Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Your Ghost

{ This story was originally posted at The Kristen Archives in 2006 }

 Twelve year old Melissa Hunt studied the TV schedule while her mom flipped through the channels. There didn’t appear to be anything on, though. Lizzie McGuire, Melissa’s favorite show, had just ended, and now there was just dumb cop shows and doctor shows and reality shows. There were movies, too, on cable, but none of them sounded interesting.

She was just about ready to throw the schedule down and go into her room to play on the computer when her mother Gwen said, “Let’s watch this.”

Melissa looked up and saw a strange and unexpected image on the TV screen: a girl in a bunny costume, singing in a nightclub.”What is it?” she asked, wrinkling her nose.

“It’s called Better Than Chocolate,” Gwen replied, holding the remote out in front of her like a divining rod. “It’s a love story.”

“Okay.”

Melissa loved love stories. But as she snuggled up to her mom and watched the movie, she realized that this wasn’t like any love story she’d ever seen. For one thing, there weren’t any cute guys in it except for the one girl’s brother, and for another thing, it was the two main girls who were in love. They’re lesbians, Melissa realized.

They kept kissing and hugging each other over and over again, and flirting with each other… they even took a shower together, and painted each other’s bodies while they were naked. Puzzled, Melissa furrowed her brow. Why would her mother want to watch something like this? Or let her watch it, for that matter?

Not that Melissa thought it was bad or anything. In fact, it was kinda cool. The girls were really pretty, and they sure seemed to be in love. She thought it unfair that people would hate them just because they were both girls.

By the time the movie was over and love had triumphed, Melissa had decided that there wasn’t anything at all wrong with girls who wanted to be together that way.”How about some ice cream?” Gwen asked, stretching her arms.

“Sure!” Melissa replied with a big grin. She loved ice cream, even more than love stories.

“Come on, then.”

Melissa followed her mom into the kitchen. She fetched the bowls, the spoons and the ice cream scoop while Mom got the ice cream from the fridge. Chocolate, her favorite.

They sat across from each other at the table and Mom started scooping big globs of double fudge into the bowls.

“So, tell me, hon,” Gwen said as she worked, “what did you think of the movie?”

“Well,” Melissa replied, “the title of the movie was wrong.”

“Wrong? Why?”

“Because there’s nothing better than chocolate.”

Mom laughed a little and said, “Oh, I don’t know about that. There are a lot of very yummy things in this world.”

“Nothing as yummy as this,” Melissa said, then put a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth.

“For one thing,” Gwen said with a smile, “I think that you’re pretty yummy, my sweet little girl.” She placed her hand on Melissa’s knee. “So… other than the title,” Gwen went on, “what did you think of the movie? Did you like it?”

Melissa shrugged, swallowed her ice cream, and said, “Yeah… it was cool.” She wanted to say more, but wasn’t exactly sure what.

“I thought it was very romantic,” Gwen offered. “And I like love stories with happy endings, too… don’t you?”

“Yeah. Sad endings suck.”

Gwen chuckled, then asked, “So… what did you think of the girls? Did you think they were pretty?”

“The girl with the red curly hair sure was. The other girl was too, but she wasn’t nearly as pretty as the red-haired girl. She was beautiful.”

“I think so, too,” Gwen said. She spooned some of her ice cream, swallowed, then asked, “What about the fact that they were both girls? Did that bother you at all?”

Melissa shrugged again and said, “No, it was cool.” She was telling the truth, but at the same time she felt a little uncomfortable. It seemed kinda weird to be talking with her mom about lesbians.

“It didn’t bother me, either,” Gwen said. “I think if two people love each other, it shouldn’t matter whether they’re a boy and a girl, or whether they’re two girls, or whatever. If they love each other, then it should be okay for them to be together.”

“Yeah, it should,” Melissa said. “But a lot of people don’t like gay people. They think they’re sick, or whatever. This girl I know at school, Ronda Gabaldon, she says gay people are evil and will burn in hell when they die.”

“That’s bullshit,” Gwen said, which surprised Melissa; her mom didn’t usually talk like that. Plus, she seemed madder than she should have been.

