Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

“All right, girls, are you ready for me to continue with the story now?”

Glancing at each of my daughters in turn, I saw three pretty faces nodding eagerly.

We were in my bed, all of us naked, snuggling in together. I had Andrea, the twelve-year-old, tucked under my right arm, ten-year-old Kristen under my left arm, and Bethany, my oldest at thirteen, on the other side of Kristen, with her arms around her little sister. What a happy family we were.

The girls never tired of hearing my story, as familiar as it must have been to them by now, and I never tired of telling it. I also loved, of course, the reactions that it would stimulate in them, and in me. So very naughty!

“Now, let’s see, where was I when we got distracted?”

“You were looking at your mother’s nipples,” prompted Andrea.

“Oh, yes, that’s right. We were sitting in her bed. She was naked, but I still had my pajamas on. I had come to her bedroom that night and asked if I could watch her masturbate, so I could see how she did it.”

“I love watching you masturbate,” said Bethany. I could see her hand moving under the covers, between her legs.

“Yes, I know you do, darling, and I love watching you too. My mother and I, though, at that point, had never done anything at all like that. It was something very new for us. I think she was feeling a little nervous about it, but I could also tell it was making her excited. She held her breasts in her hands, letting me look at them, and then, as I watched, she pinched her pink nipples between her fingers, and she sort of moaned and trembled all over.

“She was starting to breathe harder, and she was looking into my eyes, and then down at my mouth. My mother ran her tongue over her lips and then she leaned in and kissed me. This was the softest, warmest, sexiest kiss anyone had ever given me. She held her lips on my lips for a long time, and I started feeling all hot and fluttery inside, the way I’d felt in my bed on the night when I had my first orgasm.

“When my mother finally pulled her mouth away from mine, she took a very deep breath, as if to gather herself. Then she exhaled and said, with a smile, ‘Well, okay, let’s begin.’ Still holding her breasts in her hands, she looked down at them, at her erect nipples, and she asked, ‘Honey, when you masturbate, do you ever touch your breasts or your nipples?’ ‘Sometimes,’ I answered. ‘Because I like to do that a lot,’ she told me. ‘Whenever I masturbate, I almost always start by caressing my breasts for a while.’

“As she said this, my mother began to demonstrate. She slowly ran her hands all around and over her breasts, letting her fingertips tease her nipples. She held her tits, one in each hand, just like I’m doing now, and gently squeezed them, then pressed them together.”

Andrea and Bethany began to copy my movements, massaging their own small breasts the same way I was touching mine as I described what my mother had shown me, more than twenty years earlier. I love to watch my daughters touch themselves, erotically stimulating their nubile young bodies. Teaching them how to masturbate, and then watching and sometimes helping as they’ve learned how to bring themselves to orgasm has been one of the greatest pleasures of my life.

Little Kristen, barely ten years old, still does not have any breast development, so all she could do was tickle her nipples. Bless her heart.

“My mother said to me, ‘I love to touch myself this way. It feels so nice, and it gets me very excited.’ She began squeezing her breasts harder and pinching her nipples. ‘Have you tried touching yourself like this, Cathy?’”

“I hadn’t, not quite like that, anyway. Also, my breasts were still quite small, since I was only eleven, just sort of like bumps.”

“Like mine were until last year,” said Andie, my little redhead.

“That’s right, sweetheart. But now your titties are getting very nice.”

She beamed as she squeezed her growing breasts.

“I told my mother I hadn’t really tried to do what she was doing, and she urged me to do it. She said I should take off my pajama tops. In fact, she said I should take off everything, so I would be naked like she was.”

“Like we are,” piped up Kristen.

“Yes, punkin, just like we are.”

“So I took off my pajamas, and my mother encouraged me to gently massage my little breasts, the way she was touching hers. I tried it, and I liked it, but even more than that, I liked watching her touch herself.”

“I like watching you touch yourself,” said Bethany, as she stared at my fingers fondling my nipples.

