Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JetBoy

When I peeked into the living room, Vanessa was stalking Lisa around the couch, trying to exact revenge for the bite on her bottom. “But you said I could!” she insisted.

“Changed my mi-ind…” Lisa sang.

Nessa made a feint to one side, then lunged toward the other. With a snort of mirth, Lisa easily countered my daughter’s move. She turned and wiggled her rump at Vanessa. “Can’t smack my bu-utt, can’t smack my bu-utt…” she mocked.

Vanessa turned to me, folding her arms. “Mo-om… Lisa said I could smack her butt back, but now she’s not letting me — ”

“Didn’t either! I said you could bite my butt. But you don’t get to smack me.”

“But you– ”

“Hold on, just hold on!” Mom’s Court was in session, the Honorable Roxanne Johnson presiding. Seating myself on the sofa, I looked at Vanessa. “You said it didn’t hurt.”

She frowned. “I know… but — ”

“Yeah!” Lisa leaned over the couch back by me. I sensed the warmth of her body. “If it didn’t hurt, what d’ya wanna get me back for?”

“Because… because you… bit my butt!” She huffed in indignation.

“But she said she was sorry. Didn’t you, Lisa? And did you honestly mean it?”

Lisa nodded vigorously. “Yes, yes, yes ma’am, yes! I am so, so sorry.” She stuck out her hand across the back of the couch. “For biting. Your. Butt.”

Vanessa reluctantly took Lisa’s hand. “Okay, I guess.”

“There we go.” The girls were still topless, and I could feel Lisa’s breast briefly touch my shoulder, then depart as she came back around to the front of the sofa and plopped herself down. “Now. You two want to finish playing Twister?”

“Nah,” Vanessa said, rubbing her bottom. “I’m done with that game for life! I wanna play a game where you don’t end up with tooth marks on your keister.”

Lisa nodded. “Yeah, let’s play somethin’ different. Somethin’ cool!”

“I know!” Nessa said. “Let’s play Truth or Dare!”

“Yeah!” Lisa cheered. “Good idea!”

“What, just the two of you?”

Turning to me, Vanessa seized my hand. “No, Mom — you play too!”

Truth or Dare? With two eleven-year-old objects of lust, one of them my own daughter? And I’d thought Twister was a big risk! “Ohh, no — ”

Lisa put her hands together, as if in prayer. “Oh, yes, yes, pleeeease, Mrs. Johnson? Pleeeeeease?”

“Pleeeeeease?” chimed Vanessa. “You wouldn’t play Twister with us, now you gotta play this, Mom!” Now they were both on their knees before me, like petitioners at the King’s court. I tried and failed to suppress a smile.

“But it’s not really a mom’s game, sweetheart. I mean, Truth or Dare is all about telling secrets and doing things that mothers aren’t supposed to know about, right?”

The girls pondered this, then Lisa said, “How ‘bout, just for this game, you’re not Nessa’s mom… you’re one of us instead!”

“Yeah, Mom! Then you can be our girlfriend!” Vanessa said excitedly.

“Yeah, do that!” Lisa added. “Girlfriends forever!”

Then the twin chorus began again. “Pleeeeeease?”

“Well… okay,” I muttered.

“Yaaaaay!!” Nessa and Lisa bounced up and down, then moved to join me on the couch, one topless girl on each side.

On the surface, I was trying to seem reluctant. Inside, I was anything but. Who knew where this might lead — especially since I was now their “girlfriend”?

I remembered playing Truth or Dare with girls I knew, and some of the sexy antics that our games had led to. In fact, that was how I’d experienced my first genuine kiss with a girl, a cute tenth grader named Nora Finster — and a week later, we’d gone considerably farther than that, parked near the lake in her mother’s Toyota.

I smiled at the memory, wondering whatever happened to Nora, then noticed that the girls were waiting for me to start the game. “So then, who goes first?” I said.

“You start, Mom!” Vanessa said. Lisa eagerly nodded in agreement.

