Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

Now began a new phase in my life with Amanda.

Every single night before bed she would ‘masturbate’ — that is, I would rub her with my hand and bring her to orgasm. Sometimes, but not always, this included penetration. There were times when we took it fairly slow, when I could have fun exploring her little pussy with my fingers, seeing how far I could reach inside her vagina without causing pain. (My daughter’s hymen was still intact, and I was content for the time being to leave it that way.) There were many nights, though, when she was so excited and so eager that all I had to do was simply hold my hand in one position while she frantically humped herself against it. She could quickly reach climax doing that and was capable of repeated orgasms.

Our standard approach at this point was for Amanda to lie on her stomach and for me to reach between her legs from behind and stimulate her. I would usually masturbate too, of course, trying to come at about the same time as she did. Sometimes I would fuck her leg and bring myself to orgasm that way. If she finished before me, which happened a lot, she would often turn on her side to watch while I rubbed my clit. I loved having her watch me. But during this period, she never reached climax by rubbing herself (or at least not while I was with her). It was always my hand on her pussy.

My little girl’s sexual exuberance was incredibly arousing to me. Even if I came while I was ‘helping’ her, as I did most nights, I would still be so turned on after tucking her into bed and saying goodnight that I would have to masturbate again in my own bed. I was having more orgasms than at any time in my entire life, and loving it!

Then one Saturday morning, something else happened.

As I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee, Amanda came up to me and said, “Mommy, can I only masturbate at night?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, do people only ever masturbate at night, or do they do it in the day too sometimes?”

“Well, it’s mostly done at night, I suppose. But there’s really no reason” — then suddenly it dawned on me — “why are you asking?”

“Because, can we do it now?”

And so it turned out that on Saturdays and Sundays, she and I would enjoy several sessions during the day as well as before going to bed at night. I didn’t mind this at all, of course.

I’d never seen Amanda so happy. She seemed to be smiling all the time, and she became extremely affectionate with me, always kissing her mother, always wanting to hold my hand or have her arm around me. Even when we weren’t having sex, if we were watching TV or something, her body was always very close to mine. It was so cute.

That’s how we moved on to the next phase. We were sitting together on the sofa on a Friday night at about 9:00 o’clock. I had my arm around my little girl and she had one leg hooked over mine. I was wearing a loose dress, with no bra and just a pair of panties. Amanda was in boxer shorts and a t-shirt. We had just finished watching a sexy movie, Lost and Delirious, and we were both very turned on.

Up until then, when she wanted to ‘masturbate’, we had always gone into Amanda’s room to do it, even on the weekends during the day. But as the closing credits rolled, my daughter took my hand and placed it between her legs. She then held her hand over mine and started moving it up and down, showing me her desires. I was surprised, but also highly aroused. She had never been this aggressive before.

Amanda was grinning at me. She was so beautiful. I returned her smile and asked, “Do you want to go to your bedroom now?”

In reply, she simply shook her head. And then she did something else she had never done before. She put her hand behind my head and pulled my face down to hers. We had kissed many times while we were having sex, or at least I had often kissed her. Sometimes when we were finished, we would kiss on the lips, but never with open mouths using our tongues.

On this special night, though, apparently inspired by the racy movie (which featured a lot of hot girl-on-girl kissing), Amanda pressed her mouth against mine, and then… I felt her tongue, probing… I parted my lips, and my daughter and I shared our first mature sensual kiss. It was wet, exciting, sloppy, even a little awkward since it was our first time trying. But it was heavenly.

And in the meantime, as we kissed, I was rubbing her pussy through her thin cotton boxer shorts. We continued kissing, and I slipped my hand inside her shorts. She was wearing nothing underneath. I felt her smooth labia, so delicious, so inviting. And as I eased my hand down a little further, I found moisture. She was very wet.

