her mother’s computer. She moved the mouse and the monitor returned from sleep mode. Nina began to look though her mother’s files. She didn’t know what she was looking for, exactly, just something to explain her mother’s behavior.

After a few minutes, she found a file called “me_pat_alice.mpeg”. Nina’s stomach turned. She knew what this was. The last time she’d seen the video of her mother, her mother’s voluptuous friend Mary, and Mary’s little niece Alice having sex, it had been a streaming file from Mary herself. Apparently, her mother had downloaded it for easy access. Biting her lip, Nina moved the cursor to the icon and double clicked.

The file opened to show her mother, completely naked, sitting on the edge of Mary’s bed. Nina felt a brief moment of envy when she saw her mother’s large, well-shaped breasts. Mother or not, degenerate or not, Patricia Edwards was a beautiful, sexy woman. Nina fast-forwarded through the scenes she’d already watched until she came to a scene of Mary and her mother kissing, while Alice sucked their nipples.

Nina watched this for a few minutes until, on screen, her mother said, “Why don’t we get Aunt Mary out of these clothes, Alice?”

Alice, who was wearing nothing but pink socks, nodded her head in agreement. Mary stood up. Pat went to work on Mary’s bra as Alice eagerly pulled Mary’s panties down to her ankles, then her garter belt and stockings. Soon, Mary was nude as well.

“So what do you say, Alice?” Nina’s mom asked.

“About what?” the child replied.

“You want to eat your first pussy?” she asked. Nina still couldn’t get used to the idea of her mother using that kind of language.

“Yours?” Alice asked.

“Well, I was thinking Aunt Mary should be your first, since she’s the one who taught you how to be a lesbian,” Nina’s mother said.

“Yeah!” Alice replied, “and she always eats me when I ask.”

“Mary?” asked Pat, turning to her friend.

“Fine by me!” exclaimed the naked redhead and they all laughed. Nina wondered how they could be so flippant about teaching a 9-year-old girl how to perform oral sex on her aunt.

“Lie down, Mary,” said Pat. “Alice, you get on your hands and knees between her legs. Make sure the camera can see that sweet butt of yours.”

Mary lay down on her back on the bed, legs tucked up, showing her pussy to the camera. She had a hairy bush, as red as the hair on her head. Alice climbed on the bed, her back to the camera, and knelt in front of her aunt. Nina could see freckles on the girl’s white, bony ass. She seemed hesitant, as if she wasn’t sure what to do next. Pat was there to instruct her in the ways of lesbian love.

“We’ll start off with something simple,” said Nina’s mother. “Play with her pussy using your fingers until you find her clit, then when you’re ready, try licking it.”

Alice listened patiently to the naked, older woman’s instructions, then leaned in, showing her tiny pink asshole to the camera. Alice’s fingers began to play nervously with her aunt’s labia, searching for her clit. It didn’t take long to find, unsheathed as it was in Mary’s state of arousal

“Good,” said Pat. “Just lick it whenever you’re ready. Take your time. You’re doing great, sweetie.”

Pat rubbed the girl’s back reassuringly. Finally, Alice worked up her nerve, and lowered her face into her aunt’s crotch. As she did, Mary began to writhe and squirm, cooing in delight as the innocent little girl had her first taste of another woman. Pat’s finger found its way to Alice’s pussy and she began to rub the child’s immature cunt gently, rubbing her own with her free hand.

Suddenly, Nina heard a car pulling into the driveway. She quickly closed the video and ran to the window. She saw an SUV, not her mother’s sedan, pulling in. The car backed out and drove away. It had just been someone turning around.

Nina returned to the chair and saw, to her surprise, that it was wet. She knew she couldn’t have dripped on it. Then she noticed the odd, triangular patch of wetness was near to the edge of the chair. Nina’s fingers immediately went to her vagina. It was soaking wet. She tried to rationalize it: she had been watching sex, even if it involved her mother, a child, and no men. IT was natural, she reasoned. Nina removed her towel, dried the wet spot, and sat back down, this time putting the towel between her butt and the seat.

She had seen enough of the video for now. In truth, she was scared to watch more. She continued searching the hard drive for clues to her mother’s sexuality. In a folder marked “Stories” she found several files which appeared to be erotic stories her mother had downloaded. Most were about women and young girls having sex. One, called “Bethany’s Secret 2” was a bout a teenage boy, his girlfriend (who had male sex organs), and the girl’s mother (who also had male sex organs) having an orgy.

There was a subfolder called “My stories” which she opened. One file immediately caught her eye. IT was a Microsoft Word document called “Nina’s True Self Discovered.” Balking, she opened it. “Nina’s True Self Discovered (F/f, incest, teen, nudist) by Patricia Edwards” it said at the top. Her mother had written the story!

