Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Author Unknown

“Just watch me,” purred Cindy, as she sat on the edge of the bed with her friend Rachel sitting between her legs on the floor, facing her. Cindy’s slender fingers gracefully began to explore her wet pussy as Rachel gave a little moan, eyes fastened to Cindy’s sex as her lover slid a finger deep inside herself.

Rachel shivered with desire as her nostrils filled with the scent of her aroused friend. Cindy slowly withdrew the finger from her pussy and held it up between them. Rachel leaned in to take the glistening digit between her lips, but Cindy stopped her.

“No, no, my pretty one. Just watch,” Rachel’s eyes never left Cindy’s sticky finger as she slipped it into her own mouth and sucked on it. Then she leaned forward and placed her hand behind Rachel’s neck, pulled her close and kissed the kneeling girl deeply, hungrily. Rachel could taste Cindy’s sweet sex as the beautiful blonde kissed her.

Never breaking the kiss, Cindy guided her girlfriend to the carpeted floor of her room, and, shoving a stuffed bear out of the way, mounted her. Rachel moaned with pleasure, wrapping her legs around Cindy, who rubbed herself lasciviously against the dark girl. Rachel was exotic, half Asian and half Italian, and at this moment, ready for love.

Cindy gazed down at the conquered girl, moving against her and saying, “You like it… when I do this to you… don’t you?” accentuating her words with the grinding of her dripping cunt against Rachel’s.

Then she slid down, feeling the brunette’s wetness against her tummy as she began to lick at the young girl’s breast… taking the tip gently between her teeth and pulling on it, then enveloping Rachel’s dark nipple with her mouth.

Rachel whimpered, desperate for release. “Please…” she whispered, cradling Cindy’s face.

“Not yet,” said Cindy, moving up to kiss Rachel hotly. “Lick my pussy first,” She lay back and parted her legs, her smile sweet and devilish at the same time.

Rachel moaned, “Oh Cin,” and moved between her legs as quickly as she could. She started nuzzling Cindy’s wet pussy, playing with her own at the same time. Cindy closed her eyes in rapture as her lover ate her.

An animal cry of mindless ecstasy came from deep inside Rachel as she came, two fingers inside herself as she feasted on Cindy’s juicy cunt. Soon after, Cindy climaxed too, wrapping her legs around Rachel’s face, trapping her there until she was satisfied.

Finally, Cindy sighed deeply and allowed Rachel to join her on the bed. She took the wet-faced girl in her arms and let her doze in her arms. Occasionally, Rachel would gently lick Cindy’s nipples.

“That’s right, little girl,” cooed Cindy, even though she was actually several months younger than the exotic teen in her bed. “Come to Momma.”

This seemed to inflame the dark-haired girl, and she sucked enthusiastically at the lovely breasts of her lover. “Oh, yes…that’s right… such a good little girl with Momma.”

Cindy slipped her hand between Rachel’s legs and began to work her clit expertly, having done so many, many times. She knew by heart just how Rachel liked to be caressed, what would make her come quickly and intensely. As she played, Cindy whispered in Rachel’s delicate ear, “Ever think about it? Making love with your own mother, I mean?” Rachel’s answer was to moan adorably, undulate her hips and suck even more greedily at Cindy’s breast.

“Admit it,” urged Cindy, still stroking circles on Rachel’s’ clit. “Say it, Rach.”

The frantically aroused teenager began bucking her hips and cried out as she came, ‘Yes! Yes! I do think about… ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh, Cindy!”

“Thought what?” coaxed Cindy, feeling Rachel’s cunt contract around her fingers. She always loved the feel of that.

“Thought…” panted the breathless girl, “About making love with my mom. I admit it. Ever since you and I… our first time…”

“How often do you think about her?” crooned Cindy, her fingers still inside her lover.

“Sometimes…” Rachel could hardly speak at all, panting for breath, her beautiful young body tingling from head to toe.

“I want you to touch yourself every night, and fantasize about fucking your mom, while you do,” announced Cindy softly. “Every night until I tell you different. Every night, finger your pussy until you come. Understood?”

