Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

So, I’d made it my mission to find out exactly what was happening between my mom and Molly. But how would I go about doing that? I wasn’t sure. I figured, though, that I should start by simply talking with my mother. I didn’t think I would have the courage to ask her about it directly, but if we just began talking, maybe something would happen.

And I was right, something did happen. But it was not what I expected.

The very next night, Monday night, I went to her room after everyone else was in bed. It was a little past 10:00. She was propped up one some pillows, wearing her reading glasses, going through folders of legal stuff she’d brought home from the office.

When I came in, she smiled and took off her glasses. I got on the bed next to her and gave her a hug. She hugged me back, squeezing me tightly, kissing the top of my head. We stayed like that for a minute, not saying anything, just rocking gently, warmly, happily.

Finally she said, “Is there something you wanted, sweetheart? Something you need to talk about?”

“No, there’s nothing special,” I lied. “I just wanted to come in and be with you for a few minutes before I went to sleep. I love you so much.” That was certainly true, of course. I hugged her more tightly.

She held me close. “I’m glad you did, darling girl. I love you too. So very very much.” She kissed the top of my head again.

After another minute of tender hugging, gentle breathing, quiet intimacy, I raised my face to look at her. My mother gazed into my eyes for a moment. Then she looked down at my mouth. Slowly she brought her lips to mine.

She kissed me so softly, so sweetly, and so romantically, I almost thought I would die from the pure pleasure of it. I sighed and melted against her. The kiss lasted a long time, no tongues, just lips, her warm full lips on mine, caressing them, loving them.

At last she pulled away, exhaling deeply.

“Whew, it’s getting hot in here,” she joked. She fanned her face and tugged at the edge of the little negligee she was wearing. It was peach-colored, pastel, partly sheer, trimmed with white lace. There were ties down the front, but they were open. As she played at being overheated, the side of the negligee fell away, revealing her breast. Was that deliberate?

I looked at her lovely full breast, soft and white and beautifully rounded. I stared at the nipple, so different from mine. My nipples are sort of pink and plump while my mom’s are brown, and when erect they become very long. I love my mother’s nipples. Without even thinking about it, I reached out my hand to touch her.

At first, I touched just the very end of it, running my fingertip gently over it. I felt my mother stir, but she didn’t try to stop me. Then I played with the nipple, taking it between my fingers, pinching it lightly, watching it grow long and stiff under my touch. My mom was breathing hard.

I caressed her nipple, turning it, stroking it, pulling it. I felt my mouth begin to water. I wanted to kiss her nipple, but even more, I wanted to take it into my mouth and suck it like a baby.

My mother seemed to know what I was thinking. She leaned down and kissed my forehead, and then she whispered, “Do you remember when you were a little girl, still very young, and sometimes I would come to your bed at night and ask you to suck on my nipples?”

I did remember that. Or at least I thought I did. It was long ago, and it seemed almost dreamlike to me. Sometimes I wondered if it had really happened. Evidently it had.

“Yeah, I do remember…” I whispered.

She kissed my forehead again. “I loved doing that with you, little baby.”

“I think, um, I think the last time you did that was when I was like 5 or something, around when I started kindergarten.”

“That’s right.”

I was still fondling her nipple, stroking it and squeezing it. I waited to see what would happen next. My mom didn’t say anything else, so finally I asked, “Did, um, did you, like, do the same thing with Kate, when she was little? And with Molly too?”

“Yes, I did,” she nodded.

She paused. I thought she would go on, but just as she began to say something more, she stopped. She took a deep breath, as if trying to decide. And then, in a soft voice, she said, “Don’t tell anyone, but sometimes, honey, I still do that. With Molly. I can’t help it, it just feels so very good.”

I looked up at her. “Really?”

My mother nodded. She seemed embarrassed, but she added, “I, uh, well, just every once in a while, I still like doing it. It’s like I have to. So I go to her room and wake her up and hold her in my arms and put my nipple in her little mouth, and oh my god it’s just so nice…”

The way she looked when she said that last part convinced me there was definitely something sexual about it, for her anyway if not for Molly. I pictured them together, my mom holding my little sister, gazing down at her as Molly sucked on her nipple. It was so hot, so arousing to me. And it appeared to be to her too. Should I try to find out even more? My heart was pounding.

