Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Tater Tot

When I awakened, Deanna was already up, and came back into the bedroom to pounce on me and give me lots of kisses before saying, “God, last night was awesome. You’re like the queen of pussy eating.” Then we both giggled our way to the shower, where she got down on her knees and practiced licking me until I came.

Her mom was making breakfast, and I gave her a kiss on the cheek and said, “Good morning, Mrs. C. It looks great. I’m starving.”

“Girls, I have to go to the office for a couple of hours, but I’ll be back by lunch,” Mrs. C said. Deanna had told me her mom had to work a lot, and it made me feel bad for them.

“Okay, Mom. Is there anything you want us to do — or at least me?” Deanna said with a laugh. “I guess I shouldn’t volunteer Amber to wash clothes or anything.”

Her mom laughed and said, “No, honey, I don’t think we need to bring in outside labor when we have you to do it all.”

“I really don’t mind,” I said, still eating. “Mom has to work today too, and I know how much that sucks when you really want to be at home.”

“Yes,” Mrs. C said, sort of quietly, then shrugged and took her plate to the sink. “Sooner started, sooner done. I’ll see you girls in a couple of hours.”

I helped Deanna do the dishes, then gathered a load of laundry while Deanna vacuumed. I had just started the washing machine when she slipped in behind me and wrapped her arms around me to grab my barely-there tits.

“I want to lick you right here,” she said, then slid my running shorts down, turning me to face her, kneeled and started licking. I shrugged and went with it.

She kept my shorts on for a moment — reminding me of Mom, which made me extra hot, but then slipped them off so she could spread my legs. She was getting better at giving oral, and it took only a couple of minutes for her to make me come. She licked me clean, then hopped up to share my taste with me in a hot tongue kiss.

“Tastes good,” she said as she let me go.

I giggled and said, “Yeah. Non-fattening too.”

That got us both laughing as we walked back to the living room. She spread a blanket over the couch, and had me sit on it. She straddled my lap and began kissing me again.

We made out for a while in a relaxed kind of way, then she leaned back and said, “I passed out last night. I was hoping to be awake when you came back from having sex with Mom.”

I grasped the hem of her top and pulled it off, then began to massage her breasts in an absent-minded way as I said, “Yeah, I thought about molesting you in your sleep, but figured I could wait.”

“You should have woke me up. I would’ve been happy to do the molesting myself.” She giggled. “Mom told me she didn’t get the chance to do you. She said that you made her pass out, too. Damn, Amber, you could be, like, a sex burglar — fuck everyone into a coma, then rob the house.”

I tweaked her nipple as we laughed, then I said, “You guys tell each other everything? We and Mom do.”

“Yeah,” she said, then looked guilty. “Does that bother you? I can stop talking to her about you, if you want.”

“No,” I said, running my hands along her sides, “it just seems kind of… intimate, I guess.”

Deanna looked kind of sad at that, then sighed and slid off my lap to sit beside me. “Honestly, Amber… do you think we’re weird?”

I turned sideways to face her and took her hand before saying, “No, Deanna. I think it’s great. It’s just not something I expect from other people.”

She looked pensive now. “I know what you mean. All those stupid skanks talking about their moms as if they were doing them some great favor by being their kids. Most of them are too stupid to figure out having sex makes them pregnant, and they think anyone really wants them.”

That came out really bitter and angry, so I gave her hand a squeeze. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

A tear dripped out of her eye and she said, “Kathy Dernon called Mom a dyke yesterday. You know that’ll be all over school by Monday, too. It’s n-not fair that a stupid slut like her can trash my mom and get away with it!”

Deanna was really crying now, so I pulled her to me and hugged her tightly, not really sure what to say. If someone said something bad about my mom I would probably go berserk, but I also knew that would only make things worse.

I spoke soothingly to her. “I’m sorry she’s a total douche, but I know your mom is awesome. If Dernon says anything to me, I’ll punch her in the face and tell everyone she was bullying me and I had to stand up for myself.”

Deanna giggled — still crying, oddly enough. The girl laughed all the time, which should let anyone who was interested know what a great mom she had. Hell, I was a fourteen-year-old girl and I could see that.

She wiped her eyes. “Anyway, being able to talk about this stuff is nice.” She looked sideways at me. “I think it kind of excites her to listen to me talk about doing stuff with you, but I don’t mind. I would do anything to make Mom happy. That’s why I like that you have sex with her, since I c…” She sputtered out, then turned bright red before continuing, “Um… I can’t see her g-getting another girlfriend.”

