Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: Another tantalizing treat from my “lost stories” file. This one was, I suspect, meant to be the first of a series, but no second chapter ever appeared. Nonetheless, it works beautifully as a stand-alone tale. As always, I did some fiddling around with the text back in the day — but as I recall, it didn’t need much.

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Emily sat glumly in an overstuffed chair, feeling perfectly foolish. The youngest of the three Blake sisters, she was supposed to be enjoying the first days of her eligibility for courtship with the suitors who had been gathering at the Blake family home, much like the ones who had appeared in previous years to seek out the attentions of her very beautiful elder siblings.

Since her seventeenth birthday two months earlier, the friends of her parents had routinely brought their sons by in order to present them to the Blake’s youngest, most radiant daughter. These young men came bearing gifts, offering compliments to her and gestures of respect to Emily’s parents, Samuel and Catherine.

Emily knew that such moments had been the basis of her upbringing thus far. The manners, the dress, the lessons, the lectures, all strategies used by her father to make her into a wife desirable to the society beaus who had now finally arrived to meet her and woo her. Her sisters, Rachel and Charlotte, had both endured this rite of passage.

However, Emily’s father was beginning to become impatient with his youngest who, nearing seventeen years of age, was running out of worthy suitors and had yet to settle upon a husband.

It all seemed so… wrong to Emily, somehow. The pressure from her father and her dislike of the husbands her sisters had chosen made the young woman incredibly nervous when her time came to sit in the parlour and meet potential husbands. Suddenly she was questioning herself, her every move, as well as the motives and actions of the gentlemen who sat and conversed beside her. Even the rationale of her father became suspect in Emily’s mind. And finally, she didn’t like any of these men. Not in that way.

Her sisters had been interested in young men ever since they became women, but poor Emily had always preferred the company of her female friends, her sisters, even her mother. It was all so damnably unfair. Why must she marry, anyway?

Emily’s nerves forced her to concentrate, just to keep the tea cup from rattling in her hands. The most she could ever manage was a quick and infrequent glance at the gentleman in her company. Many times she could not even remember what she’d spoken of with these men. They never touched her and she never touched them, that much she remembered. She tried to remember to smile, to listen to what they had to say, to come up with witty conversation, but all of that seemed to disappear in a haze of unhappiness and fear. All she could think of was how easy it had seemed for her sisters.

On this particular day, William Broughton had come to pay Emily a visit. It was his first meeting with Emily in such a setting, although the pair had met on occasions throughout their youths in town, at church, and in other public settings. At these times, they had both been accompanied by their parents.

William was nineteen, reasonably handsome, educated, the son of a landowner whose territories included the farm touching the south border of the Blake’s property. He spoke to Emily of the many travels he had already embarked upon as a business representative for his father: France, Wales, Denmark, even once to New York in America. She could only smile and utter mindless things like, “Oh” and “Quite.”

While her father took the elder Broughton on a tour of the mansion’s many rooms, Emily’s mother Catherine remained in the parlour, speaking with William’s mother. She spent much of the visit watching Emily nervously struggle in her seat.

Emily, afraid to even peek at her suitor, stared back at her mother, whose beauty and inner calm gave Emily her only peace during the hours of these visits.

Catherine always seemed to have a knowing, empathetic look in her eyes at those moments… from which Emily sensed that Mother knew how awkward these meetings felt to her. Something in her eyes gave Emily comfort that she was not disappointing her mother, that things would work out for the best. There seemed to be some kind of secret that Catherine knew and Emily was supposed to discover — something that would end this discomfort and misery she felt.

Around the middle of the afternoon, young Broughton had visibly worn himself down trying to make some sort of impression on the Blake girl. All of the parents realized this, and polite gestures were made to insinuate that the visit was over. With a kiss on Emily’s white gloved hand, William took his leave and his parents left behind him, the entire family stepping into their coach. Emily did not come to the door with her parents to watch the carriage depart.

Samuel Blake re-entered the parlour. Embarrassed, Emily could only glance up at her father, then look ashamedly down at the floor. He stood before her, his body very still, the knuckles of his trembling fists whiter than her gloves and his breathing like that of a stallion after a sprint across the estate grounds. He did nothing, only stand there for thirty seconds, then stomp off into the vastness of his house.

As his footsteps grew fainter down the corridor, Emily felt as though something had broken inside of her. Suddenly everything was reeling — her lungs refused to open, knees shivered, her fingertips went numb. Then the entire room seemed to tremble and vibrate. For a moment she saw her mother rush into view just before everything went black.

*****

Emily emerged from her sleep. Peace had replaced her anxiety, and the trembling numbness had diminished to a calming warmth. She opened her eyes to realize, through the faint flicker of a candle at her bedside, that she was in her bedroom. It was now night, and a window was open in the room to let in the soothing breeze of the spring evening.

Emily lay flat on her back, atop the blankets draping her bed. The slight whisper of refreshing wind along the length of her body told her, without looking, that she was naked. This surprised Emily as she never slept in the nude, always wearing her nightgown to bed since she was a very small girl. Aside from when she was bathing, she always wore at least some form of clothing at every point in the day or night. But the night breeze felt good against her bare skin.

After a few seconds, her nudity made her uncomfortable… so Emily sat up in bed, intending to rise and retrieve her nightgown. Upon sitting up, Emily immediately recognized the silhouette of her mother sitting in the old chair against the adjacent wall, next to the vanity mirror. It was from that chair that Catherine Blake had spent so many of her evenings reading to her three daughters. Tonight she had no books and no light to read by. She sat silently, looking straight ahead at her surprised daughter, who covered her nakedness as best she could with the cover on her bed.

Mrs. Blake sat upright in the chair, the blue glow of moonlight tracing the womanly curves of her frame. Catherine’s hair was long, straight, a deep rich brown, pulled back into a bun behind her head.

Her face exuded a silent warmth all her own, yet glowed with a youthful pride. Only among company did she wear make-up, extravagant clothing, or elaborate hairstyles. Emily had always adored her.

As her eyes adjusted to the lighting, she could see a calm but knowing smile on her mother’s face, the same sort of look Catherine always gave Emily during the young girl’s meetings with her suitors.

Still, at this moment, entirely nude in front of her mother but for the blanket she clutched to her body, Emily did feel some kind of embarrassment. She felt more aware of her nakedness than any time since her childhood.

Unlike her older siblings, Emily had not developed the full, fleshy breasts that Rachel and Charlotte inherited from their mother. Nor did she have the overall shapeliness of the other three, their perfectly round hips and firm thighs, their round, curving bottoms. Instead, Emily had always been a lithe, slender girl. The onset of puberty not many years ago had done nothing to give her the womanly body so characteristic of the Blake women. Only her long, plain brown hair bore any resemblance to the physical presence of Catherine.

Seldom had Emily Blake felt so vulnerable as right then. Her mother’s eyes seemed to penetrate through her skin, beneath the bones, into the young girl’s heart. Emily felt as though her mother had discovered a scandalous secret about her, a indiscretion in the past which Emily could not specifically recall but seemed to have always been unconsciously in the back of her mind.

Struggling for words to break the awkward silence, Emily looked toward the open window and muttered ashamedly, “I’ve angered Father again.”

Her mother remained silent.

“It’s not that I am trying to offend him or even those gentlemen, Mother. It’s just… I feel not myself around them, I know not why. That I have so much to live up to in father’s eyes that I am destined to fail.”

“You are,” were the first words from Catherine’s lips.

Emily was taken aback by this. She gazed open-mouthed into her mother’s eyes and still could not get a clear estimation of her meaning. Emily said nothing until Catherine, recognizing her daughter’s uncertainty, spoke once more.