Hmmm. I wasn’t ready to begin with a dare, so… “I’ll pick Truth. Vanessa?”

“Okay,” my daughter replied, a bit breathlessly. “Tell us… tell us about your first kiss!”

“Ooooohhh, good one!” enthused a grinning Lisa.

I paused, reflected. “My first kiss… hmmm, that goes back a few years… but I know when and where, and who with. I was thirteen, at my friend Jill Rogan’s party. Bobby Meeghan kissed me in the back yard.”

Lisa swayed forward and back, eyes alight with curiosity. “How? How did he kiss you?”

“It happened when we went outside to see the fireflies. In Kentucky, they’re out in force on summer nights. You remember, Nessa, when we were at Grandma’s a few years ago, and you got to see them?”

“Oh, yeah!” Vanessa said, smiling warmly at the memory. “It’s awesome — little moving lights everywhere!”

“Anyhow, Bobby and I were in sort of a boyfriend-girlfriend thing, though all we’d really done was hold hands. But that night, he led me out to the middle of the yard, and we just stood there for a minute or two, not saying anything, watching the fireflies. Then, well, Bobby just kissed me. And it was great!”

Lisa nibbled thoughtfully at her lower lip. “Did he use his tongue?”

“Lisa!” Nessa was shocked.

I raised an eyebrow, then gave Lisa a very tiny wink that Nessa didn’t see. “Yes… yes, he did.”

“Wo-o-ow…”

“Um, Mom?” my daughter began hesitantly, a mysterious hint of pink in her cheeks. “Back when you were, uh, learning to kiss, did you ever, um…”

“Hey!” Lisa interrupted. “No fair askin’ about other stuff, goofus! She did her truth, now it’s someone else’s turn.”

Nessa’s blush deepened. “Oh, yeah. Never mind.” Funny, she seemed almost relieved. I felt a twinge of curiosity… what had she wanted to know?

“Okay, Ms. Johnson… now pick one of us!“

“Uh-huh… well. then I pick… you!” I swung my finger towards Lisa. “Truth or Dare?”

“Dare!” she cried.

I had to grin at her boldness. On the other hand, I wasn’t sure what kind of dare to give her. My dirty mind immediately began to churn out ideas that would have been perfect if my daughter hadn’t been there, each wilder than the one before.

Think, Roxanne. Think.

That was when my daughter spoke up. “Can I give her a dare, Mom? I’ve got a good one!”

I looked at Lisa. “Is that okay for this round? It’s been ages since I’ve played this — I need time to think of some good dares.”

“Sure, yeah,” Lisa shrugged.

“Okay, Vanessa… she’s all yours.”

“Cool!” she squealed. My daughter was seated with her thighs spread wide apart, giving me an excellent view of her panty-clad slit. Very nice, I told myself, trying not to let my thoughts stray any further in that direction.

“So, Lisa” Nessa murmured, “You have to…” A dramatic pause. “You have to get a spanking from my mom for biting my butt!”

Lisa’s mouth dropped. So did mine, I’m sure.

I was immediately shaking my head. “No, no, Vanessa, that’s not fair…”

“But it’s a dare!”

Oddly enough, Lisa came to Vanessa’s defence, though reluctantly. “It’s true, it is a dare…”

I could not see this happening, however enjoyable. Too, too risky. “Wait a minute, Nessa — this would be a dare for me, wouldn’t it? To spank Lisa?”

“No,” Vanessa insisted. “I’m just… I’m daring her to get spanked, is all.”

“But…”

“She’s right,” Lisa said. “It’s a dare. I can’t not do it!”

“See, Mom? Even she says so.”

Oh, shit. Well, there was no graceful way out of this without playing the Uptight Mom card and spoiling the fun for everybody. It was a scenario fraught with danger… but this little party had entered the Lair of the Dare, and I had to play the game.

“Okay.” Lisa stood. “If I’m gonna do this…” She looked at Vanessa. “How do I get spanked?”

Vanessa pondered, rubbing her chin, then declared, “Lyin’ across Mom’s knees.”