“I know you do, honey.” It was getting warmer inside the room as our sexual tension increased. Feeling myself beginning to sweat, I took a deep breath, trying to control my growing excitement so I could go on with the story.

“My mother played with her breasts for a few minutes longer, and then she put her hand to her mouth, licked her fingers, and rubbed the wetness over just the tips of her erect nipples. This made her shiver with excitement. Shall we all do that together?”

I watched Bethany moisten her fingers and tease her nipples, and ten-year-old Kristen try to do the same. At Kristen’s age, her nipples were not yet very responsive, but I knew for a fact that her little pussy was already very capable of experiencing pleasure.

Turning to Andrea, I watched as she lifted her developing breasts toward her mouth, first one then the other. They were large enough now for her just to be able to flick her tongue over the ends of her pretty pink nipples.

“Ooh, Andrea that’s so hot!” I told her, as I pinched my own hard nipples. “Are you trying to make me come again?”

She grinned, “Of course I am. All the time.”

“So, anyway, my mother watched me touching my breasts and nipples as she did the same to hers. I heard her say, to herself, ‘This is making me really wet.’ ‘What, Mommy?’ I asked, because I wasn’t sure what she meant.

“‘Oh…’ she hesitated, ‘I, I mean, do you, do you know what it means to say, when a woman gets wet?’ ‘Um, no,’ I said, ‘I don’t think so.’ ‘Okay, well, you, that is, if you’ve already started masturbating, and if you, if you can give yourself enough pleasure to have, or at least get close to having, an orgasm— ’ ‘I think I already have.’ ‘So then, chances are you’ve already had your, um, your, your vagina get wet. That means it gets lubricated, like when moisture comes out from inside of you that’s, well, that’s kind of slippery. Do you know what I mean?’”

“‘Kind of,’ I answered. ‘I didn’t know what it’s called, but yeah, maybe.’ ‘Let me show you,’ said my mother.”

Bethany groaned. I looked over at my thirteen-year-old.

“I love this part,” she smiled, pulling her long slim legs from under the covers and stretching them out for me and her sisters to admire. Her soft, perfect skin glowed golden in the lamplight. We watched as she slid one hand slowly down to caress her smooth shaved pussy.

In response, I pushed the comforter down and spread my legs, then used both hands to open my labia so my daughters could look at my cunt and see how wet I was.

I went on with the story, “My beautiful mother pushed down the sheet so I could look at her. Using her fingers, she pulled her pink pussy lips apart, just like I’m doing now. She said to me, ‘Honey, slide down here close, so you can see better.’”

“Mmm…” Bethany groaned again. Her eyes were closed now. She had both hands working between her legs, one rubbing her clit, the other circling the rim of her vagina.

“I did as my mother asked. I moved down on the bed until my face was next to her pussy. Her pubic hair was red. Back then, women didn’t shave it all off, like some of us do now—”

“I don’t have to shave, ‘cuz I don’t have any yet,” announced ten-year-old Kristen.

I smiled at her, “That’s right, baby. You’re still perfectly hairless, like the darling little girl that you are. My mother kept her pubic hair trimmed, and it was fairly short, but I could see her red curls, and I could see tiny drops of moisture in there too. And when she pulled her pussy lips wide apart for me, I could look right inside her and see the opening to her vagina, where it was wet and pink and shiny.”

Bethany gasped. She had a finger pressed deep inside herself and she was climaxing.

Her sisters and I watched as she continued rubbing her clit and fucking her pussy, giving herself a long extended orgasm. We love to watch each other masturbate and bring ourselves to climax, just as much as we love giving each other sexual pleasure.

As the young blonde’s final spasms subsided, she opened her eyes and smiled at us, chuckling, “Sorry, I, I just couldn’t wait.”

“It’s fine, darling,” I told her, blowing her a little kiss. “You never have to apologize for having an orgasm.”

Bethany sent me a return kiss as she moved in closer to Kristen, wrapping her arms and legs around the naked girl and raising the dripping finger that had been inside her up to her sister’s mouth, where Kristen sucked on it.

