Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Tater Tot

I was holding Amber in my arms when we woke up. She turned to look at me, then giggled as she saw my juice covered face. Laughing, I said “Well, kiddo, you have the strongest orgasms of anyone I’ve ever met.”

She looked surprised as she said, “Really? Cool!”

I laughed and said, “Really.”

We giggled for a couple of minutes, then got up to get cleaned up. I met her downstairs as I started breakfast and she sat at the table with some juice.

“That was awesome, Mom,” she said as she watched me.

I tossed a smile at her as I said, “Why, thank you.”

“So what’s my other reward, cause that was great!” she said excitedly.

Chuckling, I put together a couple of plates, then sat down. She must have been starving, because she started shoveling food in as I said, “Rather than picking something myself, I thought I would let you choose to do anything you want.”

She blinked in confusion, then thought as she slowly finished eating. When she was done, she frowned and said, “Anything what?”

Smiling, I said, “Anything, but you have to remember that we have to be careful that no one finds out about what we’re doing.”

Her confusion was still showing as she said, “Um… I don’t get it,”

Reaching out, I took her hand and said, “You’ve worked really hard at school, and you’ve been the best daughter in the world this week, so for the rest of the day I’m letting you choose if you want me to do things to you, or you do things to me. Here, in the car or anywhere.”

Her eyes popped open in surprise as she stared at me. She blinked a couple of times as she processed that, then I saw her mind start running through the possibilities.

“So… so you would… you would do what you did last night… well, like all d-day if I wanted?” she stammered out.

Laughing, I said, “All day if you want, though my tongue will get pretty sore.”

She blushed, but then grinned for a second, before thinking some more. She eventually said, “And you would let me… you know… do, well do things to you?”

Leaning forward, I said, “Anything you want.”

Amber was starting to breathe heavily as she looked at me, trying to decide what to do.

“So,” she said slowly, looking at me from under her eyelashes, “if I wanted you to… well, if I said to…” she whispered the rest, “take your shirt off, you would?”

Reaching down, I pulled my t-shirt off to reveal my breasts, no bra blocking the view.

She gasped, staring at them. They were small, but larger than hers, a full handful and still without very much sag. My nipples were starting to harden as the excitement built.

“Wow,” she muttered to herself. Her mind was really going now as she stared at my breasts, getting excited at the possibilities. “Wow,” she muttered again, then looked up at me with a smile as I laughed.

I was sitting with my top off, just a pair of shorts on as she contemplated what we’d be doing. She was squirming in her seat as she tried to overcome a lifetime of assuming that you couldn’t boss Mom around.

“Can you… well… can you stand over here?” she whispered.

I said, “Yes, mistress,” and walked over to stand in front of her, smiling as she blinked at what I’d just said.

She looked up at me and said hesitantly, “Touch your nose.”

I giggled as I touched my nose, knowing she was testing her boundaries. This would get pretty good as she found there was no limit to them.

She licked her lips as she said, “Touch your lips,” which I did.

“Touch… touch your breast,” she whispered.

She gasped when I put my hand on my breast, cupping it slightly.

“Wow,” she mumbled again, then shook her head and said, “Both hands.”

Her voice was stronger on that one and she smiled a little as my other hand came up to cup my other breast. She nodded to herself as she said, “Can I… can I touch them?”

I pulled my hands away and leaned down a little. She flushed as her hands came up to cup my tits, drawing a soft moan from me. She glanced at my face as I did, then looked back at where her hands were holding my breasts. She squeezed them a little, then fondled them for a time before taking her hands back, her face flushed and her breathing heavy.

“Okay,” she said to herself, looking at my breasts as she thought. “Take your pants off,” she whispered.

Smiling, I unbuttoned my shorts and let them drop, revealing my shaved pussy and no panties.

She gasped loudly as she saw my pussy, shocked that it was bare. “What… I mean how…?”

“I shave it, honey,” I said with a chuckle

She was blinking rapidly as she stared at my slightly damp pussy lips. They were much bigger than hers, protruding outward. “Why?” she mumbled, lost in her contemplation of my cunt.

“It’s more fun when someone has their mouth on you. It’s easier for them to lick you without getting hair in their mouth,” I said.

“Wow,” she mumbled yet again, drawing another chuckle from me — one she didn’t appear to notice. Her hand came up, slowly reaching forward, then stopped as she looked up at me. I said, “Absolutely anything you want to do.”