So, I thought, that’s what it is.

I pulled Deanna against me, her back resting against my chest, and wrapped both arms around her. I kissed her neck softly for a while, then began to massage her breasts as I told her about my first time with her mother. I took it slowly and gave a lot of details, and finally slipped a hand into her pants and started stroking her.

By the time I reached the part where her mom came, she thrust her hips up until her body was straight as a board, then screamed out in orgasm. Deanna was so juicy that it felt like she’d just peed on my hand.

When she collapsed back into my arms, I brought my fingers up to her face and let her lick them clean.

“Thank you,” she whispered, now sounding drowsy.

I tapped her on the nose and said, “No sleeping. I want to do a sixty-nine and I need a partner.”

At that, she regained her strength quickly and manhandled me to the bottom, then stripped off her shorts and mine before climbing on to me, thrusting her totally soaked pussy in my face. Her shaved pussy looked really good, and I wondered if Mom thought mine was this sexy.

Deanna’s and Mrs. C’s pussies were more pronounced in a way, the lips larger. Deanna’s was tight and small looking, and it was fun running my tongue through her slit. I had to burrow in to get to her clit, the way her legs were set, but then I noticed that her ass was available. Smiling a little, I got a finger nice and juicy and introduced Deanna to having a finger in her rectum.

She squealed loudly and tensed up when I pushed in, saying, “What the hell… oh, Jesus!”

I chuckled and went back to licking her as she alternately tensed and relaxed. When I licked she would try to relax, then tense again as my finger slipped a little farther into her ass.

After a while she was really getting hit and miss about working on my pussy, so I paused and said, “Do you want me to keep fucking your butt with my finger?”

“Oh, God,” she mumbled. “Yes… God, yes.”

“Then make me come,” I said in an authoritative voice.

She dove in immediately, not even bothering to reply. I kept my finger in her ass, but didn’t move it as I relaxed and let her work. When I was getting close, I let my finger start moving slowly, and my tongue gently brushed her clit.

By the time I was coming, so was Deanna, which made it pretty awesome. My pussy was spurting as hers was spraying my face, making it almost seem like I was doing it to myself.

We sort of collapsed, but both looked over to the side when we heard a soft moan. Her mom was standing in the kitchen doorway, obviously having just come in from the garage, and was staring at us, mesmerized.

When I slid out from under Deanna and got to my feet, Mrs. C froze and turned as if to flee into the kitchen. I quickly moved over to where she stood, put my arms around her and whispered, “Stop.” She did, so then I said, “Close your eyes.”

I waited, and she finally obeyed with a tiny whimper. Leading her back to the living room, I had her stand in front of the lounge chair and, as I unbuttoned her white shirt, whispered, “Don’t open your eyes, Mrs. C. Enjoy this, let it be whatever you want it to be.”

I pushed her back on the chair and knelt in front of her. I slid my hands under her skirt, then took her panties down, moving slowly. Once I had her undies off, I brought them to my face. They were pretty wet.

“Keep those eyes closed,” I reminded her. Then I turned to Deanna. She was staring wide-eyed at her mother.

I walked over and leaned down to whisper, “This is between your mom and I, but I want you to watch us.” Giving her the panties, I added, “Hold these to your face and masturbate while I fuck your mother.”

She moaned loudly, getting a moan in response from her mom. I went back, knelt in front of Mrs. C and said, “Your daughter needs to be punished, so I’m making her watch me fuck you. You don’t mind, right?”

Mrs. C thrust her hips up a little, and she let out a hard grunt as her head lolled back. I fondled her breasts through her bra, “Do you?”

“N-no,” she sobbed, “No.”

I tweaked her nipples, then put my hands down to shove her skirt up and out of the way. Pushing her legs apart, I leaned in and began kissing my way up each of her thighs, moving from one to the other, all the way to her pussy, then I buried my mouth in the juicy flesh and started enjoying her.

She got off in less than a minute, then I almost laughed when I heard Deanna come herself about three seconds later.

After that first orgasm, I worked Mrs. C close to another, then said, “Don’t come yet,” before starting to work a finger in and out of her pussy.

After a couple of minutes of that, Mrs. C was thrashing and making loud sobbing cries. I looked back at Deanna and said, “Tell your mom when it’s okay for her to come.”

