Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

The next day was Friday. That morning, I’d decided to wear a very pretty blue silk dress to work, with low heels in a matching color. The dress was knee-length and sleeveless. It was figure-hugging, but didn’t make me look quite as vampish as I had the day before.

At noon, Tina knocked on my open door. I got up from my desk and checked to see that no one else was in the outer office, then closed the door and locked it.

Tina was wearing white shorts over a pair of hot pink leggings. On her feet were the cutest little white ankle boots with high heels. On top she wore a gray tank top under a short denim jacket. It was an 80’s retro style, popular all over again. She looked amazing.

I took the girl by the hand, then put my arms around her, and kissed her. I opened my mouth, running my tongue over her lips, and after a moment, she parted them, allowing me to explore her sweet mouth.

And sweet it was. She tasted like peppermint, and smelled like fresh spring flowers. I almost swooned as I held this lovely delicious teenager in my arms and kissed her.

When I finally pulled away, my arms still around her neck, she was red in the face and breathing hard. “Wow!” she said.

I laughed. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to do that. Honestly, I didn’t. But when I saw you, I just couldn’t help myself.”

“That’s okay,” she smiled.

“No, it’s not okay. I mean, we really shouldn’t do that at school, even behind closed doors. It’s just not safe, for either one of us. But it’s my fault, honey. I initiated it. You didn’t do anything wrong — except maybe look so sexy that I couldn’t keep my hands off you.”

She giggled.

“But I promise, Tina, that I will be more careful in the future. I’ll try very hard to control myself.”

“Okay. I hope you won’t try too hard, though, when we’re not at school.”

I smiled. “No, I won’t.”

She leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

I wagged my finger in her face. “No, no, don’t be a bad girl. I mean it.”

“But I like being a bad girl.”

“Hmm, I may have to spank you.”

“Promise?”

I walked back to my desk. “Okay, enough of this teasing. We need to talk about when and where we can meet. Assuming you still want to, that is.”

“Of course I do.”

“Good, I’m glad. Sit down, Tina.” I pointed to the chair next to my desk.

She did, looking at me expectantly.

“I don’t mean to be all businesslike, but I don’t want to keep you in here with the door closed for too long. It might make people wonder.”

“People like Mrs. Simmons, the witch?”

I smiled at her. “Exactly.”

“Okay,” she said, sitting on the edge of her chair, “what’s the plan?”

“Here’s the deal. Next week, on Wednesday, there’s an afternoon seminar at a business school that I was planning to attend. I’ve already made arrangements to do that. But I can blow it off and spend the time with you instead.”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, her face shining.

“I can write a note for your teachers, excusing you from classes that afternoon so you can, supposedly, work on a special project at the university library.”

“Ooh, I like it.”

“Then, what you need to do is pick up the city bus over on the corner, you know, at Oak Street?”

“Right.”

“I spent some time this morning checking the schedules. If you catch the 12:05 bus, you can be downtown at 12:30. There’s a stop at High Street. That’s where you have to get off, and I’ll pick you up there. Here, I’ve written it all down for you.”

“Wow,” she said, “it’s like secret agent stuff.”

“Sort of,” I smiled. “So, does it sound good?”

“I’ll say!”

I got up and came out from around the desk. She moved quickly to my side, hugging me. “Thank you, Ms., um, Ms. Driscoll. I’m really, really excited about it.”

She hugged me again and nearly kissed me, but pulled herself back at the last second. “Thank you so much for making all these plans!”

“You’re welcome, Tina. I’m looking forward to it too, very much.”

She clutched my arm and squealed like a little girl at Christmas or something.

“Okay, come on, stop,” I warned her, “someone might hear you.”

“I know,” she said. “I’m sorry. I’m just so, so excited.”

“Me too, but listen, there’s one more thing. Just because I’m getting you out of those classes on Wednesday afternoon doesn’t mean you don’t have to do the work. I want you to make sure to check with your teachers and do whatever assignments you’ll miss.”

“I will, I promise. I would do that anyway. I’m so conscientious it makes me sick.”

I grinned at her. “That’s a good fault to have.”

We were at the door. “So, I’ll see you next Wednesday,” I said. “And if you want to stop in before then and check with me and make sure everything is all set, that’s fine too, okay?”

“Perfect. But…”

“Yes?”

“Can I just kiss you, please, one more time before I go?”

I looked at her. How could I resist? I rolled my eyes and sighed, comically pretending to be exasperated. That made her giggle again.

“Okay,” I agreed. “But just once.”

Without saying anything else, Tina took my face in her hands, opened her mouth, and gave me a big wet kiss.

Then she stepped back, put up her hand in a cute little wave, saying, “Bye!” And she was out the door.

No one else had come into the office during the ten minutes we’d been inside, so that made me feel a little more secure. And I was quite happy with the plans I’d made for Tina and me. It would be much safer for us being far from the school.

