Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Author Unknown

Lightly edited by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

(I looked hither and yon for the original source of this story, with zero success. If any of you know, pass it on to us.)

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When I was sixteen, I was an awkward, plain Jane of a girl. I spent most of my time with my nose in books, huge sweeping fantasy novels by Anne McCaffrey and Robert Jordan. I never dated, and never looked at boys, because boys never looked at me. My hair was brown and plain, stringy with neglect. My eyes were hidden behind huge, coke-bottle glasses. My figure was thin and gangly, and I usually clothed myself in baggy sweatshirts and jeans.

The time for my junior prom came, and my Mom heard about it through a friend of hers, whose own daughter was in my class. Mom asked if I was going, and I said no, because I didn’t have a date. In reality, I had no intention of going, even if someone had asked me. I couldn’t imagine what I’d do with myself at one of those things.

Then my Mom said something that completely stunned me. Her hands on her hips, she announced that she was taking me to the prom.

I protested, but she was adamant. She said it was time I got out of myself and learned to mingle with other people.

She took me to a beauty salon at nine o’clock the morning of the dance. If I was plain and awkward, my mother was the exact opposite. She’d divorced my dad when I was very young, preferring to raise me by herself. She paid very close attention to her figure, spending a lot of time at the health club working out. She dressed nice, and she always looked great. The beauty salon we went to that morning was her normal salon and she knew all the girls who worked there.

“Give her the works,” Mom ordered.

While two women went to work on me, Mom left to go shopping for dresses. They sculpted and painted my toenails, sanded all the rough spots off my feet. They smoothed my chewed fingernails, and put weird smelling creams all over my face. They even gave me a bikini wax which, let me tell you, was one embarrassing experience.

By the time Mom came back an hour later, I was a hundred percent prettier than I had been when I entered the place. My mom was astounded at first, then delighted.

After that, we took a mud bath. Sliding naked into the heavy mud was a strange experience, but Mom said it always made her feel rejuvenated and relaxed afterward. I have to admit she was right.

Then we got our hair done. The hairdresser put blond highlights in my plain hair, bathed it in conditioners and shampoos, and finally arranged it on top of my head in what he called a beehive.

Lastly, they did our makeup. When I finally got to see myself in the mirror, I was stunned at how much prettier I looked. When we left the salon, I actually felt like a woman instead of an awkward teenager. Mom paid with a credit card, and I didn’t even look at how much it all added up to. It had to be a small fortune.

We drove home, excited and nervous. It was four o’clock by now, and we had to get ready for the dance. Mom said she was taking me to a fancy dinner beforehand, and then we’d walk in to the dance and it would be like a bomb went off.

Only when I was home, in my room, did I get to see the dress Mom got for me. It was white mostly, with a yellow accent along the skirt. Spaghetti straps attached to the satin bodice, which was embroidered with little yellow butterflies. There were matching satin gloves, and cute shoes with a tiny little heel on them. Mom had bought me a white strapless bra, and a matching pair of panties.

Standing in front of the mirror after I’d dressed was like looking at the ugly duckling, finally changed into the swan. I looked amazing. Like someone in a beauty magazine, almost. It was the first time in my life I actually felt like a woman. I had to admit, I liked it.

Mom knocked on my door and asked if I was ready. I said I was and I made her count to three before she opened my door. When she flung the door open we got our first good looks at each other.

My. Mom. Looked. Gorgeous.

Her dress was black velvet and stopped at mid-calf. The bodice was gold lace. She had on five inch strappy heels and black hose. Her neck was clasped in a black choker. Her hair was perfect, her makeup was perfect.

She got a glimpse of me and a wave of emotions crossed her face. “My God,” she said. “You are an angel!” She was on the verge of tears, but didn’t want to ruin her makeup, so we laughed to break the tension. She kept looking me up and down, and I was embarrassed by her gaze… though it also made me feel all tingly and nice.

Finally, she reached for my hand. “Well,” she said, “are you ready for dinner?”

“Yes,” I said, dreamily.