Melissa swallowed another glob of ice cream, then said, “Yeah, well, Ronda Gabaldon’s pretty stupid.”

*****

At ten o’clock Melissa went in to take her nightly shower. She got the water going, made sure it wasn’t too hot, then quickly stripped off her clothes and got in. She grabbed the soap and began soaping herself down, starting with her shoulders and her arms, then her chest and stomach, then her butt, legs and feet. She made sure she got everything clean, then worked some shampoo into her long blonde hair. She kneaded it into a huge lather, scrubbed and massaged, until she was confident that her hair too was clean, then took the shower head down and rinsed all the shampoo out.

Once she was done with that, Melissa turned the heat down a little bit, so that it was more warm than hot, then adjusted the shower head from spray to pulsate. She leaned against the shower wall and began directing the water over her budding breasts, closing her eyes and smiling slightly at the immediate pleasure that coursed through her. She used her free hand to caress her chest as the water gently beat on her skin, fingertips gliding, squeezing and pulling, tapering over her hardening nipples.

As she touched herself, Melissa thought about Jason Miller. He was a ninth grader, two years ahead of her, the cutest boy in Melissa’s whole middle school. She imagined Jason touching her the same way she was touching herself.

It was her favorite sex fantasy for when she was in the shower or in bed, but for some reason she was finding it sort of difficult to focus. And then he just kind of drifted away altogether, replaced by an image of those two girls from the lesbian movie.

They were in the shower too, like they’d been in the movie — naked, wet and kissing each other passionately, their glistening bodies pressed together as they embraced. The red-haired girl began caressing the blonde girl’s boobs and playing with her nipples, then she dipped her head and started kissing and sucking them.

Melissa was a little startled by this vision, but only because she’d never really thought about girls like that before. She kinda liked the idea of the girls together, though, in love and doing loving sexy things to each other.

She decided to keep thinking about it as she sprayed warm pulsating water over her boobs — only now, instead of the blonde girl from the movie, she was the one in the shower with the red-haired girl. Melissa liked that even better. She imagined herself running her fingers through the girl’s curly hair as the redhead kissed and sucked her nipples and touched her between her legs. Melissa mimicked those touches with her own hand, alternating between her breasts and her pussy.

Then she imagined the red-haired girl getting down on her knees and kissing her down there, and as she imagined that she moved the pulsating shower head so that the water hit directly on her pussy.

Within seconds she felt an orgasm pour through her, causing her to gasp and shudder with the force of it. Then another one came, and another. Melissa was surprised, almost shocked; she’d never had that many orgasms all at once before, nor were they ever so intense, even when she was thinking about Jason. It was almost like the idea of making out with a girl was better than imagining it with a boy.

But of course, it can’t be, Melissa told herself as she put the shower head back and shut off the water. It’s just a leftover thing from watching that movie. There is no way I could be turning gay. Right…?

“I’m not a lesbian,” she muttered to no one as she toweled her body dry.

*****

Melissa and her mom went to bed at midnight. They only had one bedroom, and one bed, because Gwen had to work at a job that didn’t pay her much money. It had always been this way, but Melissa didn’t mind. In fact, she had always enjoyed sharing a bed with her mom; it made her feel safe, and she was comforted by the presence of another person sleeping next to her. Plus, if she wasn’t too tired, Mom liked to stay awake and talk for a little while. Melissa liked talking in bed at night.

Mom didn’t want to talk about the stuff she normally talked about, like Melissa’s schoolwork or the shopping they had to do the next day. Instead, she wanted to talk some more about the movie they’d watched. Actually, about the girls in the movie.

“So, you thought the red-haired girl was prettier?” Mom asked.

“Yeah,” Melissa replied cautiously.

They were lying side by side, Melissa on her back and Mom facing her, really close, an arm draped over Melissa’s stomach.

“Did you like watching them together? Kissing and touching each other? Making love?”

“Yeah,” Melissa said again, suddenly feeling embarrassed because of what she’d thought about in the shower. Feeling a little excited too, which also embarrassed her. “They didn’t show that much, though. I mean, they were naked and kissing and all that, but you didn’t get to see any real sex stuff.”

