Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

We moved to a new city for my mom’s job when she got a big promotion and now I have to go to a different school again for seventh grade. I’ve done that a few times before, and I guess I’m used to it. Sort of, anyway. Luckily on my first day there I met this really nice girl named Jessica, so at least I have a friend. I’m glad, ‘cause that makes things a lot easier.

Jessica is twelve, same as me, and she’s cute but she’s really short. She looks younger than twelve, with kind of a little girl face. What I mean is, if you saw just her face, you might think she was only seven or eight years old. Not that I look grown-up or anything. I don’t have any boobs yet, nothing at all, even though lots of girls my age do — including Jessica, which is frustrating ‘cause she’s smaller than me and looks so young. My mom always tells me to stop worrying so much about not having any boobs, that it will happen when it happens. I guess I just have to wait.

Anyway, Jessica is super nice. She’s kind of shy, like I am, and she says she doesn’t have many friends. That’s okay. It’s not how many friends you have, but how nice they are is what I think.

A few days after we met, I asked Jessica to come over to my house after school, and she did, and we had fun. My mom wasn’t home from work yet, of course, but me and Jess made popcorn and watched MTV and played video games, so it was great. I thought maybe she would ask me to come over to her house pretty soon after that, but she didn’t.

That seemed sort of weird. I didn’t say anything about it for a while, but after we had been best friends for about a month and we’d told each other practically everything, like all our secrets and stuff, and she’d already been to my house a bunch of times, I finally decided to ask how come she hadn’t invited me over to her place yet. I figured it couldn’t be because she was ashamed of what it was like or anything. I knew she lived about four blocks away from us on this street with a lot of big fancy houses. Theirs had to be really nice.

We were standing in my bedroom when I asked her. Jessica got kind of a serious look on her face, then put her hands on my shoulders and said, “Lia, are you for sure my best friend?”

“Yeah, you know I am.”

“And you will keep all our secrets totally secret no matter what?”

“Of course I will. You can trust me, Jess.”

“Swear to God?”

“Yes!” I crossed my heart.

“Okay…”

She stayed quiet for a minute, just staring at me, like she was trying to make up her mind. Finally she said, “See it’s, um, well, my mom is kind of different.”

“What do you mean?” Did she have three eyebrows or something, I wondered, or did she weigh 500 pounds?

Jess paused again, still looking at me, then said, “I mean, it’s not like she’s a bad person or anything, she’s really sweet, it’s just that she has her own way of doing things.”

“Okay, whatever, that’s cool. I don’t mind.”

“I know, but…” Jessica took a big deep breath. She licked her lips. She sat down on my bed, then looked up at me. “You know about, um, masturbation, right? I mean, we sorta talked about it.”

“Yeah, of course I do. So…”

“So, that’s what my mom does. Pretty much all the time. Once in a while she does other stuff, but mostly she just watches pornos and masturbates, all day long. Sometimes she’ll have sex with one of her friends, or a maid or the cook, but if she isn’t doing that, you can be almost sure she’s masturbating.”

She stopped and looked down at her hands in her lap.

I didn’t know what to say. My head was spinning around with all this new information. I had a million questions, but I didn’t know where to start or what would be okay to ask.

So I just stammered, “Wow, that’s, I’m… I mean… but, um, how do you know? Does she actually do it right in front of you?”

“Yeah, she does,” Jessica nodded, “in front of me, and whoever else is around, too. She watches lesbian porn and plays with herself in front of the cook or the maids, and practically anyone who comes to visit. That’s why I never have anybody over. I mean, I don’t mind that my mom does that. It’s really kind of cool, in a way, but some people might not understand. They might say she’s a freak or, you know, a pervert or whatever. So I’m just careful.”

“Well, yeah,” I said, “of course you would be.”

My friend glanced up at me. “So, um, Lia… are you really okay with it?”

“Yeah, I guess. I mean, whatever she wants to do, as long as she’s not hurting anyone else, right?”

“Right. That’s what I think.”

I sat down next to her, then asked, “Do you — like, have you ever watched any of — um, you said she watches lesbian porn?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And have you seen any of it?”

“Sure, she lets me watch it with her anytime I want.”

“Omigod, really??”

“Uh-huh.”

“Wow, um… how long have you been doing that?”

“Forever. I mean, since I was just a little girl. She’s never tried to hide it from me.”

“Is it — do you like it?”

“Yeah, it’s hot. Most of it, anyway. I like watching it.”

“And, um,” I swallowed hard before saying, “do you ever masturbate too? Like, you know, with her?”

She didn’t use any words in reply, but nodded and grinned, wagging her eyebrows.

It was amazing to picture Jessica and her mom masturbating side by side while looking at porn. That was so extreme! My mother would never in a million years have done anything like that with me. She’s just totally focused on her career, on getting ahead. She almost never says a thing about sex, and my guess is she never even thinks about it.

 

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Nora Deming got up from her desk and closed the office door, locking it. Her executive assistant knew this meant she was not to be disturbed under any circumstances. As the newly installed vice president of a rapidly growing property management firm, Nora possessed a lot of power. She still wasn’t in the big money, hadn’t made partner yet, but she was getting closer.

Ambition consumed her. Nora wanted to prove she was as good as any of the men. Right now all four partners who ran the company were males, and she was damned if she wouldn’t be the first woman to crash that clique. She worked long hard hours, and nearly every one of those hours was packed full of meetings, managing people, making tough decisions, analyzing the risks and rewards of potential opportunities.