She took a deep breath and moaned slightly as she looked back at where her finger touched my pussy lips. I grunted and my hips twitched, causing her to pull her hand back and look up at me. “It felt good,” I said.

She licked her lips and looked back at my pussy, but didn’t reach up.

Not looking at my face, she said “I don’t know what you mean by ‘anything’, Mom. Can I pinch you?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“Spank you?” she asked.

“Yes,”

Her breathing was fast and hard as she said, “Lick you?”

“Yes.”

“Will you… will you do me now?” she mumbled.

“Anytime, anywhere,” I said with a grin.

She stood up and dropped her shorts and panties before sitting on the table and saying, “Now… now, Mom… hurry!” as her hands shook.

I sat in the chair and thrust my face into her pussy, licking hard and fast as I held her hips and she put her legs around my head. She was leaning back on her hands, her head thrown back as she moaned and squealed, humping my face as my tongue drove inside her channel, then dug hard as it slipped along her pussy.

I could feel where her clit was trying to push free, so I reached up to spread her pussy wide, allowing it to just barely protrude. When my tongue hit it, she screamed like a banshee and sprayed me down again, clamping her legs powerfully across my head, squeezing me hard. I let my tongue tap her a couple of time as she threw her thin body around on the table.

I was a total mess when she finished, my face and hair covered in juice. When she relaxed, I pulled her into my lap and held her as she let her head roll back and her eyes stare into nothing. It took about five minutes before she recovered, then she gave a small sob as she hugged me tightly.

“That was so good,” she said quietly into my shoulder.

I just rocked her to me until she was ready to stand up.

She struggled onto her feet, then held the table until her legs stabilized. She looked down at me for a moment, then said, “Can we go to the living room?”

I stood up and walked in, her following and casting questioning looks at me. She sat in the middle of the couch and nervously chewed her lip as she looked up at me. “Anything,” I said with a smile.

She nodded, still nervous as she said, “I… I want to… to give you a… a spanking” she said with a catch in her voice.

I nodded and laid down over her lap, my hips across her legs. She was breathing heavily again as she looked down at me, then her breath caught as her hand rested on my ass. Mine did too. She started rubbing it in circles slowly — gauging my reaction, I think. I sighed in enjoyment, finally enjoying her touch. Her other hand came down to stroke along my back while her right still went in circles. She paused for a second, then gave me a light swat on the butt. Holding her hand down and saying “Is… is that okay?”

“Hard, soft, or whatever. Anything you want. My body is your toy to play with,” I said quietly.

She gasped again, her hand clenching slightly before rising up and giving me a slightly harder swat. She did this a couple more times, getting harder on each one until the last probably left a handprint. She stopped then and let her hand rest there as I moaned slightly in excitement. When her hand slid down my thigh I gave a louder moan, waiting tensely. She let it run up and down for a while, then started sliding up hesitantly, letting me know what she was building up the nerve for.

It took her a couple of tries before her fingers touched my pussy, then immediately pulled away. She froze for a second, then did it again, letting her fingers stay longer. After three touches, she left them there, drawing a long moan from me. That seemed to excite her as she started running her fingers lightly along my pussy, almost tickling me in their light touch. I was very wet, and I could feel her spreading the juice around.

Her fingers hit my clit, drawing a gasp from me, causing her to freeze for a second. When I stayed still she touched it again, then let her finger trace it before saying, “Is this your clitoris?”

I gasped out a “Yes!”

She was just exploring, so I couldn’t get to an orgasm as her fingers touched, traced, and poked me. She froze again when her finger strayed into my channel. I waited tensely as she reached a decision, then pushed my head down and moaned loudly as she started sliding it in. She didn’t ask any questions this time, just pushed in as deep as she could go, then pulled it out. She started doing this, sort of thrusting slowly in and out for a while, then stopped as I was getting close to an orgasm. I don’t think she realized it, just decided to try something else.

She put a second finger in and continued thrusting. I was grunting and moaning when she hit three fingers, my pussy dripping now as her continued rhythm pushed me to the edge. I groaned when she stopped, panting heavily, but followed it with a high pitched ‘Ahh” as she forced four fingers in. Her hands were small and thin, so it didn’t fill me, but it was awkward. Her thumb was pushing on my ass crack as she started fucking me with four fingers. My hips were grinding down on her legs as I grunted with each thrust. My head went back sharply when I finally came with a loud “Yes!” I don’t squirt, but I’m sure I came in buckets as the spasms swept from my pussy to my head and back again.

“Wow,” Amber muttered as she watched me orgasm.