Dinner was at a chic little bistro in the swank area of town. We walked in and heads turned. I was used to being the Invisible Girl, and had never had this many people paying attention to me in my entire life. I don’t remember what I had for dinner, I kept watching other people watching me and Mom, and loving, absolutely loving, all this attention. Again, Mom paid with her credit card, and I didn’t see how much she’d spent.

Then it was time for the dance.

We parked, and Mom reached into her handbag, pulling out a silvery flask. She unscrewed the lid and took a sip of what was inside. Then she looked at me, and offered me the flask.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Peppermint schnapps,” she said. “Just have a little. It’s soothing.”

The drink was warm and minty. It made me shiver, and I felt the heat sliding down my neck.

She giggled. “Just a little pick-me-up.”

Mom and I walked into the school gym, and we kept getting all these strange looks. After a few moments, I realized that the looks were people trying to figure out who the hell I was. The change I’d gone through in just the past day was incredible… I was no longer the same drab person as before.

I grabbed my Mom’s hand in my gloved one and said, “I want to thank you for doing all this.”

Again, her smile was filled with emotion. “Thanks for going along with me,” Mom said, once again looking me up and down. “Shall we dance?” she asked.

We danced with crazy abandon. Every now and then, people in my class would come up to me and say, “Oh my God, is that Angela?” They made such a fuss over me.

Mom and I held each other close as we danced. The music, some sexy R&B number, played in the background. Everywhere, couples clung to each other. The disco lights spun and flitted around the room, and the gym was like another world. I rested my head on my mother’s soft breast, and her hand moved up and down my back as we swayed back and forth.

“I can’t believe no one in this room asked you to the dance,” my mom said, gazing around the gym. She looked down at me, and deep into my eyes. “If I was one of the girls in this room, I’d be all over you.” She said this last under her breath, and I just barely heard it.

“What was that?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she told me. She paused, searching for the right words. Her mouth opening and closing as her eyes danced around. Finally, she spoke up. “It’s just that you’re an incredibly beautiful, incredibly desirable girl, and it breaks my heart to think that none of these people could see it.”

I blushed and looked away. God, it felt wonderful to be called “desirable,” even if it was by my mother. What was I saying? My mom was such a stunning woman that being referred to that way by her made it even better than if one of my classmates had said it.

Then Mom took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then sighed it out. “Can I tell you a secret?” she said.

“Sure.”

“I’m gay,” she said.

“Gay?”

“I mean… a lesbian.”

“Wow,” I said, completely floored by this announcement. “For how long?” was the only thing I could think to ask.

“I don’t know,” she said. “Maybe forever. That’s why I divorced your father.”

“Well,” I said, “I’m happy, if you are. And I’m glad you could tell me about it.” By now, I was running on automatic. After this amazing day I’d had, my mom was coming out to me! I didn’t feel weird about it, though. To tell the truth, I was probably a little relieved. I’d never seen my mom date much, and if it was because she was interested in women, she might get out there and find herself someone she could be really happy with, now that she wasn’t keeping her sexuality a secret from me.

“Thanks for understanding,” she said. Then she looked at me thoughtfully. “So, you mean to tell me that none of the boys ever flirt with you?”

“No,” I said.

“You never catch them staring at you?”

I shook my head.

“Ever catch any girls checking you out when you’re changing for gym class?”

“No!” I blurted out. That was the worst part of my day. The last thing in the world I’d want to do while changing out of my clothes would be to make eye contact with anyone else in the room.

“And you never check any of them out?”

“Uh… no,” I said, with an uncomfortable laugh.

“Don’t you ever want to make love?”

“Mom!” Then I composed myself. “I… I suppose I do, but I always figured that kind of thing was, well, for other people.”

“It’s for everyone,” she told me with a smile.

We danced the entire evening. Finally, the prom was winding down… and I felt sorry to see it end.

“I have an idea,” Mom said. “Let’s go to a hotel tonight.”

“Okay,” I said. Wow… that sounded great!

“I mean, like the swankiest, poshest hotel in town. On the top floor.”

“Are you serious?” I asked. “You’ve already spent so much today!”

