Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Author Unknown

My daughter and I didn’t talk for the next three weeks. Julie was barely around, and when she was, an icy resentment permeated the space between us. I tried several times to reconcile with her, but I was brushed off and ignored, left to hope that time would heal.

I met with Piper to end the relationship, telling her that we couldn’t continue as her tears fell into her coffee. She begged and pleaded with me to not end it, promising that we would be more careful, but I held firm this time, hugging her goodbye and telling her that I loved her one last time before I walked away.

But of course, it wasn’t the last time. Piper continued to text me desperate pleas, and when they failed she used her erotic self again, trying to seduce me. Wall by wall, layer by layer, she succeeded. My conscience wanted to protect, Julie but my heart and body were unwilling to let Piper go.

After a week, I agreed to meet her discreetly at the mall, in a department store as if we were a mother and daughter going shopping. We selected clothing at random, then made our way to the changing rooms. Once the door closed on the stall, our restraint deserted us. Her mouth attacked mine, then kissed my neck and chest before she flipped me around, reached under my dress and tugged my panties down. I bent over and she pushed her face into me from behind, licking me like she loved to, making me bite my knuckle to stifle my groans as I came in her face.

We continued to meet like this, in public places where we could satisfy ourselves: a bathroom stall, outdoors at night, a secluded spot in my car. These were fevered, rushed encounters, without the comfort of a bed or much time for foreplay. I told myself that it was out of necessity, but it was also thrilling, and it peeled another layer off my inner animal. In the throes of my orgasms, I would close my eyes and imagine being caught, the stall door opening or a stranger spotting us. Strangely enough, that only got me hotter.

It heightened the feeling, but afterward, I knew that there was a larger, darker fantasy that was lurking in me. I refused to feed it, shunning the temptation to go down that rabbit hole, but it refused to leave me alone until it finally invaded my dreams. The same sensations were there, my wrists bound and my mouth gagged, unable to stop it, the dildo deep inside me.

Then my daughter appears, watching me, ignoring my muffled apologies, just staring at us as her hand moves over her body, finally slipping into her pants.

When I awoke, tears had formed from my horror, but the greater shame lay between my legs: an unbearably damp reminder of my intense arousal. I tried to erase the image, but it was impossible, my daughter’s dark eyes haunted me.

***

Julie finally broke her silence while I was watching TV, seated on the couch.

“Mom, I’m tired of being angry.” It was a wave of relief; I knew these were the first small steps to repairing our relationship.

“Oh, Julie, I’m so very, very sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“Do you love her?” Julie’s demeanor was still cold, but at least there was communication between us.

I looked down at my hands, ashamed to meet her eyes. “Yes, I do. It came out of nowhere, honestly, I’ve been dreadfully lonely for so long, and she made me feel like a different person, like someone I wanted to be. She made me happy.” I started crying — partly for shame, but also from anger that, for some fucked-up reason, I wasn’t allowed to be happy.

Her features softened. “I’m sorry, too, Mom. Guess I was scared of losing the two closest people in my life.”

I shook my head. “No, I would never do that to you, honey. You’re always my priority. I’ll never speak to Piper again if that’s what you want.” I’m not sure if that was a lie or not; I’d already tried once to break things off, but I hoped that if it meant that Julie would be happy that I could find the strength to end things with Piper for good.

The offer hung between us, the seconds ticking by. My heart was in my mouth, awaiting her response.

“No, I want you to be happy. If you and Piper are really in love, then you should be together. I guess I’ll just have to get used to it.” With that, she went to her room. There was no hug, the wound was still too fresh to completely heal, but it was a start.

Two days later, Julie came home, a smiling Piper in tow. The day before, Piper phoned to tell me that they were going to meet up to talk about things, and I’d been anxiously awaiting the outcome.

Julie offered me a wan smile before disappearing to her room, leaving me alone with Piper.

“How did it go?” I hesitantly asked.

She kissed me on the cheek, then took me in her arms. “I think it’s going to be okay.”

***

Piper stayed with me that night. Our lovemaking was slow and silent, both of us relishing the chance to feel the warmth of our bodies against each other; our passion now unfettered by time. We climaxed quietly, muffling our cries with pillows so as to not disturb Julie in the adjacent room.

