Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Tater Tot

The next morning Amber didn’t act embarrassed, just thanked me and got ready for school. I admired her tight ass as she walked to her room.

Amber went straight to her homework again that night, spending another hour studying and completing assignments. When we sat down in front of the TV later, she asked, “Mom, you said you had a girlfriend, didn’t you?”

I smiled and said, “Just after high school.”

She thought about that for awhile, then said, “Why?”

I shrugged and said, “I’d always enjoyed looking at girls, but liked boys too. When I broke up with my high school boyfriend, and Sara broke up with hers, we just sort of…” I shrugged again and said, “got horny.”

Amber giggled and said, “You got horny?”

I laughed and said, “We had a couple of drinks, got to bad mouthing guys, and somehow decided to try kissing. That led to touching, then licking, then all kinds of things. We found we enjoyed being together. We actually dated for a while, but drifted apart during the second year.”

She blushed as I mentioned kissing and licking, but was watching me, fascinated by what I was saying. She did her nodding thing as she thought about what I had said, then asked “Are girls better than boys?”

I smiled and said “Not better, different.”

“How?” she asked.

“Masculine and feminine,” I started. “Men are naturally aggressive and everything is built around their cocks. They want to stick them in a girl — mouth, pussy, or ass, they don’t care. They can be loving, but not really tender. A woman knows your body, understands the things you want in life, and what you want out of sex. But they don’t have a cock, and they can’t come inside you. Having a man press his cock deep inside your pussy or ass is satisfying in a way that I can’t explain. But a man can’t tongue your pussy in just the right way, and they don’t touch you the way a woman can. Also, if you’re a dominant person, it’s easier to be that way with a woman.”

That was a lot for her to take in, so I sat quietly as she processed it all. She nodded and tilted her head a couple of times before saying, “Do people really, you know, like to get, you know… f-fucked in the ass?” She blushed and stuttered her way through that, embarrassed to say such a bad word in front of me.

Nodding, I said, “Oh, yes. I love it myself, though it’s not for everyone. It’s about preparation and practice.”

“Does it… what does it feel like?” she asked.

Smiling I said, “I can’t really explain the physical feeling, but it is more about surrendering your body to someone. Bending over and letting someone sodomize you is terribly naughty, so it’s very exciting to do it. You’re also giving the other person control of you, letting them take your most private things.”

“Have you… you know… used a… dildo?” she whispered the last word, bright red in the face.

I giggled and said, “You mean on someone else?”

She nodded quickly, not really meeting my eye, so I said, “You probably mean a strap-on, and yes. I’ve had them used on me, too.”

That got a giggle, though she couldn’t turn any more red.

We finished watching TV, but she stopped to hug me and said, “Thanks, Mom,” before going up to bed.

I called Kathy before bed and asked what she was doing tomorrow. When she said, “Nothing,” I asked if she needed a deep massage, drawing a laugh and quick yes from her. Looked like I was going to be using a strap-on the next day.

I got Amber off to school and went straight to Kathy’s. I had her bent over the couch, fucking her hard within fifteen minutes as she screamed and moaned. I fucked her three times over the next couple of hours — missionary, rear entry, then to be weird, on her side. She was coming constantly, totally worn out before I had enough. I came just as much, getting off continuously as I pictured her as Amber. I was turning into a very naughty person.

She kissed me passionately when I left, saying how much she enjoyed the more aggressive Susan.

That night when Amber came into my room, I sat up and scooted against the headboard, telling her to sit in front of me after she took her clothes off. I turned off the light, then wrapped my arms around her as I started.

“You were babysitting for Mrs. Jones when she came back early, and asked if you wanted to watch some TV with her before you went home. You sat on her big couch, between her legs as she wrapped her arms around you. When the movie started, you could feel her hands come around and cup your breasts.” That was when I reached up and fondled her breasts. She immediately reacted with a long moan, startling me a little at its strength.

I played with her breasts for a while, saying, “She doesn’t say anything, just touches you, eventually unbuttoning your shirt and your bra as you sit passively between her legs.” I’m enjoying the feel of her small, firm little tits, letting my hands cup and squeeze them, periodically pinching the nipples as she continues to moan and gasp loudly.

“She lets one hand slide down and slip into your pants and panties, a finger sliding between your wet pussy lips.” My hand did this, my middle finger slipping in between her labia. When she gave a sharp squeak and came on my hand, I was shocked. I pressed my finger in tightly, holding it to her as she humped forward against it until a small spurt of her wetness splashed my hand. It went on for quite a while before she relaxed and let her head roll back on my shoulder.

I continued, saying, “You come on her fingers, soaking your panties and causing her to draw her hand out and bring it to your mouth to lick clean.” I brought my hand up and let the middle finger slide into her mouth, drawing another deep moan from her as she sucked it clean.

“When you’re done, she lets it slide back down and starts rubbing you some more.” I followed my own direction, letting my fingers spread her pussy lips slightly and slide between them, the friction building her excitement again. Her pussy was soaked, making it very slick as I said, “After a moment, she starts pushing her finger in, slowly, letting you get used to it.”