I congratulated myself and went to the cafeteria to grab a quick lunch.

 

That night at home, the second I came in the door, Kerie was there to greet me. She threw her little arms around my neck and gave me a big wet kiss on the cheek, saying, “Mommy, Mommy, welcome home!”

“Oh, thank you, darling, that’s so sweet.” I disentangled myself from her just long enough to set down my purse and keys and slip off the sweater I was wearing over my dress, but then right away she was hugging me again, this time around the waist.

“Mommy, I’m so happy to see you! I miss you so much when you’re at work all day and I’m at school.”

We walked toward the living room, somewhat clumsily with her holding on to me so tight. As we sat down on the couch side by side, I said, “Well, I’m very happy to see you too, sweetheart. I’m always glad to get home and see my pretty girl.”

I held her at arm’s length, taking a good look at my beautiful 8-year-old daughter.

Kerie was wearing a short-sleeved white blouse that had pink flowers embroidered on the collar. She wore a frilly pink skirt that was extremely short, showing off her cute legs.

Peaking out from under the tiny skirt — which she’d had since she was 6 — I could see a triangle of white panties. On her feet were white sneakers, and in her shiny blonde hair a pink ribbon, tied in a slightly sloppy bow at the side.

“Don’t you just look adorable,” I told her. “My precious baby. You seem very happy today.”

“I am happy,” she said, wrapping her arms around my waist again and squeezing me energetically. “It’s Friday, so that means I get a whole weekend with you.”

I laughed, loving her affectionate nature, “Okay, darling girl. Since you’re all dressed up so pretty, how about if we go out to dinner tonight, somewhere nice. Would you like that?”

She looked up at me. “Can we go to Big Tony’s?”

“Well, I was thinking of someplace maybe a bit nicer than that, but if you want to go to Big Tony’s, sure, that’s fine.”

“Oh, goodie!” She hugged me again and I held her, stroking her warm back through the thin blouse.

“All right,” I said, “I just need to go to the toilet, touch up my makeup, and then we can go, okay?”

“But, Mommy?”

“Yes, baby?”

She sat up, stroking my bare arms, and looked into my eyes. “After we get home later, will you show me how to masturbate?”

I frowned. This was the first time I’d heard her use that word. “Well, yes, honey, I… I suppose I could, but… where did you hear about masturbation?”

“From Melissa. Emily told Melissa her mom had a big talk with her, with Emily, I mean, about sex and masturbating. She said masturbating was a good way to have sex and get orgasms, ‘cuz it was just by yourself. And, um, she also told her about using a pill or something so you don’t get pregnant from sex and have a baby. Emily told Melissa she already knew about that, about the pill and stuff. And also masturbating. But her mom talked to her all about it anyway.”

“Okay. I guess that’s good.”

“But Mommy?”

“Yes?”

“You can’t get a baby from masturbating, can you?”

“No, sweetie, you can’t,” I chuckled. “Only from having sex with a man. Or a boy, if he’s old enough.”

Kerie looked relieved.

“I hope that Rose, um, Ms. Beddingdon, explained it all to Emily so she knows exactly how you can get pregnant and how you can’t — but I imagine it was just that Melissa got confused when she heard it from Emily,” I mused. “Anyway, if you’d like me to tell you about masturbation when we get home, yes, I’d be happy to do that.”

“And show me.”

“Okay, and show you, too.” I kissed her on the forehead. “Now let me just get ready so we can leave.”

 

The restaurant Kerie had asked to go to was about twenty minutes away. On our way there, she said, “You look pretty in your dress, Mommy.”

“Thank you sweetheart. You look awfully cute, too, in your little blouse and skirt.”

“I like looking nice for you, Mommy. I love it when you tell me you think I’m pretty.”

“Oh, honey, I do! I think you’re the prettiest little girl I’ve ever seen!”

She smiled sweetly at me. Then she asked, “Do you think other girls like looking at their mommies the way I do? They like how it feels?”

“I’m not sure what you mean, honey.”

“I mean, I like seeing how pretty you look when you get dressed up nice, you know, like you are now. It makes me feel kind of, um, happy inside. And I really love looking at you when you’re naked, too. That always makes me want to hug you and kiss you and stuff.”

I squeezed her hand and blew her a little kiss.

Kerie was quiet for a while after that, apparently thinking about things. She was holding a doll on her lap, one she liked to bring in the car when we went places.

Finally, she said, “Mommy?”

“Yes, honey?”

“I bet most girls think their mommies are pretty, right? Don’t they? If they are, I mean.”

“Well, yes…” I wondered where this was going.

“And I know you told me we can’t talk to people about the stuff we do ‘cuz they might think it was, like, bad or something. But it’s not bad to look at your mom and think she’s pretty and wanna kiss her, is it?”