“Your father, like his father before him and his father before him, expects certain things from a young woman such as yourself. You are of the age when he judges that marriage to a worthy suitor should be your primary concern. He expects you, like your sisters, to join in these archaic traditions and become a woman who is acceptable to society. His society.”

“I know, Mother,” Emily murmured. “It is important to become a good wife, a woman a man can be proud to have on his arm. Wives, like Father says, are the base of our society.” Emily recited these words as she had heard them a dozen times from Samuel Blake’s lips.

This is what she felt her parents wanted. Thus Emily was surprised to see an unfamiliar look of disapproval on her mother’s face.

“Samuel’s society is not our society,” Catherine said. She rose from her chair and took one step toward the foot of Emily’s bed, the bottom of the ruffled blue dress brushing softly on the floor.

Puzzled, Emily felt that her mother was testing her with a kind of riddle, for which she could be expected to have no answer.

Her mother’s answer was to turn around, facing the chair, with her back to her daughter. “Emily, could you please help me out of my dress?”

Emily had never done such a thing for her mother before… yet she did not hesitate to crawl up onto her knees, scoot to the edge of the bed, and begin to undo the thin blue strings that tied together the back of her mother’s dress, all the while trying to keep her own nudity covered.

Emily moved her hands to her mother’s shoulders, sliding the dress down the older woman’s arms and torso. With the dress bunched up above her hips, Catherine took it upon herself to remove the rest of the garment. She rolled it down her hips, revealing her shapely buttocks, then let the material fall to her ankles.

Emily wondered why her mother was not wearing the usual undergarments that any woman was expected to wear beneath her clothing; she had never known her mother to do such a thing. From head to feet, Catherine was now bare, with the exception of her shoes, still strapped to her feet.

When she bent over to remove her shoes, Emily observed her mother’s naked body with curious eyes. She wondered why Catherine was undressing, but somewhere in the back of her mind there was the thought, maybe even the desire, that her mother would reveal more about what she meant by “our society.”

Catherine turned around to face her daughter, stepping out of the blue dress which lay vacant on the floor. Now completely nude herself, Catherine’s reached out to pull away the blanket that Emily held over her bare body. This done, she reached out again to draw her unsuspecting 17-year-old daughter into a warm embrace.

Emily was entirely enveloped by her mother’s arms, as if wrapped in a blanket of love. She felt her mother’s breath sweep naturally over her shoulders, like the ocean tide caressing an undiscovered beach. She noticed the amazing heat of her mother’s bosom pressed against her own, flesh against flesh. As Catherine’s hands swept gently up and down Emily’s bare back, the young girl felt an unfamiliar, fluid heat surge through her limbs, her belly, her face and, even stranger, between her legs. Her own arms slowly wrapped themselves around her mother’s naked body, returning her affections. What were these strange feelings coursing through her?

As they embraced, Catherine began to kiss her daughter’s shoulders and run her fingers through Emily’s soft hair. This had never happened before, and Emily froze for a brief moment, not knowing how to respond. But after a few seconds, the girl relaxed amid her mother’s caresses.

While she closed her eyes to savour her mother’s love, Emily heard her whisper, “I can teach you all about who you really are, child. I can show you all the love in the world, and teach you to be a proud woman.”

Emily, drowning in an unfamiliar ecstasy, could only nod her head and breathe a wordless reply of yearning. She wanted… what did she want?

“I can teach you all these things,” continued Catherine. “But,” and she pulled away from Emily now, looking her straight in the eye, a look of seriousness on her face, “you must be mine. You must do as I say and obey my wishes. You must listen to my words and let them guide you, as they did when you were a little girl.” She stroked her daughter’s cheek. “If you will do these things for me, Emily, I will show you love such as you have never imagined.”

It seemed to Emily that she had somehow been longing to hear these words for years. She smiled back at her mother, then brought her hand to her lips and kissed it. “Yes, Mother,” she whispered.

Catherine placed her hands upon Emily’s cheeks and drew her daughter’s face to hers. Their lips touched in a soft kiss, then lingered. Emily suddenly pulled away out of reflex, as if her mouth had touched fire.

And yet those lips returned to the flame of her mother’s love and the two women fell into a long, heartfelt kiss. To Emily, sharing her first romantic kiss with the woman who had raised her, nurtured her, and guided her for so many years, the woman she adored, felt more than appropriate… it felt like destiny.

Emily’s lips parted, and she felt her mother’s tongue pass between them. She did not expect it, but it felt more wonderful than she had ever imagined a kiss could be. Her hips suddenly pressed against her mother’s as a warm wave of passion overwhelmed the young girl.

Emily had never known such excitement. She felt an expanding heat in the pit of her stomach that slowly traveled downward into her vagina, a tingling surge of an arousal she had never before experienced. Without a thought, she returned her mother’s loving kisses with her own tongue… and the pair fell into a heated embrace.

Removing her hands from Emily’s hair, while still kissing her deeply and lovingly, Catherine took hold of her daughter’s wrists and guided the girl’s hands to her own full breasts. Both women moaned into their passionate kiss, their first uttered sounds.

Emily was delighted at the feel of her mother’s breasts, now cupped in her hands. She ran her fingers around them, exploring their natural curves and fullness, her eyes widening as she felt Catherine’s nipples stiffen to her touch.

When Catherine broke off their kissing and lowered her face to Emily’s breasts, the young girl gasped in surprise… then, as she felt her mother take her left nipple into her mouth, she could only whimper “Oh… oh, Mother.”

Catherine teased the pert tip of her daughter’s breast with an eager tongue, licking around the hardening nipple — then took it between her lips to suck.

Emily’s head lolled back, her mouth open as wonderful feelings she had never known possible surged through her body. This was love as she had dreamed it might be… not the hardness she associated with men, not that… but a love that was soft, nurturing. And Emily could think of none better to teach her of this way of loving than her mother. She cradled Catherine’s head to her chest as her mother pleasured her nipples, switching from one to the other.

Finally, Catherine raised her face to Emily’s, her eyes burning with passion… and the young woman threw her arms around her mother, seeking her mouth in a hungry kiss, plunging her tongue between the older woman’s lips.

They kissed for a long, wondrous while… and then Catherine gently broke away from Emily, once again gazing deeply and invitingly into her daughter’s eyes, her breasts heaving with passion. Emily’s blue eyes held a silent question… and then the young girl smiled, knowing she had the permission she desired.

Without a word, still kneeling on the bed, Emily leaned down and pressed her lips against her mother’s right breast. She felt her mother, still standing at the foot of the bed, tremble, a drawn out, heavy breath escaping her mouth.

It was if she had always known how to do this. Fondling Catherine’s naked body everywhere her hands could reach, Emily’s mouth journeyed over to the left breast, this time brushing soft young lips against her mother’s nipple. It became a deep kiss, accompanied by a flick of the tongue. Catherine sighed with pleasure while Emily savoured her first intimacy with a woman.

The taste, the warmth, the texture of her mother’s nipples in her hungry mouth… these were wonders that intoxicated Emily. She pressed her face into Catherine’s breasts, licking them, loving the softness of the woman’s body. Emily became aware of every nerve and sense being stimulated into a new awareness; a hot craving deep inside her that left the young girl lightheaded. Then she felt her mother’s hand on her shoulder.

“Lie down, Emily,” she heard Catherine say.

Emily reluctantly drew away, sliding backward to recline back on the bed, her legs extended out while her arms stretched luxuriously across the mattress. “Oh, Mother,” she sighed happily, “I love you.”

