Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

“We all need to be touched, Stacie,” my mom said. “That’s what I discovered when Jordan was playing with my tits last Sunday night in bed. I liked it. I wanted it. I needed it.”

She gently squeezed my braless breast through my shirt, ever so slowly bringing her fingers together until they were pinching my hard nipple. Oh my god, it felt so good. But why did it feel so good?!

I could feel my pussy getting wet. Why was this so arousing to me? Did I want my mother to touch me sexually, in front of my little girl? Apparently I did!!!

“We need to be touched,” she breathed, “and who better to touch us than someone who knows us, who loves us, who cares for us, someone who has always loved us and always will, someone we can count on forever?”

Now she was not only fondling and caressing my breast, but her face was right next to mine. Her breath was hot on my neck. My mom was nuzzling and kissing my neck!

“Mother, what — what are you doing? We can’t — not in front of Jordan!”

“Jordan won’t mind,” she whispered as she nibbled on my earlobe. “She knows all about this.”

My mother’s hand was sliding down from my chest, across my belly, down to my crotch.

This was too much. I had to object. “Mother, please, stop! What are you doing?”

She sat up straighter, taking her mouth from where she had been licking my neck. She smiled at me, her eyes glazed and hooded.

“Don’t try to fight it,” she purred. “It’s what you need, it’s what we all need. Jordan taught me that. And you know it yourself, Stacie. Why else would you ask your 7-year-old daughter to suck on your nipples?”

My face was burning. The secret was out. My mother knew the kinds of intimate things that Jordan and I did in bed.

But she wasn’t objecting to it. She wasn’t condemning me for it. Exactly the opposite. She was excited by it, and now she was trying to seduce me, her own daughter!!

“You… she…” I was tongue-tied.

“I know what you do with her. She told me. She showed me. She did it with me. That and more. So much more.”

So much more?! What could that mean??

I began to stand up, but my mother’s arm on my shoulder held me down. “Come on, honey, don’t fight it,” she said. “This is what you want. This is what you need.”

“But, I…” I was afraid I was going to cry. I didn’t know what to do or what to think. I was caught up in a dizzying combination of lust and desire and shame and fear.

My mom put her hand on my cheek. Her touch was gentle now, comforting, not as insistently sexual.

“Let’s talk about this, sweetie. Don’t run away. Don’t be afraid. We love you. I love you, and you know how much Jordan loves you. We want you to be happy. We want you to feel good, and we want to make you feel good too.”

She grinned at the double meaning of her words, and I couldn’t help grinning too.

Jordan hugged me on the other side. “It’s okay, Mommy. Don’t worry.”

“But, I…” I began again, helplessly. “I just don’t know.”

“It’s all right,” my mother said. “Everything’s all right. We’re here for you. The three of us now. We can love each other and take care of each other.”

I had no siblings. I had no husband, no boyfriend, and for that matter no girlfriend. My father had died two years earlier. All I had was my mother and my daughter.

All we had was each other. I began to look at the situation differently.

“Are you… are you saying,” I asked, “that we can, can love each other? I mean, that we can, all three of us, we can… be lovers?”

“Yes, honey, that’s exactly what I’m saying.” She scooted even closer to me, her warm body right up against mine. She put her hand on my chin, and turned my face to hers. I thought she was going to try to kiss me, but then she stopped.

She held out her hand. “Jordan, come here, baby. Sit on Nanna’s lap.”

My daughter got up obediently and sat on her grandmother’s lap, facing me.

“Now, Stacie,” my mother began, “don’t be afraid. We’re here to to take care of you. There’s nothing to be frightened of or ashamed of. But you have to face the truth.”

She took my chin again and turned my head to face her. She did kiss me then, but it was a quick kiss. Yes, it was on the lips, but it was more motherly and reassuring than seductive. After the kiss, she smiled at me and I smiled back.

But then she looked at Jordan and kissed her too. Only this kiss was longer, and definitely held the suggestion of an erotic bond between them.

When they finished, my mother looked at me and smiled again. Her lips were moist and shining. She spoke in a low voice. “When you and your daughter are cuddling in bed at night, and when she touches your breasts and plays with your nipples, and when you ask her to suck on your nipples, and after that, when you masturbate while she touches you sexually, and when you actually have an orgasm, assisted by your little girl, doesn’t that sound to you like you’re making love?”

