Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

I don’t think Jess came when I did, rubbing herself, although she might have. It was hard for me to tell, since my eyes were squeezed shut and I was kind of thrashing around in the bed, both hands clamped between my legs.

That was just such an amazing orgasm. They’re all great, of course, but this one — right after I’d admitted to someone for the first time that I wanted to have sex with my mom — was incredible. It seemed to go on forever, one big wave after the other exploding through my body making me shake all over and almost scream, except I couldn’t really make a sound since I didn’t have any breath.

Finally it came to an end.

I opened my eyes. Panting and licking my lips, I looked at Jess. “Sorry,” I said, with a shrug and a sheepish smile, “I just couldn’t help it.”

She was on her knees between my legs, one hand on her thigh, the other hand massaging her own pussy. “That’s okay, I don’t mind. I love watching you come.”

“Are you gonna, um, lick me now?”

As she slowly nodded, her eyes slid from my face down to my crotch. “Uh-huh. But are you, like, ready for that? It’s not too soon or anything?”

“No, I, it’s fine. I really want you to.”

“Okay.”

In the flickering candlelight, my beautiful girlfriend got down on the bed between my outstretched legs. She put her hands on the inside of my thighs, and she put her mouth on my pussy. Then she started licking, not just kissing now, and oh my god it felt so good!

I’d thought about this before, sort of, when I masturbated. As I lay in bed at night in my room and played with myself, I’d sometimes imagined doing it with Jess, and even with my mom, which always put me way over the top, made me come really hard.

Before we moved, and before I ever dreamed of having sexual fantasies about my own mother, I’d occasionally thought about doing it with a couple of the prettiest girls at my old school, or even with one of the teachers I really liked, Ms. Stewart. Usually, though, all I thought about was kissing them or maybe touching each other a little bit. Actually licking someone, or having someone lick me, just seemed too extreme. I honestly never thought it would happen until I grew up.

But now it was happening!

I pushed myself myself up onto my elbows so I could watch. Jess was licking my clit, her head sort of bobbing up and down, her pink tongue lapping like a kitten. It was totally amazing to see that.

“Jess, I, don’t stop, but—” my voice was scratchy, and I had to clear my throat, “don’t stop, keep doing that, I love it. But um, I just want to say, I love you, and I love that we’re doing this, that we’re actually having sex.”

She didn’t stop licking, but she smiled and her eyes glanced up into mine. With her tongue still working, licking and licking and licking, she nodded a little bit and said, “Uh-huh.”

It was just so great, so unbelievable that this was truly happening. I looked at Jess, at her adorably cute face. I looked around the room, at all the candles and up at the big poster on the wall that proclaimed her love for me, for everyone to see. Then I looked back down between my legs, at my smooth bald mound, glistening with her saliva and with my juices.

As I watched her continuing to lick me, I soon felt that wonderful surge starting deep down inside, kind of a swirling, bulging pressure that meant I was getting ready to come.

I groaned, my hips twitching. Jess looked up into my eyes again, another smile on her face. She didn’t stop licking, though. She kept it up, her tongue going up and down on my clit, again and again and again. I groaned louder as I watched her, my whole body starting to shake, and then suddenly — BOOM!! — I came in her mouth.

 

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“Whew,” said Karen, panting and pushing back her hair. “I really needed that.”

She licked her fingers, then used her wrists to wipe sweat from her forehead. Grinning at Nora, she added, “Ever since I saw you walking toward the car earlier, dressed that way, with your tits hanging out, I’ve been wanting to come.”

Nora looked down at her chest. She pulled the nearly transparent material of the gauzy blouse tight against her breasts. Her dark nipples protruded, plainly visible. “I guess it is a little extreme, isn’t it.”

“It’s perfect.”

“But what about you? Not wearing a single thing under that dress. What a slut you are!” Nora joked.

“That’s right,” Karen laughed, “I am a slut. A slut who needs to come many times every day.”

“Many times?”

“Many, many times.”

“Let’s get going then, get to my house, and maybe I can help you with that.”

Karen turned the key and started the engine. Before shifting into gear, however, she leaned over toward Nora, placing a hand behind her head and drawing her in for a long, wet kiss. “Mmm,” she smiled, as the kiss ended, “that’s a preview of coming attractions.”

 

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As I finished climaxing, still shaking and trembly, Jess got on top of me. I was gasping, almost choking, trying to catch my breath, but she put her mouth over mine and kissed me, shoving her tongue inside. It was obvious she was totally turned on. She was humping me as we kissed, rubbing her pussy on mine.

That brought me back to reality pretty fast. I reached down and grabbed her butt, pulling her against me, wrapping my legs around her, crossing my ankles over her thighs.