I decided to go ahead. “Mommy, um… can I ask you something else?”

“I suppose,” she whispered, gently squeezing me.

“Well, when you do that with Molly, and I guess when you did it with me and with Kate too, did it get you excited? I mean, like, did it turn you on and stuff?”

My mother looked into my eyes. Again it seemed as if she was uncertain what to say. Finally she nodded and slowly said, “Yes, it did, and it does. I don’t like to admit that, not even to myself, but it’s true.”

I was starting to figure out what was going on, what it was I’d heard outside her door the other night. “So, then, do you play with yourself when, um, when Molly is sucking on your nipples?”

She nodded, taking another deep breath before whispering, “Yes…”

“And, like, do you ever come?”

“No,” she shook her head, casting her eyes down. “Not when I’m with her… I, it’s true that sometimes I rub myself on the outside of my panties while she’s sucking at my breast, just because it feels so good. But I always put her back in bed and then return to my own room before, you know, before I finish.”

“But —” I began.

She interrupted, “Sweetie, it’s getting late now. You have school tomorrow and you need to get to bed.” She took my hand away from her breast.

“But I want to ask you about —”

“Not now, it’s getting late,” she said sternly. “You go on now, back to your own bed. Give your mother a goodnight kiss and go to bed.”

“But —”

“Go on now, I mean it. Go!” She seemed angry. That wasn’t like her at all.

“Okay.”

She kissed me and sent me away.
By the time I got back to my room I was crying. Why was my mother mad at me? What had I done? I was crying but at the same time I was angry too. I hadn’t done anything wrong. All I did was ask a question, and she had lied to me. Why wouldn’t she tell me the truth?!

I fell into my bed, burying my face in the pillow, cursing and sobbing. I felt awful.

After ten minutes or so, I raised my head. I was finished crying. My pillow was a soggy mess, and so was my face. I got up and went into the bathroom. I blew my nose, splashed cold water on my face, took a few deep breaths, and dried off, trying to settle down.

My reflection in the mirror was hideous. Swollen red nose, pasty skin, bloodshot eyes. Not a pretty sight. I grinned at myself anyway, taking a final deep breath and letting it out. I would be okay. All I had to do was wait, cool off a little. I was sure that if I gave it some time and then asked again, I would be able to find out the truth. Mommy would eventually tell me everything, I promised myself. I just had to be patient with her.

I went back to my bed, feeling better. I switched off the lamp and prepared for sleep. Then my door opened.

It was my mom. She closed the door behind her and came to my bed. Without saying a word, she got inside. She took me in her arms and hugged me. She was naked.

For a long time, she just held me. I felt her body shaking a little and I realized that she was crying. I hugged her.

At last she whispered, “Julie, I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me.”

“Mommy, of course…”

“I was wrong to send you away like that. I’m so sorry.”

“I know, Mommy, but…”

She squeezed me again, her arms pulling me tightly against her. “You are —” her voice caught “— you are the one person, more than anyone in the world, that I never want to, that I never want to hurt. I’m just so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” I petted her back, her soft skin, trying to reassure her. “It’s okay.”

“Oh, Julie, my dear Julie,” she whispered as she hugged me, “I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll never do that to you again.”

“I know.” I held her, gently caressing her. I stroked her hair and kissed her cheek.

We stayed that way for a while. She seemed really upset, so I just hugged her, not knowing anything else to do.

After several more minutes, my mom took a deep breath and let it out. “Whew… all right, it’s very late now, and you really do need to get some sleep. Thank you for forgiving me.”

She kissed my lips in the darkness of my bed. Then she continued, “And, uh, tomorrow, tomorrow night, we’ll talk more about it. About everything. Okay?”

“Okay.”

She kissed me once more and got up, softly petting my cheek before she left the room.

* * *

The next night, Tuesday, Kate and I were in the family room watching an action movie when Mommy came down to get me. It was about 9:30.

“Julie, honey, I need to talk to you about a few things. Do you mind missing the rest of the movie?” She held her hand out to me.

“No, Mommy, I don’t mind.” I took her hand and got up. The movie was one I’d already seen anyway.

We went upstairs to my room. She shut the door and we sat down on my bed, the big double bed I’d got just before Christmas. We propped up some pillows and leaned back, side by side, holding hands. She was barefoot, wearing jeans and a sweater. I was wearing gray sweats and white socks and a t-shirt with no bra.

