Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Jessica was awakened by her radio alarm clock, which blared out a few notes of “The Lady in Red,” before she silenced it with a violent smack. Sitting up, she squinted against the light streaming through the blinds. She felt clammy and tired and a little confused — then she recalled the events of the previous night.

Jess glanced round the room, not quite certain what she was looking for until her gaze settled on the white vibrator, lying on her bedside cabinet. I really should invest in a better sex toy, she told herself. Like the one those two women were using on Rachel’s DVD. She opened the nightstand drawer and dropped it in, just in case one of her daughters came in. I’d have a hell of a time explaining what that gets used for, she thought.

She flopped back down into her pillow, wondering how she was going to look Rachel in the eye the next time they met. Then Jess remembered the feelings she’d experienced, feelings she’d not had for what seemed like ages. Her body responded to the memory, and she began to trail a hand slowly down her chest and tummy, dreamily recalling her friend’s kiss, then the way Rachel had helped her masturbate.

Jessica was about to touch her already moistening slit when she heard her daughters moving about, so she threw the duvet back and swung her long legs out of bed. Slipping on a robe, she padded into her bathroom and bent over the sink — turning on the tap, then splashing her face with ice cold water. It was unpleasant, but braced her nicely.

Glancing out into the hallway, Jess saw a still-drowsy Katie and Poppy, both shambling into their bathroom. She couldn’t help but smile. “Morning, kittens… better get a move on.”

“Morning, Mum,” they both mumbled.

Jessica frowned as she looked down toward Alice’s room. Hmmm, that’s strange… she’s always the first one out of bed. Could she be feeling sick?

Making her way down the corridor, she knocked lightly on Alice’s door, then slowly opened it to find her eldest daughter still in bed under the covers. She moved to open the curtains, filling the room with daylight, then turned to the dozing girl.

“Hey, sleepyhead, time to get up and get ready for school,” she said. No response, so Jess moved over to the bed and pulled the blanket down, uncovering her daughter.

She gasped when she saw that, beneath the covers, Alice was completely nude. It had been over a year since Jess had seen her daughter in the altogether, and the girl’s beauty dazzled her.

Her frame was slender and lithe; a body built for motion, with gazelle-like legs and slight but flawless breasts, capped with pert nipples. Alice had just begun to grow pubes, even though all she had thus far was a dusting of golden down, not nearly enough to conceal the rosy cleft of her vagina.

Jessica was fascinated. In spite of herself, this view of her eldest child’s nakedness brought back images of the previous night.

Her gaze lingered on the girl’s body, then she looked up — and into Alice’s open eyes. She was startled to realise that her daughter was now awake, and wearing a puzzled expression.

Probably wondering why I’m staring at her, Jess scolded herself. Shit, shit, shit… I cannot believe that my own daughter just caught me checking her out!

Not knowing how else to respond, she simply said, “Where’s your nightdress, love?”

“Ummm… I was too hot,” Alice said, nervously pulling the covers back up to conceal her bare body.

Jessica slowly shook her head, still awed by what she’d just seen. “Goodness me… I can’t believe how fast you’re growing up, sweetheart.”

“Mum!” Alice said, a little embarrassed. She’d slept restlessly, tossing and turning, thinking of what she’d seen last night.

“Well, you are growing — and beautifully, too. Anyway, it’s time for school.”

“Okay, Mum. I’ll be up in a minute.”

“No going back to sleep, okay?” Jessica said over her shoulder as she left Alice’s room.

Her heart was pounding out a crazy rhythm as she walked briskly down the hallway to her toilet. Once inside, Jess leaned against the door, fighting to calm herself.

Why in God’s name is this happening? she demanded, her brow furrowed in frustration. Okay, you can deal with being attracted to women. You can even admit to yourself that you might be a lesbian. But you can NOT get turned on by the sight of your naked twelve-year-old, damn it!

With a heavy sigh, she turned on the shower, then shed her robe and stepped inside. The urge was strong to give in to her arousal and masturbate, but she resisted the urge, quickly washing herself.

After the morning’s various rituals, Jessica dropped her daughters off at school, then drove the short distance to town.

