Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Tater Tot

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in June 2015 }

I rolled my eyes as I stopped in my daughter Amber’s door — a little shocked, but wanting to laugh at the same time. I leaned against the door frame, watching as she masturbated with her left hand. Her eyes were closed and her hand was moving furiously, flat as if trying to scrub herself, with an expression of frustration on her face.

Of course, she chose that exact moment to open her eyes and saw me standing there.

I sighed as she screamed, “Mom!” then turned and covered her face with a pillow.

“Amber, it’s okay,” I said as I walked over to stand by her. She didn’t even twitch. “Amber, honey, turn around, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” I said again.

“Go away,” she mumbled into the pillow.

I sighed again, knowing exactly how this was going to go. Stay in her room all night, slink around me for days, then be angry and defensive for weeks. We went through this every time she became embarrassed. I wanted to pinch her just for the reaction, but I decided to give her a reason to be embarrassed instead.

Lying down next to her on my back, I flipped my skirt up, slipped a hand in my panties and started masturbating. I was actually a little wet from watching Amber play with herself, though her technique was anything but erotic. I pictured the time Dan and I had sex in the car, giving him a blow job, fucking on the car hood, then bending over and letting him fuck me in the ass until I had a screaming orgasm. Too bad he was a cheating son of a bitch, he was great in bed.

After a little while I wasn’t even aware of Amber — lost in my memories, riding the waves of pleasure I got from my clit and periodically inserting a finger. I didn’t try to delay it and reached an orgasm in less than ten minutes.

I came with a grunt and clenching of my pussy, then slowly drew my hand out and licked my finger clean as I opened my eyes. Amber gasped beside me, so I turned to see her facing me, wide-eyed with her mouth hanging open in shock.

Laughing, I said, “Yes?”

“Mom,” she gasped, “did you come?”

I twitched an eyebrow at the phrasing, but gave a laugh and said, “Of course, that’s why people masturbate. Why do you do it?”

She looked embarrassed, sad and frustrated at the same time as she said, “I try, but never have,” then turned her head away, blushing.

“Well,” I said, “it might have something to do with the way you’re doing it.”

Her head perked back up, but she was still blushing as she said, “I don’t know how, I tried…” then stopped, blushing harder.

I turned on my side to face her, head resting on my palm as I tried to decide what she was trying to say. “You tried… what?”

Her face stayed turned away as she said, “You know… putting… you know, a finger… well, putting it… sort of in… you know.”

I almost laughed but caught myself, knowing she would just turn away and sulk again. “Putting your finger in your pussy?” I asked.

She turned to face me and gasped, “Mom!”

That did get me to laugh, but I hurriedly said, “We’re talking about masturbating, honey, so saying ‘pussy,’ isn’t a bad thing. We’re both old enough to not be embarrassed by it.”

I could see the “old enough” statement helped, making her feel like an adult, so I continued, “You weren’t using a finger when I came in.”

She looked up from under her eyelashes and blushed some more as she said, “It just hurt to use my finger, and I had heard other girls say they rubbed themselves.” Giving me a frustrated look, she added, “But they can also see internet porn, and I can’t!”

I laughed again, but held up my hand when she started to get angry, saying, “Sorry, but I never thought of having porn blocked being a handicap.” Looking more directly at her I said, “Those girls were talking about rubbing their clits, or pushing against something to simulate sex, not actual rubbing like you were doing.”

She looked interested, then confused before saying, “I tried to find my clitoris, but I think I mustn’t have one.”

I giggled, then stroked her face and said “You’re young, and some girls have theirs hooded.”

Now she was getting thoughtful, something I’d seen a thousand times — give her some information she was interested in, and she would become focused until it drove you nuts. She cocked her head at me for a second then said, “So how do they have orgasms?”

Wow, guess this was the day for serious sex talk. Trying to get comfortable, I said “Well, penetration is one way, though you’ll want to try to be somewhat excited and wet before doing much. I find that kind of orgasm to be more satisfying, but it takes longer. Most girls use clitoral stimulation when masturbating, but it does make you more impatient over time.”