“It’s only money,” she said. “I’m having the best night of my life with my beautiful daughter, and I don’t want it to end. I want to get room service, and drink champagne. I want to sit in a bubble bath the size of a car.”

Laughing excitedly, I said, “That sounds good to me!”

We left the dance, and got into the car, heading downtown. We listened to loud music and laughed as she drove.

We arrived at the downtown Hilton, parked the car, and made our way to the front desk. The guy behind the counter gave us a strange look when Mom asked for a room, and especially when she said we didn’t have any bags to check, but he gave it to us without any hassle.

The bellboy accompanied us up to the room, on the thirtieth floor, and opened the room for us. Once the door was shut, Mom turned on the TV, flipped it to a music channel she liked, and grabbed me by the waist. “I want to keep dancing,” she told me.

I laughed as she twirled me around. I had never seen my Mom so happy. Maybe it was the relief of finally coming out of the closet, maybe it was my transformation from a frumpy geek, maybe it was a combination of those things. She held me close as we danced to a sexy slow number.

Then she stopped, her eyes gazing deep into mine. I was about to say something, but the look on Mom’s face transfixed me. Her face was slightly flushed, her eyes warm with love.

She tenderly put her hands on either side of my face. “Oh, baby… I’m going to do something I probably shouldn’t,” she whispered.

With that, she leaned in and kissed me. No big deal, she’d kissed me hundreds of times, right? But this was something more. The way she closed her eyes, and slowly leaned in, the way her lips lingered on mine, the way she parted her lips and teased mine with the tip of her tongue.

I pulled away from her, my heart suddenly throbbing… and she immediately withdrew from me. “Oh God, I’m sorry,” she gasped.

I didn’t know what to say. My mind was whirling. I had enjoyed my first real kiss, but it felt so weird that it had been with my mother.

“I knew I shouldn’t have done that,” she said. “I just felt so good, and you’re so g-gorgeous, and…” My lips still tingled from where she had kissed me. I put my finger to them, touching them lightly. It had felt wrong, but perhaps that’s what made it feel so right.

She staggered away, stricken. “Oh God, I’m a horrible mother. I want to make love to my own d-daughter. What’s the matter with me?”

Before she could say one more word I’d moved across the room and had thrown my arms around Mom, crushing my mouth to hers. This time I parted my lips, and our tongues met. My hands moved up and down her back. She moaned into our kiss, then ran her fingers through my hair.

I cannot explain the wanting I felt. It was like the past sixteen years of self-absorption that had been corked up inside me had just been freed. I realized that if anyone before her had shown me the slightest bit of interest, I would have been doing this with them. The fact that it was my mother made it all the more forbidden and dangerous… not to mention so sexy that I was trembling all over.

We both cooed and moaned as we kissed, hanging onto each other for dear life. Without even thinking about it, my hands slipped down Mom’s back to fondle her ass. And all the while, we kissed like passionate lovers.

Finally, we gently parted, staring at one another with hungry eyes. “I love you, Mom,” I whispered.

“I love you too, baby… more than anything. Are… are you sure you want this?” Mom asked, leading me toward the bed.

I breathed “Yes,” as I kissed her neck. “I should tell you, though. I’m a virgin.”

She laughed at this, drawing me back into her arms. Her laughter stopped abruptly, though, when I reached behind and unzipped my dress. I shrugged out of the straps and let it fall to the ground, leaving me in the white strapless bra and matching panties she’d bought for me earlier that day.

God, my entire world had changed since I woke up this morning. I’d been transformed from a geek into a lovely woman, I’d gone dancing for the first time… and now I was about to make love to my own mother.

Mom walked toward me, gathering her hair up above her head. “Help me out of my dress?” she said, turning around.

I unzipped her dress, and slid the straps of her shoulders. It fell away and she stood with her back to me for a while, dressed only in a pair of black silk panties. She hadn’t worn a bra. I let my hands roam over her sleek tummy, her gorgeous breasts. My hand slid down to the waistband of her panties, and I teased a finger inside.