With a knowing smile, Catherine climbed onto the bed, holding herself above her daughter for a moment to study the young girl’s beautiful naked form, and then slowly lowering herself down upon Emily’s body, between her daughter’s thighs. Catherine’s hips began to grind in rhythmic circles against the pelvis of her daughter, who felt the sticky moisture from between Catherine’s legs against her own mound. Mother and daughter kissed for several minutes and held each other close, sighing and breathing heavily in the thrall of their mutual lust.

Then Catherine raised herself slightly and began to nuzzle her way down Emily’s body. She pressed gentle kisses into the softness of her daughter’s neck, and the young girl purred with pleasure. Catherine continued downward, her tongue trailing a wet path to Emily’s girlish breasts and between them. She paused to lavish attention on her daughter’s nipples, licking and lightly biting at each one.

“Oh… oh, Mother,” Emily moaned.

Catherine was now showering kisses on the girl’s warm tummy, pressing her face into the softness of her daughter. She playfully flicked her tongue into Emily’s belly button, making her child gasp in surprise. Then she continued downward, her lips brushing along her daughter’s skin.

And now Emily stared in awe as her mother lay between her thin thighs, her face inches from the young girl’s lightly downed sex, her eyes dancing with excitement. The desire was written on Catherine’s face clearly, for the young girl to see… and the very thought of her beloved mother needing her so very much had Emily on the verge of swooning.

The 36-year-old woman licked her lips as she leaned in close to place a moist kiss upon her daughter’s cunt…

…and Emily whimpered at the unbearably sweet sensation of a warm, loving mouth between her legs. It was impossible, yet so very wonderful… her own mother was kissing her down there. She trembled helplessly at the very thought of it… then she cried out loud, clutching a handful of the bed sheets as Mother’s tongue slid deep into her vagina.

Emily’s legs began to shake, her heartbeat thudding through every inch of her body. This could not be happening, yet it was. Sensations the likes of which she had never known raced through her… and that sweet tingling she had felt between her thighs mere moments ago was fast becoming a fire, a raging inferno.

Her mother was licking her there, a hot tongue sliding up and down her slit, then probing inside. Emily could feel the wetness oozing down into the crack of her arse, felt Catherine’s warm hands on her thighs. Eyes wide, she raised herself onto her shaking elbows, gazing in wonderment at the sight of her own mother, loving her as if the young girl were her wife.

It was then that Catherine’s fiery tongue trailed its way up to the top of Emily’s slit, licking the young girl in a place that had her seeing stars, throwing her head back as a helpless cry escaped her throat… and before she knew it, her mother’s mouth was pressed to that special place, sucking at it gently.

And the world exploded in an incandescent flash of white light. Emily shook and shuddered, out of control as bolts of pleasure sizzled through every inch of her body. A keening sound filled the room… and in this heat of ecstasy, somehow Emily realized that the sound was coming from her own throat.

Eventually, the waves of pure sensation slackened, grew more gentle… her mother continued to kiss and lick between her legs, but more languidly. It was as if Emily was being slowly lowered to the ground from some enormous height. Finally she lay still, heart throbbing, every inch of her body tingling from the aftermath of… what was it? The words didn’t exist in Emily’s world for the gift her mother had just given her. She felt Catherine’s face, resting on her thigh, placing gentle kisses there.

“Mother,” Emily whispered, her heart so full it felt as if she might cry.

Catherine slowly slid up the bed to lie next to her daughter. With a loving smile, she drew the girl into her arms. “Precious child,” she breathed, cradling her daughter close. Emily relaxed into her mother’s warm embrace… then suddenly, Catherine kissed the girl hotly, her tongue plunging into Emily’s mouth.

The kiss tasted different, Emily thought… then her head swam as she realized that her mother was sharing the wetness that coated her lips… the womanly essence that still moistened Emily’s slit. The flavour of it was strange, but wonderful.

Emily responded with a passion that surprised her, wrapping her arms around her mother’s body and hugging her fiercely as she returned Catherine’s kiss, her tongue flashing to life. She licked her mother’s lips, purring as she tasted her own sex.

Catherine gently broke their embrace, then rolled onto her back. Gazing deep into her daughter’s eyes, she spoke. “Now, Emily… I want you to show me what you have just learned.” And she slowly parted her thighs.

The seventeen-year-old girl raised herself up from the bed, kneeling beside her mother, her body already eager for more loving. This time, though, she would be the giver of pleasure…

“Kiss me,” Catherine breathed, and Emily leaned down toward her mother’s inviting mouth, her lips parting eagerly.

She kissed the older woman gently, but with passion, her lips brushing Catherine’s mouth, her tongue shyly exploring. Her mother fell into Emily’s rhythm, and the pace of their lovemaking became soft and slow, while still crackling with intensity. The young girl’s hands began to fondle and caress her mother’s breasts, and she cooed with delight to feel Catherine’s nipples responding to her touch.

It was as if she was born for this, created to make love to women. Emily nibbled lightly at her mother’s lower lip, teasing with the tip of her tongue. She placed a kiss on Catherine’s chin, then trailed her way down her soft neck. Her head swam with excitement, her desire growing stronger by the minute. She hungered for her mother’s soft skin, burned to touch her, to taste her… in all of her seventeen years, Emily had never known herself capable of such passion.

She pressed her face into her mother’s breasts, loving their warmth, their softness. Her tongue emerged to flick lightly at a nipple, and Catherine hummed her approval.

Emily licked, sucked and kissed the full breasts of her mother, light-headed at the scent and sweetness of Catherine’s skin. The older woman was trembling with need as her daughter travelled downward, her girlish mouth leaving a trail of tender kisses along the way. Emily paused to nuzzle her mother’s belly… then she was suddenly transfixed by the sharp, musky aroma of Catherine’s sex. Her heart raced with excitement, knowing that she was the one who filled her mother with such desire. The womanly scent was intoxicating… and Emily realized just how much she wanted, needed to taste the wetness between her mother’s thighs.

She wriggled down yet further, until she lay with Catherine’s knees to either side of her, staring enthralled at the glistening cleft of the woman’s vagina, framed by a generous tuft of curly pubes. It was like a mouth, she decided… an enticing, desirable mouth.

Emily licked her lips, closed her eyes, and leaned in close to take her first lick. She sampled it, relishing the strange but wonderful taste of another woman.

A soft cry burst from Catherine’s mouth as her daughter’s tongue brushed her labia. She had opened her cunt with her fingers to offer Emily everything she had, and the first touch of the girl’s mouth sent a jolt through her legs that shook the mattress.

Emily licked her lips, savouring her mother’s essence. Then she closed her eyes, lowering her face between Catherine’s thighs once more. Slowly her tongue returned to the pink flesh, touching gently at first, as if testing the waters… then Emily pressed her face into the wet pussy before her and licked fervently at her mother’s heat, her tongue lashing at Catherine’s soft, glistening opening. Soon the once unfamiliar taste had become a pleasure, and the girl could feel renewed sensations of sexual hunger pulsing within her own vagina.

But Emily’s own pleasure had to wait — at that moment, her mother came first. She licked and sucked lustily at the beautiful cleft, so open and available for her to explore. Catherine’s cunt was a river, and Emily was thrilled to have her mother’s warm love juices coating her lips, dripping from her chin. A modest and innocent girl in all things, Emily had never even masturbated before… yet somehow, she instinctively knew what to do to bring pleasure to a woman. Her heart throbbed with love for the woman who had given her life, even as she worshiped at the aperture from which she had been born. It seemed so right, somehow.

The pleasures of sexuality and the body had always been off limits to young girls of her upbringing, and she knew little of the erogenous zones of women. But through the gasps and heaving movements of her mother, Emily found a tiny, swelled button of flesh not far above Catherine’s tasty opening.