In the shop, she was surrounded by women and girls of all ages, as usual — but her newly realised interest in females was making it hard to concentrate. At one point, the shop manager Caterina was bending over in front of her, digging through a carton of fabric swatches, and Jess found herself hypnotised by the woman’s shapely arse, wondering how it would feel to fondle it. Finally, she went upstairs to her office.

Later that morning, her youngest employee Sally knocked on the open door, then peered inside. Sally was sixteen and still at school, so she only worked part-time.

“Hi, Ms Matthews. Um… can I speak to you about something, please?”

Looking up from her work, Jess smiled, gesturing the girl inside. “Of course, Sally… and remember, you only have to call me ‘Ms Matthews’ when customers are around, okay? Otherwise, it’s just Jessica.”

“Sorry, Ms — oops! Sorry, Jessica.” The girl entered, timidly drawing close to the desk. “I’d like to ask you about what sort of courses I should take if I wanted a career in fashion.”

Jess nodded, “Happy to help. Here, have a seat.”

As Sally took the chair opposite, Jessica appraised the teen. She considered the girl to be one of her best recent hires, a very cute blonde with a bubbly personality who could always be counted on to work hard.

Sally sat rather demurely for a teenager, with her knees together, but the short skirt she wore showed off her lovely tanned legs to impressive effect, and her body-hugging top did nothing to disguise her full breasts, nicely sized for one so young.

Jessica forced herself to look up at Sally’s face, then felt her face grow slightly hot as she saw Sally looking back at her. Shit. Caught peeking again. “So… what would you like to know, then?”

Sally was nervously toying with her fingers. “Well, um, I really want to get on in the fashion world, but don’t know where to start.”

“First you need to decide what you want to be; designer, photographer, stylist, coordinator…?”

“Oh, a designer. I’m studying art at school. The teacher thinks I’m good, says I should take it further.”

“You’ll need to go to college — or even university, if you want.” Jess paused, studying the girl. “Hmmm… how about this? I have some books on design at home, and leaflets for the college here in town, so you could study and continue working here.” She smiled. “I’d hate to lose you from the staff, Sally. This way, I don’t have to.”

The girl’s face was radiant with excitement. “Oh, wow… that would be fantastic!”

Jess glanced at her wristwatch. “Tell you what, I’m going home at lunchtime… and I think you finish at one o’clock today, don’t you?”

Sally nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got homework.”

“Come home with me. We can carry on chatting about this there, and I can loan you some of those books.”

“Wow, thanks, Jessica, that sounds great! Um… guess I’ll see you in a couple of hours, then.” With that, she left the office with a big smile.

At just after 1 PM, Jessica closed up her office and went back downstairs to see if Sally was ready. While saying goodbye to everyone, she glanced out of the front window of the shop at the tea rooms across the road. Her thoughts turned briefly to Rachel as she ushered Sally out the back door and to her car.

Jessica was thankful that it was such a brief drive home, as she found it hard to not steal glances at Sally’s bare legs when her short skirt rode up. As she changed gears, her hand was agonisingly close to a smooth young thigh, and Jess felt a powerful impulse to allow the back of her hand to brush it by “accidentally” missing the gear stick. Somehow, she managed to restrain herself.

Upon their arrival, Jess invited Sally inside, poured them both cold drinks — What I really need is a cold shower, she chided herself — then rummaged about on her shelves and in a cabinet for the literature she’d promised Sally. Passing several leaflets across the coffee table to her young employee, Jessica seated herself opposite the girl, then took a sip of her tonic water.

Sally had her feet together, but opened her legs slightly to allow the unfolded brochure to rest on her skirt.

Jessica relaxed back into the sofa, gazing across the table at a sight that did nothing to dampen her rising ardour. Sally’s parted thighs revealed a pair of skimpy lace panties under her skirt that were virtually transparent. Jess quickly discovered that she could make out the outline of the teenager’s vagina beneath her tightly stretched knickers. She couldn’t tell if Sally had pubes or not, but was fairly certain that the girl was a natural blonde.

Jess suddenly realised that Sally had asked her a question — and jerked her head up to look her in the face. Her heart raced as she said, “I’m sorry — what was that, Sally? I was, er, thinking about something else.” Oh, VERY smooth, she thought. Damn it, Jess, you’re behaving like a teenage boy!