“Now, then, where was I?”

“You were looking at your mother’s vagina,” prompted Andrea.

“Oh, yes, that’s right. My mother had opened her pussy lips for me, and she was showing me how wet she was inside. ‘Can you see it?’ she asked. ‘Can you see what I mean when I say I’m getting wet?’ ‘Yeah, I sure can,’ I told her. I could see all the moisture inside her, and I could smell it too. It smelled strong, but nice. It made me want to lick her.”

“Oh god, Mommy,” Bethany was really turned on that night. She had a hand between her legs again and was rubbing herself as she hugged her little sister. I didn’t mind. I loved being able to get them so excited by telling them the story.

“My mother said to me, ‘Cathy, do you want to watch me now while I masturbate? Do you want me to come for you?’ I wasn’t really sure then what that expression meant, but whatever it was, it sounded good, so I answered, ‘Yes, Mommy.’ And while I watched, she began rubbing her fingers around inside her pussy lips, making them all wet and slippery, and then pretty soon she slid two fingers into her vagina, pressing them very deep inside. I was amazed. I had seen pictures in the magazines of girls doing that, but it was so exciting to watch my own mother fuck herself!”

“Mommy, you’re gonna make me come again,” panted Bethany. Her eyes were closed. She was squeezing Kristen’s small thigh tightly between her legs, humping the child as she kissed her neck. I saw that Kristen was rubbing her own hairless pussy with her fingers as her big sister approached another orgasm.

It seemed as if things were starting to get out of control, that I might be unable to finish the story before we all descended into a full-blown lesbian orgy. Not that I would have any complaints about that, of course. I’d love it. But I wanted to make sure that was what the girls wanted.

I looked over at Andrea, on my other side in bed. She was sitting on her knees, licking her lips and squeezing her pink nipples between her fingers as she watched Bethany hump Kristen’s leg.

“Do you want me to go on with the story, honey?” I asked in a husky voice.

“Yeah, but — in a minute. I do want you to finish it, but first I want to fuck you, Mommy.”

As she said that, she climbed on top of me. My twelve-year-old redheaded daughter placed her warm, luscious, still-developing body on top of mine. I slid down in the bed so that I was lying flat and spread my legs apart, allowing her to nestle her smoothly-shaved pubis against mine.

The other two girls copied what we were doing, little Kristen opening her legs wide, letting thirteen-year-old Bethany mount her.

Andrea began by kissing me. I loved the way she kissed, always slow and soft and wet and long. Her full lips moved around on mine, her tongue exploring my mouth.

I held her breasts in my hands. They were still fairly small, but enough for me to grab and squeeze. When she pulled her lips away from mine for a moment, I asked, “You want to fuck me, little girl? You want to fuck your Mommy?”

Looking deeply into my eyes, she nodded, “Mm-hmm,” and I felt her labia sliding between mine. I was already very wet, so my lubrication made it easy for our pussies to join.

I glanced at Kristen and Bethany. They were kissing and obviously enjoying it very much — arms wrapped around each other, eyes closed, tongues eagerly working. Bethany was humping her little sister, pressing their pussies together.

Andrea was kissing my neck, nibbling and sucking. It drove me wild when my girls would do that. I opened my legs farther apart and reached down to grab my daughter’s bottom, pulling her against me.

She started moving on top of me, sliding up and down, her moist center finding intimate contact with mine.

“That’s right, baby, fuck Mommy, fuck Mommy’s pussy.”

I heard her whisper, “Mommy, did you do this with your mother?”

“You know I did, sweetheart. I did this many, many times with my mother.”

“You fucked your Mommy,” panted Bethany as she rammed her cunt against her little sister’s.

Kristen’s legs were wrapped around Bethany’s thighs, pulling her big sister into her. “Fuck me, Bethany,” she urged. “Fuck me hard. Fuck my pussy!”

“Come on, honey,” I told Andrea. “Fuck Mommy now. Fuck Mommy hard and make me come!”