“No, baby, of course that’s not bad.” I sighed. It was hard to explain.

“Lotsa girls are prob’ly like me.”

Kerie was so innocent about things. She would not even consider doing anything she knew was wrong. I’d almost never had to punish her as a child, or even scold her. She was always so good and sweet. I loved her dearly.

“I suppose there might be other girls,” I told her, “who look at their mommies and want to hug them and kiss them as much as you do. But, to be honest, honey, there are also a lot of girls and moms — and boys and dads, too — who don’t really like each other very much. Or at least they don’t act like they do.

“For some people, it’s a hard world. You and I are lucky that we care so much for each other, and that we can show our love so openly.”

As soon as I said ‘openly’, I realized it was not the right choice of words. Kerie and I certainly could not be open about the special ways we shared our love. But she didn’t seem to notice the contradiction.

“Okay,” she nodded, smiling happily and giving her doll a hug.

 

We had a nice time at dinner. Kerie loved the fried mozzarella appetizer at Big Tony’s, which was most of what she consumed that night. I felt guilty for letting my child eat something so obviously unhealthy, but then I thought, well, this is a special night just for us, so maybe it’s not that big a deal. However, I also resolved to include plenty of fresh fruits and vegetables in the meals I prepared for us.

Later, as we were driving home, I noticed she seemed pensive. It was unusual for her to be quiet for very long.

Finally I asked, “Sweetheart, are you all right? Do you feel okay?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, “I’m okay.”

Silence again for a few minutes. Then, just as I was about to say something else, Kerie began, “Meliss—” and suddenly stopped.

After a moment, I asked, “What, honey? What about Melissa?”

“You’ll get mad.”

“No, I promise I won’t get mad.” I patted her knee. “Really I won’t. Just tell me what you were going to say.”

“Okay, well, um… at school today, Melissa told me she likes to look at her mom when she’s naked and stuff. She goes in the bathroom and waits while her mom is taking a shower. Then she watches her get out and dry off. And she watches her get dressed.”

“Uh-huh.”

“So I think prob’ly there are other girls like me who want to see their mommies naked and get in bed with them and play games like we do. Maybe lotsa girls.”

“Maybe you’re right, sweetie.”

It occurred to me then that Kerie was doing her best to reassure herself that she wasn’t a freak, and that what we did together was not as horrible or scandalous as I had made it seem. I resolved then — my second resolution of the night — that I would find ways to make her feel more comfortable with who she was and with the special relationship she and I had together.

And perhaps she was right after all. Maybe there really were lots of other girls and moms who shared their love and affection in sexual ways. If so, it would be nice to find that out. That made me ponder.

“Honey, you said a minute ago that Melissa was talking about how she likes to look at her mother naked. And before that, um, the other day when you told Melissa about our new game, she said she might want to try it out with her mom, or maybe her sister, right?”

Kerie nodded.

“So, maybe you’re right. It’s possible there are other girls, and other mommies, who do some of the kinds of things we do. Or who might like doing it if they were brave enough to try. Do you think?”

“Uh-huh.”

“In fact, you know what? Yesterday I met a mom with two beautiful daughters, one who’s 15 and the other 10. And now that you’ve got me thinking about this, I’m starting to wonder if maybe that little family would enjoy…”

“Really, Mommy? A lady with two daughters? Are you gonna tell ‘em about our game?”

“Well, I —”

“Except, um, I know you keep saying we can’t tell anyone else. Anybody except Melissa, ‘cuz I already told her, and I guess Aunt Jae, ‘cuz you told her.”

“Yes, but, it might be possible,” I began, “to kind of subtly inform someone, or to give them ideas, suggestions, without really telling them specifically what you and I do together.”

I was starting to become aroused as I pictured Valerie in bed with Becky and Tina, making love with them. Could I really figure out a way to turn that fantasy into reality?

“Could you, um, sudly inform Ms. Beddingdon about it too? So maybe then she would want to play the game with Melissa?” asked Kerie.

I smiled at my daughter and patted her on the knee again. “We’ll see. Maybe.”

Then we were turning into our driveway. We were home.

Kerie held my hand as we walked to the front door. “Mommy?” she said.

“Yes, darling?”

“Can I have Melissa come for a sleepover tomorrow night? Please?”

I turned the key in the lock. “Hmm, Melissa, huh? What kind of trouble will you two get into if I let her spend the night with us?”

“We won’t get in any trouble,” she assured me, then skipped on inside the house. Evidently she hadn’t caught my innuendo. And that was fine.

Most of the time Kerie acted like a normal little girl, a typical 8-year-old. It was only when we had our special private sessions together that she said and did things most kids her age would likely never even think of. Sometimes I had to remind myself how young she really was.

As I came into the living room, I found Kerie doing somersaults on the carpet, flashing her little white panties at me.