Without breaking the kiss, I turned my body and started sliding back until I was reclining fully on the sofa. She followed my movements, and then she was lying on top of me. This was definitely something new for us. I spread my legs wide apart. I wanted to feel her warm body pressing into my crotch. I was going to grab her bottom and pull her tightly against me, but as soon as I started to remove my hand from her shorts, she stopped me. “No, Mommy, don’t! Keep your hand there!”

“What?

“Keep your hand right there, okay?” She held my wrist firmly, and started moving her pussy against my fingers. It was similar to the way she would fuck my hand at night when she ‘masturbated’, except now she was on top of me. And we were kissing.

After making sure I wouldn’t take my hand away again, Amanda held my face in her hands and pressed her lips onto mine. Her mouth was open, her tongue playing with my tongue, the way we’d seen the girls in the movie. She was also arching her pelvis again and again, thrusting her hot young sex against my hand. She was so wet my fingers easily slid between her labia. She held me, kissed me, fucked my hand, moving faster and faster, moaning, sighing, and then suddenly she was coming —

“Eeeeh-ahh!!” my daughter squealed, louder than I’d ever heard her before. This was a big one. A very strong climax.

She lifted herself up, planting her hands on the sofa, straightening her arms. She threw her head back. Her eyes were closed, her face contorted with orgasmic passion. For a second she froze in that position, and then she started moving again, moving her pussy against my hand.

I looked at her in amazement. What a child she was! So sweet and innocent, and yet so sexually energetic, so enthusiastic in her desire for pleasure. My little girl fucked my hand again, my fingers sliding up and down between the slippery folds of her labia, until she had a second climax, and then a third, each accompanied by loud cries and copious juices. My hand was soaked.

Finally she was exhausted. She collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. I wrapped my arms around her and my legs too. I kissed her sweaty cheek, hugged her tightly, told her how much I loved her. I actually felt tears in my eyes, I was so happy, so in love with her — yes, I was in love with her, that was it. I was deeply in love with my own daughter. And I was as happy as I could possibly be.

I held her a long time. Gradually her breathing slowed.

Earlier I’d removed my hand from her boxer shorts, and now while she rested I licked my fingers, loving the flavor of my little girl’s pussy juice. My dress was hiked up around my waist, my legs spread wide apart. Amanda’s slim body was nestled against my crotch. God, it was so wonderful, so perfect.

I stroked her back and caressed her little bottom through her shorts. I nuzzled her neck, kissing her and licking her, tasting the salty sweat. I never wanted to move again. I was exactly where I wanted to be, my daughter on top of me, swooning in post-orgasmic bliss. I hugged her close, tears of joy in my eyes.

After a time, she stirred. She raised her head, giving me a soft smile. Her lovely blue eyes were hooded, languorous. She licked her lips.

“Mommy, that was nice. But, um, is it okay what we did? I mean, kissing and stuff like that?”

“Well, what do you think?” I asked. “Is it okay with you?”

“Yeah,” her eyes brightened. “I liked it!”

“So did I,” I chuckled. “I liked it very much. And I think it was perfectly okay.”

“Good.” She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then added, “So, um, do you wanna do it now? Masturbate? Cuz you didn’t do it yet, did you?”

“No, I didn’t.” I shook my head. “I was too busy taking care of you. Which I loved.”

She grinned and giggled, “Me too.” And then she started to shift off of me, apparently to make room so I could play with myself.

But I stopped her. “Wait, don’t go too far.”

I positioned her so that she was resting atop my thigh, her little pussy pressing against my leg through her thin boxers. “I was thinking that maybe you could help me this time.”

Amanda frowned. “What do you mean? You can do it yourself, can’t you?”

“Sure I can, sweetie,” I smiled. “But it might be fun to try it this way. You just put your hand inside my panties, the same way I had my hand inside your shorts. Okay?”

I took her hand and slid it inside my panties. I knew she could feel how wet I was. I watched her closely to gauge her reaction. She had never touched me this way before.

Her eyes went wide as I pressed her fingers into my warm slit. She cocked her head to the side like a little puppy, frowning again — and then suddenly her face lit up, a lightbulb switching on.