“Yeah, I know,” Gwen said, sounding a little disappointed. “It’s too bad. I would have liked seeing them have sex.” She slipped her hand under Melissa’s pajama top and began to lightly rub her tummy. “Would you have liked it if they’d shown that kind of thing?”

“I dunno. I guess I wouldn’t have minded it.” Melissa was very aware of how her mom was touching her. She knew that it wasn’t exactly what a mother was supposed to do with her daughter, but Mom had always given her nice caresses like this — and besides, it felt good, so she didn’t say anything.

“I would have liked it,” Mom went on. “The two of them kissing each other’s breasts. Sucking each other’s nipples. Licking each other’s pussies. Making love the way only two women can.”

Melissa was startled by her mom’s language; she’d never heard her talk like that before. The words didn’t really sound right, coming out of her mouth, but at the same time Melissa had the sense that they belonged there. That Mom had said those words, probably to other people, and that she was comfortable with them. Maybe even turned on by them.

Melissa had to admit to herself that they turned her on too. She thought again about the fantasy she’d had in the shower, where the red-haired girl had kissed her and touched her… except now, she replaced the red-haired girl with her mother. She pictured Mom behind her closed eyes, wet and soapy as she cupped Melissa’s small breasts with both hands — then, just as she was thinking this, as if her mind was being read, Melissa felt her mom’s hand move from her belly up to her chest.

Gwen’s palm slid almost casually over Melissa’s right breast, then began to lightly squeeze and fondle it. At the same time Mom leaned in close and kissed her gently on the cheek. Melissa turned her head and looked at her and Mom kissed her again, this time on the mouth.

Mom’s lips were cool and soft, and Melissa spontaneously returned her kiss. They kissed again, then a third time, and Melissa realized that they weren’t just doing something impulsive and momentary; they were making out. Like lesbians.

A small voice inside Melissa’s head said, You shouldn’t be doing this, she’s your mom, but another part of her, a silent and yet very strong part, seemed to take control of her. Her body acted on its own, her mouth returning Gwen’s kisses, lips parting eagerly to take her mom’s tongue inside, her hands roaming over her mother’s back and shoulders, then down to her breasts. Melissa caressed Mom the same way she was being caressed, lovingly sliding her hands over Mom’s much larger breasts, gently squeezing and pulling on them. She felt Mom’s nipples in her palms, and found herself wishing she could kiss and suck on them.

Suddenly Gwen pulled her mouth away from Melissa’s and, in a husky voice, said, “God, you are so beautiful.”

Melissa didn’t know whether she should say Thank you, or You’re beautiful too, or But Mom, I’m not gay. A second later it didn’t matter, because Gwen was kissing her daughter’s face and her neck, unbuttoning Melissa’s pajama top.

Then in another few seconds she was kissing Melissa’s babyish breasts, then licking them, swirling her tongue in little circles around Melissa’s nipples — and the girl found herself unable to speak anyway. She felt her nipples getting hard, and a warm fuzzy cloud was growing in her belly.

As Gwen licked and nibbled on Melissa’s nipples, her hand moved down into her child’s pajama bottoms, then into her panties, exploring there as she continued to lavish affection on her daughter’s breasts.

Melissa responded with gasps and moans, moving her hips and arching her back, wanting more even as she told herself that she shouldn’t be liking this so much. But she did. She loved it.

After another minute or so, Gwen kissed a path down to Melissa’s stomach, licking her bellybutton and making her giggle. Then suddenly she sat up, taking hold of the waistband of Melissa’s pajama bottoms. Melissa watched as her mom pulled them down her thin legs, over her ankles and feet, then did the same thing with her panties. Melissa was naked now except for her pajama top, which was open anyhow and showing everything. She knew she should be embarrassed, but all she could really feel right then was sort of nervous, but also very excited.

Slipping her hands under the backs of Melissa’s knees, Gwen moved the girl’s legs apart, then held them there as she gazed down at Melissa’s fully exposed pussy.

“Oh, so gorgeous,” she said. She dropped her head down between Melissa’s legs and pressed her lips against her pussy. She kissed her there, then began to slowly lick, tracing a line with her tongue along the soft folds.

