Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

“I just have to tell someone,” I said to my sister Jae. She was two years older than me and all my life had been my closest friend. Even as teens we were inseparable, which supposedly is rare for sisters, but to us it seemed completely natural.

“What do you mean? Tell someone what?” Jae looked at me with concern.

I loved her so much. When she was ready to come out as a lesbian at 19 years old, she told me first, then together we told our parents. I had already guessed, of course, because I knew her so well.

“It’s…um,” I began, tentatively, “it’s, like, something that’s been going on for a little while. And you’re the only person I know who will understand, not to mention the only person I can trust.”

“That sounds serious.”

“It is.”

We were standing in the kitchen of Jae’s townhouse. It was late in the afternoon on a Saturday in May. She and I had just come back from the grocery store.

Jae put the last box away in the cupboard, then turned around and rested her hands on my shoulders. “Well, then, maybe I should pour us each a glass of wine and we’ll sit down and you can tell me all about it. Okay?”

I nodded. She smiled at me and kissed my cheek, then opened the refrigerator and took out a chilled bottle of Chardonnay.

We carried our glasses into the living room and sat next to one another on the sofa. We each took a few sips without speaking. Finally she turned to me and placed her palm on my cheek. Her touch felt warm and comforting. “So, whatever it is, honey, just go ahead and tell me.”

“Okay, well…” I hesitated. I wanted to tell her but didn’t know how to start. “Um, I… um, you know that Kerie sleeps with me, right?”

“Sure, in your bed with you.”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

Kerie is my 8-year-old daughter. I’d become pregnant during my senior year in high school, and gave birth a few months after graduating. I never married. My mom and dad were really wonderful, supporting me financially and letting us live with them, making sure I was able to get through college. Later, after they died in a car crash, Jae helped me out the same way.

Fortunately, a couple of years before this I’d managed to land a job as registrar at a big public high school and at last was earning enough that I could support myself and my daughter reasonably well. It made me proud not to have to depend on others for financial help any longer.

Right now, though, I had something else weighing on my mind.

“And?” prompted Jae.

“Well…” I felt myself reddening as I thought about my secret. “Um, when you shave, do you, uh, shave, like, you know, everything?”

“You mean my pubic hair?”

“Uh-huh.” I drank some Chardonnay as I waited for her to answer.

“Sometimes I do, although not as much lately. I usually keep it trimmed, but since I don’t have a girlfriend right now, as you know, that means I’m only having sex with my hand.” She held her right hand up in front of her. “And my hand doesn’t care much what I look like down there, so…”

I laughed, happy that something funny could relieve the tension.

Jae took a sip of wine, then smiled and asked, “What about you?”

“Well, yeah, I mean, I never did before, but just in the last few weeks I have been, and I really like it. When I… you know, when I, um… touch myself.”

“When you masturbate.”

“Yeah,” I giggled. At times I felt so immature about these things compared to her. “It’s just, I love how it feels now when I, um, masturbate. I like feeling it so smooth and stuff. It — and it also — well, I mean, it’s just nice that way. I shave myself every day now so I can stay that way.”

“So my little sister is bald as a baby. Is that the big news you wanted to tell me about?”

“No,” I smiled, looking at her. “It’s… something else.”

“Okay.” Jae looked at my glass, which by now was empty, as was hers. “Do you want some more wine?”

“Sure.”

She went to the kitchen and came back with the bottle, along with an open-topped ceramic jar to keep the wine cool. She refilled our glasses and put the bottle in the jar. After taking another sip, she turned toward me and waited.

“So, I, um, like I said, you already know that Kerie sleeps with me. And I, well, um, she and I, we have this new game that we play together. It’s, um, it’s kind of like playing horsey, you know, like when a kid rides on your back…”

I didn’t say anything else for a moment, so Jae prompted me again. “Yeah? And?”

“Do you…” I started, then stopped, took a deep breath, and started again. “Do you remember when we were little, and, um, sometimes at night you got in bed with me, got on top of me and kissed me some, but mostly just, like, rubbed yourself against me?”

“Oh my god!” she laughed out loud. “I’m so embarrassed. Of course I remember that. I’m just sorry that you still do. I hope it wasn’t too upsetting or anything.”

“No, I… I liked it.”

“And I guess that must have been your first clue that I, well, that maybe I was gay.”