“Oh!!! You mean I can help you?!”

“Yes, of course.”

“Ooh, neat! I never thought of that!” She was glowing. “But, like, how do I do it? Show me, Mom.”

“Okay, well, you know, you just slide your hand up and down, like this.” I held her hand in mine, moving it the way I described.

“Right, okay… but… Mommy?”

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“Well, I mean, is at all right if I take off your panties, so I can see?”

Was it all right? Absolutely it was! “Yes, of course, baby girl. You go ahead and take off Mommy’s panties.”

I raised my bottom, enjoying the sight of my sexy little daughter tugging my panties over my hips and then down my legs and off. On impulse, I sat up and lifted my loose dress over my head, tossing it away.

“Why don’t you do it too?” I proposed. “Take off your clothes.”

“Okay!” She giggled, whipping off her shirt, then wriggling out of her boxers. Now we were both totally nude.

Amanda put her hand over her mouth, laughing. “This is funny!”

“What is?”

“Being naked in the living room.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah, it’s cool. We shoulda done this before.”

“Okay, so, now that you can see everything — do you want to try to help me?”

“Sure, um… where was I?”

“Well, first, sit on my leg again, like you were before.”

She climbed back on top of me, her warm juicy sex nestling against my bare thigh. She looked down at her crotch. I had to admit, it was quite a sight, a young girl’s hairless pussy straddling a grown woman’s leg — her mother’s leg!

“This feels good,” she grinned. And then she began moving a little bit, sliding back and forth. “Is it okay, Mommy, if I do this, the way you do on me sometimes?”

“Yes, of course it is, sweetheart. It’s just fine.”

“Good. I like doing it. It feels really good.” She humped me a little faster.

“All right, now, let me have your hand again.” She held it out, and I placed it between my legs, parting my labia, pressing her fingers into my slit. I was extremely wet.

“You can help Mommy masturbate, the way I help you.”

“Okay.”

“Just slide your hand up and down.” I moved her hand with mine. “That’s good… and then, you can rub the clitoris, up here, remember how I showed you?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, her eyes opening wide as I moved her fingers over my engorged clit. I was certain she could feel the stiff nub beneath her fingertips.

“Mmm, that’s right, baby. That feels good. You rub Mommy just like that.”

“Okay.”

Leaning my head back, I closed my eyes and savored the sensation as I guided her, rubbing her lubricated fingers over my clit again and again. My 10-year-old daughter was touching me, masturbating me, and it felt so good. I didn’t have the slightest twinge of guilt. She and I loved each other deeply and we were showing that love, warmly giving each other affection. What could possibly be wrong with that?

She was moving faster on my leg now, making little moaning sounds. Raising my other hand to my mouth, I wetted my fingertips, then spun little circles at the end of my erect nipples. I could feel my excitement beginning to build, that swirling swelling heated crescendo that told me an orgasm was near. I was getting close very fast. But I needed something more. I needed to feel Amanda’s fingers inside me.

Still holding her hand, I moved it slowly down inside my slit until the tips of her fingers reached the entrance to my vagina. I opened my eyes again so I could see how she would respond to what I wanted.

She was staring at my cunt and humping my leg.

“Can you… put your finger inside Mommy?” I asked. “Like I do with you sometimes?”

“Okay.” Amanda’s voice was hoarse, choked with incestuous arousal. As her fingers began to explore the silky wetness of her mother’s sex, she swallowed, then licked her lips. Tentatively she slid her middle finger into my vagina, but not very far, only an inch or so. Her eyes went wide.

“Mommy, it’s so… it’s so soft and warm, and… and so nice!”

“Yes, it is. But you don’t have to worry about hurting me or anything, honey. You can put your finger in as far as you want, and it will only feel better for me, I promise.”

“Okay.” She pushed her finger in further, maybe up to the second knuckle. “Wow… this is so great. I love how it feels!”

“So do I, baby. I love having you fuck me.”

Her head whipped around, her eyes goggling. “Is that what I’m doing?”