“Oh, God!” Mrs. C screamed, her whole body arching up from the chair as she desperately fought her need to get off. I pushed two fingers in and began thrusting as she howled and screamed all kinds of bad words before Deanna finally said, “You can come, Mom.”

I thought the woman might go into cardiac arrest! Her whole body seized up and she let out a high pitched squealing sound, held it for a few seconds, then her pussy squirted right into my face. Twice!

Mrs. C screamed so loud that it scared me a little, and I had to hold on to keep her from falling out of the chair. When she was finished, she opened her eyes, gasped something, then went out like a light.

I turned to see Deanna on the couch with her feet up, legs spread, one hand on her pussy and the other clutching her mom’s panties to her mouth.

I walked over, knelt in front of her and said, “Taste your mother on my face.” She kissed me hard and deep, then licked and sucked every trace of her mom from my mouth and chin, saying “Oh, God” every few seconds. Then I had her moaning my name as I slowly pushed a finger into her pussy while she licked the fingers of my other hand clean. She came for me, then slumped over.

I led a dazed Deanna to back to her bedroom to lie down. When I got back to the living room, I got Mrs. C conscious enough to move over to the couch. I removed her shirt and her bra, then straddled her lap and kissed her until she was aware of me again.

I leaned back some, Mrs. C’s hands grasping my hips to keep me from falling, and started to massage her breasts as I tried to decide what I wanted to do next.

Leaning in, I gave Mrs. C a soft kiss, then murmured, “I don’t want to do anything to hurt you guys. I like how you do things and I would like to keep doing them with you. Deanna wants me to make you happy, and you don’t seem to mind me being with her, right?”

Mrs. C was enjoying the feel of my hands as they fondled her beautiful breasts, but she looked kind of conflicted as she listened to me.

I frowned. “Did you think what we just did was bad?”

She sighed and closed her eyes, finally saying, “I watched the two of you having sex, then sat here and let you do what you wanted to me. I’m not enough of a hypocrite to say anyone was wrong.”

I leaned down to capture a nipple and suck on it for a moment, then raised my head to say, “Do you want to keep this completely separate, then? I can’t fuck you guys in front of each other?”

Mrs. C was cupping my ass as my hands worked her breasts, and her head stayed back, eyes closed as she said, “I don’t know. It was s-so exciting. But… but, it — I’m her mother!”

I put my face against hers, kissed her neck, then said, “Set boundaries. Fun time and normal times. With me and Mom, everything is forgotten and forgiven during fun time.”

I went back to massaging her breasts again, really getting excited now myself. They were larger than Mom’s, though not as firm. I focused on them for a while, stroking them, then licking and sucking her nipples as I dripped juices on her skirt. Mrs. C’s hands were stroking my back, her eyes closed as I worshipped her tits.

Then I got a little freaky. I’m not sure what drove me to it, but I slid her down on her back, grabbed her hair and pushed Mrs. C’s head down, grinding my pussy against her breasts. Her hands came up to grip my ass as I grunted and yelled bad words — then a minute later, soaked Mrs. C’s breasts in my juices.

When I looked down, she was wide-eyed and massively excited, so I rolled her on her front, then climbed between her legs. I fondled her bottom for a moment as she moaned into the cushions, then got her to slide up, kneeling on the couch with her face in the cushions and her ass in the air.

I lowered my face down until it was just above Mrs. C’s ass, which was totally smeared with pussy juice. I stuck my tongue out and slowly dragged it down the length of her ass crack until it hit her pussy. She gave a screeching kind of moan as I did it, then a harsh sob as I licked back upwards and stopped at her asshole.

“God, Amber,” Mrs. C moaned softly, then, “Uh… Oh, God!” she squealed as I pushed my tongue in. I began fucking her asshole with my tongue as she squealed and moaned, begging me to do something I couldn’t make out.

My tongue was beginning to get tired when Mrs. C came. I held on as she cried and screamed a couple of bad words, then finally settled down with her face turned sideways, couch cushions tossed around, and her ass stuck straight in the air. She was kind of going “Uh, uh, uh,” as I sat up and stepped away, admiring her ass, thinking about having to spank it at some point.

I shook my head and smiled at what a sex fiend I was, then got Mrs. C to lie down and relax. She was fast asleep when I put a blanket over her and headed to Deanna’s room.