Cautiously, Nina began to read:

Nina’s True Self Discovered
(F/f, incest, teen, nudist)
by Patricia Edwards

On a warm, sunny day in June, my 16-year-old daughter Nina and I decided to go to the beach, to swim, and to work on our tans. We lived only thirty minutes from Cape Cod where our favorite beach, Old Shell Beach, was located. It was a Tuesday, so we hoped it wouldn’t be too crowded.

I loaded our things into the car and called Nina. ‘Coming, Mom!’ she called back. A moment later, Nina emerged from the house, and pulled the front door shut behind her. She smiled at me and I smiled back.

My daughter looked very sexy in a magenta bikini top, cut-off jean shorts, and sandals. I had a feeling she was hoping to catch the eye of a few boys at the beach today. As for me, I was wearing a one-piece green bathing suit under my white blouse and khaki shorts. I, however, would not be trying to attract any men. I am a lesbian, but my daughter didn’t know.

We climbed into the car, put on our seatbelts, and began the drive to the beach. We drove with the windows down, listening to a classic rock station, and talking about all kinds of things. Nina, for her part, spoke mostly about her boyfriend Richard. I’d met him, and he was a sweet, handsome boy, but I always felt a little disappointed that my daughter never seemed to take an interest in other girls. I hoped that maybe she would open up in college.

But that was a few years away. I was glad to have my little girl with me on this beautiful day at the beach.

Finally, we reached the Old Shell Beach parking lot and pulled in. I could see, to my disappointment, that the beach was packed. I paid the attendant and began to look for a spot, moving slowly through the crowds of people. I found the last spot available. Nina and I climbed out of the car and walked the quarter of a mile to the beach.

‘This is bad,’ Nina said when we arrived. I nodded. ‘Do you see any space?’

‘No,’ I replied.

‘This sucks,’ she said.

‘Do you want to go home?’ I asked her.

‘We drove all this way,’ she said. ‘It would be a shame to waste it. And it’s such a beautiful day.’

‘I know,’ I agreed.

‘Let’s see if there’s space down the beach,’ she suggested.

Nina and I worked our way through the crowds of beach-goers, looking for a place. There was none. We kept moving. We’d never had to go this far down the beach before. We had almost reached the curve, beyond which we couldn’t see any further.

‘I think there’s some space down there,’ she said. ‘Let’s check it out.’

We had just reached the edge of the crowd when I noticed a sign: ‘Clothing is optional beyond this point.’

‘Nina, wait,’ I said.

‘What?’ she said, and I pointed to the sign.

‘It’s a nude beach past here,’ I said.

Nina looked at the sign, thinking. Then she looked down the crowded beach. ‘Let’s go anyway,’ she said.

‘Nina!’ I almost shouted.

‘What?’ she asked. ‘It’s clothing optional. We don’t have to be naked. I bet there’s lots of space down there. Come on, Mom. Don’t be such a wimp.’

Before I could say anything, Nina darted down the sand and around the curve. I cursed and followed her. Just around the curve, I caught up with her as she was laying down a towel in the midst of a fairly substantial crowd of men, women, and children. Most were naked. In fact, Nina and I seemed to be sticking out like sore thumbs.

‘Plenty of space,’ said Nina.

She unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down, revealing her bikini bottoms, the same color as her top. Sighing, I unbuttoned my blouse. Once it was off, I removed my own shorts and folded them into a pile with Nina’s clothes. I lay down beside her on my stomach.

‘This is silly,’ said Nina.

‘You want to go back?’ I asked.

‘No,’ she said. ‘It’s silly that we’re tanning like this. We’re going to get lines.’

‘But we . . . oh . . .’ I said.

‘It’s a nude beach, after all,’ said Nina.

She stood up and reached around her back to untie the string on her bikini. Before I could stop her, it came undone and fell to the ground. My daughter’s breasts were exposed to everyone, her golden nipples hard in the sea breeze.

‘Nina!’ I cried.

‘Don’t be such a prude, Mom,’ she told me.

With her back turned to me, Nina hooked her thumbs around the waist band of her bottoms and bent over, pulling them to the ground, showing her firm, round ass to me. She kicked her bathing suit into a pile, then turned to face me. Her hands were on her flat stomach, just above her hairless vagina.

‘Well?’ she asked.

I was speechless.

‘Do you want an even tan or not?’ my naked daughter asked.

Reluctantly, I gave in. I always tried to think of myself as a cool mom and didn’t want to look like a wimp in front of my daughter. I stood up and undid the straps of my bathing suit, pulling the cloth down, setting my breasts free. Nina seemed to stare at them, impressed by their size. I pulled the rest of my bathing suit off. Now I stood, buck naked, with my daughter in the middle of a nude beach.

‘Happy?’ I asked.

‘Not quite,’ she said. ‘Lay down on your stomach.’

I did as I was told, laying down on the towel on my stomach, folding my arms beneath my head. Nina knelt down on the ground beside me and removed a bottle of tanning lotion from my bag. She squirted some into her hand, put the bottle back, and rubbed her hands together. With that, Nina went to work, oiling my shoulders, arms, and back with the slick oil.