I watched my adorable child for a minute, then sat down in a chair and beckoned for her to come to me. I pulled her onto my lap.

“Okay, here’s the deal,” I said, “you can have Melissa come for a sleepover tomorrow night if her mom says it’s okay.”

“Yay!” she cried, flinging her arms around my neck and kissing me.

“But listen,” I took her by the wrists and put her hands down in her lap. I wanted to make sure she paid attention to what I was going to say.

“This is important. If Melissa comes over here to spend the night, there are two items we have to agree on. First, I’m going to want to have a talk with her about the things you told her about us, you know, about those games we play. I want to let her know, like I let you know, that we have to be careful about who we talk to about certain things. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“And the second thing is, there are to be no secrets about what you two girls might be doing in your bedroom at night. All right? I understand if you are both curious about things and you want to fool around with each other, you know, playing little naked games and such. That’s fine. It’s normal, and I understand. But I also want you to be open with me, and to tell me what you do with her. No secrets. Got it?”

“Got it.”

Okay, good.” I kissed her quickly on the lips. “I’m going to go take my bath now, and while I’m doing that you can call Melissa and tell her to ask her mother if she can come for a sleepover.”

Kerie nodded eagerly. I got to my feet, letting her slide off my lap. As I began to walk toward the bedroom, I heard her call, “Mommy, don’t forget!”

“Don’t forget what, honey?”

“After your bath, you’re gonna show me how to masturbate, remember?”

“Yes, I remember.” I smiled and blew her a kiss.

Then I took off all my clothes, got in the tub, shaved my legs and pussy, and began to masturbate, as I did almost every night. But halfway through, I decided to stop.

If I was going to show my little girl how to masturbate, I wanted to save all the sexual energy I had so I could share it with her. This was going to be, I was certain, another night to remember forever.

I came into the bedroom naked, my skin warm and glowing from the hot bath water. Kerie was in bed, waiting for me. She was nude as well.

“What did Melissa’s mom say?”

“She said okay!”

“Good,” I smiled, as I slipped under the covers with her. “I’m sure you two will have lots of fun.”

“We will!”

“What do you want to have for dinner? Do you want me to make something special? Wait, I’ve got an idea — we can grill hamburgers in the backyard and eat dinner outside, okay? I’ll make french fries too if you want.”

“Yeah, awesome,” said Kerie as she snuggled up next to me. Her skin was as warm as mine was.

I hugged her and kissed her. “I love you so much, darling. You can’t imagine how much I love you.”

“Uh-huh, I can too. It’s the same as how much I love you.”

“That’s right,” I agreed, turning onto my back and pulling her hot little body on top of mine. I opened my legs and let her settle in between them. She laid her head between my breasts and we rested that way for a few minutes, feeling close and warm and content.

Then Kerie murmured, “Emily told Melissa that their mom said that she, um, that she masturbates a lot.”

She lifted her head and looked at me. “Do you masturbate a lot?”

“Well, yes, I guess I do. Pretty much every night in the bathtub after I get done shaving.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh. And I’d probably masturbate even more if I didn’t have so many, um, well, such a good time with you. But I do like how it feels when I rub myself. It’s nice.”

Kerie nodded, “Okay.”

I looked at her for a moment. Such a beautiful young girl. How did I ever get so lucky? I pulled my daughter close and kissed her lips.

She kissed me back. We shared several sweet kisses, and then she said, “Emily told Melissa you can tell when their mom is doing it, ‘cuz she goes in her room and closes the door and then you can hear the sounds.”

“What sounds?”

“Emily said her mom has a TV in the bedroom and she watches these movies. Um, Emily said they’re lesbian movies, you know, with ladies kissing each other and stuff?”

“Yes, I know about those kinds of movies.” I smiled at her.

“And Emily told Melissa that you could listen outside her door, her mom’s door, and you could hear the ladies in the movies, and then you could hear her mom, too. She said her mom was really loud sometimes.”

“Wow, that’s… interesting…” I pictured cute, wholesome-looking Rose watching lesbian porn and fucking herself wildly.

Then something occurred to me. “Do you, I mean, can you ever hear me, when I’m in the bathroom, you know, taking a bath and, uh, masturbating? Can you hear me, when I, um, when I have an orgasm?”

“No. I didn’t even know what masturbating was until Melissa told me about it today.”

“Oh, okay. Well, what would you like to know about it?”

“Show me how you do it. And then teach me how, so I can do it too.”

“I can try, sweetie, but I can’t promise about the results. Sometimes it’s hard when you’re young to, well, to get yourself all the way to a climax.”

“But we can try, right?” she asked.

I smiled. “Yes, baby, we can try.”

“Thank you, Mommy,” said my daughter, giving me another kiss on the lips. “You’re the best mommy in the whole world.”

“Well, thank you, darling. And you’re the best little girl too.”

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