That was a lot of information, and I could see her trying to sort it out. She was pursing her lips in and out as she thought for a while, then said, “So what do you do to get excited?”

I could see she really didn’t get it, thinking it was a mechanical-type thing, how to touch yourself just right to achieve a specific result. “Honey,” I said, then waited for her to look at me. “When was the last time you became excited when not trying to masturbate?”

She blushed ferociously, causing me to blink, then smile as I waited to hear what was so embarrassing. Did she see a boy naked?

When she didn’t say anything, I said, “Baby, we’re talking about sex, I don’t think you have any reason to be embarrassed. What got you so excited? It’s important to know before I can tell you how it all works.”

She was looking around, acting trapped, but finally whispered, “My teacher.”

I nodded, remembering my own teenage crushes, and said, “Which one?”

Her head went all the way down until her face was in her pillow as she said, “Ms. Thompson.”

I blinked, then almost laughed again — but held it, knowing she wouldn’t handle it well at all. “Well, that’s normal. Most of us have girl crushes early on.”

She peeked up at me and said, “Really?”

I did laugh then and said, “Of course, I’ve had quite a few in my life, and still have them time to time.”

Amber blinked, dumbfounded I think, to realize her old mom was talking about lesbian urges. I wanted to giggle uncontrollably at her shock, but held it in again. When she had a moment she said “Wow. Okay… that’s… well, that’s… I don’t know.”

I wiggled an eyebrow at her, then said, “Anyway… the reason I asked is because when you masturbate you should be thinking about something that excites you, a scenario or fantasy that you live as you play with yourself.”

She blushed again at my words, but kept looking at me, thinking about what I was saying. She nodded to herself, then frowned and said, “What were you thinking when you just did… you know.”

Grinning, I said, “Masturbated?”

She gave me a shy smile and said, “Yeah, masturbated.”

“A time when your father and I had a lot of fun,” I answered.

She gave a half-nod again, but sort of sneered. I understood, she really didn’t much like Dan anymore, not that I could blame her. She thought for a while, then spoke distractedly as she thought out loud. “So you fantasize about something exciting, then when you’re excited, you use your fingers to make you more excited until you orgasm.”

It sounded so logical that I grinned, as she reminded me of me when I was at work solving a problem. Then she blushed and glanced at me, obviously remembering what her fantasy was about.

“It’s okay to think about a woman, Amber,” I said seriously. “Thinking about or even having sex with another woman isn’t evil. Just because you do doesn’t mean you’re a lesbian.”

She was still blushing, but she was looking quizzically at me, so I smiled and said, “Yes, your decrepit old mother has fantasized about women, and I had a girlfriend in college.”

That got a gasp of shock as she said, “Mom!” again.

I laughed at the expression on her face, but waited for her to get it together. She eventually pulled herself back and looked at me appraisingly, acting like I was someone she’d never seen before, so I shrugged and said, “So you fantasize about your teacher, then when you’re wet enough, try easing a finger in. Don’t push in too far, just enough to feel it. Try to tie the fantasy into the physical things you’re doing.”

She blushed as I sat up and moved toward the door. Stopping as I stepped out, I turned and said, “Have fun, but remember we’re going shopping tomorrow morning.”

Big blush, but she nodded.

I found myself masturbating to an orgasm that night, picturing Amber doing the same.

*****

We had fun the next day, though I caught her giving me a couple of appraising looks. The conversation had given her a lot to think about — but I didn’t say anything, though I was dying to know if she had her orgasm.

It wasn’t till that evening while I was in bed reading that Amber finally came to talk. She was wearing her pajamas, though they were looking a little young on her fourteen-year-old frame. She was going to have small breasts and they hadn’t grown big enough to really need a bra, as much as she wished they might. The growing she’d done this year had pushed her to five-four and caused her to look a little skinny, all long legs and arms.

I smiled at her and set my book down as she crawled in next to me, kept her face down and muttered, “It didn’t work.”

I slid down to lie next to her and said, “Tell me.”

She kept her eyes down as she said, “I did what you said. It sort of worked, but I didn’t orgasm. At least I never felt anything like people say.”