“Oh, I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I said, throwing up my hands.

Lisa looked down at me, a mock-serious expression on her face. “A dare is a dare.”

“Yup. Lisa’s been bad, so she’s gotta get her butt smacked!” Vanessa giggled.

Lisa nudged her with a foot. “Farthead.”

Vanessa stuck her tongue out, then turned to me. “Ready, Mom?”

I was very confused about how I should handle this, but couldn’t deny my rising excitement. “As I’ll ever be, I suppose…”

Perverse as it was, there was something about touching Lisa’s bare bottom in front of my daughter that genuinely aroused me. Best of all, it had been Nessa’s idea in the first place! All I had to do was play it cool, keep my lust for Lisa from showing.

Lisa began to stretch out across my thighs, then paused. “Hold on,” she murmured, “I forgot something.” She quickly reached for the waistband of her panties and tugged them down to her ankles.

I was surprised, but Vanessa was flat-out stunned. “Lisa! Wh-what are you doing!?”

Daintily stepping out of those pink knickers, Lisa said, “That’s how Mom always spanks me. We gotta do this the right way, or it don’t count.” Now completely naked, she laid herself down over my lap, then peered up at Nessa and I. “Okay?”

Still trying to breathe normally, I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

“Um, okay, I guess,” Vanessa said. Staring at Lisa’s nudity, she slowly seated herself on the right arm of the sofa.

I fought to keep my hands from quivering as I drank in the sight of Lisa’s flawless bottom. And I was about to touch it while my daughter watched!

Glancing up again, Lisa asked, “Hey, how many spanks do I get?”

I hadn’t even thought about that. “Er… two? Three?”

“That’s not a spanking!” protested Vanessa. “I say she should have ten of ‘em.”

“Hey, I didn’t bite your butt ten times!” Lisa fired back.

“No, and you’re lucky, too, ’cause every bite’s worth ten spanks! Right, Mom?”

I fumbled around for a response — luckily, Lisa spoke up first. “Yeah, sure. I guess that’s fair.”

That startled me, and no mistake. Did she genuinely want to be spanked? That was when it hit me: Of course she wants to. Jesus, this is probably like some kind of kinky foreplay for her!

Lisa’s voice, muffled by a sofa cushion, broke into my reverie. “Okay, I’m ready… go ahead.”

“Yeah, Mom,” Vanessa chimed in, an odd hint of anticipation in her tone.

I took a deep, calming breath to brace myself. “Here goes, then.” I brought my hand down ever-so-lightly on her smooth bare bottom — more like a firm caress, honestly.

“Mo-om… that’s not a spank!”

Lisa lifted her head. “Yeah, you have’ta really spank me. That’s the only way I can win the dare!” As if to emphasize her point, she flexed her buttocks. I heard a little gasp of surprise from Vanessa.

“Okay, but you asked for it.” I put more into the next one, a medium-sized slap that made her cheeks jiggle just a bit.

“Yeah,” I heard Vanessa breathe to herself. I glanced up at her, but she didn’t even notice — her eyes were riveted to Lisa’s bare bottom. I felt a swift rush of warmth beneath my belly as I took a more thorough look at my daughter. Nessa’s cheeks were noticeably flushed, and this time I could clearly see that her nipples were stiff and erect.

More thrilling than that, she was actually riding the arm of the couch, subtly working her panty-covered sex against the suede upholstery. My arousal soared even higher as I watched my daughter stimulate herself to the spectacle of me spanking her best friend.

Another smack to Lisa’s butt, making her squeal. This time, she wiggled her ass a bit and flexed it again, then blurted, “You can do it harder than that!”

I’d never before been turned on by things like domination, bondage or spanking, but everything about this had my juices flowing: the thrill of having a naked young girl draped across my lap, the warmth of her, the softness of her skin — even the satisfying crack of my hand as it made contact.

This time, I let her have it. Nice and hard. SMACK!

“Owww, yeah, that’s… that’s it!” The muffled voice was strained, but eager. No doubt about it, Lisa was really into this!