My whole body smelled like pussy, so a shower was a must. I woke Deanna up with a couple of kisses, then dragged her to the shower with me.

“You’re like some kind of sex goddess,” Deanna said with a grin as she washed my tits. One thing for sure, I always had clean breasts with her around.

I shrugged and said, “Just trying to have fun.”

When we’d rinsed off we filled the tub, a larger Jacuzzi-type that I totally envied, and slid down inside. Deanna wanted to hold me and play with my breasts, so I leaned back against her as we talked.

“I like you guys a lot,” I said, “You love each other and have fun. None of the other girls at school seem to know how much their moms do for them. I figure if you can’t even get along with your mom, you have to be a total douche.”

Deanna giggled in my ear, making me grin at how pompous I sounded. “That might just be the sex talking,” I said with a snort.

She laughed and twirled my nipples. “I was the same way, I guess, until I saw Mom with that woman that night. She seemed so tired and sad, and I realized she was working all the time. I realized every day she got up and went to work, but she also made me breakfast and cleaned the house first. Mom never went anywhere because she had to work, and I wondered if she ever did anything for herself.”

I stayed quiet as she absentmindedly massaged my breasts.

“So I tried to start helping. I wanted her to have time to… you know… be with someone if she wanted, but she always spent her time with me instead. I told her she should go out, and that I knew she… you know, she liked women.”

Deanna was quiet for a little while, then she said, “That made her cry. I felt so bad, but Mom told me that it wasn’t anything I said… she just hated that she couldn’t spend more time with me.

“So… so I just tried to be… here, I guess,” Deanna said slowly. “Then we met, and you, you know… made her happy. We talked about it.

“She was… embarrassed, I guess — but I told her what we had done, and that made her… excited. When we talked about it, it was like something we shared, or… I don’t know…”

Her hands stopped moving as she thought, then she said, “It was just perfect, I guess. We could spend time together, but she could have sex too. Mom was so happy this week!”

She tweaked one of my nipples. “So, what did you do with her, anyhow?”

I giggled and said, “Well, are you sure you want to know? It’s pretty shocking for young ears.”

We were cracking up. “You’ll have to tell me now!” she said.

“Well,” I said, “first, I played with your Mom’s tits, since they’re really awesome. Then I got a little crazy and pushed her down and kind of rubbed my pussy on them until I came.”

Deanna moaned loudly at that, making me pause. When she gasped, “Then?”

I giggled and said, “Well then, I rolled her over so I could get a good look at her ass.”

When I didn’t say anything more, Deanna pushed me. “Then? God, Amber, tell me!”

I turned toward her with a wicked grin and said, “You have to masturbate for me while I tell you. I want to see a finger in that pussy.”

By then, poor Deanna was almost frantically excited, so she slid up to the side of the tub, leaned against the wall and slowly pushed a finger inside her pussy with a whimper. Her eyes were closed as she said, “Tell me, damn it!”

I moved to a kneeling position so I could put my face by Deanna’s as I whispered, “Then I played with her ass for a while. Her cheeks are so beautiful and tight. Your Mom was moaning the whole time, but I finally made her kneel with her ass in the air and her face on the couch.”

Deanna’s finger was making squelching noises as she frantically fucked herself.

“Then,” I said softly, “I leaned forward and put my face close to her ass. Your Mom’s pussy juices had run down into the crack of her ass. I put my tongue at the top of her hole and dragged it all the way down to her pussy.”

Deanna let out a loud moan, a really loud moan, but didn’t come.

I leaned even closer, so she could feel my breath as I said, “Then I ran my tongue back up and stopped on her asshole.” I waited for a sob from Deanna before saying, “Your Mom was shaking all over, moaning and breathing hard as I began to tongue fuck her ass.”

Deanna wrapped her hands and legs around me and came with a horribly loud scream. She was frantically humping me, and damned if she didn’t even scratch me a little as she thrashed around.

It took a while for Deanna to stop twitching, then she just held me close and sobbed in my ear. I finally guided the two of us back into the water with her sitting in my lap, since she wouldn’t let me go.

When I looked up, Mrs. C. was standing in the door, a smile on her face as she watched us naked and cuddling in the tub. I was cupping Deanna’s tits as I mouthed, “I want to fuck you,” to Mrs. C.

The smile stayed, but it turned a little wicked, and her eyes shone with excitement.

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