“Yes, ” sighed the satisfied girl helplessly. She knew she would do anything Cindy asked of her. Anything at all. She loved her so much…

“Who knows?” Cindy breathed into Rachel’s ear. “Maybe I can help your fantasy come true.” Her tongue emerged to lick at the trembling girl’s earlobe. “Would you like that?”

Rachel was overcome with excitement. “Oh, Cindy,” she sighed happily, wrapping her arms around her lover.

A light knock came at the door.

Cindy shifted slightly, allowing Rachel to rest her head on Cindy’s slender arm, but she kept her fingers buried inside the brunette. “Yes?” she called musically. “Come in, Mom.”

The door opened, and a very attractive blonde woman wearing a white ribbed turtleneck sweater, slacks and a jacket walked part way into the room. She cocked her head sweetly and said, “Hi, Rachel,” to the still breathless girl in her daughter’s bed.

“Hi, Mrs. Anderson,” managed Rachel, still snuggled into Cindy.

Cindy lightly stroked her girlfriend’s hair as she gazed at Anne. As she did, she thought of the argument she once had with her mother about bringing girls and women home for sex… the argument that had changed everything between them.

By the time Anne had finally snapped and angrily confronted her daughter about her wanton lesbian lifestyle, Cindy had shared her canopy bed with more than ten girls from school, two of her female teachers, and with at least a dozen women she had met at the mall or the park.

Cindy seldom had any problem getting other girls into her bed. Her looks and confidence drew them to her, irresistibly.

“I won’t have it in my home!” her mother had stormed one day, after catching her in bed with Audrey, a sweet girl from her high school whose mother was a well-known doctor at the local hospital. Audrey had gotten dressed and gone home glowing, leaving Cindy to battle it out with her mom.

Cindy simply let her mother rant on and on, because she had no intention of curbing her pleasures. When Anne had finally finished her speech, standing there with that answer-me-young-lady look on her face, Cindy had simply walked straight over to her, placed her hands on her shoulders, leaned in, and kissed her mother hungrily on the mouth.

For a split second, Anne had done nothing… then, Cindy had actually felt something give way inside her mother, and the older woman responded to her daughter eagerly, parting her lips so that Cindy could enter Mom’s mouth with her tongue.

Cindy had caressed her mother’s hair, her curvy body, and had just kept kissing her, until they both stumbled over to the bed, fallen in and began to make love in earnest.

“This… this is wrong,” panted Anne, just before her daughter’s soft lips closed over hers and she surrendered completely to her hidden desire, kissing Cindy back with everything she had.

As mother and daughter tenderly undressed each other, Anne kept making breathless confessions of hidden desire.

“I’ve been so jealous of your lovers… you’re so hot, so sexy,” she had panted as Cindy ravished her. Cindy kissed her mother’s breasts through the lace of her bra for a while, then commanded her to sit up. Her eyes glazed with desire, Anne simply obeyed her teenage daughter, who reached around and unclasped her mother’s bra. Anne’s nipples were pink and perky, begging to be suckled.

Cindy had wanted her mother for a long while, it seemed, and a victorious smile crossed her beautiful face as she began to nibble and lick at Anne’s soft breasts. Her mother had her first orgasm with Cindy just from her daughter’s lips and tongue on her nipples.

Then Cindy had straddled her mother’s face while the older woman’s eyes were closed from her orgasm, and said, “Look at me, Mom.”

Anne had opened her eyes to see — and smell — her daughter’s wet sex, now centimeters from her face. Cindy began masturbating in front of her mother. “Want to taste me?” she had teased.

“Yes, oh yes, honey, Mommy wants your pussy so badly, sweetheart…”

“Beg me for it.”

So Anne did.

As her own mother lustfully sucked her wet young pussy, Cindy threw her head back, her long blonde hair flowing beautifully, and said through her arousal, “This is how it’s gonna be now, Mom. I’m in charge. You get to be my lover, and I make ALL the rules. Got it, baby?” It sent a thrill down her spine to call her mother “baby” in this bold way. She ground her pussy harder into her mother’s eager face.