“Well, I don’t know if I thought that at the time, but there were lots of other clues anyway, so…”

“Yeah, I guess you probably knew about it way before I did. You were always more sensitive and I was kind of a klutz. But anyway,” she patted my knee, “go on with your story.”

“So, when you, I mean, when we were little and you were doing that, you didn’t, like, come or anything, did you?”

“God, no,” Jae laughed again. “It took me years of trying before I ever had an orgasm. In fact the first time was when the music teacher, Ms. Kimball, put her hand inside my pants in the eighth grade. And that — I mean, when I got in bed with you — I must have been in maybe sixth grade then, right? And you were in fourth?”

“Actually it started when you were in fifth grade and I was in third. But you did it a few more times over the next year or so. I think the last time was when you were in sixth.”

“Was it?” She looked down at her hands. “I was so confused then. I knew what I wanted. I wanted girls. I wanted them so much. I wanted to love them and have them love me. But it was all so scary and hard. So I never really did anything. Except for doing that with you.”

“Yeah.” I finished up my second glass of wine.

“Until Ms. Kimball. She really opened things up for me, so to speak. Then in high school I fooled around with as many girls as I could, and — you know, how could our parents not have realized? I mean, how could they have been so clueless?”

“Maybe they weren’t,” I said gently. I was pretty sure that our mother and father must have noticed the same things I did and figured out that Jae was a lesbian before she ever told them, even if they weren’t really ready to admit it to themselves.

“But — oh, I’m sorry, honey, I keep getting us off the track.” She put her hand on my thigh. “Go on.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I shouldn’t have brought it up at all. I…”

“No, you wanted to tell me something, so you should. And I’ll try really hard to listen and not interrupt. Okay?”

“Okay.” Feeling nervous, stalling, I said, “Can I have some more wine?”

Jae refilled my glass and gave herself another quarter of a glass, which finished the bottle. She turned toward me on the sofa, crossed her legs, and waited.

It wouldn’t be easy to say what I wanted to say, but I had to tell someone. I decided not to look at Jae while I told her, though. That might make it easier. I studied my wine glass for a few seconds, then looked down at my lap.

Finally I began, “At night, sometimes… no, not sometimes, but every night for the last two weeks, I’ve been playing this game with Kerie. And it’s not just an innocent game. I mean, for her maybe it is, but for me, it’s definitely not.”

“What kind of a game?” Jae asked softly.

“She, um, well first, I guess I should tell you that we sleep naked together. We always have. Ever since she was a baby, I’ve always loved the feeling of having her bare skin next to mine at night. She wore a diaper, of course, when she was tiny, but after she was potty-trained, when she was three, we’ve always slept naked together.”

“Okay.”

“And sometimes, well, a lot of times really, I would have her fall asleep on top of me, just because I liked how it felt. Her warm body on mine. And as she got older, sometimes she and I would play these little games at night, like tickling games and stuff.”

I glanced up at Jae. She was listening intently.

“We, um, we’ve been doing that a lot lately, especially this tickling thing that we both like. She’s laying on me and I have my hands on her and I tickle her a little and she laughs and squirms on top of me. It’s fun, and it just feels so nice to have her moving on me that way.” I started to blush again. “We’ve been doing that every night for at least the last six months. We play that game for maybe 15 minutes, and then we kiss for a while longer, and then we go to sleep.”

“You kiss?” Jae asked, a look of curiosity on her face.

I nodded. My cheeks were burning, and I hadn’t even told her the most shameful stuff yet.

“What kind of kissing?”

“Just, um, you know, little kisses on the mouth. Nothing more than that,” I said. “Just regular mommy-daughter kisses, except, well, except it goes on for a while. We like to kiss a lot.”

“Uh-huh.”

“So, anyway, one night about a month ago, Kerie’s on top of me and we’re playing the tickling game. We’re both naked, and she’s kind of sliding around, and then she tells me I feel scratchy — meaning my pubic hair. I used to just keep it trimmed, not bushy, but still it was enough to bother her, I guess. So, that was when I decided to start shaving myself completely, like I told you. And right away after that, I began masturbating a lot more than I used to, because I loved the way I felt down there, so silky and sexy.