The first time she let her tongue stray there, Emily felt her mother’s hips shiver rapidly. Briefly returning to lick at Catherine’s sticky labia, Emily decided to try once more at the pink nub above. Again her mother quaked, this time gasping for breath with an audible sigh. Emily stayed there, then, circling Catherine’s swollen clitoris with her tongue in a swirling rhythm that had her mother gasping, shifting her hips, and trembling like a leaf.

Most erotic for Emily was the sound of her mother’s voice panting, rapidly taking in and releasing her breath in the thralls of ecstasy. She felt as if she and her mother had become one being, as the motion of Emily’s lips and tongue, the pulsating of Catherine’s pelvis, and her mother’s frantic exhalations all seemed to move along the same heartbeat-like rhythm toward a magnificent crescendo. Emily held her mother’s hips, her face rolling with them as the two nude women rocked and shook atop the bed sheets.

Suddenly Emily felt Catherine’s body seize up as her pleasure reached an unbearable peak, and the young girl was quick to recognize the same unnamed ecstatic apex she herself had just experienced at the hands of her mother. The older woman’s hips rose from the bed as Catherine’s back bowed, and Emily rose with it, continuing to press her tongue against her mother’s clitoris.

As Catherine cried out loud, shuddering through a long, ecstatic orgasm, her pelvis vibrated with unconscious tremors against her daughter’s face. Emily continued to lick her mother in the same pattern, until a beast-like squeal suddenly escaped from somewhere deep inside of Catherine and burst from her open mouth, a sound Emily had never heard before, but instinctively understood.

Catherine’s hips fell abruptly back onto the bedsheets, her body pulsing with little tremors of pleasure. Still Emily licked lovingly at her mother’s beautiful vagina. Catherine, her body still shivering with the effects of her orgasm, stopped her daughter with a hand on her shoulder.

Emily raised her face to gaze at the flushed, yet still beautiful face of her mother. Catherine ran her trembling fingers through Emily’s hair and, after a pause, drew her daughter into her arms, claiming her mouth in a long, passionate kiss.

As they kissed, Catherine rolled so that she was now on top of her daughter. They writhed and twisted and hugged and entwined for a long, lovely while in each other’s arms. The feel of her mother’s naked body against hers body made Emily tremble with a newly awakened excitement, her legs hooking around her mother’s thighs as if she would draw the woman inside her skin.

Suddenly Catherine lifted her head up to look down at her daughter. Emily’s eyes were half-closed, inebriated with a narcotic sexuality. Her forehead glistened with sweat and her hair spilled across the entirety of her pillow. Her mouth opened and closed with slow, drawn out, wordless breaths that Catherine understood all too well. So it was left to her to speak.

“Do you understand, now, what your true nature really is?” the mother asked, running her left hand gently along the top of Emily’s hair.

“I am your daughter,” replied Emily, “completely and utterly, forever.” She paused and then, looking into her mother’s eyes with a confidence she had not been able to muster since childhood, said, “I love you.”

Emily had said such words to her mother countless time before. Yet this time there was a fuller meaning, a deeper understanding that made them more valuable, like a seed grown into the fully bloomed rose.

Catherine smiled contentedly back. “I love you, too,” she said, and let both her hands slide down the sides of her daughter’s slim, milk-white torso. She could feel the gentle inward curve at the waist and, further down, the gradual expansion of the young girl’s pelvis. She held onto Emily’s hips and, looking into her daughter’s peace-filled eyes, shifted her body to one side and gently turned the girl over, onto her stomach.

Emily allowed her mother to move her body as she pleased, happy to submit to the desires of her parent. At the suggestion of her mother’s hands, the young woman lifted her hips into the air so that her knees were tucked up under her belly… her buttocks raised and spread slightly apart before her mother’s gaze. Emily wrested her elbows and forearms on the pillow beneath her. She had no idea what her mother intended to teach her next, but knew that she never before felt so much trust and love for another person in her young life.

Catherine knelt on the bed, her knees on either side of Emily’s feet. Reaching forward, she ran both hands down the plane of her daughter’s back. The girl’s skin was as smooth as it was pale, unblemished by hardship and glowing with moonlit innocence. Catherine’s hands rounded slowly over the curve of her daughter’s bottom and paused there, then sliding inward to trace the soft, untouched skin between her buttocks.

Emily felt two fingers begin at the base of her spine and slide slowly, sensually down… over the cleft of her anus, then down further to her moist pussy lips. The young woman whimpered as the fingers began to caress; gently at first, then with a steady, purposeful pressure.

As her mother’s fingers parted her outer labia, Emily let her head slump down into the pillow. She had never dared to touch herself in such a way before… and the thrill of sexual awakening echoed through every inch of her skin.

Without a thought, she pushed back with her hips, opened herself wider to her mother’s fondling. Her head buried in the pillow, Emily could not see her mother, but she could feel the moment that Catherine’s finger began to press its way inside her vagina.

A virgin, Emily had never experienced penetration, but she had studied dance and gymnastics from her governess and, as a result, no longer had her maidenhead. Catherine’s fingers, finding no barrier, probed deeper. Emily, long fearful of her first sex with a man, was surprised to feel only increasing pleasure as her vagina was opened by the first intrusion of her mother’s finger.

Having inserted the middle digit of her right hand, Catherine began rotating it in half-circle twists inside the teenager’s vagina, causing her daughter’s body to shudder and arch with each circling of the hand. Emily was quiet, barely breathing, her eyes wide… but Catherine knew this was only a signal of the pleasure the girl was feeling at that moment.

As she slipped a second finger into Emily, Catherine began a pumping in-and-out motion, gradually increasing her speed as she fucked her daughter. With her left hand, Catherine massaged her own pussy, still sticky from the moisture of her daughter’s kisses and her own arousal.

Emily could not believe the dizzying sensations that rushed through her. So much of her body was alive with pleasure that she could feel every erotic detail of the movements and sensations along the interior of her vagina, her mother’s steady strokes continued to in and out of the girl’s petite body.

Catherine wondered if Emily even noticed that she was involuntarily rocking herself back and forth, fucking her mother’s fingers. She thrilled to the signs of impending orgasm in her daughter, watching with satisfaction as she saw the first tremors along Emily’s spine, heard the girl’s instinctive gasps for breath.

Emily’s hips rotated now in a rapid circle, pushing against Catherine’s fingers until they probed her vagina to the hilt. Suddenly the young woman’s legs begin to shake uncontrollably.

And then Emily was climaxing once more, this time with even more intensity than her first. As waves of pure pleasure consumed her, battering her body, she knew only that time had somehow ceased to exist, leaving only these white-hot sensations that she wished might continue forever. She bit into the pillow like an animal, as if natural pleasure had brought out some primal truth, some awakening of a beast inside of herself.

Listening to the pillow-muffled cries of her daughter, Catherine continued to stimulate the inner walls of Emily’s pussy with two fingers as the girl’s orgasm subsided. Her other hand rested between her own legs, massaging her own wet pussy. As Emily’s body relaxed into a peaceful afterglow, Catherine leaned forward, removing her hand from her own pussy… and gently laid her fingers, sticky with her essence, on Emily’s lips.

Emily willingly opened her mouth and eagerly accepted her mother’s fingers, running her tongue up and down them to sample once more the rich flavour of Catherine’s pussy.

Emily rolled over and looked up at the older woman longingly, then reached for Catherine’s hand, drawing her mother into a passionate embrace on top of her body. She wrapped her legs around her mother’s hips, resting her feet against the flesh of her mother’s buttocks.

Catherine gazed deep into her daughter’s eyes, licking her lips. Emily could feel her mother’s hardened nipples brushing her stomach, reawakening her sexual passions. The pair engaged in a long kiss, sighing with each flicker of the tongue and moist sliding of the lips.