Luckily, Sally didn’t seem to have noticed, asking about one of the illustrations in the book. Jessica got up and moved round to sit next to her. As they sat side by side on the sofa, she took time to take the young girl through her options as a college student, pointing out which courses were best and would suit her as a starter, while still enabling her to work part-time. Jess even suggested that she would sponsor her to gain some experience in a design studio, using her various contacts.

Sally was overjoyed, a huge smile on her pretty face. “This is amazing, I don’t know how I can thank you for all this!” she said, almost beside herself with excitement. She suddenly turned to Jessica and threw both arms around her, hugging the older woman like a long-lost friend.

Jessica responded by putting an arm round Sally’s shoulders, nearly overwhelmed by the girl’s enthusiasm.

Suddenly, Sally kissed her on the cheek. She leaned in to kiss her again when Jessica turned her head, and their lips touched. Sally stared into the older woman’s eyes and, throwing caution to the wind, leaned in to kiss Jessica once more — this time, on the mouth.

A surprised Jessica found herself responding, first with her lips closed, then she extended the tip of her tongue to touch Sally’s, the girl opening her mouth to mirror Jessica’s actions. With one arm still around Sally’s shoulder, her other hand moved to rest on the teenager’s knee, then began to slowly slide up that creamy thigh that had mesmerised her in the car.

In response, Sally opened her legs slightly, leaning into their kiss — but the urgency of her motion caught Jess off balance. She fell back into the sofa, with Sally looming over her.

Jessica’s hands were at her sides, supporting herself on the cushions. By then, she was having second thoughts about what they were doing. She reached up to put her hands on Sally’s shoulders in a hesitant attempt to stop her, but now Sally was cupping her face in both hands, kissing Jess with a hunger that stole the woman’s breath away.

The intensity of the young girl’s passion seemed to flow into Jessica like fiery liquor. It was too powerful to resist — the guilt she felt for taking advantage of a girl young enough to be her daughter, and an employee to boot, was rapidly evaporating. No longer able to tell herself no, Jess slid her palms down the front of the tight top that encased Sally’s mouth-watering breasts and started to knead and caress them, feeling for the taut nipples through the material of the girl’s top.

Suddenly breaking away, Sally sat up, a horrified expression on her face. “I’m — oh, my God, Ms Matthews, I’m so sorry! I don’t know why I did that. I was just so happy and you’re so b-beautiful, and — and I like you so much! Please, please don’t sack me.”

“Sally. Sally!” Jessica quickly responded, trying to calm the girl before she became hysterical. “It’s okay, honestly. No need to apologise. I love being kissed… especially by a girl as pretty as you.”

Sally just stared at her like a rabbit caught in a headlight, clearly unsure what to do next. “D-do you really think I’m pretty?” she whispered.

A jumble of thoughts raced through Jessica’s mind, but the one that finally stood out was that she needed to reassure the girl, make her feel desirable. Reaching out for Sally’s hand, she pressed it to her chest. “I do,” Jess said, drawing her young friend close — and then they were kissing again.

This time Sally brought her tongue into play first, thrusting it between Jessica’s parted lips, but Jess quickly matched the teen’s ardor. Their bodies pressed together as the kiss deepened, and Jessica let herself slump down into the sofa, pulling Sally on top of her — then they heard a voice in the hallway.

“Mum? I’m ho-ome. Are you here?” It was Alice!

Jessica had completely forgotten what her daughter had told her last night — that she would be let out of school an hour early that day, and would be catching a ride home from the mother of her good friend Azumi.

Sally quickly jumped to her feet, then began to gather up the books and leaflets Jessica had loaned her. The girl’s cheeks were flushed a deep pink. Jess somehow managed to sit up and compose herself seconds before Alice glanced into the room. “Hi, Mum,” was all she said.

“Hi, sweetheart. Sally’s here. I was just giving her some information about college classes.”

“Hi, Sally. Can’t stay, gotta run — I need the loo!” Alice said, then rushed upstairs.

Jess turned to Sally, who was reaching for her bag. “Sorry about that,” she murmured.

“Um, it’s okay,” the girl replied. She was blushing furiously, unable to meet Jessica’s gaze. “Anyhow, I should go… I’ve still got m-my homework to do.”