“I would masturbate every night in the bathtub right after I shaved, which was just before I came to bed, and so I was, I guess, usually still sort of heated up or something. Because there was this one night when Kerie was laying on me, and I tickled her and she squirmed around, sliding her smooth little body against mine. Then she stopped, and she looked down at, um, you know, between us, down at my crotch, and she said she was glad I didn’t feel scratchy anymore, that it felt really nice now.”

I took another drink of wine, then went on. “I told Kerie if she liked how it felt, she should slide against me some more, sort of ride me, like playing horsey, and she did, and I spread my legs apart, and my pussy was wet and hot and Kerie was rubbing herself against me, and — well, I managed to stop that first time.”

“Wow…”

I looked up at Jae and my eyes went wide. She had a hand on her breast and was fondling her nipple through her shirt. My sister almost never wore a bra, and her erect nipples were very apparent.

When Jae saw me watching her, she said, “This is hot, Shelly.”

“Yeah,” I smiled, feeling surprised at her response but very relieved. “I guess it is. I guess that’s why I knew I could tell you about it and you would understand how I felt and what I did.”

“What did you do? Did it happen again?”

“Uh-huh. That first night, I managed to stop. And the next night I told myself I wouldn’t masturbate right before I went to bed. I shaved as usual, though, and I was rubbing myself in the bathtub and it felt so good and I wanted to come but I told myself I shouldn’t, so I stopped before I came. And then I got in bed with Kerie.”

“But — then you must have been, like, right on the edge and everything.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled, “great plan, right? Somehow I managed to convince myself that if I didn’t come in the bathtub, then that would take away the sexual energy I’d felt the night before. But if anything now I was even more excited.

“As soon as I got under the covers next to Kerie and she climbed on top of me and started moving around, I immediately spread my legs wide apart and put my hands on her bottom, pulling her hard against me, and I said, ‘You want to play a new game tonight, honey? No tickling — instead you just slide up and down on Mommy, faster and faster, okay?’

“She started moving that way and I got hotter and wetter and then I wrapped my legs around her and hugged her sweet little body and I said, ‘Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop!’ and she kept moving — my daughter was fucking me, Jae — and I climaxed. It was unbelievable. It was so erotic. I came so hard.”

“This is…you don’t mind, do you?” My sister unzipped her jeans and put her hand inside. “This is one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard.”

I could see her fingers moving between her legs. I could smell her sexual arousal. Telling Jae the story had made me excited too, but I wasn’t ready to start masturbating in front of her.

“Tell me more. What happened next?”

“Well, that first night after I climaxed, I just held Kerie for a long time. I put my arms around her and hugged her. I kissed her neck and shoulders and I kept thanking her for helping Mommy feel nice, for doing such a good job playing our new game. After a while we fell asleep, but the next day I felt really guilty. So that night I decided not to shave myself, and I didn’t masturbate, and when I got in bed I told Kerie I was tired and maybe we should just go to sleep. I wasn’t even going to let her lay on top of me, but she insisted.

“We laid there quietly for a while, but every time she moved around she seemed to be trying to squirm herself more and more in between my legs, so finally I spread my thighs apart and she settled in with her belly against my crotch and her head resting between my breasts. She was still for a few minutes and I thought maybe she was going to fall asleep, but then I heard her say, ‘Mommy, can we play our new game again?’ As soon as she asked that, I felt my pussy getting creamy, and I honestly, truly tried to resist — I tried to make myself tell her no, but I just couldn’t.

“Instead I stroked her hair with my hand and I said, ‘You want to play that game again with Mommy? You want to make Mommy feel nice again?’ As I was asking that, she began moving against me. She pressed her belly into my crotch, then slowly pulled herself higher, dragging her hot little body up until her smooth hairless pussy was —”

“OH GOD SHELLY I’M COMING!”

My sister groaned and strained next to me on the sofa, one hand plunged deep inside her jeans, the other squeezing her breast through her shirt. I watched and waited until her spasms subsided. Seeing her climax made me want to touch myself too, but I still wasn’t ready for that.

When Jae was finally finished, she took a deep breath, opened her eyes, looked at me, and giggled, “Sorry, I, I just couldn’t help it.”

I smiled as I watched her remove her hand from her jeans and put her first two fingers in her mouth, tasting herself.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

“How long ago did this start?” she asked.

“A little over two weeks ago. Two weeks and three days, to be exact.”