In between kisses, Emily moaned, “I love you, Mother… and I want to stay like this forever.” She paused to plunge her tongue into Catherine’s mouth, licking her way around her mother’s lips, then gazed up at the older woman with renewed longing.  “I am yours,” she continued. “You have taught me both true pleasure — and my place in life.”

Catherine kissed Emily again and then, gently pulling away, said, “Tell me more, angel… tell me that you are mine.” The woman’s eyes positively smoldered with hunger; with lust.

“Mother,” whispered Emily, her eyes shining with love, “I am yours completely. Now, nothing can break us apart. My love for you is absolute, and I will never serve another in the way that I serve you. I will do anything you ask of me. Anything.”

“You still have much to learn, Emily,” Catherine replied. “Things which you cannot yet begin to fathom. Do you truly mean that I can ask anything of you?”

Emily’s only response was to hug her mother even tighter, pressing their nude bodies together. “I want to learn more, Mother. I will do whatever you wish, anything to please you, to worship you. Anything.”

At this Catherine rose once more, supporting herself with her arms and letting the ends of her long, brown hair fall fluttering over Emily’s shoulders, gazing very thoughtfully at her daughter. Finally she told the young girl to kneel on the bed. Emily obeyed and watched as her mother positioned herself on all fours, facing away, her arse facing the young woman.

Catherine moved her hands to her bottom and spread her buttocks open, revealing the pink pucker of her anus to her daughter’s view. Emily immediately blushed, looking away. But then, overcome with a mixture of curiosity and desire, the young woman looked again. Between the lovely globes of her mother’s arse, the mysterious cleft looked soft to Emily, almost inviting.

Suddenly Emily became aware, without being told, of what it was her mother desired.

She moved closer, her knees now between Catherine’s feet. Slowly and hesitantly, Emily brought her hand up to her mother’s bottom and pressed her fingers between the shapely buttocks. It was not wet, like the vagina, but still had an appealing warmth. Emily brought her head close and pressed her face between her mother’s cheeks, taking her first lick.

She did not know what to expect and tasted very little… it was how the toast-warm crevice gave under the pressure of her tongue, coupled with the thrill of performing such a perverse act to pleasure her mother, that soon had Emily’s pussy wet again. She licked again and again, with longer strokes each time. Soon she was rolling her tongue in circles around the rim of her mother’s arsehole, noticing that it contracted with each of her mother’s gasps of pleasure.

Catherine pulled her buttocks even further apart, allowing her daughter’s hot mouth to slip even deeper in between… and Emily happily obliged, pressing slightly with her fingers to allow her tongue a brief entry into the pink interior of Catherine’s arse. Her mother moaned, tempting Emily to continue. She pried her mother’s cheeks open even wider, hearing Catherine gasp at the stretching sensation. Emily then pressed her tongue deeper inside, tickling the walls of the rectum with the tip of her tongue. She felt a sudden joy at learning this thrilling new way to serve her mother.

A hand now between her thighs, Catherine was masturbating as her daughter ate her arsehole. Within minutes she had had her first orgasm… and a second buffeted her a mere thirty seconds later. When a third orgasm was completed a few minutes later, Catherine rose onto her knees. She was surprised and pleased to see that Emily did not stop licking, but rather continued to tongue her anus, lost in the thrill of lesbian lovemaking. Finally, she had to turn around to signal Emily to stop.

The daughter remained on all fours, looking up at her mother with a new smile… not one of innocent love, but one of experienced knowledge, someone a step closer to realizing her true worth and desires.

Catherine reached down and drew Emily into her arms. Mother and daughter knelt face to face, their naked bodies pressed closely together. Catherine gave her daughter a loving kiss, tasting her own arsehole on Emily’s lips. “You’re a good girl… and a wonderful lover,” Catherine murmured. “But your lessons are not yet over. It is late, and I must return to my bed chamber before the servants discover me missing and disturb your father.”

Her expression grew serious as she said in a tone of caution, “You must never tell anyone of the pleasures we two share — tonight, or any other. Their society does not accept who we are, and does not allow us to live as we do. In time, my love, you will become a full woman, more of a woman than your sisters could ever be.”

Emily looked confused, not understanding why she must hide the reasons for her happiness from those who care for her. “This is important,” Catherine continued. “Our love depends on this.”

Still confused, but feeling sure of her devotion, Emily replied that she would obey without condition. They shared one last heated kiss before Catherine tucked her daughter into bed.

Emily Blake rose the next morning a deliriously happy woman, passionate and hungry to learn the pleasures of life from the guidance and tutelage of her loving mother — and eager as well to lie naked with her again, exploring the delights of the flesh.

The End

 

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

by Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: So — another mystery tale from the JetBoy files. Like the others, I don’t know who wrote it or from whence it comes… like the others, I tweaked it somewhat, after turning it up years ago… like the others, I felt it was too good to keep to myself. I encourage anyone who knows the original (or even better, wrote the original in the first place) to contact us.

*****

My daughter Honey was a beautiful girl… a lovely face, dark hair in a cute pixie cut, big dimples and a laugh that made everyone who heard it smile. She was a quiet child, one who never really fit in with kids her own age. My mom always said that Honey had an “old spirit,” which might have been true. She’d always seemed more content to spend time in the barn or the garden than playing with other children, and was far more interested in nature than toys.

Truthfully, my daughter was a terrific asset to the household, especially after her father walked out on us for a girl of sixteen who bagged groceries at the neighborhood Winn-Dixie. Honey had learned everything she needed to know about gardening from her grandfather, and every summer she grew fresh vegetables for our larder. Her tomatoes are, to this day, the best I’ve ever tasted.

She also kept honeybees, another thing she picked up from my father. I was leery of letting her keep bees, as it seemed kind of dangerous, but finally I decided I’d let her try one hive to start.

If anyone ever had a knack for anything, it was Honey for her bees. It was as if Providence had dictated the name we gave her. By the time she was sixteen, she had a half dozen hives and had quite a bit of money saved for college from the honey she sold.

I was proud of my daughter, and loved her so much it hurt, but I worried about her at the same time. Honey was pretty, but she was bashful to the point of it being an actual handicap. I had raised her to be herself, though, and tried not to do much more than encourage her to be a bit more outgoing.

Our lives progressed as slowly and pleasantly as the warm afternoons Honey and I shared in the garden, or on the front porch sipping lemonade. By then, my husband had been gone for three years. I had dated a bit, but quickly became bored with the men in my town. That’s when I began to fantasize about finding sexual pleasure with another woman. I didn’t have the nerve to come on to another female, however — not in a rural community like mine. Instead I settled for lesbian erotica, a few sex toys purchased through the mail and my own fingers.

It was the second week of August, on a Wednesday night. I’d put on a dress and walked down to our local church for prayer meeting. Honey had never been much of a churchgoer, so I always attended the service on my own. Truth be told, I wasn’t much of a believer myself anymore, but still found pleasure in the ritual of community worship.

When I got there, a few of the other church women were standing outside chatting. As it turned out, Pastor Griggs had been unable to lead the service that day — evidently, he’d eaten too much watermelon with his noontime meal and was laid up with a stomach ache. Since it was so hot anyhow, they’d chosen to cancel the meeting. So I leisurely strolled the half mile back home, thinking the whole way how good a glass of ice-cold lemonade would taste once I got there.

I walked into the house and to the kitchen, where I put on my apron and made that pitcher of lemonade. I was just about to call to Honey to see if she wanted a glass, when I noticed that the coat hooks where she always hung her beekeeping hat with the veil and her bucket were empty. Figuring she was out tending her hives, I glanced out the back door and saw something lying on the ground about ten feet out from the steps. I walked out and saw it was one of Honey’s shoes. A few feet further, I found the other shoe. I walked about ten paces more and found her bibbed overalls lying in a heap on the ground.