“Yes, little girl, that’s what you’re doing. You’re fucking Mommy with your finger, and I love it. Remember that first day when I told you that using naughty words sometimes makes it more exciting?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, I love saying that. It makes me very, very excited. I love it when you fuck me with your finger, Amanda. I want you to fuck me hard and make me come.”

She grinned and said, “Wow, Mommy, this is… this is amazing!” Then she looked at my crotch again. She was moving her finger slowly in and out of my cunt, still much too tentatively.

“Can you do it faster now, sweetie? Faster and harder? And deeper?” I wanted to come so badly.

“I’ll try.”

She frowned, concentrating as she put all her effort into pressing her middle finger up inside me as far as it would go.

I groaned, “Oh my god yes! That feels so fucking good! Do it harder now, baby, and faster!”

“All right.” She slid the finger into me again, pulled it out, and pushed it in again.

“Yes! Yes! Do it for me now, little girl! Fuck Mommy’s cunt! Fuck me hard!”

My frenzied reactions made her bolder. She was sliding her finger in and out of my slippery pussy faster and faster now, in rhythm with the way she was fucking my leg, harder and harder. And then, without even being asked, she inserted a second finger, pumping them both deep inside me again and again and again. I was delirious with lust.

“God baby fuck Mommy! Fuck Mommy hard! Make Mommy come!!”

And then I did come. I exploded into orgasm, my hands grabbing my daughter’s wrist, pulling her toward me, forcing her fingers into me still more deeply.

I was also dimly aware, even as I climaxed volcanically, that someone else was climaxing at the same time. With her fingers deep inside her mother’s cunt, my daughter was now coming on my leg, her little pussy gushing hot juices that spilled over my thigh.

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The next morning I made my decision. We were going. I’d already put in for the time off from work (I had plenty of vacation coming), and I was sure we could afford it, if just barely. It might be an expensive trip, but that didn’t matter — it really felt to me like the time was right for us.

So I went online and made all the arrangements. And later that day, as we were cooling down from another one of our Saturday afternoon specials, helping each other to ‘masturbate’, I told Amanda the good news.

“Guess what, honey.”

“What?”

“I’ve decided that you and me are going on a very special vacation.”

“Really? Where?”

“Well, do you know where San Diego is?”

Her eyes went wide. “You mean like the San Diego Zoo?”

“That’s right,” I nodded, “and —”

She let out a whoop and threw her arms around my neck, hugging me and kissing me, repeating, “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, thank you!!”

After a minute or two of this, she pulled away long enough to ask, “When are we going?”

“We leave five days from today.”

“When?”

“Next Thursday, the day after school is out, so —”

“Mommy, that’s awesome!” And I got another long round of hugs and kisses. She really is the most wonderful child.

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And what fun we had! Even the first day after we arrived was enough to convince me that I’d made the right decision.

I’d been able to find a motel close to the beach, not right on it, but close enough that it was only a short walk, and well within our budget — especially since Amanda and I were sharing a room, a room with only one bed of course. I’d also decided to drive down to save on airfare and so we’d have a car while we were there. That took most of a day, driving from Sacramento to San Diego, but it wasn’t too bad.

Then the next day — wow, amazing! — a beautiful beach, perfect weather, gorgeous scenery, and so many unbelievably hot girls in tiny bathing suits. I was loving it! Amanda was positively beside herself. This was her first visit to a sunny white sand beach, right on the ocean, and she was in heaven. I knew she loved to swim, but I was surprised to see how eagerly she took to the waves and the surf. We played in the water, built sandcastles, just had the best time ever.

We spent our second day, Saturday, at the zoo, and it was spectacular as well. Everything I’d hoped for and more. It wasn’t cheap, but I didn’t mind that. We learned a lot, and had so much fun.

I haven’t mentioned it yet, but of course every night in our motel room my daughter and I ‘masturbated’ together — meaning I fucked her little pussy and she fucked mine and we had many many incredible orgasms. We were as happy as could be.

Their story continues… HERE