“And, have you…done it a lot?”

“Every night. Every single night since then, my 8-year-old daughter has fucked me and made me come. She rubs her little pussy against mine and I have these amazing orgasms. Usually more than one. One night I came five times before I finally told her to stop.”

“Oh my god…”

“You know, when I describe it like that, it doesn’t sound so innocent anymore. I mean, it was never innocent for me, but hell, how can Kerie not have at least some idea that this is a sexual thing we’re doing together. She has to know, right?”

“I guess. But, you know, little kids sometimes don’t realize things. Maybe she just thinks it’s a fun game you’re playing.”

“Maybe.”

“Does she…” began Jae. “Um, you said that she, on, what was it — the second night? — she asked if you could play the game, right? Does she seem to like doing it a lot?”

It was my turn to laugh. “I’ll say she does. She can’t wait when I get in bed to start humping me. I’m pretty sure she’s too young to get sexually excited herself, but she sure acts like she loves rubbing her pussy on mine.”

“Jesus Christ I think I’m gonna have to come again.” My sister slid her hand back inside her jeans.

“And it’s not just at night. Now, whenever we’re at home alone, she’s climbing up on my lap, rubbing herself on me. Last weekend, both Saturday and Sunday, as soon as we woke up in the morning, she mounted me and fucked me and made me come. The only reason she doesn’t do it on weekdays is because I get up so early, I guess.”

“In the morning…she gets on top of you…? Your little daughter starts fucking you as soon as she wakes up in the morning?” Jae was rubbing herself.

“On the weekends, yeah. And then two nights ago, after dinner, when we went in to watch TV, she sort of pushed me down on the couch and laid on top of me. She lifted up my skirt and pulled her dress up and she was pressing her pussy against mine. We both had our panties on. She wasn’t interested in the TV show at all.”

“What did you do?”

Describing this scene to Jae was making me feel so aroused that I finally couldn’t resist touching myself. I unbuttoned my shorts and put my hand inside my panties. Jae watched what I was doing as she continued to masturbate.

“I turned off the TV, and I… I let her fuck me on the couch.”

“Oh my god…”

“At first I just pulled her close and let her ride me that way — we both still had our panties on — but then I said I wanted her to take off my panties, which she did, and I pulled down her panties, and she got back on top of me and I let her rub her little pussy on mine and make me come. I came once that way and then we went in the bedroom and took off all our clothes and got in bed and she gave me two more orgasms.”

I’d been gently rubbing my clit, but now I slid a finger slowly down between my pussy lips and into my hot wet vagina. I groaned in pleasure.

“Are you fucking yourself?” whispered Jae.

“Uh-huh.”

“Tell me more about Kerie.”

“So, yesterday at work, I couldn’t stop thinking about everything she and I have been doing, you know, all this amazing sexual stuff. It got so I couldn’t concentrate at all, so after lunch I told the principal I was sick and that I had to go home early.

“I masturbated for almost two hours until Kerie got home from school. I was in bed, naked, and when I heard her coming in, I got up and put on a robe and went to meet her. I asked her about her day, and then I said I was ready to play our game a little early if she wanted to. She nodded excitedly and we went to my room hand in hand. I dropped my robe on the floor and helped her take off her clothes and we got under the covers together. But this time, instead of having her on top of me, I told her I wanted to try something different.

“I’d been thinking about it the whole time while I was masturbating yesterday afternoon and now, here she was, my sexy little girl was right there in bed with me, naked, and I could do whatever I wanted with her.”

“What did you do?”

“I told her I wanted to try a different position, with me on top of her.”

“Oh my fucking god. This is so hot.”

She was right, it was hot, extremely hot. I could feel the sexual tension in the room. Jae had already come once, and my pussy was very wet from the excitement of sharing my naughty story with her. I licked my lips and told her more.

“So, Kerie was in my bed, naked, laying on her back and looking up at me.”

“Does she have any tits yet?” Jae interrupted.

“No, of course not. She’s only 8. You know that.”

“God you’re so bad. You’re fucking a little girl, your own daughter. I love it!”

I giggled and took a big gulp of Chardonnay, finishing my third glass. My head was spinning a bit, but I felt really good. It was a big relief to tell someone, someone I loved and trusted, about this taboo secret I’d been keeping.