I was instantly startled, afraid something awful had happened. I rushed down the path towards the edge of the field where my daughter’s beehives were, finding the rest of her clothes as I went.

Once I got within sight of the hives, I was in shock! There, tending them as usual was Honey, but now she was stark naked! I nearly shouted at her, but then stopped myself — I didn’t want to do anything that would stir up those bees.

So I stood and watched, torn between terror and fascination, as Honey opened the top of a hive and began taking out a frame, then retrieving the honeycomb. The bees just seemed to take it in stride as they buzzed freely around her, crawling all over her naked body.

I stood mesmerized as Honey scraped the honeycomb into her bucket, replaced the frame and top to the hive, and started back the path to the house, just as casual as can be.

A few yards past the hives, she broke off a piece of honeycomb. As she walked along she held it aloft and licked the honey from it, dripping golden drizzles of sweetness down between her breasts and onto her belly.

I hadn’t noticed until then how wonderfully Honey had blossomed into womanhood. She always wore baggy overalls and one of my ex-husband’s old shirts, concealing the contours of her body. Her breasts were slight, her stomach flat and her hips hadn’t filled out as much as mine, but she had become quite womanly… and utterly beautiful. Now I stared at my little girl, awed by her loveliness.

Once she started back up the path, I stepped out of sight, partly because I didn’t want to startle her… partly because I didn’t want to seem like I was spying on my own child. But I was. Moments earlier, my heart had been pounding frantically, my breath held out of fear for her safety. Now, my heart seemed to be pulsing with something other than fear.

I couldn’t take my eyes away from my daughter as she licked at the honeycomb, excess running down over her silky white skin. Her nipples were visibly erect as the honey slowly flowed over them like amber lava. It was easily the most sensual thing I’d ever witnessed. I could feel my own nipples beginning to throb under the church dress I still wore. My palms began to sweat as my hands trembled and I smoothed them down my thighs.

My God… could I be sexually attracted to my own daughter?

As she drew nearer I became aware of the dampness growing in my panties. My head was swimming with emotions. I wanted to run away, I wanted to touch myself, I wanted to kiss her — but all I could do was gape at Honey, lost in the sight of my naked child.

I hadn’t been this aroused in ages. My mouth had gone dry and I could feel sweat trickle down the small of my back. I stood motionless in the humid August evening, my senses so alive that I seemed to glow like the sun. I know this sounds blasphemous, but it felt as if I’d been touched by the hand of God.

Suddenly my naked daughter was but a few feet from me. “Honey,” I tried to say, but it came out as nothing more than a whisper.

She started, dropping the piece of honeycomb. For an instant she looked wide-eyed and surprised, but then a euphoric smile spread across her face as she looked deep into my eyes. I suppose, even to someone as innocent as Honey, the look of sexual desire is pretty easy to recognize.

My child slowly walked over to where I stood. Still smiling, her lips parted as if she was going to speak, but she never uttered a word. Instead she raised her fingers to my trembling lips.

“Baby… no…” I whimpered as my daughter slowly traced my lower lip, leaving a trail of honey.

“I love you, Momma,” she said — then her mouth claimed mine in a gentle kiss.

Unable to push her away, I relished the exquisite sweetness of my daughter’s mouth. Pulling away with a giggle, Honey touched her fingertips to my lips again. This time they parted, allowing her middle and index fingers to enter my mouth.

Closing my eyes, I slowly and methodically sucked her sticky fingers clean. Honey gave out a little moan and brought her face to mine once more, licking the honey from the corners of my mouth, her tongue briefly engaging mine. Throwing all restraint to the winds, I sucked at it.

Honey dropped her bucket, which hit the ground with a thunk, then I could feel her frantically unfastening the buttons of my dress. We kissed deeply and passionately as she pushed the garment off my shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.

Our tongues mingled, fell back, then mingled again. They swirled together, probing, teasing, our lips still sticky and sweet. Heart pounding, I dipped my face down to kiss one of her honeyed nipples. I knew this was wrong — she was my daughter, for God’s sake! — but the desire I felt was too powerful to refuse.

Honey gasped as I suckled her stiff nipple. My tongue explored her soft skin, lapping up the sweetness that she had drizzled on herself. Honey moaned, clutching my shoulders with both hands. I could feel her shiver as I caressed her beautiful bottom.

All at once Honey was pulling my slip off over my head and casting it away, Before I knew what was happening we were on the ground, panting and moaning, grinding our bodies together. I was on my back and Honey on top of me, fucking my mouth with her hot tongue.

I moaned when she slid a hand into my panties, parting my swollen, sticky labia with her fingers. She tickled and teased my clit until I was seeing fireworks. Whatever reluctance I’d felt before about making love to my own daughter had dissolved like mist.

Honey turned around and lay down beside me, coaxing me over until our positions were reversed and I was on top of her. My body throbbed like a tractor engine as I realized what my daughter wanted. I eagerly  straddled Honey’s face, then lowered my face between her parted thighs and tasted another woman for the first time.

We ate each other’s cunts in such a lustful frenzy that in no time, we were both moaning in ecstasy. I had no idea where Honey learned to do what she did to my pussy with her tongue, but it was incredible. She circled around my clit, only brushing it, never actually touching it until she was ready to get me off, and when she finally did… well, I‘ve never experienced such earth-shattering rapture, before or since.

It was a sinful act I was committing, making love to my own daughter — but at the same time, it felt so right and so natural that the notion of right and wrong got completely lost. I licked and sucked Honey’s pussy like I’d been a lesbian all my life. I went down on her the way I loved having my cunt eaten, the few times my late husband had done it to me… and my instincts must have run true, for my daughter was trembling helplessly and mewling with delight as I loved her. Soon Honey was nearly screaming as I brought her to a wrenching climax.

Spent, we lay side by side, bathed with sweat in the cool grass, trying to catch our breath and collect our thoughts, holding hands as the sun set off in the distance, causing shadows from the nearby pine trees to paint our naked bodies. We turned to one another, cuddled close and shared tender kisses as we whispered words of devotion.

After that afternoon, Honey shared my bed. We fucked morning, noon and night, whenever we had the time and desire to get naked together. Two years later, my daughter are still passionately in love.

Oh, and Honey ended up teaching me how to tend to her bees. I often collect the honey naked, as she still does… and several times I have masturbated a few yards away from the hives, remembering the day that my child and I became lovers.

The End

Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: Another gem from my files, its origin and the original author uncertain — but surely this is much too good to languish unread. As before, I left my own fingerprints all over this story, but too long ago for me to remember where.

*****

“Ohhh, Mom. Oh GOD.” Edie threw her head back, gasping ecstatically as she clutched her mother’s face to her chest.

Jackie lovingly suckled her daughter’s left nipple, all the while fondling her other breast. She inhaled sharply as Edie’s fingernails bit into her bare back. Bet that leaves a mark, she told herself.

Edie was frantically riding her mother’s thigh, the wet heat of the teen’s cunt a lover’s kiss against the older woman’s skin.

Raising her face from Edie’s breast, Jackie nuzzled a path up the girl’s neck until their eyes met, giving her daughter a look that smoldered with long-hidden lust. “Let’s take this into the bedroom, sweetheart,” she whispered, then punctuated her words with a hard, sloppy tongue kiss.

Edie’s mind reeled. She returned Jackie’s kiss, her arms entwining around her mother’s back… then she rose from the sofa, taking Jackie’s hand to lead her upstairs. Their make-out session clumsily continued as they stepped over discarded clothes and made their way upstairs to Jackie’s bedroom. The two women bumped against the walls of the stairway as they walked up, their mouths glued together, hands freely exploring one another’s naked bodies.