A muffled “mmm-hmm” came from between Cindy’s legs, Anne surrendering herself to her daughter just before the girl came in her mouth.

Now Anne was standing meekly in the entrance to her daughter’s room, watching the sexy blonde teen and her latest conquest, naked and in bed together. She said nothing, just waited for Cindy’s instructions.

“Come sit on the bed with us, Mom.” invited Cindy, and her mother, trying not to look as pleased as she felt, obeyed her lovely daughter.

“You may pull down the covers and kiss Rachel’s ass, Mom,” she said lovingly.

Rachel smiled up at Cindy, tucked her head into her lover’s soft shoulder and purred like a happy kitten in a basket.

Anne moaned, partly from the anticipation of licking this exotic teenage girl’s ass, and just as much from the simple thrill of obeying Cindy… her luscious, desirable daughter. She gently parted the girl’s ass cheeks and began licking her. Pleasuring an underage girl, licking her anus at her daughter’s command. Anne was in heaven. Rachel sighed and gasped with pleasure. Cindy held Rachel, reaching down between her shivering thighs to fondle her lover’s pussy while her mother ate the girl’s ass.

Once Rachel had recovered, Cindy asked her to get the blindfold and restraints. Then the girls slowly undressed a trembling, highly excited Anne together and laid her on her back on the bed. Cindy, smiling, secured her mother’s wrists to the bed with silk scarves, and Rachel restrained Mrs. Anderson’s legs the same way. The adult woman now lay naked, aroused and utterly helpless on her daughter’s bed.

“Lift your head, Mommy,” coaxed Cindy, and slipped the blindfold on. “Are you ready? For whatever I wish to do to you?” asked Cindy.

Anne was speechless with excitement. She vigorously nodded her head, twisting helplessly in the restraints.

Cindy nodded at Rachel, and the dark girl retrieved a strap-on cock from Cindy’s dresser. She had known exactly where to find it, having felt in inside her own body before. Cindy grinned wickedly as she strapped it on. Rachel whimpered in anticipation as she watched Cindy take the cock in her hand and stroke it. “Baby oil, please,” she said to Rachel.

Rachel got it and poured some into her hand, and began rubbing it onto Cindy’s cock with both her hands. Then, utterly certain of herself, Cindy moved onto the bed and between her mother’s legs. Rachel sat on Anne’s pillow, cradling the older woman’s head in her lap.

“Ready, Mommy?”

“Yes, sweetie. I’m so ready…”

“For anything? Anything I desire? Even though you can’t see or resist me.”

“Yes, yes!” Anne said hotly, fully aroused now, and in total surrender to her daughter.

Cindy gazed down at her pretty, naked, desperately aroused mom and said approvingly, “That’s trust, lover.” She traced her pink fingernails across her mother’s breasts, then her tummy, then her bush. Then the pretty teen mounted her mother and, parting her lips with her fingers, moved the tip of the cock inside her mother. The she slowly entered her all the way.

Anne felt her beautiful young daughter on top of her, on her, in her, with her, owning her. And as Rachel cradled her head, kissing her and Cindy alternately, she gave herself completely to her own child.

“I love you, Mommy,” breathed Cindy, her eyes closed, her face pressed to her mother’s as she fucked her, feeling the older woman climaxing underneath her as her best friend kissed and stroked them both. “This is how it had to be. I love you so much, I just had to make you mine.”

“I… I love being yours, angel,” gasped Anne. “I’ve never b-been so happy.”

And the three lovers lay together for a long, sweet while, whispering endearments, sharing soft kisses… at peace with the world.

The End

Note from JetBoy: This was originally a chapter in the story that appeared here (also composed by our celebrated Author Unknown) that we call “Sharon’s New Lover.” Since it barely has any connection to the plot of that story, I made another one of those editorial decisions — in this case, to make this orphan chapter a new tale in its own right. Like with “Sharon’s New Lover,” I did a lot of tinkering with this one, but the basic plot is intact. Do enjoy.