We didn’t say anything to each other, just kissed, so wet and hot, all messy and sloppy, both groaning and panting. She humped me faster and faster, actually fucking my pussy. I didn’t really think she’d be able to come that way, but it turned out I was wrong.

After only maybe a minute or so of this, of kissing and humping, rubbing her juicy pussy on mine, Jess suddenly went stiff. She squealed into my mouth, and I felt her warm body shuddering as she came.

 

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During the ride home, to Nora’s house, the two moms were mostly quiet. The music was off, the only sounds coming from outside as other vehicles swished by. Karen laid a hand on Nora’s thigh as she drove, gently caressing.

The atmosphere inside the luxury car was steamy, heady with the mixed fragrances of their perfume and their sex. Both women had come hard and rather wetly when they masturbated together. The leather seats would have to be cleaned.

Finally, perhaps ten or fifteen minutes into the trip, around halfway there, Karen spoke. “Are you, uh… are you okay with the girls… doing whatever they might be doing?”

Nora didn’t respond at first. She thought about it, and then said, “So, you really think they’re, um, that, that they’re lovers?”

Karen nodded, “Uh-huh, I do. I’m almost sure of it. But, I mean, does that bother you?”

Shaking her head, Nora chuckled and said, “No, it doesn’t bother me. Not at all.”

Then she took Karen’s hand in hers. Tugging up her skirt and opening her thighs, she pushed the other woman’s fingers down between her legs, rubbing them against her lacy black thong, which was soaked with her juices.

“In fact,” Nora said, “I’ve, uh, I’ve thought about that a lot of times. Masturbated about it, thinking about them, about our two little girls having sex.”

Karen grinned. “Yeah, I know. Thinking about them that way makes me so hot.”

 

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We just kept kissing after that, after Jess came on me, fucking me. We turned on our sides, though, facing one another, and our kisses were softer now. Some of the candles had gone out, and the room was getting a little darker. We lay like that for a long time, gently caressing, tenderly kissing, like two lovers, which we were, a pair of young girls very much in love.

After a while, Jess said, “What do you think our moms are doing?”

“I don’t know, but, um, maybe… just like we are?”

“Yeah, maybe. I hope so.”

“Me too.”

“Wouldn’t it be great,” Jess smiled, “if they, you know, kinda fell in love, like us? If our moms were lovers, and we were lovers? Wouldn’t that be awesome?”

“Yeah, it would,” I nodded. “That would be totally great.”

I didn’t add, however, what I was thinking — that the most awesome thing of all would be if our mothers wanted not only to have sex with each other, but with us too.

 

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Karen pulled into the driveway and parked the car, turning off the engine. She paused for a moment, then said, “Um, I, before we do… anything else tonight, I have one more confession. There’s something else I need to tell you about.”

“There is?” Nora frowned. “What is it?”

“Well, you know how I told you I have an addiction? How I can’t stop masturbating?”

“Sure, but, I mean, I do it a lot too.”

“I know,” Karen said, “but I’m talking all the time. I have to come, like, fifteen or twenty times a day, at least. That’s pretty much all I do. I sit at home and watch porn and masturbate. Sometimes I’ll have sex, but mostly it’s just… myself. I love playing with myself, and I need to. It’s, like I said, it’s an addiction.”

“Okay…”

“And, um, see, the thing is, I do it with, I mean, just, in front of whoever’s there. It doesn’t matter if someone’s around. Whether it’s my friends, or the maids. Or, you know, my daughter, or—”

“Jessica?” Nora interrupted. “You’ve done it front of her?”

“Uh-huh, I have, lots and lots of times, plenty of times, ever since she was just little.”

“Wow.”

“But—”

“Wait.” Nora interrupted again. “Are you saying, not only in front of Jessica, but, but also…”

“Uh-huh,” said Karen, nodding. “Lia has seen me too, your daughter. She’s watched me quite a few times during the last couple of weeks, since she started coming over to our house.”

“Oh my god.” Nora brought a hand to her mouth.

“I’m sorry,” Karen rushed to apologize. “I know I shouldn’t have. It was wrong to do that without asking you, or telling you. But I, I just couldn’t help it. I can’t help it. I have to come, constantly, no matter who happens to be there.”

Nora was breathing very fast. Her hand moved from her mouth down to her breast. She squeezed it, pinching the nipple hard through the thin material of her blouse. “Oh my god,” she said again.

“Are you… okay?”

“Karen,” Nora said, “do you mean, you, that my daughter has seen you masturbate?”

“Uh-huh. And, well, and more too. She’s… she’s watched me having sex with Sophie and with Freja, my maids.”

“She has? Really?”

“Yes, she has.”

Nora laughed out loud. “Oh my god, that is so fucking hot,” she said. “That’s so hot, and so fucking great. I can’t believe it!”