I shook my head and pushed the hair out of her face, thinking about what to say. How do you tell someone how to orgasm? It seemed natural to me. The talk was actually making me a little horny, which is probably why I suggested what I did.

“Do you want me to help, baby?” I asked.

She looked up at me questioningly, then blushed and said, “Could you? How?”

This was my last chance to stop, and I didn’t take it. “I’ll try to talk you through a fantasy and touch you, so you know how to do it. Once you have an orgasm, you’ll be able to do it yourself.”

She really blushed, but nodded her head immediately. “Well, turn off the lights and crawl in with me,” I said.

Amber jumped up and flipped the lights off, and came back to slide under the covers. I set my book aside and pulled her close to me, spooning her from behind. Placing an arm around her I propped my head on some pillows by her ear and said, “So, honey, I’ll describe a fantasy, then touch you until you become wet. When you are, I’ll use a finger until you come. Okay?”

She was gasping a little in excitement as she said, “Okay.”

Putting my hand on her stomach, I started rubbing in soft circles.

“You’re at school, in Ms. Thomson’s room. It’s after school and you have to stay late to talk about grades. She walks in, then shuts and locks the door before sitting at her desk. You walk up to stand beside her when she waves you forward. She tells you that your grades could be better, and you need to work harder.

“She takes your hand and pulls you closer until you’re standing between her legs, looking down at her. She tells you that she could probably help you with your grades if you want, then reaches around and puts her hand on your ass.” I reach down and rest my hand on her ass cheek, then start rubbing it slowly as I continue. “You’re staring at her as you nod and say, ‘Yes, Ms. Thomson, I would like your help.’ She smiles and brings her hand around to the front of your legs.” I slide my hand off her ass and around to the front of her thigh, squeezing it softly. “She tells you that if you do what she wants, she can make sure your grades get better.”

Amber gave a soft gasping moan as she seemed to realize she had stopped breathing for a second, then started panting a little as I continued.

“You nod again and say, ‘Yes, ma’am.’ Her hand slides up slowly as she stares into your eyes, then finally rests on your pussy.” My hand did that, resting on the outside of her pajama bottoms, pressing into the hot center of her pussy. Amber made a soft groan and twitched her hips forward and back once.

“Ms. Thomson’s hand slides to the top of your pants as she says, ‘Would you like to earn an A this semester?’ You nod again as her hand slides slowly into your pants, easing under your panties.” My hand did the same, sliding in, pushing under the waistband of her panties. “Her fingers touch the top of your wet pussy and she says, ‘Are you willing to work hard and do what I say, Amber?'” My hand reached her wet slit, drawing a loud moan from her as her whole body twitched.

I continued whispering, “Her finger rests against your wet slit as you nod excitedly at her. She smiles as her finger runs up and down your wet pussy, making you so wet and excited. You can see her breasts down her blouse, and how her nipples are standing up as her finger presses against your pussy.”

My finger was sliding up and down Amber’s wet pussy, and continued to do so as I spoke. “Ms. Thomson slides her hand out and unbuttons your pants, sliding them and your panties down, exposing your wet pussy to her, making her lick her lips in excitement. She moves you over to sit on the edge of the desk, spreading your legs as she says, ‘What do you want me to do now, Amber?’”

I stopped talking as my finger moved up and down, pressing harder as her juices flowed. I almost giggled as she mumbled, “Eat me.”

I slid my middle finger in slightly, though she was so tight that it took effort to push up to the first joint as I said, “Ms. Thomson lets her head slide between your legs, and her tongue comes out to push into your wet pussy.”

Amber came at that point, moaning loudly and pushing her hips hard against my hand, humping it a couple of times as she grunted and moaned. She was panting hard when she finally relaxed, so I pulled my hand away, bringing it to my mouth as she turned onto her back and watched me lick my fingers clean.

Her eyes were half closed as she watched, her face totally relaxed. I snuggled her close and said, “And that’s an orgasm.”

She fell asleep almost immediately. I waited a moment, then fingered myself to an orgasm, reliving what had just happened.

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