The next weeks witnessed a thaw between the three of us. My relationship with my daughter never completely returned to normal, but she was at least cordial to me and even managed the occasional smile. Julie and Piper began to spend more time with each other; apparently mending their relationship. I was busy with work, and with little to do during the summer, they naturally fell back together. Piper would still stay the night with me when she could, and Julie no longer seemed to mind, or at least she would disappear conveniently to hide her discomfort.

I was happy that their relationship had not been ruined, but as the days went by and they stayed away from the house for longer evenings, coming back giddy and laughing, I began to feel a pang of jealousy. I hid it, but there was a creeping feeling I was being marginalized, my time with Piper was slowly becoming no more than the sex we shared at the end of the night.

“Do you ever talk about me?” I asked her one evening in bed.

“Yeah… sometimes. She asks about things.” Piper was tipsy.

“Like what?”

“Well you know, stuff… like what we do.” She giggled.

“What? And you tell her?”

“Not everything… she was really weirded out at first, but I think she’s just curious, y’know?” The image of Julie interrupting us invaded my mind again, the fantasy of her watching us and how it had aroused me. I snapped the memory shut and let the conversation go, not wanting to explore it any further.

It was only a few days later when that fantasy confronted me again. I’d had dinner with an old friend who was in town and I returned home late. The lights were still on, and as I entered the living room Julie and Piper were sitting on the couch. In the split second that they came into view they jerked away from each other. It was the same as catching them in the act, the instinctual panic of being caught kissing by your parents clearly written on Julie’s face. She blushed and excused herself to her room.

I glared at Piper, but she didn’t show any remorse. “What the fuck, Piper?” I was hurt.

“Relax, it was only a kiss, she just wanted to try it.” She stood up to put her hands on my arms; I shrugged them off.

“What about us? Damn it, Piper, what are you playing at?”

“It was her idea, I swear. I was just talking about you and me and… she said it was turning her on.” A sheepish smile crept across her face that hinted at something mischievous.

My heart started to pound heavily in panic. I turned and left, dozens of unwanted thoughts running through my head; I needed to remove myself from the house.

I didn’t know what thought to tackle first. The idea that my daughter had become aroused by stories that included me, the suggestiveness in Piper’s voice, or the darker thought that the image of the two of them kissing turned me on, that I wished I’d caught them doing more.

An image popped into my head: Piper and Julie on the sofa, naked and making passionate love. Was I appalled by that thought, or aroused by it? Right then, I wasn’t even sure… and that terrified me.

When I returned home, the house had assumed a foreboding aura. Like in a horror film, it had steadily transformed from a place of safety to a place of menace and danger… and at that point, I wasn’t exactly sure that the monster wasn’t me.

It was quiet when I entered and I feared that I would encounter my lover and my daughter together again. But no, Piper was alone, crying.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t want to lose you, I’m such an idiot, I just thought… I don’t know, I just want to excite you. Please, I’m so sorry.” My heart caved and I saw her as the young girl she was, confused and desperate to make the person she loved happy.

I hugged Piper tightly before taking her upstairs, where we quickly stripped naked. The sex was intense, our faces pressed together as she brought me off roughly with her fingers inside me.

“I want to hear you moan,” Piper demanded as her ministrations quickened.

I gave in and released the cries that I’d had been keeping quiet, for once not caring that I might be heard, letting them grow louder through my climax, swearing at the top of my voice once I reached my peak.

Once my body recovered I went to the bathroom to pour myself a glass of water but stopped dead once I entered the dark hallway. Soft whimpers were emanating from Julie’s room, her door was slightly ajar and a sliver of light illuminated the hallway. At first, I thought she might be sobbing, but as I approached my gut knew that those noises were of a sexual nature.

Against my better judgment, I peered into Julie’s room to find my daughter naked and masturbating on her bed, one hand between her thighs and another squeezing a nipple. Her eyes were closed, her face alight in ecstasy.

I felt the heat rise to my face, but couldn’t ignore the beauty of the scene. She had matured into a woman, retaining my soft curves but still blessed with her father’s Latin complexion. I tore my eyes away to creep towards the bathroom, embarrassed that I had watched for a moment too long. I froze again in the hallway to hear Julie climax with no attempt to mute herself; just as I had done minutes before.

When I returned to my room, Julie’s door was shut. I felt panic at the fact she might have heard me pass. Piper was asleep and I was left alone with my troubling thoughts.