She waited for a response.

“I… I guess… when you put it that way.”

“There’s no other way to put it. You already have been making love with your daughter.”

Everything she said was true.

I had let my daughter touch my breasts in bed at night, and I’d even encouraged her to do so. I had suggested that she could suck on my nipples if she wanted to, which she seemed to enjoy very much. We’d been doing those things for more than a year, and in the last several months, I had also started to play with my pussy as she sucked on my tits.

At first, I was cautious about it, wanting only to feel the gentle touch of my fingers on my clit. I tried not to let myself get too excited, preferring to wait until she’d fallen asleep before I quietly masturbated to a climax, as I did most nights. But just recently, during the previous few weeks before I went away for my training, I had made myself come while she was still awake, still touching me. That was a line I had crossed with her, giving myself an orgasm as she sucked my nipples. We had been doing that almost every night before I left.

But did it mean I was making love with her? That I was actually having lesbian sex with my own daughter? The way my mother described it, it certainly seemed that way.

Except I wasn’t a lesbian, was I? And could it really be true that I was committing incest with my little girl? All the evidence would seem to say that I was.

Equally as shocking was that my mother was apparently proposing not that I should stop what I was doing, but that I should continue it — and that I should extend it even further, to include having sex with her! Double lesbian incest!!

Again I shook my head. “I, I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” she whispered as her mouth came close to mine.

Then she was kissing me. My mother was kissing me. And this time it was not a motherly kiss. It was a sexual kiss, clearly intended to convey carnal desire. Her lips were parted, and her tongue licked at my lips.

In spite of all my misgivings, I responded to her. I opened my mouth and let her tongue inside. I returned her kiss — and as I did, I felt a powerful craving from somewhere deep down inside me rising toward the surface. It seemed that this was the very thing I’d been waiting for all those years. This is why I had never accepted any of the dozens of offers to go out with anyone. Because no one else could possibly kiss me like this and make me feel this way.

When she finally pulled away, I was breathless, almost literally. My mouth hung open. My head was spinning.

Then I looked at Jordan, at my daughter. She was smiling at me. I saw that she had a hand on her Nanna’s breast and was casually massaging it. I wondered, what could a little girl be thinking when she sees her mother kissing another woman like that? And not just any woman, but the little girl’s grandmother!

It seemed that my mother knew my thoughts. “Jordan’s okay. She knows about kissing. We talked about it a lot. We practiced together too. She’s getting pretty good at it.”

“You mean, at kissing?” I mumbled.

My daughter nodded. “Uh-huh, I like kissing that way, with my mouth open and my tongue. Nanna showed me how.”

“Kiss me again, Stacie,” purred my mother.

I did. But this time instead of her leaning in toward me, I immediately leaned toward her. I wanted to feel the way I’d felt a moment before, to be nearly overcome with lust and passion as her tongue and her lips played with mine. And that’s exactly how I felt. It was intoxicating.

I loved my mother deeply. But we had been apart so much during the previous few years that I’d almost forgotten how much she meant to me. As a child, I had worshipped her. We’d been practically inseparable, as Jordan and I were now. My father had often traveled on business, and when he was away, my wonderful mother would let me sleep in bed with her, cuddling close at night, hugging and kissing.

And as she kissed me now, all those sweet shining memories came flooding back. Laughing with her, playing with her, running and dancing with her — my beautiful young mommy, the true love of my life.

We continued kissing for what seemed like a very long time, our mouths wet and open, my mother’s warm strong hands roaming all over my body. I was trembling with excitement, panting and sweating. My eyes were closed so I could fully savor every sensation.

When she finally pulled away and I opened my eyes, I was surprised to find two faces close to mine.

My darling little girl was cheek to cheek with her Nanna. She was breathing hard now too, apparently as aroused as I was by what was happening. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were hooded.

Before I could say anything, my mother turned and began kissing my daughter the same way she had just kissed me.

It was one of the most erotic sights I have ever seen: a mature grown woman, still beautiful and sexy at 44 years old, kissing a darling 7-year-old little girl, their lips parted and tongues exploring. What would have seemed unthinkable to me just a short time earlier was now irresistibly exciting. It made me want to touch myself, so I did.