I gave her three more, each about five seconds apart. She gave a long shivery moan, and it was difficult to know whether it was in agony or ecstasy. Some of each, I suspected. By then, her buttocks were turning a bright pink.

With the last blow, Lisa raised her hips up from the sofa, thighs spread apart to reveal the tiny pucker of her anus.

I heard a sharp intake of breath from my daughter at the sight. Was it my imagination, or could I feel the sofa shiver from the movements she was making against the arm?

Still, my attention was centered on Lisa. “You okay, sweetie?” I asked, my hand casually resting on her warm bottom. A hell of a lot warmer than it was five minutes ago, anyhow.

“Uh-huh…” Lisa said, sounding somewhat out of breath.

I glanced up at my daughter. “Nessa, you’re keeping count, right? How many more?” I asked.

Vanessa gaped at me for a few seconds, fighting to regain her composure. “I think… ummm, three more?”

The sight of her glassy expression shook me up in a big way. My God, is she about to come?

Somehow, I sensed that I had to feign ignorance as to what my daughter was doing. Nothing to see here, folks, Clueless Mom is on duty.

Realizing that things were getting out of hand, I took it much easier with the last three spanks. It was really more of a slap-and-hold motion, then two more, ending with a gentle squeeze. And with that, I was done. Oh, mercy, was I ever done.

I sat motionless for a few seconds, getting my bearings, unable to believe that the simple act of spanking a girl of eleven could get me so incredibly hot. It had, though. Thank goodness I put my panties back on, I told myself. Otherwise, I’d have left a wet spot on this couch the size of a dinner plate.

Putting my lust to one side, I studied Lisa’s bottom, noticing that it did seem rather red and irritated. No marks or welts, but there had to be at least some soreness.

Once more, I looked up at Vanessa, watching my daughter regain her focus. She still seemed a bit dazed — surprised, perhaps, by how close she’d come to losing control? And again, I had to pretend not to have noticed. “Nessa? Honey, can you go to my bathroom and get the lotion? It’s the blue bottle next to the sink.”

A silent nod, and she was on her way — walking somewhat unsteadily, I observed.

Once my daughter was safely out of range, I pried Lisa’s buttocks open, revealing her anal cleft. Taking a moment to admire the view, I bent down and planted a warm, wet, and extremely hot French kiss directly on her rosebud, followed by a few swipes of the tongue. Yum!

She squealed, “Oooooohhh! Oh, wow, yeah…” her bottom arching to meet my wicked mouth.

I could have happily rimmed her for a good long while, but had to sit up straight when I heard my daughter’s feet coming back down the hall. Then Vanessa was at my side, the bottle of lotion in her hand.

I was just about to take it from her when a crazy impulse struck me, one I couldn’t resist.

“Thanks, hon,” I murmured, casual as you please. “Now put some of that on Lisa’s bottom.”

“ME?! B-but I don’t — ”

Time for an appearance from Stern Mom. “Now, you put that lotion on Lisa right now, young lady. Whose idea was it for her to get spanked, hmm?”

She meekly nodded. “Um, okay.” Seating herself on the edge of the coffee table, she squirted a dollop of lotion into her hand, staring at her friend’s rosy bottom. “Geez, that’s pretty red. Does it hurt?”

“Some… no thanks to you.” Lisa gave her butt a provocative wriggle.

My daughter set the bottle down beside her, then hesitated. “Uhhh…”

“Go ahead, honey. Just… put some on her, then smooth it around. Make her feel better.”

Vanessa glanced up at me, chewing nervously at her lower lip. Taking in a deep, calming breath, she hesitantly placed her lotioned hand on Lisa’s bottom, then began to smear the creamy liquid over it.

“Mmmmm,” Lisa purred. “Wow, Nessa, that feels good!”

Vanessa’s hand grew bolder, and started moving in a circle. I felt a pang inside, longing to be soothing Lisa’s butt myself — but I had to admit that watching my daughter do it instead was extremely erotic.