But sometimes she needed a break. She had to get away, if only for a few minutes and only within her imagination. From her briefcase she removed a private, personal, deeply encrypted laptop. This is what Nora would use to make her brief escapes, to relieve the pressures of a demanding job.

Setting the laptop on her desk and entering the one-time highly secure password she’d generated randomly just that morning, Nora brought the machine to life. And now the world opened up for her, the real world, the one she lived for. Outside of Lia, her daughter, and right beside Nora’s unquenchable ambition for career success, nothing meant more to her than the images and stories cached on this carefully guarded hard disk.

Photos of lovely young girls, very young girls, mostly between nine and twelve years old, nude, displaying themselves for her, letting her see absolutely everything. And enticing stories of pretty girls just like them learning all about sex, playing with themselves, with each other, with their sisters, and with their mothers.

Nora was addicted to a certain kind of pornography — and this was her secret, a secret no one would ever guess. She kept this part of herself strictly hidden from the rest of the world. Only for a short time each day would she give in, allow herself to indulge, take the break she needed so badly.

Twenty minutes later, she was finished. After licking her fingers, savoring the taste of her own juices, she cleansed her hands with a disposable wipe, then shut the laptop down and placed it back in her briefcase. She sprayed air freshener around the office, touched up her makeup, checking to be sure there was no hint of perspiration left on her face or in her hairline, then unlocked the door.

“Cynthia,” she said to her assistant, “tell Matt I’m ready for his update now.”

“Yes, ma’am.” The young woman picked up the phone to call the regional manager and summon him to the vice president’s office.

 

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Jessica and I sat on my bed for a minute, just smiling at each other. I was thinking how her mom was obviously way different from mine. I hadn’t met her mother yet and didn’t know what she looked like, but I figured she might be kind of short like her daughter and she was probably pretty too, since Jess was so cute.

And she said they masturbated together! Oh my god, what an awesome thing to imagine, both of them naked and…

I shook my head, trying to get rid of such distracting thoughts, before asking, “Do you, um, does your mother watch any of the other kind of porn too? Like with men, I mean?”

“No, only lesbian. Or just girls by themselves, you know, masturbating and stuff like that.”

“Huh. Okay.” I nodded slowly, then said, “Um… can I ask another question?”

“Of course. Anything.”

“So, you said your mom sometimes has sex with your maid? And with the cook?”

“Uh-huh. Well, with both maids, actually, either together or separately, or with the cook. And sometimes with her friends too.”

“Yeah, but, um, well… is the cook, I mean, a woman? Not a man?”

She burst out laughing. “Of course, silly! My mom is a lesbian. She would never have sex with a man. Well, obviously she must have with my father when they were married, or I wouldn’t be here. But they got divorced a long time ago, when I was three, and I’m almost sure she hasn’t done anything with a man since then. Only with women, but mostly just with herself. My mom loves to masturbate. She does it all the time.”

It was interesting the way Jessica kept emphasizing that. I got the feeling that she really enjoyed watching her mother, even more than she was letting on. And that made me think of something else to ask.

“All right. But, uh, when she does it with, like, somebody else, when she has sex, I mean… does she let you watch that too?”

“Sometimes,” Jessica shrugged. “It depends. Sometimes they do it in my mom’s bedroom with the door closed, but a lot of times they do it out in the open too. Even in the backyard around the pool, or in the pool. Not so much now, ‘cause it’s getting colder, but in the summer they do that a lot.”

“Wow.”

It sounded like my friend’s house was pretty much a non-stop orgy. Now I really wanted to go for a visit!

“Well, so, now that you’ve told me everything, and since I’m cool with it,” I began, then trailed off, hoping she’d get the hint.

She did. A big grin split her face. “You wanna come over sometime? Like maybe this weekend for a sleepover?”

“Yes!!” I shrieked.

We grabbed each other’s arms, laughing and bouncing on the bed, crazy with excitement.

It was almost time for Jessica to go home by then, but we spent the next few minutes making plans, figuring out what day would be best, deciding what time I should come over, and so on.

The weekend was only two days away. I could hardly wait.

When I told my mother about the sleepover after she got home from work, she said it was fine — except she wanted to talk with my friend’s mom first, just to be sure everything was okay. So, I gave her the phone number and she called their house.

I stood right beside her, hoping there wouldn’t be any problems. Someone answered, but apparently it was a maid or something, because when my mother asked for Ms. Montrose, there was a long pause, and then…

“Yes, hello, this is Nora Deming. I’m Lia’s mother. She’s a friend of your daughter’s, and she tells me she’s been invited for a sleepover at your place on Friday night. I just wanted to check and make sure that was all right with you.”

Another pause.

“Oh, good, okay. We like Jessica very much. She’s welcome at our house any time. We only moved here a few months ago, you know, and Lia doesn’t have many friends yet, but she and Jessica seem to get along just great. Tell you what, I’ll walk over with Lia on Friday so you and I can meet. If you don’t mind, that is. Yes… okay, perfect. Seven o’clock, we’ll see you then.”

As she hung up the phone, I was filled with a mix of feelings, thrilled about the upcoming sleepover, sort of turned on about meeting Jessica’s mom, but also worried about what might happen when my own mom met her. Would they like each other? What if something went wrong?

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