I put my hand between my legs and began rubbing my pussy through the thin fabric of my shorts and my panties as I watched my mom and my daughter passionately kissing.

After a few seconds, they ended the kiss and smiled at each other. Jordan giggled. Her Nanna nuzzled her nose. Then my mother noticed what I was doing with my hand. She gave me a wink and nodded approvingly.

“Jordan, baby,” she said, “do you want to do a sexy strip tease for your Mommy and me now?”

“Okay,” Jordan eagerly agreed. My daughter stood up and moved the kitchen chair aside, giving herself a little room.

I was about to take my hand away from my crotch, but my mother prevented me. She held my wrist and guided my fingers back to where they’d been.

“Don’t stop,” she instructed. “She wants to see you doing that.”

Jordan was in a little yellow sun dress that came to about six inches above her knees. She was wearing white knee socks, with no shoes.

She smiled at us as she began to sway her body back and forth in a sensual rhythm, just like an exotic dancer. It looked as though she’d been practicing a lot.

My mother spread her long legs apart, lifting my thigh and placing it over hers. She opened a few more snaps on her dress so she could touch herself through her red panties. It was apparent that both she and I were expected to begin masturbating while we watched my little girl perform for us.

And Jordan was quite a performer. As she turned in a slow circle, my daughter gradually raised the hem of her dress, letting us see more and more of her pretty legs. By the time she’d completed the circle and was facing us again, the dress was pulled all the way up above her waist. She was wearing white cotton panties.

Still swaying, she stepped closer to us and continued raising the dress. When it was nearly up to the level of her nonexistent breasts (at only 7 years old, she was still completely flat-chested), she stopped and gave us a leering grin. She licked her lips, then turned her back to us and lifted the dress over her head and off. She tossed it onto the chair.

My mouth was literally watering at the sight of her. Even though she was my own daughter, and even though she was only in the 2nd grade, I still found this lovely child to be incredibly alluring and seductive. Her legs were unusually long and perfectly shaped. Her smooth pink skin almost begged to be touched.

I was masturbating now without hesitation. I’d slipped my hand inside my shorts and into my panties so I could touch myself directly. My pussy was very wet.

My mother had her hand under her panties too. She was moving her fingers fast and breathing hard. Her other hand was clutching her breasts through her dress.

Jordan turned to face us again. She had her arms crossed over her chest, her hands covering her nipples. As we watched her, she massaged herself and then pinched her little nipples between her fingers. She wasn’t smiling any more. Now she had a look of intense erotic arousal.

Stepping in front of me and looking straight into my eyes, my daughter hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and began slowly pulling them down as her body swayed suggestively. More pink skin was gradually revealed.

I knew very well that Jordan had no pussy hair yet. She was years away from puberty. But it was a tremendous thrill to see her vulva come into view. Her little slit, her puffy labia — she was getting naked, just for me, to get me excited!

And she was making me very excited. I was getting close to an orgasm as I rubbed myself while I stared at my little girl’s body. She slid the panties all the way down her legs and stepped out of them.

“Oh, you’re so beautiful…” I whispered to her.

In a gentle voice, my mother asked, “Jordan, do you want to watch your Mommy come?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded.

“I think you should kiss your Mommy while she comes.”

She shifted over to give Jordan room between us, and my daughter knelt on the sofa, facing me. The only thing she was wearing now was her white knee socks.

As she leaned in to kiss my mouth, she put her hand on my breast, over my shirt. I closed my eyes, parted my lips, and for the first time, my hot little girl and I shared a truly sexual kiss. I felt her tongue in my mouth. I felt her lips on mine. I felt her fingers squeezing my breast and pinching my nipple.

In the weeks leading up to our separation, I had climaxed with my daughter many times in bed at night as she fondled my breasts and sucked on my nipples. But that had been an unspoken arrangement, an undeclared passion. What we did then, we did without discussing it and without openly acknowledging it.

This was different. Now we were having lesbian sex and there was nothing secretive or undeclared about it. What we’d had before was wonderful and exciting, and my orgasms were certainly enjoyable, but this was at an entirely different level.

Knowing that my daughter wanted me to masturbate and make myself come for her, knowing that she had just stripped for me, and that she was kissing me right now and touching me, and that we soon would do even more than this, possibly much more — all of that combined to push me over the top, to make me climax as powerfully as I ever had.