Down below, I could feel the warmth of Lisa’s bare sex against my thigh. She was flexing her bottom rhythmically. “That’s great, yeah. Nice an’ cool. You can do it harder, if you want!”

My daughter began to lean into her work, firmly massaging Lisa’s buttocks with both hands.

Touching Vanessa’s shoulder, I murmured, “That’s right, honey… good job.”

I began to stroke her naked back. Nothing sexual, not exactly — the kind of casual affection that any mom might give her daughter. Only at that moment, my thoughts were far from motherly.

What would Nessa do, I wondered, if I let my hand stray around to the front of her body — fondle those lovely breasts…

It might have been some kind of hallucination, but I swore that I could detect a hint of a sweet fragrance, perfuming the air as I caressed my daughter’s back. It was the aroma of sexual excitement, the girls’ and mine, mingled with that of the papaya-scented lotion…

Nessa’s breathing had deepened, as if she too sensed the raw sexuality in the air. “Is… is that okay, Lisa?”

“Uh-huh. Keep goin’, it’s great.” Lisa, too, was breathing harder.

And as Vanessa worked the lotion into Lisa’s cheeks, she gazed up at me, a look of purest adoration on her face, and snuggled her body closer to mine. My arm twined around her waist, and I bent to kiss her temple. Her head tilted back and she looked at me again, eyes shining. Unable to help myself, I leaned in close to place a tender kiss on her bee-stung lips.

We slowly drew apart, making eye contact for the third time. It was like peering into my daughter’s soul. I saw love there, and more than love. She took a deep, shaky breath, as did I.

Hands still busy massaging her friend’s bottom, Nessa leaned in close and kissed me, her lips parting oh, so slightly. Then, her face touching mine, she whispered, “I love you, Mom.”

“I — I love you too, dear heart.” Oh, God, we were close to something, I knew not what, but I was on the verge of kissing my own daughter like a lover — and might have done, too, except…

“Hey!” Lisa had caught Vanessa’s hand between her cheeks. “Are we done here?”

Nessa’s blush was delightful. “Oh! Um, yeah, I guess.” Pulling away from me, she gave Lisa’s butt a small slap. “You want me to spank you now?”

“Well… I gotta pee.”

Vanessa recoiled in mock horror. “Ewwww! Well, go, don’t pee on me!”

Lisa leapt up from the sofa, Nessa followed suit — and they scattered to the four corners of the house, the moment gone. But not forgotten.

I sat there in a daze, my head spinning like a drunken carousel. What just happened? I asked myself.

Lisa and I had been playing a risky game of flirtation and seduction, right under my daughter’s nose. And somehow, Vanessa had become a part of it. If she hadn’t become aroused — first, by seeing Lisa spanked, then by rubbing lotion into her butt — then it was the best imitation of arousal I’d ever seen.

Is my daughter a budding lesbian? Does she have a crush on Lisa?

Then there was that…that moment that my baby girl and I had shared just moments earlier.

Could it be? Could my own daughter, my Vanessa, actually be feeling lust for…

Annoyed, I gave my head a hard shake. Enough. Stop having these thoughts about Nessa, they’re idiotic! And unhealthy.

I already had one underage lover, the last damned thing I needed was two. Especially when one of them was my own flesh and blood. I’d allowed myself to get carried away with those screwy incest fantasies, and if I didn’t shut them down, there might be another one of those moments — this time, without a Lisa around to save me from making a move on my little girl.

I rose shakily from the sofa, shaking my head to banish the cobwebs, then meandered into the kitchen, suddenly very much in the mood for a soothing glass of wine. Maybe bring the whole bottle back.

Moments later, my glass of Cabernet nicely topped up, I returned to the living room and turned on the TV. The girls could be heard romping around upstairs.

A brief search through the available movies led me to an old favorite, The Pink Panther Strikes Again. I’d missed the first fifteen minutes, but what the hell.

I relaxed and settled into the couch, making sure to leave room for Nessa and Lisa on either side in case they came back down to join me.

Continue on to Chapter 6