“Now,” she began, “I’d like to start over again. You can ask me whatever you want to ask about, uh, the things we were talking about last night, and I promise I will answer you honestly, okay? And tonight we have plenty of time, at least, you know, until around 10:30 or so. All right?”

I nodded happily.

She lifted my hand and kissed it. “What did you want to ask?”

“Well, um, I guess…” It was a little hard for me to know where to start. I hadn’t expected her to be quite so open about everything so soon.

“I guess when, like, when you’re doing that with Molly, I mean, you told me you sometimes touch yourself, right?”

“Yes, I do.”

“And, um, well, see, the other night, um, Friday night, I couldn’t sleep and I heard something out in the hall. I heard Molly’s voice and I was curious, so I got up and I went out, and I, I mean, I listened outside your door. And I heard stuff.”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, looking down at her lap. “What did you hear?”

“Like, I think I heard, I’m almost sure I heard you, um, having an orgasm.”

My mother took a very deep breath and slowly let it out. I saw tears in her eyes.

I squeezed her hand. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, Mommy. I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s all right. We really should talk about it. I, I want to tell you.” She took another deep breath. “It’s just… it’s hard.”

“Okay.” I waited for her.

She lifted my hand, the one she was holding. Taking it in both her hands, she turned it over, studying it, softly caressing it with her fingers. She raised my hand to her mouth and gently kissed the palm.

I continued waiting.

Finally she said, “When I told you last night that I, uh, that I don’t ever finish when I’m with Molly, well, that’s not true. I lied to you, and I’m sorry.”

Mommy looked at me, and I gave her a smile.

She went on, “You’re right about what you heard. You did hear me having an orgasm. That’s, well, that’s something that happens a lot, quite often, when she’s sucking my nipples and I’m rubbing myself.”

She seemed to be waiting for a reaction. I just said, “Okay.”

When she didn’t say anything else, I asked, “Um, how come you didn’t want to tell me?”

“Well, it’s embarrassing. I mean, a mother doing that with a child as old as your sister is. And not only having her suck my nipples like a baby, but what I… the other things I do with her…”

After another pause, she said, “There’s more.”

“There is?”

“Yes, I, you see, it’s…”

She turned to me, taking my face in her hands, looking very seriously into my eyes. “Julie, I’m telling you this because I trust you. Because I love you and I, well, because I want to be closer to you than to anyone. Do you remember when you said that to me?”

I nodded and she gently kissed my lips. I knew exactly what she meant. She was saying she was in love with me the way I was in love with her. I felt very happy at that moment.

After kissing me again, she said, in a barely audible whisper, “I touch Molly too.”

“You do?”

My mother nodded, appearing to be deeply embarrassed. I actually wasn’t that surprised by what she told me. I’d imagined things like that plenty of times.

“When she’s sucking on my nipples, I sometimes rub her a little bit, between her legs, just on the outside of her undies.”

“Only on the outside?” I asked.

“Yes,” she grinned, “and this time I really am telling you the truth. It’s only on the outside, although I’ve been tempted to do more, believe me, a whole lot more.”

I smiled and squeezed her hand. “I’d like to do more with her too.”

“Would you?”

“Uh-huh. Sometimes I like to think about that when, you know, when I’m masturbating in bed at night. I, um, I fantasize about doing things with her, with Molly.”

“Mmm…” She smiled and kissed me again. “So I guess it runs in the family.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “You could say that.”

That made her laugh. We scrunched down in my bed together, facing each other, giggling and kissing.

After a few minutes of playful kissing and touching, both of us still clothed, she took a deep breath and said, “All of this is really hard for me to talk about. I’m so glad I have you to share these things with, darling girl. You can’t imagine how much that means to me.”

“I’m glad too, Mommy.”

“It’s funny, though, because you know how I am about rules and everything, so strict, like a fanatic sometimes.”

“I know, you really are,” I giggled, kissing her.

“But, but what makes it so difficult for me is that I’ve insisted on that rule for you, you know, the no touching rule?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And yet, with Molly, I was doing things I wouldn’t let you do. Or let Kate do. I had one set of rules for you and another set for myself. I’ve been a hypocrite.”

“You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. That’s what you always tell me.”