While I was still in the middle of my first orgasm, with my eyes closed and my hand clamped between my thighs, I felt Jordan putting her hand under my shirt to grab my breast, and then I felt her lifting my shirt, and then I felt her little mouth closing over my erect nipple and sucking on it, and that made me start to come again.

And when that second strong orgasm began to subside and I was able to open my eyes, I saw something I will never forget. My daughter was no longer sucking my nipple. Now she was kissing her Nanna. But the unforgettable thing I saw was that my mother had her hand between my little girl’s legs and she was touching her pussy! She was reaching in from behind, her long fingers caressing my daughter’s puffy lips. And as I watched, my mother slid a finger between Jordan’s labia!!

I heard my daughter groan in pleasure. That made me want to come again. I grabbed my tit in my hand and squeezed it hard. The nipple was still wet from Jordan sucking on it. I pushed two fingers inside my vagina and fucked myself as I stared at the unbelievable sight of my mother fingering my little girl’s pussy.

Within seconds I came for the third time, and this one was even longer and more intense than the others.

“OHHH GOD!!!! FUCK — OHHH!!!!!” I heard myself screaming. That was something I had never done before, certainly not in front of Jordan. But I couldn’t help it.

And with that last tremendous orgasm, I was spent. I slumped down on the sofa, panting heavily, trying to catch my breath. With my eyes still closed, I removed my fingers from my dripping cunt and raised them to my mouth, licking and sucking them to taste myself. Still breathing hard, I placed both hands over my breasts and held them, trying to calm down.

I don’t know how long it was, but eventually I opened my eyes and looked up at Jordan and my mom. They were still kissing, but now my daughter was astride my mother’s leg, humping her little pussy against her Nanna’s bare thigh.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening,” I said to myself. Except I must have said it loud enough for them to hear. Because they ended their kiss and looked at me.

“Do you like it, Mommy?” Jordan was smiling at me.

“Of course she does,” my mother answered for me. Then she said, “Jordan, I think we ought to get your Mommy naked, don’t you?”

My little girl grinned and nodded her head.

“Why don’t you take off her clothes while I watch, okay?” suggested my mother.

“Okay!” Jordan quickly agreed.

“Take off her shirt first.” My mother sat up a little straighter but kept her hand inside her panties, caressing herself.

Jordan came to me and put her hands on the hem of my shirt. I had to sit up so she could get it off. She lifted the top over my head and laid it over the arm of the sofa. She stood back, and they both looked at my breasts.

“You’re a very beautiful girl, Stacie,” said my mother in a soft voice.

I have small breasts, but I’m generally thin, anyway, like my mom and my daughter. My tits are nicely shaped, though, and perky. My nipples are brown, and when they’re erect, as they were now, they get very long.

“Thank you,” I mumbled in response.

“Such gorgeous soft white skin,” my mother added.

Unlike her, I stay out of the sun. My skin is pale, much fairer than than my mother’s, more like my Irish father’s was, so I have to be very careful about not getting burned.

“Stand up,” she said, “so Jordan can take off your shorts.”

I obeyed. My daughter pulled down my dark blue shorts, and they both looked at my bikini undies, which were black and lacy, a nice contrast with my skin.

“Take off your Mommy’s panties, honey,” ordered my mother. My little girl slid them over my hips and down my legs, and then I was naked.

Although her dress was open up to the waist, my mother was still completely clothed, and Jordan was still wearing her socks, but I was naked. Totally naked in front of them.

My mother was staring at my pussy. During the previous few months I’d begun shaving it completely. I like the way it looks that way, and I love the way it feels when I masturbate, so smooth and slippery. I shave my pussy every evening in the bath with my daughter.

“God, you’re such a beautiful woman,” breathed my mother. “Look at her, Jordan. Look at your Mommy. Don’t you think she’s pretty?”

“Uh-huh,” my daughter nodded. Then she turned to her Nanna. “But we’re naked and you’re not.”

“That’s right,” laughed my mother. “And that’s not fair, is it? Tell you what, why don’t we go to your Mommy’s bedroom… we’ll be more comfortable on the bed, I think. And then you can take my clothes off too, okay?”

“Okay,” chirped Jordan. “Come on, Mommy.” She took my hand and we all went into my bedroom.

Continue on to Chapter 3