I was still wet, and even though I told myself it was from the sex with Piper, I knew deep down some of it had been refreshed by the brief sight of Julie. I pushed the idea away, but one fact rose to my brain which scared me: Julie had never left her door open at night, not since she’d been a child.

The following few days were spent in a state of anxiety. Things continued as normal, but I held my breath with every corner in the house I rounded, dreading what I might discover. Piper and Julie continued as if nothing had happened, but with every giggle or whisper, I wondered what was being said and if I was their topic of conversation. Nothing else happened, but there was a tangible rising tension between the three of us that made me excuse myself sometimes when in their company.

Then the blackout came.

It was early August when the worst storm in a decade swept through the state. The weather report had warned of its arrival, but not of its intensity. I heard the rumbling in the distance and took a quick shower before the lightning arrived. I’d just finished toweling off when the power went out, throwing the house and street outside into complete darkness. Fumbling for my robe, I shrugged into it and began to feel my way out of the bathroom into the hallway. It was no brighter out there.

“Girls, I’m going to find a flashlight,” I called out. There was no response, but I knew Julie and Piper were in the house somewhere, I’d heard them arrive just before I stepped into the shower.

I slowly made my way down the hall, finding the top of the banister to lead me down the stairs. I measured the depth of the steps, taking my time to be careful. Outside, a crack of lightning signaled that the storm was nearing.

At the bottom of the stairs, I let the wall guide me into the living room, then headed towards the kitchen. In the middle of the room I was stopped by a soft movement in front of me, then a hand that gently ran down my chest to my belly.

“Piper? Where’s Julie?”

“Shhh…” I sensed Piper kneeling in front of me. A hand undid my robe and ran over my hips; a gentle kiss was planted just below my navel. I giggled at her naughtiness.

“No, Piper… what about–”

I was cut short by her tongue snaking between my legs and running over my clit.

I gasped and bit my lip. I couldn’t help but spread my legs a little further apart, immediately turned on by the spontaneity of this moment. Piper accepted the invitation and drew my hips to her mouth, eagerly licking my cunt. God, it felt incredible.

Through the haze of pleasure that started to build in me, there was a small voice in my head that was telling me that something wasn’t quite right, that the feeling of Piper’s mouth was slightly different. That voice grew louder with every lick until a sudden stab of lightning illuminated the room.

There in the flash, Piper was seated on the couch, wide-eyed, a hand down in her shorts. My heart plummeted in the ensuing darkness, the terrifying realization striking me as a clap of thunder shook the house.

“No, no, no, no, no!” I gasped, horrified. Reaching down to grasp Julie’s shoulders, I pulled her up, clutching her face in the dark. “No, Julie, honey… this can’t happen!”

Her hands slipped around my waist, touching my nude body under the robe.

“But I want to, Mom,” my daughter whispered. I tried to move her hands away, but then her warm, soft mouth placed a kiss on my neck.

“No, baby, this is… this is wrong.” There was desperation and fear in my voice. I pushed her head away from me but then her hands returned to my belly, stroking just under my breasts.

Julie’s voice emerged from the dark. “Can’t you feel it, Mom?”

The question made me pause, I didn’t know what she meant until my panic briefly took a back seat to Julie’s touch. I realized that my skin seemed to light up wherever she touched me. I was trembling from head to toe; the spot where she’d kissed my neck was tingling.

Somehow, I realized that this sensation could only be created by the forbidden, that no one else but my daughter could elevate my body to such a state of sensitivity.

“No… we shouldn’t,” I whimpered, already feeling helpless to resist. Fear and panic still remained, but the raw pleasure I felt was drowning out the qualms of my conscience. I tried to push Julie’s hands away, but I was weak and she persisted, running a finger down my neck to set off more unimaginable sensations.

Her lips brushed my ear. “I love you, Mom… and I need this so much.”

“I want this, too…” Piper murmured. She had crept up behind me. Her presence had been an afterthought until she kissed my neck, then tugged the bathrobe over my shoulders. I held it there as a last line of defense, knowing that if it fell my life would never be the same.

Lightning struck again, imprinting a vision of Julie in my mind. Her eyes were hungry, her mouth slightly agape, her breasts strained against her tank top. She was beautiful, luscious, desirable. My guts tightened as I realized I wanted what my daughter wanted.

The robe fell to the ground, and Piper’s hands ran down my arms to my wrists, pulling them behind me. Only this time, I didn’t struggle.