I ran my fingers up and down her back, using my nails to lightly scratch her skin, encouraging that wild animal part of her to take over completely.

Andrea was moving faster and faster on top of me. “I’m gonna fuck you, Mommy, I’m gonna fuck you with my pussy and make you come.”

A moment later she began to climax.

Just then I heard Bethany crying out, “Oh, fuck! Fuck!” as she came on top of Kristen, and little Kristen’s happy squeals told me she was coming too.

Andrea shuddered, her entire body quaking, and I felt a wet flow of warmth from her pussy into mine. That put me over the top.

Wrapping my arms around my daughter, I pulled her sweet young body against me, forcing her cunt to grind into mine. I came in powerful, volcanic spasms, screaming in ecstasy.

* * *

It would take us several minutes to regain our senses. We lay naked on my bed, panting and sweating, nearly unconscious. The room was filled with the hot humid scent of feminine orgasms.

This wasn’t something we did all the time. We had foursomes fairly often, but not every night. Most evenings, we would pair off, one of the girls sleeping with me while the other two shared a bed and their bodies. Once a week or so, we took a break and slept alone, each of us doing whatever we wanted in our separate rooms.

Often on those solo nights, I would look at porn on the Internet and then masturbate, but no matter how appealing the young actresses were in the videos I watched, none of them could compare to my own darling lovers.

Every few weeks, one of my daughters would ask to hear the story of how my own mother and I had become lesbian lovers. And when I told it, we would invariably end up having incredibly hot four-way sex.

* * *

Bethany was the first to recover that night. I heard her sighing and moving around, and then I felt a hand on my bare leg. “Mommy?”

“Yes, lover?”

“Will you tell us more of the story?”

“Of course I will.”

I patted Andrea on the bottom, and she slid easily off of me, our bodies still slick with perspiration and pussy juice. Pulling myself to a sitting position, I looked down at Kristen, my ten-year-old.

The child’s arms and legs were flung apart, her eyes closed. Bethany was sitting up now, running her hands through her long blonde hair, trying to dry it out a little, but Kristen was still somewhere else.

This gave me an opportunity to admire her amazingly beautiful body. Unlike my older two girls, Kristen had not reached puberty. She still had the thin, perfect limbs of a child, with no breasts and no hips, her body long and straight and desirable, smooth and hairless everywhere.

Seeing my daughter spread-eagled that way, totally naked, her skin still flushed from sexual contact with Bethany, her little mound puffy and pink, glistening in spots with her sister’s juices, it made me feel light-headed, overwhelmed with desire. I wanted her so much.

Yes, I would gladly continue telling the story, but before this night was through, my tongue would be inside my youngest daughter’s pussy, tasting her, licking her, making her come in my mouth.

“Mommy?” Bethany’s voice brought me back into the moment.

“What, honey?”

“Don’t forget the story.”

“Oh, yes, that’s right.” I took a deep breath, again working to control my sexual appetites, and smiled at Bethany. “Sorry, sweetheart, but when I look at Kristen like that, I just can’t help remembering when you two girls were as young as she is now. So sweet and so innocent.”

“Well, maybe not totally innocent,” she chuckled.

Of course, she was right. I’d seduced each of my daughters well before they reached puberty, when they were still little girls like Kristen, even younger than she was now, in fact. And they had enjoyed it too. None of them had ever expressed any regrets, and I sure didn’t feel any. We were as happy and as close as any parents and children could be.

“All right,” I rubbed my hands briskly together. “Who’s ready to hear more of my story?”

“I am,” Andrea smiled at me as she pushed herself up on an elbow, her curly red hair falling in front of those striking green eyes.

“Come on, little one,” Bethany was gently shaking Kristen. “Mommy’s going to go on with the story now.”

“Okay…” My youngest slowly roused herself. She sat up and stretched like a cat before curling up at my side, one hand on my breast, gently fondling the nipple.