In the bedroom, grabbing her mother’s shoulders, Edie fell backwards onto the bed, pulling Jackie down on top of her. Bare breasts pressed together, the women kissed hungrily. “Mom,” Edie breathed as she pulled away, panting for a breath, “This is all so… unbelievable.” She sighed contentedly.

Jackie cupped her daughter’s face in her hands, looking her in the eyes. “Believe it, honey,” she said. “I’m going to show you everything.” Her hand slipped down her daughter’s naked body to cup her vulva, and Edie cooed in response.

*****

It had started innocently enough, with Jackie initiating a discussion about sex with her teenage daughter.

“Mom, I’m eighteen, you know,” Edie said dismissively.

“Oh, believe me, I know,” Jackie had said… which was strange, Edie had thought.

Jackie then took a deep breath and told her daughter what she was finally old enough to know: that her mother was a lesbian.

This revelation suddenly made a lot of strange things very comprehensible to Edie.

*****

“My GOD,” she exclaimed, writhing below her naked mother on the bed. Jackie had run a finger up her girl’s dripping wet slit as she kissed and nuzzled at her neck. Sliding down Edie’s body, Jackie gave her breasts more loving attention as she teased her daughter’s clit with a fingertip.

Edie was wracked by spasms of pleasure. She spread her legs wider beneath her mother, arching her wet pussy toward Jackie’s face, which was now making its way down her body. Her fingers tangled in her mother’s hair.

As her mother slid between Edie’s thighs, she whispered, barely audibly, “Beautiful… so beautiful.”

This both excited Edie and made her happy. She anticipated that incredible tongue exploring her pussy, and her breath hissed from her throat as she felt her mother’s breath tickling her skin. To her frustration, though somehow mixed with delight, her mother instead planted soft kisses on the inside of her daughter’s thighs… and her finger, slick with the teenage girl’s wetness, pressed slowly into Edie’s sphincter.

Sparks flew in Edie’s head. She thought she might pass out. Her mother had worked a digit all the way into her ass, up to the second knuckle, and began pumping it in and out as she continued to nuzzle her daughter’s thighs. Edie realized she might come without so much as her pussy being touched. “Mom… Mommy, ohhh, yes…” she whimpered.

Then, as if activated by those words, her mother’s mouth suddenly claimed her daughter’s throbbing cunt, her hot tongue plunging within to probe Edie’s vagina, her finger still fucking the girl’s ass.

Oh, God, my own mother, Edie thought, and that more than the physical sensations tumbled her over the edge. She shrieked and screamed her orgasm, her mother’s mouth never leaving Edie’s cunt despite the girl’s bucking and writhing. Soon Edie was out of breath and could hardly make a sound, but her orgasm just wouldn’t stop. “Mom. Mom!” she tried to cry.

Jackie took her daughter to the heights of pleasure… then gently brought her down, soothing Edie’s vagina with gentle kisses, caressing her thighs.

Edie and her mother cuddled naked, exchanging soft kisses. Her mind still reeled at the extent of this… the knowledge that she’d had sex with another woman — her own mom!

“This is a lot to take in for you, I know,” Jackie said, stroking her daughter’s hair, as though reading her mind — even though it wouldn’t have been difficult to tell what she must have been thinking about, Edie mused.

“Yeah, Mom… I guess it is,” Edie agreed softly, blushing a bit. What on earth could she possibly be embarrassed about now? she wondered.

“I don’t know if this is your first time or not,” Jackie said, caressing her belly, “but I hope you enjoyed it. You certainly seemed to!” she said, smiling playfully. “The erotic bond between mother and daughter… there’s nothing like it.”

“It’s my first time… you know, with a woman,” Edie replied. Almost unbidden, her finger went up and began to play with her mom’s nipple. Edie’s eyes shut, she lay back and sighed, before she raised up slightly, having just registered the last thing her mother had said. “Mom,” she asked, wide-eyed, “do you mean that you and Grandma… did you ever do this with… well, with her?”

Jackie smiled. “It’s funny you should ask that,” she cooed, gazing deep into her new lover’s eyes. “Yes, honey,” she said, indicating their tangled, naked bodies, “my mother and I made love, just like you and I just did.” She giggled. “And… I seduced her.”

Edie’s eyes were big as saucers. “Tell me about it,” the teenage girl said, feeling a thrill deep inside.

So Jackie did.

*****

It happened one night when she was 19, a college student, but still living at home. She had planned to move out and live in the university dorms, but decided instead to stay home and commute.

That spring — this was July — Jackie had met a girl at college, someone she was instantly drawn to sexually. While neither considered themselves gay, they had discovered they each shared a liberal view of sex after a night of heated lovemaking. They had been together as lovers for the rest of the school year.

Anyway, having discovered the pleasures of lesbian sex, the next logical step in Jackie’s mind involved sharing these newfound pleasures with her mother Brenda. Why shouldn’t they be intimate? Her mother was divorced, unattached and still incredibly beautiful… and Jackie knew that her mom had been involved with other women before, having read as much in college diary without her knowledge. She didn’t know if her mother could be persuaded to go to bed with her, but was determined to do her level best to make it happen.

At first her mother didn’t want to hear a word of any such thing.

“Mom,” Jackie had said, “that’s ridiculous. What are you afraid of, breaking a taboo? That’s stupid.”

Her 37-year-old mother wouldn’t take the bait. “That has nothing to do with it,” she said. “You are my daughter. That’s all.”

Jackie put on a pouty face. “You don’t think I’m pretty?”

Brenda did take that bait. “Jackie, honey, no,” she hastily said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “That’s not it. It’s just… not the kind of thing mothers are supposed to do with their children.”

Jackie shook her head. “I love you, Mom. And you love me. We’re not like most mothers or daughters. We’re friends, too. We’ve shared our lives, our secrets, our dreams.” She placed a hand on her mother’s thigh. “And all I want is to be closer to you, Mom. How can this be wrong if we both love one another?” She leaned closer to her mother, allowing her lips to brush the older woman’s ear. “Besides, Mom,” she breathed, “you are an incredibly sexy woman… and I just know that you’d be a hot fuck.”

“Jacqueline!” her mother gasped. But not with a lot of conviction.

“Mom, I’ve discovered sex between two women who trust each other and feel affection for one another is something truly beautiful and enjoyable. And that’s what I want to share with you, Mom.” She moved her face to her mother’s ear, blew in it softly, then kissed it gently. “More than anything else in the world…”

Shaking, her mother turned to her and they kissed… tentatively at first, then more frantically, their tongues coming into play.

And soon they were both undressed, and mother and daughter lay entwined in bed, kissing like the lovers they now were. Jackie made love to her mother, making her come over and over… all with an earnestness born of devotion. And, she realized, something of an adventurous spirit. They were bravely trying something new together… and both wanted to make sure it was a beautiful experience.

Soon, Brenda was eagerly returning her daughter’s affections, dipping her face between the girl’s thighs to taste Jackie’s cunt for the first time. Then she grew bolder, licking and sucking at the glistening sex before her like a woman possessed… until with a wild cry, Brenda’s daughter came in her face.

They made love for hours that night.

*****

By the time Jackie was finished with her story, Edie was squirming and nearly panting. Cupping her mother’s face in her hands, she kissed her warmly and wetly. Their tongues emerged to join in a loving duet, mouths sliding together sensuously. Jackie’s hands found her daughter’s ass cheeks again and she fondled Edie’s bottom, sending new bolts of sensation through the young woman.