“All right, then,” Jessica said, walking Sally to the door.

“Oh, and thanks for the help — and for letting me borrow your books!” said Sally, suddenly remembering why she’d come by in the first place. She gave Jess a quick glance and a fleeting smile, though the girl was still clearly embarrassed.

As Sally grasped the doorknob, Jess placed a hand on her shoulder. “Listen,” she said. “I hope you’ll come to visit again someday.”

Sally gazed at the older woman, her eyes filled with mixed awe and hope. “Can I?”

Jess laughed. “Of course you can. I’m sure you’ll have lots more questions about your studies, after all. Besides,” she added, reaching out to touch the girl’s hand, “I’d like the chance to get to know you better. Much better.” Leaning forward, she briefly kissed Sally’s mouth.

“Oh, m-my goodness,” Sally stammered, touching her lips. Suddenly she threw her arms around Jessica’s waist, seizing the woman in a tight hug. “Thank you, thank you, Jessica. You’re the best boss ever!”

Caught by surprise, Jess patted the teen’s back a few times, then Sally broke away, reaching once more for the doorknob and opening the door. “Bye,” she said, then turned to make her way down the path that led to the street.

Closing the door, Jessica turned and leaned back against it, her heart racing. What the fuck am I doing? she asked herself. Why am I playing these… seduction games with a sixteen-year-old?

The question answered itself almost immediately. Because it’s thrilling. Let’s face it, I haven’t felt so excited, so sexy, so alive in years. Even when Mark was still around, he never made my heart race like this!

Drifting back into the living room, Jessica picked up the half-empty glasses and took them to the kitchen, all the while lost in thought. The events of the last couple of days had her believing she was bisexual… now, Jess was coming to suspect that she might be a lesbian.

Getting involved with a man seems so… pointless right now, she realised. Beyond pointless. Meanwhile, I’m having sexual thoughts about one female after the next. Rachel. Caterina. Sally. My own twelve-year-old daughter, for Christ’s sake!

The thought of Alice had Jessica’s brow furrowed in concern. She glanced up the staircase, her mind racing. Did she see me kissing Sally? It isn’t at all like her to go racing upstairs with barely a hello, then not even come back to chat. So… did she see us? How can I even explain something like that?

She decided to go upstairs and make conversation with Alice, hoping to get some idea of her daughter’s state of mind.

She drifted down the hall to Alice’s door, gave a brief knock and peeked into the girl’s room. Alice was unpacking her satchel, putting schoolbooks on the desk.

Taking a deep breath, Jessica entered. “Hi, honey, how was school?” There were clothes strewn about, so she absently began to pick them up.

Alice glanced up at her mother, the girl’s expression perfectly neutral, then continued to empty her bag. “Oh, fine. We started rehearsals for the end of term concert.”

Jessica seated herself on Alice’s bed. “That’s good.” For some reason, she couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Their eyes met again, then Alice took her completely by surprise by blurting out, “Mum, are you a lesbian?”

Jessica stared at her daughter, mouth wide open, struggling to think of some kind, any kind of response. Finally, she managed to get out, “What? No! Um, I mean… why would you ask me that, sweetheart?”

Alice stood before her mother, arms folded. “I saw you kissing Sally.”

Shit. “Oh, my goodness. Look, that — it just sort of happened. Sally kissed me because I was helping her with… you see, I loaned her some books. It was Sally’s way of, um, thanking me.”

But Alice was shaking her head. “You guys weren’t kissing like that, Mum. You were snogging.” Letting that sink, in, she added, “I also saw you kissing Auntie Rachel last night, and watching a lesbian sex movie with her.”

Jessica bowed her head, covering her burning face with both hands. “I d-don’t know what’s going on with me,” she mumbled into her fingers, fighting a sudden urge to cry. “Rachel brought that movie over — I didn’t even know what it was! Then we were watching it, and — somehow we, we just started to kiss. I’m not even sure how it started. Maybe because I’ve been feeling so lonely these days, I don’t know…” She trailed off, then timidly looked up at her daughter.

Seating herself next to Jessica, Alice took her mother’s hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t be upset, Mum. It’s okay if you’re a lesbian… I mean, there’s nothing wrong with it.”