I eventually stood up, then sat down next to her, totally relaxed. She was idly letting a finger run through her slit, thinking deeply about things.

“Shower?” I asked. She nodded, so we went into the bathroom and started getting cleaned up.

Amber was watching me closely as we washed together in the shower, still thinking about things. “Will you shave me too?” she asked.

I grabbed the shaving cream and a razor. Pulling up the stool, I knelt down as she sat and let me spread cream on her. It didn’t take long, since she didn’t have much hair, but it was very pretty when we were done. She gave me an uncertain look, then nodded down at herself. I grinned and grabbed her ass to hold her as I ate her to a mild orgasm. It was much better bare.

She looked tired and relaxed as we lay down on the bed. I looked at the clock and saw it was only 10AM.
We slept for an hour, then I woke up to feel her touching my breast. I was lying on my back with her on my right side, her right hand lightly touching it as I woke up. She pulled back when I opened my eyes, looking a little uncertain. “Anything,” I said with a smile.

Amber nodded and let her hand come back up and rub across my nipple. I laid there quietly as she touched and explored my breasts. She was staring, fascinated by what she was doing as her hand pinched my nipple, hearing me moan slightly. Eventually she leaned up a little, her face close to my breast, her eyes looking a question at me.

“Anything,” I whispered, then watched as her mouth came down to lick my breast. I half closed my eyes and groaned loudly at the feel of her delicate lips. She lost track of time as she licked, kissed, sucked and nibbled on me. I was grunting and sweating by the time she’d had enough. My pussy was soaked and I was dying to come, my hips rising and falling slowly.

She eventually pulled back, looking at me as I twitched in front of her. She sat up with her legs crossed, looking down at me, her hands twitching uncertainly for a moment, then said “I… I’m not…”

I was breathing heavily as I sat up and took her hand. Looking her in the eye I said, “Today I’m not your mom. Today I’m your slave. Nothing you do today will be held against you. You want to spank me hard, you can. You want me to pull my panties off and masturbate in front of you, I will. You want to shove your hand in my pussy, you can. You want to lick me or even fuck me, you can.”

She was panting a little when I finished, but said “Can… can you show me how…how to lick you?”

I grinned and flopped back, spreading my legs, saying, “Spend some time doing it first, then I can tell you what feels good.”

Amber slowly knelt between my legs, then moved forward until she was propped on her elbows with her face above my pussy. I was moaning when her lips came down to kiss the top. She just kissed for a while, looking closely as I ground my ass into the bed. I was excited beyond belief to see her pretty face between my legs.

When she started licking around it, then let her tongue touch inside, I came with a sharp scream. Thrusting my hips into her face, my pussy spasmed hard as a surge went from my cunt to my head. I lost track of things for a moment, then blinked until I could see her looking up at me from between my legs. When she saw me looking she said, “Wow.”

She went back to licking when I calmed down, her tongue more forceful now that she knew what felt good. She found my extended clitoris, but realized after a couple of times that it was very sensitive. Her tongue got tired after pushing into me as deeply as possible, so she put a finger in, watching as it penetrated me. She pumped it for a while, watching my ass push up and down in rhythm with her thrusts before spending time seeing how many fingers she could fit in me. Her hands were so small and thin that she could probably fit her whole hand, but I didn’t say anything when she stopped at four. Getting fist fucked by my daughter was something for another day.

I was tossing my head back and forth, waves of pleasure surging through me as she worked, when she said, “What would feel good now?”

I moaned loudly, my pussy swelled by her fingers pumping in me, then said, “My clit, let your tongue lightly stroke it!”

Her face came down, her tongue touched me, and I surged against her with a half-scream, but held off the orgasm. I was gasping loudly, thrashing uncontrollably as she licked slowly across my inflamed clitoris.

When I finally came, it was one of the strongest orgasms I’d ever had. My hands clenched the sheets and my hips pushed up to arch off the bed as I screamed her name. Her fingers slipped out, but she kept her tongue on me as my pussy dripped juice and I moaned and cried through the waves of pleasure pulsing from my pussy. I eventually flopped back down, my eyes half closed and sweat matting my hair to my head.

She climbed up and laid down next to me as I panted, watching me with a look of interest on her face. “Did you like that?” she asked.

I laughed, turning to give her a hug as I said “Oh yes baby, I loved that. You’re a natural”

She gave me a shy smile, so I gave her a brief kiss and said, “I’m hungry, do you want lunch?”

She nodded quickly, saying, “Yeah. I’m starving!”

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