Raising herself up on both elbows, Melissa watched as Mom pushed her nose into her sparse tuft of pubic hair, her tongue slithering all over her pussy and even poking inside.

She couldn’t believe this was actually happening — her own mom was having lesbian sex with her! — but what Melissa found even more difficult to believe was that she was loving it. Yeah, it felt strange, and tickled a little, but it felt nice too; the fuzzy cloud in her stomach was getting bigger and warmer, and soon it became so hot inside that she couldn’t help but cry out.

Gwen continued to make love to Melissa, slipping her tongue into her pussy, then sliding it up and down her lips, and around and around her clit — until finally Melissa began to come, waves of pleasure shooting out in all directions from her pussy into her chest and arms and legs.

Melissa’s body was still trembling and tingling, and she was still trying to catch her breath when Mom sat up on the bed. She smiled down at Melissa as she slowly pulled her nightgown up over her head, then tossed it onto the floor.

Melissa’s eyes automatically traveled over her mom’s body, and she thought, Wow, she’s so pretty.

Gwen dropped back down and began kissing and licking her way up Melissa’s body; her pussy and her tummy, her boobs, her neck and face, and then finally a long French kiss on the mouth. Melissa’s legs were still spread wide and Gwen was lying between them, and as she moved up even farther, Melissa could feel her mom’s pubic hair and pussy lips sliding over her own much less hairy sex.

Now Mom’s big breasts were hovering above Melissa’s face as she said, “Go ahead, darling. Suck Mommy’s tits.” And then she lowered herself so that her boobs were right on Melissa’s face, one of them even touching her lips.

Melissa still felt like she couldn’t control what she was doing as she opened her mouth and started to lick little circles around Mom’s nipple. Then she took it in her mouth and began to gently suck it. At the same time Gwen took hold of one of Melissa’s hands and pulled it down between them until she was touching her mother’s pussy.

Melissa’s fingers moved through her mom’s pubic hair and over the lips, which were surprisingly warm and moist. She rubbed up and down, slowly at first, then more and more quickly as she continued to suck on her mom’s nipples, one after the other.

Gwen sighed and moaned and kissed the top of Melissa’s head as she began to move her hips, pushing her pussy against Melissa’s fingertips. “Oh yes!” she said in a low sensuous voice. “Oh yeah, that’s good. My good little baby. Suck Mommy’s nipples, my sweet little baby. Yes, yes…”

Melissa did her best to suck her mom’s bouncing boobs while at the same time rubbing her pussy. Gwen moaned and sighed some more as she thrust against her daughter’s fingers faster and faster, until finally she cried out and her body shuddered in orgasm.

Afterward, she collapsed on top of Melissa for a few minutes, just holding her close and breathing heavily. Eventually, Gwen moved off of Melissa and lay next to her on her back. She pulled her daughter close again, hugged her and kissed her forehead, and said, “You were wonderful, sweetheart.”

Melissa was finally able to find her voice and said, “Mom? Did we… did we just have sex?”

Gwen laughed lightly and said, “Well, we’re two women, and we just made love. That doesn’t necessarily mean we’re lesbians, though. It’s something you’ll have to decide for yourself, darling. But I’ll tell you, I really liked it. And I hope you did, too.”

“Yeah,” Melissa replied. “I did.”

*****

Melissa fell asleep in her mom’s arms, but when she woke up the next morning she was lying near the edge of the bed and Mom was on her own side. Melissa, feeling strangely refreshed, sat up in bed and looked down at her mother, who was dozing peacefully on her back.

She studied her beautiful face, her lovely golden hair, so much like Melissa’s own. Then she carefully pulled the blankets down and looked at her mom’s naked body, her large boobs and her flat belly, her slim hips and the dark golden bush of pubic hair on her pussy.

She recalled everything that had happened the night before, the movie, the ice cream… then the kissing and lovemaking with her mother, and the questions and reservations she’d had as well. Then, without really thinking about it, she reached down and began to caress Mom’s breasts, first one then the other. Then she leaned over and kissed them.

Melissa took one large pink nipple into her young mouth and began to suck on it, thinking to herself that there wasn’t anything wrong with lesbians after all. And that making love with another girl, especially her mom, really was better than chocolate. Way better.

 The End