Jessica stared at Alice. “I’m not — at least, I’m not certain that I am. And what exactly do you know about lesbians, young lady?”

“Mum! I’m not a little kid, y’know,” Alice replied, scowling. “I know about how some women are gay.”

“Sorry, love,” Jess said, patting the girl’s knee. “You’re right, of course. Sometimes I forget just how quickly you’re growing up. So… do you know any lesbians, then?”

“Sure,” said Alice. “My friend Azumi… her mum has a girlfriend.”

“Really? I didn’t know that. Have you met her?”

“Yeah. A couple of times when Azumi’s mum brought us home, her girlfriend was doing the driving. She’s really pretty. Anyhow, me and Olivia were talking to Azumi a few weeks ago, and she told us both all about her.”

“My goodness… I had no idea.” Jessica knew Alice’s friends well. Azumi Shimizu was a lovely Japanese girl, while Olivia Ruddick was a coffee-hued beauty from Jamaica. She often chatted to their respective mothers: Reiko, an artist, and Clara, a solicitor.

“Azumi told us how her mum was a lesbian, and her girlfriend lives with them. Her name is Nadya. She’s twenty-one, so she’s a lot younger than Ms. Shimizu, and she’s from Poland. Azumi has seen them undressed and kissing and other stuff in their room and even in bed together. Her mum explained all about what being gay with another woman is like. You know, how they do it and all.”

Jessica just stared at her daughter, unsure what to say.

“Do you miss Dad?” Alice asked her mum, once more catching her by surprise.

Jessica thought for a moment, then said, “Not really. But I miss having someone to share my bed with. It gets lonely sometimes,” she added, surprised at how open she was being.

“It’s okay if you want to date girls, Mum. If it makes you happy, you totally should.”

“I’m not sure if I do. I mean, I just had a kiss, that’s all.”

Alice broke into a grin. “Yeah, but with two different women, and in just a couple of days. That’s gotta mean something, y’know?”

Gazing affectionately at her daughter, Jessica reached out to stroke her face. “I meant what I said just now about you growing up. I’m starting to think you’re already smarter than your old mum.” She drew the girl in for a hug. “God, I don’t know how I’d cope without you and the girls. Talking of which, they’ll be home soon. I’d better start dinner. Let’s talk more later.”

She gently kissed Alice on the top of her head, then got up to leave, glancing back at her daughter. “Thanks, love.”

Alice wore a thoughtful smile. “For what, Mum?”

“Just… for being you, sweetheart. My wonderful, brilliant oldest child.” On that parting note, Jess turned and made her way into the kitchen.

Later that evening, as the girls were doing their homework and she was clearing up the dishes, Jessica began to daydream, staring out the window and into the large garden. Various impressions raced through her mind about these strange, yet somehow familiar feelings she was having.

She recalled the kiss with Sally, the touch of her hand on the teen’s smooth thigh, the thought of what lay between those thighs, those lovely young breasts. She wondered how far she would have allowed herself to go with the girl, remembering the antics of the lesbian lovers on Rachel’s DVD. That got her thinking about Rachel — masturbating with her, the hot French kiss they’d shared, the possibility of more.

She thought of her younger sister, Laura. She was thirty-five and a journalist. Jessica knew she’d had sexual relationships with women in the past, but wasn’t sure if she was with anyone now, as she’d not mentioned anyone the last time they met up. Laura was away working on a story, so they’d only been speaking on the phone for the last few weeks.

Jess decided to talk to Laura about these new feelings of hers when she returned. Bet she’ll be surprised, she thought.

She finished cleaning up, then went to see if her daughters needed help with their homework. Later they all watched TV for a while before she ushered Katie and Poppy up to bed at 9 PM.

After tucking them in, she lounged on the sofa for awhile with Alice, watching some wildlife programme. Neither tried to restart their earlier talk and in truth, Jessica couldn’t think of a way to initiate the conversation.

Finally, Alice stood, stretched and said, “Okay, that’s enough for me. I’m going to bed.” She kissed her mother on the cheek, said, “Night, Mum,” and went upstairs. Jess continued scrolling through the channels for a few restless minutes before deciding she ought to turn in too.

Carry on to Chapter Four!