Nina giggled.

‘What?’ I asked.

I nearly shrieked as Nina put her hands on my ass, but I managed to keep quiet. Nina rubbed the oil on my bare butt until it was covered then did the backs of my legs.

‘My turn,’ she said, handing me the bottle.

‘I’m not sure I feel comfortable doing this,’ I told her.

‘Mom,’ she said, ‘you wiped my ass when I was a baby. You can put tanning lotion on it now.’

With that, Nina lay down on her stomach. I oiled up my hands and worked on her back. Once I was done, I looked at her ass. It was a perfect ass, the kind only a teenager can have. Still, I felt nervous. I did her well-toned, soccer-player thighs, then her calves.

‘Forgetting something?’ Nina asked.

Reluctantly, I placed my hands on her butt, one on each cheek, and began to massage them with the oil. Once it was done, she thanked me, and we lay down to soak up the sun.

About thirty minutes later, Nina said, ‘I’m gonna go swim. You want to come?’

‘No thanks,’ I said.

Nina stood up. Without bothering to put on her bathing suit, she went to the edge of the water. I saw a young man and woman, a little older than Nina, but equally naked, approach her. They talked for a minute, then the young man ran to fetch a Frisbee. The three entered the surf and began to play.

‘She’s a beautiful girl,’ I heard a woman’s voice say. I looked up to see a handsome woman in her fifties, standing over me, smiling.

‘Yes, she is,’ I said.

‘What’s your name?’ the woman asked. ‘I’m Jan.’

‘I’m Pat,’ I said. ‘She’s Nina.’

‘Nice to meet you,’ said Jan. ‘New here?’

‘First time,’ I admitted.

‘I could tell,’ she said, grinning. ‘I just wanted to let you know that if you and Nina want to go somewhere more private and have a little fun, there’s a trail going back into those woods.’ She pointed at some trees at the edge of the beach. ‘No one will bother you two there.’

‘What?’ I asked, confused.

‘I mean, if you and your friend want to fool around . . .’

‘She’s my daughter!’

Jan’s face paled. ‘I’m very sorry,’ she said.

‘You should be.’

Jan hurried away. I was shocked. She thought Nina and I were lovers! That was insane. I had a good mind to grab Nina and drag her off that beach. Just then, Nina came running up the sand, dripping with seawater and smiling happily.

‘Hey Mom,’ she said.

‘Having fun?’ I asked.

‘Jerry and Crystal,’ she said, indicating her friends, ‘said there’s a really cool trail back in the woods. Let’s go check it out.’

‘No,’ I said.

‘Why? What’s wrong?’ she asked.

I couldn’t bring myself to tell my daughter what had happened. But my only other choice was to go back in the woods with her. What would Jan think if she saw?

‘Fine,’ I said, standing up. ‘Let’s get dressed and see.’

‘Why?’ she asked, already heading for the woods. ‘Being naked is fun!’ She ran towards the woods.

Groaning in exasperation, I followed her. By the time I reached the woods, she had vanished. I sat down on a rock. Just then, Nina appeared from up the trail.

Before I could react, Nina sat on my lap. She was a lot bigger since the last time she’d sat on my lap, but I could still hold her. I felt her wet, warm skin against my naked body and my pussy began to stir. I swallowed guiltily.

‘I know you’re a lesbian,’ she said, looking into my eyes. I was stunned.

‘How?’ I asked.

‘It doesn’t matter,’ she said, ‘and it doesn’t matter to me that you’re a lesbian. You’re my mom and I love you.’

Suddenly, Nina looked deeply into my eyes. My breath caught and I couldn’t speak. I could only stare into my daughter’s beautiful, blue eyes, caught in the intimacy of the moment.

Then, Nina closed her eyes, and leaned in. Her soft lips brushed against mine. I wrapped my arms around her as she put her hands on the back of my head and pulled me in close. We kissed and our lips parted. Nina’s tongue entered my mouth, exploring nervously.

Finally, the kiss broke, and Nina stood up. I looked up into her eyes as she held out her hand to me. I took it and stood up.

‘You gave me life,’ she said, ‘and you’ve given me everything since then. I want to give you something back.’ She moved in close, pressing her breasts against mine. ‘Jerry and Crystal told me about a place we can use.’

Nina turned and began to walk, her tender butt wiggling seductively, and pulled me along. My pussy was on fire by this point. I had no choice but to follow……

Nina could read no more.

Sitting at the computer, staring at the text document, she could barely even breathe. Not only was her mother a lesbian with a taste for children, she was fantasizing about Nina too! She wanted to have sex with her own daughter!

Nina closed the file, closed all the windows she’d opened, and returned to her room. She knew this night would be a sleepless one.

Continue on to Chapter 3