“So, you — you don’t mind?”

“Mind? I love it!”

 

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We were still kissing, lying on our sides in Jessica’s bed, but now our hands had gone down between one another’s legs, fingers penetrating our pussies. As Jess and I made out in the romantic candlelight, we were fucking each other.

And then she said something kind of funny.

“I’m so glad you’re a girl.”

“What? What do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean, you’re my best friend ever, Lia, and you’re really nice and really smart and everything. I just love you so much, and I think probably I’d still love you even if you were a boy… but I’m really glad you’re not, though, ‘cause I like girls a lot more than I like boys.”

“Well, yeah, I do too.”

Pushing her finger in deeper, she said, “I like girls, ‘cause they have pussies.”

That made me giggle a little bit. “Yeah. Me too.”

“I love pussy,” Jess whispered, as she kissed me and fucked me. “I love my own pussy, you know, the way it feels and tastes. And I love your pussy too, Lia. I love you, and I love your pussy.”

“Yeah, me too. I love you, and I love your pussy.”

We were both giggling now, saying silly things to each other, but at the same time we were totally turned on. Our bodies felt like they were burning hot, slippery and sweaty, almost melting together.

I fucked Jess, she fucked me, we kissed and laughed and talked about sex, with our pussies getting wetter and juicier, our fingers moving faster and faster inside. And then I felt my orgasm approaching.

“Jess, I — I’m gonna come!”

“Me too, don’t stop! Fuck me harder!!”

 

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Nora grabbed Karen’s hand, squeezing it. “Come on, let’s go inside, right now. I’m gonna fuck you so hard tonight, fuck your brains out.”

“Okay,” Karen laughed. “Sounds good to me.”

Exiting the car, the two moms rushed toward the house, hand in hand. They didn’t much farther than that, however. Once inside, with the front door closed, they fell into each other’s arms, kissing wetly, bodies humping in a frenzy.

 

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Jess and I climaxed together, fingers pushed deep inside our pussies. It all felt so perfect to me. Here I was, with the girl I loved, naked in her bed, kissing and having hot sex. I almost couldn’t imagine anything better.

Except, maybe, just one thing: if our moms were there with us.

And once again, thinking about incest, about sex with my own mother — while I was right in the middle of an orgasm — made me come even harder.

It was so amazing to me how that happened, that my brain would keep on working even while my body was shaking and shuddering, my pussy practically exploding. But it did happen. I pictured our two moms there, naked in bed with me and Jess, holding us, touching us, kissing us, and it just made my orgasm go on and on and on.

 

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Karen fumbled with the buttons on Nora’s blouse. “Get this — get this off. I wanna see your tits.”

“Okay,” Nora chuckled, quickly opening the blouse and exposing her breasts. She saw that Karen had her hand down between her own legs, inside the slit of her wrap-around dress. The sexy woman was masturbating as she watched Nora.

“Take your dress off,” Nora suggested.

“Yeah, okay.”

A narrow sash around the waist and a couple of buttons were all that held the dress closed. Karen undid them, and threw the garment back, letting it fall to the floor. She stepped out of her heels, and stood naked before Nora.

“Mmm, very hot,” Nora grinned. Leaning down, she undid the straps on her shoes and took them off, then unzipped her skirt and pushed it down along with her thong panties. Now both women were nude.

“My god,” said Karen, as she stared at Nora’s chest. “Those fucking tits. So nice.” Her right hand was on her pussy again, rubbing her clit, while her left hand fondled her own breasts.

Nora paused a moment, allowing the other woman to have a good look at her, then purred, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

 

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“Are you okay?” Jess asked me.

“Y-yeah, I’m, I’m good.”

It was hard to speak. I had to choke the words out as I gasped for breath, my body trembling. She and I were lying side by side, foreheads together, our naked bodies sweaty and steamy, feverish with lust.

“Jeez, I mean, sometimes when you come, it’s like, I think you’re going crazy,” she said.

“I know… I know, I just can’t help it.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind. In fact, I love it. It’s really sexy. I just, you know, I wonder if you’re actually okay.”

I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“But what, I mean, what do you think makes it happen that way?”

“Well, um,” I hesitated for a second, then decided to be honest with her. “It’s because of what I’m thinking about, when I’m coming. I mean, it’s, well, the way you kiss me and touch me and everything, that just gets me so hot.”

“Okay.”

“But then, um, when I think about our moms, you know, about them having sex with us, all four of us together, that’s what makes me go totally crazy.”

“You think about that?” she asked. “About having sex with your mom, and with my mom?”

“Yeah, I do. A lot.”

Jess kissed my lips, then whispered, “Me too. I think about it all the time, Lia. I don’t know if it’ll ever really happen, but god, it just makes me so hot.”

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