Amber made a soft sobbing, groaning noise as my finger tip slid inside her. Her channel was very tight and hot, making it slow going as I gently thrust in and out. I made slow progress, letting my palm and other fingers press in and out as my finger gained an inch or two over the next few minutes. I didn’t say anything as we were doing this, just enjoyed her loud moans and sighs.

When I was up to my second knuckle, I began a rhythmic thrusting — pulling out, then gently pushing back in. Amber started making short “Uh-uh,” noises as I pushed in, her hands clenching on my thighs as her hips twitched forward and back. This went on for another couple of minutes before her body clenched tightly and her head rolled back, Amber letting out a long drawn-out groan as her pussy splashed on my hand again. I could feel her channel clench and release my finger as the orgasm ripped through her.

She fell asleep in my arms before I could even pull my finger out, totally exhausted from orgasms. I smiled as I lay down next to her, licking my fingers clean as I fingered myself to an orgasm.

*****

Amber was pretty happy when she woke up, saying, “Thanks, Mom,” as she dashed off to get ready for school. I laughed as I got up and went to make breakfast.

I had laundry and household stuff to do, so no girl sex with Kathy that day.

Amber was bright eyed and excited when she got home, but didn’t tell me why until that night when we were in the den. She handed me a stack of papers when she sat down, her eyes shining in excitement. Two tests, a report, and a couple of quizzes, all with A’s. I clapped my hands in excitement, giving her a hug and telling her how happy I was.

She gave me a big smile and said, “So, do I get a reward?”

That got a laugh from me and I said, “Of course.”

When I didn’t continue, she said, “Mom! So what is it?”

Giving her a hug, I told her, “For work this good I’ll give you two. One tonight, which I pick. And one tomorrow, which I’ll let you pick.”

She grinned for a second, then looked confused, saying, “What? Pick what?”

I gave her a mysterious smile and said, “I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

“Mom!” she said in frustration, but then laughed and gave me a hug before saying, “But I get one tonight?”

Hugging her back, I told her, “Oh, yes.”

Amber was already naked when she came to my room that night, getting a grin from me as I slipped the sheet down and had her lie next to me.

Her eyes were big and curious as she laid down, excited to see what we were going to do that night.

Taking her hand, I began, “I’ve been showing you how to pleasure yourself, and how your mind and the fantasies we have make it so much better, but tonight I’m going to show you what a girlfriend or boyfriend can do, and how it changes the way things feel,” I told her.

She blinked in confusion, trying to puzzle out what I meant as I turned out the light and leaned down over her. When my face was just above hers I said, “Tonight I’m going to be your girlfriend and we decide to make out.”

Amber gasped at that, staring up as I leaned down and put my lips on hers. She moaned into my mouth as her hands grabbed my shoulders. I kissed her lightly, softly touching her lips with mine, doing this for a short period before letting my tongue slip out to trace her lips. She groaned again, then sighed as my tongue slipped into her mouth. I spent some time at this, tasting and tracing her mouth and lips, letting our tongues wrestle.

Eventually I let a hand come up to fondle her breast, drawing out a deep groan between our mouths. After playing with her breast for a time, I started kissing her face, down her neck, then onto her breast. When I took her nipple in my mouth, the little vixen came. Her hands grabbed my head, pulling me against her chest as she thrust her hips up high, bowing her body until her head fell back and she gave a loud screech. She froze like that for a minute — then slowly relaxed, letting my head go. Holy hell, she came just from me sucking on her tit!

I smiled as I went back to work, thinking she was really going to be excited in a minute. Her hands were lying loosely beside her as I spent time exploring her breasts, enjoying their small size and perkiness. When I started kissing my way down her tummy, she said “Oh!” very loudly, tensing up, making her tight belly even tighter.

I kissed above her pussy, then leaned back a little, lying down between her legs to look at her. She had a light patch of hair around her slit, but it was damp and flat now. Her pussy was drenched and her small lips slightly puffy as I let my breath touch her.

Amber was moaning continuously, tossing her head side to side, her hands fluttering over her body as she let her hips push up toward me. Her pussy was flowing freely, causing her juices to run down her ass crack. I let my fingers spread her pussy lips, getting another “Oh!” from her. I had to use the other hand to hold her hips in place as I brought my mouth down and licked a path up the length of her pussy.

Her legs wrapped around my head and her hands grabbed my hair as she flat out screamed, her body arching up into my face. She squirted in my mouth and across my face — something I’d heard of, but never saw. I had to close my eyes, but kept my mouth open, feeling very wicked as I drank my daughter’s essence down. Amber was sobbing wildly as her body whiplashed under me, nearly breaking my fingers before I got them out of the way. I held on as her hips slowly stopped moving and her legs released me. My face was soaked as I scooted up to hold her in my arms as she sobbed a couple of more times before falling asleep.

I masturbated to a strong orgasm as I licked my daughter’s thighs and pussy clean. She never twitched.

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