I set the empty wine glass on the coffee table and leaned back on the sofa, pushing my shorts down to my knees. I slid my hand inside my panties again and played with myself as I continued telling her what I’d done.

“I lifted up one of her little legs and straddled her, putting my cunt right on top of hers. I was already so wet from masturbating all afternoon, and this got me even more excited. I reached down between my legs and spread my pussy lips apart so my vagina and my clit would be touching my daughter’s naked pussy.”

“Oh god you didn’t.”

“Oh yes I did.”

Jae suddenly got to her feet and pushed her jeans down, stepping out of them. She took her panties off too, and then sat back down on the sofa, spreading her long legs apart and openly masturbating right in front of me.

I stared at her pussy for a moment. As she’d said, her dark brown pubic hair was trimmed, but still ample. I could see how wet she was. She looked beautiful.

“You were — you are — fucking your 8-year-old daughter,” she said. “And your daughter wants it. Goddamn, what an amazing story.”

“I know, it sure is. If it hadn’t happened to me, I wouldn’t believe it. Anyway, I mounted her and started sliding slowly back and forth on her, coating her hairless little pussy with my juices.”

“Oh god…” whispered Jae. She was rubbing her clit, very fast. I pressed two fingers deep inside myself, sliding them in and out. I closed my eyes so I could picture exactly what had happened the previous afternoon.

“And I… I looked down at my shaved cunt, my pink lips spread apart, my pussy right up against my daughter’s, and I kept thinking, ‘I’m really doing this. I’m really fucking my daughter. I’m going to make myself come on my daughter’s pussy.’ I was so wet, dripping all over her, and trembling with excitement.

“And then I looked at Kerie.”

“What was she doing?” asked Jae, breathlessly.

“She was staring at my body. Her hands were at her side, one leg was up in the air, she was naked, and she was staring at my tits, her eyes wide. I kept moving against her, gradually increasing the speed and pressure, and as my daughter watched, I put my hand on my breast and pinched my nipple. And then I realized all I would have to do is lean over a little and I could put my nipple right in her mouth. And when I thought about doing that, that was when—”

“AHH!” Jae was coming. As I watched her climax begin, I shoved my fingers even deeper inside myself, and then I came too.

It took me a long time to finish my orgasm. I’d closed my eyes again, and I kept picturing my little girl beneath me, naked, gazing up at my body as I fucked her. I came again and again.

When I was finally spent, I took a deep breath, opened my eyes, and looked over at Jae. She had finished before I did, and was just watching me. I giggled, a little embarrassed, a little drunk, and very happy that I could be so open and so intimate with my big sister.

“Was that a good one?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah,” I giggled again. “Is there any more wine?”

Jae looked surprised. “Well, I can open another bottle…”

Then I remembered that I still had responsibilities. I was supposed to pick my daughter up at her friend’s house at around 5:30.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Um, let me see.” Jae leaned over to pick up her cell phone from a side table. “It’s… 5:22.”

“Oh, okay. Well, this has been fun, but I really have to go fetch Kerie now. From the birthday party, like I told you before.”

“Right.”

I sat up on the sofa. The room was turning slowly around. “Whoa, I think I had too much wine. Or too much sex.”

Jae laughed. She picked up her panties from the floor and pulled them back on. As she was getting into her jeans, she said, “You probably shouldn’t drive. Let’s take my car. We can pick Kerie up, and then, if you want, I’ll take you two to dinner. How’s that sound?”

“You’re right, it might be a good idea if you drive.” I pulled my shorts back up around my waist and buttoned them. Then I sniffed my fingers, which smelled strongly of my sex. “And maybe I’d better wash my hands too, or Kerie will know her mommy has been a bad girl.”

“Honey, I’ve got news for you,” Jae chuckled. “Masturbation is the least of your sins.”

I groaned, starting to feel guilty again. Jae noticed and sat down next to me on the sofa. She put her arm around my shoulders.

“Shelly, I’m just kidding. You haven’t done anything wrong.” She kissed my cheek. “What you and Kerie have together is something beautiful and loving. You have nothing to feel bad about. Nothing at all.”

I looked at her, feeling warm and comforted. On impulse, I leaned in and kissed my sister on the mouth.

Then I stood up, wobbling a little. Jae took me by the arm and we walked out to her car.

Continue on to Chapter 2