I kissed the top of her head, then resumed the tale. “So, that night, for the first time, my mother masturbated for me. She asked me to slide down between her legs, which I did. Then she opened her pussy lips for me, spreading them wide, and she let me watch as she touched herself, rubbing her fingers all around, and then sliding two fingers deep inside her hot wet vagina.”

“Mmm, nice,” sighed Andrea.

“It was nice,” I agreed. “It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen, even more exciting than the pictures I’d looked at in her magazines, much more exciting than that, in fact. I watched my mother sliding her fingers in and out or herself, while her other hand was massaging her clit, and I remember hearing her whisper, ‘I like it when you watch me, little girl.’ I could smell her pussy, and I was so close to her it seemed like I could even feel the heat radiating from her sex. For a while she kept her eyes open, watching me watching her, but as she started to get close to an orgasm, she closed her eyes. I move in even closer then, I didn’t want to miss a thing. I was close enough that if I’d stuck out my tongue I could have licked her.”

“Oh, Mommy…” Andie was starting to masturbate as she listened to my story.

I glanced down at little Kristen, nestled under my arm. She was still fondling my breast. Her eye caught mine, and she licked her lips while running a fingertip over the end of my hard nipple. It was her way of asking if she could lick and suck my tit. I smiled and nodded, “Okay.” How could I say no?

Kristen shifted around until she was sitting on my lap, and then my baby girl took my nipple into her mouth. It felt so wonderful it made me gasp, but I tried to keep myself calm enough that I could go on with the story.

“As my mother fucked herself right in front of me, I was becoming so excited that I just had to touch myself too. I started rubbing my clit, and I wondered for a moment if she would mind if I made myself come. I thought it would be really nice if we came at the same time, but just as I was getting started, my mother cried out, ‘Cathy watch me!!!’ and she was climaxing. Now, you remember I said that my face was very close to her pussy, right?”

“Uh-huh,” answered Bethany, with a grin. She was rubbing her pussy now too, and she had moved over between Andrea’s legs so she could watch her sister play with herself.

“Well, when my mother climaxed, her knees suddenly came together really hard and before I knew it, I was trapped between her thighs, my mouth pressed right up against her hand that was fucking her cunt.”

“Mmmm, Mommy, that’s so hot.” Andie was moving her fingers faster over her clit. I saw Bethany lick her lips as she stared at her sister’s pussy.

“I don’t know if my mother realized what was going on. Probably not, because she was in the middle of an orgasm, and it was a big one. But there I was, an eleven-year-old girl, my face caught between my mother’s legs, my mouth almost inside her pussy! Her climax went on for a long time, it seemed to me, and I could smell her very powerfully, I could even taste her juices on my lips. I still had a hand between my own legs, but I was so surprised by what had happened that I wasn’t really rubbing myself any more.

“Finally, she started to calm down, her thighs relaxed, and I was able to pull my face out. You know, it’s funny. Now I sometimes wish I had not moved away then, that I had stayed where I was and just started licking her pussy. I would be doing that soon enough, anyhow, of course, but I might have begun even earlier. At the time, though, I was so startled that it never occurred to me. Still, it was an amazing experience. Just a few months earlier, I had been an almost totally innocent girl, never having seen pornography, never having tried masturbation — and now look where I was!”

“With your mouth on your Mommy’s pussy,” Andie breathed.

I looked at down at her. She was lying next to me, masturbating, one pretty hand massaging her clit, the other circling her vagina, a slender white finger teasing at the opening. Bethany was masturbating too, laying with her head on Andrea’s thigh, looking closely at what her younger sister was doing. Meanwhile, Kristen was still on my lap, contentedly sucking at my nipples. What a lucky mom I was!