“Kiss her,” Piper whispered over my shoulder.

I wasn’t sure who the order was for, but we both obeyed. Julie’s hands cradled my face, her lips meeting mine. My heart soared and my lips throbbed as I gave in, our tongues meeting, the taste of my cunt still lingering in Julie’s mouth. A violent surge of lust jolted me into a frenzy; it was overwhelming and stripped me of my remaining guilt. My daughter and I moaned in tandem as our kiss deepened even further.

I ripped my hands free from Piper’s grip to clutch my daughter’s face, holding it between them as I tongue-fucked her sweet mouth. Julie’s hands also exploded into activity, and I felt them groping my breasts.

“Suck her tits,” I heard Piper say. The words sent a frisson to my nipples. Already stiff from arousal, I felt them swell even more, waiting for the touch of my daughter’s mouth. The lightning was frequent now, making the room strobe. I stared between flashes as Julie’s soft wet lips closed around the hard tip of my breast, her tongue darting out to lick it before she began to suckle.

I groaned as the exquisite feeling flowed from my breast to all points of my body. Julie’s black eyes gazed deep into mine, no longer seeming to belong to my daughter, but a succubus filled with devilish intent. From behind, I could feel Piper’s naked form press against mine, her head on my shoulder as she watched, her hands starting to slide down my body.

Julie’s mouth released my nipple, but before she could move on to my other breast, I stopped her to pull the skimpy tank top she wore up and off, then undid the buttons on her shorts. She quickly shoved them down to her ankles, then stepped out. Now she was naked.

I buried my face in her breasts, savoring the soft skin with my lips, licking her nipples to elicit a sweet whimper from my little girl before reaching down to cup the wet folds between Julie’s thighs, her whimper mounting into an urgent groan as I wriggled a finger into her vagina.

That served as a starter gun, initiating a dash for my daughter and me to make each other come. I was desperate to finish what we started before the lights came back on to reveal the crime we were committing. Right then, though, I was lost in a state of unhinged arousal, my hands groping and my mouth searching for any part of Julie I could find. I’d never felt such pure hunger for a lover.

Piper was always close by — stroking us, gently guiding us through our lovemaking until I found myself on my knees, mouth pressed hard against my daughter’s sex, her legs spread wide as she sat on the couch. I pushed her thighs up to her shoulders, giving me full access to her cunt. Julie’s moans rose with the bursts and crackling of thunder around us. Her body trembled with every stroke of my tongue, and my chin was slick with her nectar.

She came with a piercing shriek, gripping my head in place as she bucked against my face, her essence flowing freely — and I drank down every drop. The taste of my beautiful child was ambrosial.

Finally, I lifted my face from Julie’s pussy, but barely had time to catch my breath before she brought my mouth to hers, tasting herself in a lover’s kiss, almost overwhelming me with the intensity of her passion.

Rising from where she sat, my daughter swiveled me around until I’d taken her place on the sofa. She licked a pathway down to my throbbing cunt and, God help me, I did nothing to stop her. I was on a different plane of reality, one where only lust mattered.

“Oh, God!” I cried as her lips found my clit. It was as if the storm had moved indoors, a searing bolt of pleasure smashing into my helpless body. There was a mighty flash of lightning that lit up the room bright as day, and in that instant, I saw Piper look up from kissing my daughter’s back to give me a hungry stare. Julie just kept eating me, long hard licks from the bottom of my labia to the tip of my aching clitoris.

My orgasm continued to build… and with every lick, my daughter laid on me, the expectation mounted that the next one would push me over the edge. Instead, those incredible feelings continued to grow inside me. My breath grew short, my heart hammered frantically, and tears were flowing down my cheeks — then eventually, mercifully, I climaxed, screaming my daughter’s name at the ceiling, shuddering as the tension I’d worked up from my lust for Julie released itself in a great wave.

Basking in pleasure’s aftermath, my eyes remained closed and the room was still. For a moment I felt that I might somehow be awakening from a dream, embarrassed by its forbidden content, but perhaps relieved that it hadn’t been real.

Then fingers stroked my cheek, and the thunder clapped once again. I felt Julie’s body move to lie on top of mine, her mouth coming down to kiss me once more, the scent of my cunt on her face.

The storm wasn’t over… and neither was the night.

The End