“Yes, I guess that’s true. But I hate this part of myself. This part that tries to pretend she’s so good and noble and yet, behind closed doors, when no one is watching, she goes ahead and does the very things she tells other people not to do. I hate that.”

I waited, just being quiet, letting her think about what she was telling me.

After another minute, she went on, “I keep telling myself that what I’m doing with her, with Molly, that it isn’t really sexual, it’s just being affectionate. But of course I know that’s not true. I mean, I love her and I’m often affectionate with her, just like I am you and Katie, but some of the ways I touch her, well, it’s beyond affection, even though that’s still a part of it, of course, but it’s also sexual, because, uh, when I touch her that way, rubbing her little pussy, I mean, I really do want to arouse her, and… oh, I don’t know, maybe I’m not making any sense. Please stop me.”

I pulled her to me and kissed her. We hugged. She squeezed me tightly.

“I’m so sorry I lied to you, Julie. I’m so sorry,” she whispered. It sounded like she might be on the verge of crying again. When she pulled away slightly and I could look into her eyes, I saw tears.

“Mommy?”

“Yes?”

“You know, everyone does bad things. Everyone. Even you.”

She laughed and grabbed me, hugging me again. “You’re right. You’re so right.”

When we finished the hug, and after we’d kissed each other a few more times, I said, “Except I don’t really know if it’s bad, what you’re doing with Molly, I mean. Remember how you said for me and Kate that, like, since we love each other so much, it’s okay for us to, you know, touch each other and everything? To make each other feel good? So if it’s okay for sisters, wouldn’t it be okay too for a mom and her daughter, or her daughters?”

My mother nodded, “Yes, I suppose it would. That makes sense.”

She looked into my eyes and then down at my mouth. She placed her finger on my lower lip, gently caressing it as she licked her own lips.

“I want you so much,” she whispered.

“Maybe it’s not wrong,” I told her.

“No, maybe it’s not.” She put her mouth over mine, kissing me deeply, probing with her tongue.

For the next several minutes, we hugged and kissed, pressing our bodies together, our hands running up and down. She reached under my shirt, stroking my back, pulling me close. I squeezed her bottom through her tight jeans, and grabbed at her breasts through her sweater and bra. I wanted to get her naked, touch her everywhere. I wanted to fuck her.

She took my wrist, holding my hand that was on her breast and drawing it away. I thought she might tell me then that I was going too far or that it was time for bed or something, but she didn’t. Instead she moved my hand down between her legs. She pressed my fingers into her crotch, through her jeans, using her hand to move my hand up and down over her pussy.

“Goddamn, I want you so much,” Mommy hissed as she rolled on top of me.

Leaving my fingers where they were, letting me continue to caress her, she took my face in her hands and held it, looking at me for a moment before shoving her tongue deeply into my mouth, pressing her lips hard against mine.

I rubbed her pussy through her jeans, feeling the shape of her labia and the heat from her center. I wanted her to touch me too, the same way, and I started to reach up and take her hand to move it between my legs, but then she ended the kiss and sat up on her haunches.

She threw her head back, shaking it, running her fingers through her blonde hair. Her eyes were closed. My hand was still on her crotch. I rubbed her some more and squeezed, trying to press my fingers in as much as I could through the tight jeans.

“Wow,” she exclaimed, seemingly to herself. She shook her head again, then put her hands on her tits, squeezing them. “Wow,” she repeated.

My mother opened her eyes and looked down at me. I continued groping her. She didn’t try to stop me.

“Julie, I think you should know that I’ve, uh, I’ve started to make some plans. For us. For you and me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I just, I want our first time together, when we are really together, doing everything I know you want to do and that I want to do too, I want that first time to be something very special, for both of us.”

I smiled. She smiled back at me. I kept rubbing her pussy through her jeans.

“So I’m making some plans for us. In just, in just a few weeks, okay?”

“Okay,” I nodded.

“Good.” She leaned down and kissed me, then glanced at the clock. “But right now I think it’s time for my beautiful daughter to get ready for bed. All right?”

I nodded again, and also gave her pussy a hard squeeze.

“Mmm, that feels good, you naughty little thing. How dare you touch your mommy that way!” She feigned shock and we both laughed. Then she gave me a last kiss, said goodnight, and left the room.

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