I went on with my story. “My mother, who had been lying down as she masturbated, now sat up slowly and looked at me. She pulled some loose strands of hair away from her face, which was shiny with sweat. ‘Wow,’ she said to me, taking a deep breath, ‘that was — that was intense. Are you all right, honey? I hope I didn’t frighten you.’ ‘No, I, I’m fine. It was… I liked watching you, Mommy.’ ‘I’m glad, sweetie, because I liked having you watch me too. It was exciting. This is, you know, this is what I was talking about when I said I wanted us to be closer, to share things with each other… you might even say to share ourselves with each other. Do you understand?’ ‘I think so,’ I answered. I hesitated a moment and then asked, ‘Mommy, could I, could I do it for you now?’ My mother put a hand on my cheek, smiling at me. I realized immediately that this was the same hand she’d been fucking herself with, the fingers that had been plunging in and out of her vagina.”

“Oh god yes…” Andie whispered. Her eyes were on Bethany, who was now gently kissing and licking the tender skin on the inside of her sister’s thigh. I felt a surge of excitement, creamy liquid warmth gathering inside my center, as I envisioned my beautiful young daughters having sex. Andrea moved her legs further apart, offering herself to Bethany. With her fingers, she spread her labia, tempting her older sister with her hot wet sex.

“My mother’s fingers, still damp with her juices, caressed my cheek. ‘Could you do what, darling girl?’ she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she brought her lips to mine and kissed me. At that moment I knew that when she talked about being close, about sharing ourselves with each other, what she meant was that we would do the things I’d seen in the pictures in the magazines — girls touching and kissing and licking each other. My heart was beating fast as my mother softly kissed me. I felt her tongue teasing at my lips. Was I really ready to have lesbian sex with my own mother? Was this what I wanted? Yes, it was!”

Bethany’s mouth continued its slow progress up the inside of her sister’s thigh, gently licking and kissing, gradually moving higher. Now she was reaching the apex, where Andrea’s sex was waiting, her pink labia spread wide by the girl’s fingers. Andrea panted in anticipation of feeling Bethany’s hot tongue inside her.

“My mother ended the long, lovely kiss, drawing her mouth away from mine, but then she moved her fingers from my cheek to my lips. Breathing heavily, she caressed my lips with her wet fingers and then slipped them into my mouth, onto my tongue. I closed my lips around her fingers and tasted her juices.”

“Lick me, “Andrea begged. “Please, Bethany, lick me.”

Her sister was playfully teasing her, kissing only her fingers, not her pussy, inhaling her scent and softly blowing her breath into the girl’s wet hole, but withholding her tongue. This was obviously driving Andie crazy with lust and desire.

“I sucked on my mother’s fingers, her two fingers that had been inside her pussy as I’d watched her fucking herself. The fingers that she came on were in my mouth.”

Andrea tore her eyes away from Bethany’s teasing mouth long enough to glance up at me.

“Mommy,” she panted, “Mommy, did you — did it make you want to lick your mother? Did you want to eat her pussy?”

I nodded. “Yes, baby, I did. As I tasted her on my tongue, and as I remembered the steamy excitement of having my face pressed up so close to my mother’s hot wet cunt a few minutes earlier, there was nothing I wanted more right then than to lick her and make her come in my mouth.”

“Mommy, I want you. I want your pussy.” Andie was clutching at me now, grabbing for my thighs, trying to make me move around so she could lick my cunt.

I patted Kristen on the shoulder. “Little baby, why don’t you go down and kiss Bethany’s pretty pussy now, okay? I’m sure she’d like that very much.”

Releasing my nipple from her mouth, my ten-year-old daughter turned to look at my thirteen-year-old daughter. Bethany smiled and nodded up at us, lowering a hand between her legs to caress herself, inviting her little sister to come and enjoy her.

As Kristen slid off my lap, I got up onto my knees, positioning my crotch over Andrea’s face. But I continued telling my story.

“Just before the kiss, when I’d asked my mother, ‘Could I do it for you now?’ what I’d meant was could I masturbate for her while she watched. But now I wanted something else even more. I wanted to lick my mother’s pussy, to do that for her. I didn’t really know how, I’d never done it before, of course, but I was ready to try.”

And as I said this, I reached down to spread my pussy lips apart and then lowered my throbbing, dripping sex onto my twelve-year-old daughter’s mouth.

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