She moaned and breathed as I explored her from behind. “I’ve wanted this for a long time,” she whispered. “Ever since I bought you your first training bra.” By now, my hand was inside her panties, my perfectly manicured fingernails teasing lightly at her trimmed bush. “I never thought I could get up the courage to ask you,” she breathed. I tickled her slit with a probing fingertip, amazed at how wet she was. “I guess that’s what tonight was all about… trying to get up the courage to make love to my daughter.”

“Mom… are you going to fuck me?” I asked, looking deeply into her brown eyes, “or stand there and talk all night?”

A wicked smile crossed her lips… and she suddenly shoved me onto the bed. I watched her slink out of her panties, and kick them across the room. She moved forward like a cat, her hands reaching for the waistband of my soaked panties, tugging them down and off. Placing a gentle kiss on my tummy, then trailing her way up my body, she reached behind me to undo my bra. She pulled it away, bending to take a diamond-hard nipple between her lips as she flung the bra across the room. I moaned as she suckled lovingly at the pink tip, then she raised her face to mine.

We kissed as our hands moved between one another’s thighs. Her fingers deftly explored my sex as my clumsy, inexperienced ones tried to mimic what she was doing. When she slipped a finger inside my pussy, it was the most delicious thing I had ever felt. I did the same to her, and we worked each other closer to climax.

Suddenly, she stopped, swiveling around to switch positions. She spread her legs wide and opened mine, scooting herself closer to me, pressing our wet pussies together. I gasped, practically seeing stars… that’s how good her cunt felt against mine.

We began to work our pussies together… slowly at first, then faster and faster. I liked this position. It felt more intimate, and allowed us to look into each other’s faces as our pleasure grew. Mom’s face was so beautiful as she moaned in delight, lost in the intoxicating heat of lesbian incest. We fucked one another hard and fast until I came hard, orgasms racking my body. I could hear Mom crying out as her own climax overcame her. We continued to push our pussies together until our pleasure rose to a near-unbearable peak… then our bodies collapsed together in a moist, sticky heap of sweet-smelling flesh.

Without giving me time to recover, Mom slid down off the bed, grabbing my legs and sliding me toward her. She spread my thighs, lowered her head to my pussy and hungrily licked me, her eyes never leaving mine. We knitted our fingers together as she lovingly ate me, her warm, wet tongue exploring every inch of my cunt. Soon, the rapture of orgasm consumed me yet again. I clenched my fists and writhed helplessly, overcome by pure pleasure.

I lay panting, dazed… but Mom climbed on top of me, hungry for more. I was too weak, too exhausted to go again, my Mom insatiable… but after we shared a few hot, wet kisses, I found myself eager for more lesbian loving.

I wanted her now… I wanted to lick her pussy like she had mine. I kissed my way down her body until I lay between her thighs and plunged my face into her crotch — licking, kissing, feasting at Mom’s juicy cunt. She was delicious. I ate her until she screamed with delight.

She taught me everything about making love to a woman that night… where to go and what to do, when to lick and when to bite. I was surprised when she rolled me over and licked my anus… then I was loving it, relishing the feeling of my own mother’s tongue sliding through the crack of my ass. While she rimmed me, Mom slipped a hand between my legs, teasing my clit until I came a third time. As soon as I recovered, I got her up on all fours and licked her asshole, just like she had mine.

We fucked again and again… newfound lovers who couldn’t get enough of one another. I remember wishing that Mom had one of those pricks that women fasten to themselves to use on other women, because I would have gladly given my virginity to her.

When I shyly told Mom that, she smiled and said that she had a strap-on cock at home, and that she would put it on and give me my first fuck the next time we made love. In my mind, I was already planning to get her in bed the very next night…

Finally, our sexual hunger utterly sated, we nestled together, blissfully content. I was so happy that I nearly cried. After years of self-imposed loneliness, I had found the love of my life… a partner with whom I could share my heart, my soul, my body. Someone who would join me in exploring all the sexual pleasures that had always seemed forever out of reach to the awkward girl I had once been.

She was my mother, the person who gave birth to me, had raised me into womanhood. And now, she was more than my parent, much more.

Eventually, we fell asleep, happily entangled in each other’s arms.

The End