“Mom,” Edie gasped, arching her back. “Oh, Mom!”

Jackie rolled over on top of Edie to pleasure the girl’s breasts, one after the other. She strummed her child’s nipple with her tongue, causing the young woman to moan helplessly.

Edie rolled them both over so she was on top as her mother continued to kiss and caress her. Jackie’s legs wrapped around Edie’s ass to pull her daughter down until their sexes met. Then she began to grind back and forth, pressing their dripping pussies together. Each woman’s tingling slit sent jolts of pleasurable friction through the other.

Wickedly stirred by these new sensations, Edie rocked forward and slid back, panting, “Oh, fuck… fuck… fuck!” under her breath.

Suddenly Edie’s eyes rolled back in her head. “Oh god… oh my god… ohmygodohmygodohmyggggg–!” and she came explosively from the wet, hot sensation of cunt against cunt, coupled with the mindblowing idea of her own mother actually fucking her. Panting and flushed, she collapsed on top of Jackie, who cradled her daughter’s head to her breast.

Jackie smiled. “I don’t want to wear you out your first time,” she said, her eyes shining with love for her daughter.

Edie raised an eyebrow and smiled wryly. She gently extricated herself from Jackie’s embrace, then slid down her mother’s body, pausing to place a butterfly kiss on Jackie’s nipple that made her gasp. Slowly she traced her tongue down her mother’s belly, making her way between her thighs.

Edie glanced up at her mother, who was now trembling in anticipation. “I’m going to lick your pussy now, Mom,” she cooed.

Jackie’s eyes rolled upward as Edie pressed her face into her throbbing sex. The girl began to lick her tentatively, exploring the heat and wetness of another woman’s cunt for the first time. “Oh!” Jackie exclaimed… “Oh, my darling,” her hands clutching at the sheets as her daughter began to eat her pussy for real.

Edie had no real idea what she was doing, just what she thought she would like and what her mom had done to her. It was more than enough. She was surprised to discover how much she loved the smell and taste of her mother’s vagina. Her mother bucked and shook and cried out as Edie feasted on her pussy.

Edie’s chin brushed the folds of her mother’s labia as she licked at Jackie’s clit. As she did, her mom’s legs closed over her daughter’s head and she began to writhe even harder, nearly screaming as she exploded in a convulsive climax that had her seeing stars. “Oh, my darling little girl,” she cried, her eyes shut tightly. “I love you!”

Edie pleasured her mother in a wild frenzy of incestuous lust, clawing at her legs, sliding her face up and down between the older woman’s thighs, her mouth loving every part of Jackie’s cunt.

Jackie screamed as the most intense orgasm of her entire life came crashing down upon her. “OH… MY BABY. MY DARLING LITTLE GIRL… OOHHH!” Every inch of her body seemed to be bathed in a sweet fire.

*****

When Jackie had had this little talk with her daughter about her lesbianism, a moment that seemed so long ago but wasn’t, she didn’t know what to expect from Edie. Her daughter might become angry and storm away. She might be confused and ask a lot of questions. She might be embarrassed to speak.

Instead, Edie just nodded her head, as if everything now made sense to her. Fleetingly, Jackie figured she was a smart girl, and she must have sensed something about her mother’s sexuality, even if she didn’t know about it outright.

All she knew was that Edie stood up and held out a hand to her. She stood up, too, and they hugged warmly. All Jackie’s anxieties about coming out to her daughter were melting away, and her heart glowed with happiness. Edie understood… or at least accepted.

Then Edie gently pulled away and studied her mother.

“What do you do?”

This was one question Jackie hadn’t prepared for. “Um… well, nothing out of the ordinary, if that’s what you mean.”

“How does it start?”

Jackie was puzzled. “How does it–”

Edie leaned in and pecked her mother on the lips. “Maybe… with a kiss?”

Jackie was alert, now. “I do like kissing,” she said softly.

Her daughter kissed her again, no tongue, just soft, careful lips. Then again, harder.

Jackie’s heart was pounding. “Edie, honey, I–”

Then again, Edie’s mouth parting slightly. And before she could think, Jackie’s tongue had slipped into Edie’s mouth, and she was kissing her own daughter like a lover.

Now Edie grabbed her mother’s shirt and began to tug it up over her head as their kisses grew frantic, desperate. They staggered about the room, the two of them, banging into the furniture, kissing frantically, “mmph”ing and trying to remove Jackie’s pastel top.

They finally got the shirt off, Jackie tossing it to the floor. Her daughter’s hands came up immediately to touch her breasts, caressing them. Jackie, still off balance and a little unsure, moaned and whimpered, “Edie… are you sure that you want this?”

The beautiful teenaged girl smiled lovingly at her mother… then moved in to kiss her gently, her tongue emerging to lick at her mother’s lower lip. Then she whispered “Teach me, Mom. Teach me about how women make love. I want to know everything… and there’s no one I’d rather learn from than you.” She closed her eyes, leaning close to kiss her again, then pulled away. “C’mon, Mom — let’s get naked.”

Edie grabbed her own shirt and practically tore it off. Her bra, too. Then she roughly embraced her mother, their breasts crushing together. Jackie sighed deliriously as her sweet child ran her hands and fingers through her mother’s hair. She slowly wrapped her arms around Edie, relaxing into their embrace as her daughter made love to her.

Before long Edie, her hands visibly shaking, were slipping off her jeans. Jackie took hers off, too. Both women’s panties were wet.

They embraced again, Edie grinding her pussy into her mother’s through their underwear. Jackie moaned and caressed her daughter, seeking out the teenage girl’s mouth with her own.

Finally Edie tugged her mother’s panties down, and Jackie returned the favor. Now naked, the new lovers pressed their bodies firmly together as they kissed, more passionately than ever. Jackie lowered her face to her daughter’s breasts, her mouth taking in a taut nipple. Edie inhaled sharply.

Jackie teased Edie’s nipples with her flicking tongue, suddenly remembering all the times she’d called her mother “Mommy” during their lovemaking. The incest she and her mother had indulged in had only made their love for one another stronger. She found herself desperately hoping Edie would call her “Mommy,” too…

*****

That was how it had started. Now, mother and daughter lay cuddled together in a warm afterglow.

Jackie kissed Edie tenderly, tasting her own pussy. She ran a finger along her daughter’s chin. “Sore?”

Edie smiled. “Yeah. But so worth it.” She kissed her mother back. “Way worth it.”

Jackie smiled brightly. Now they were softly, tenderly making out again. None of the hunger or urgency of before… just two women in love, tasting one another, luxuriating in a relaxed embrace. Being together.

After awhile Edie smiled up at her mother, and sank down to nuzzle at Jackie’s nipple. She lovingly engulfed it in her mouth and began suckling, like a baby. Jackie shivered and sighed contentedly. She stroked Edie’s hair. “My dearest love,” she whispered. “I hope you know now that sex isn’t just something you do, it’s a way to love. What you and I have, right now… it’s the greatest gift of our lives.”

“I think… I understand that now, Mom,” Edie murmured, raising herself up to kiss her mother’s sweet mouth.

The End

By Candy Kane

{ This story was originally posted at the Nifty Archive in November 1997}

“Karen, I’m going to take a shower,” Brenda said as the movie ended. “Want to join me?” She got up from the couch and stretched her arms over her head; her breasts pushed her T-shirt out as it rode up exposing her bare navel and tiny bikini panties. It was Saturday and our parents were away for the weekend. My seventeen-year-old twin sister and I had decided to spend the evening at home watching TV.

“Sounds good,” I said. “You get started while I clean up.” I watched her head up the stairs, her long legs tanned and slim, her bare feet padding on the carpet. I picked up the empty popcorn bowls and soda glasses and went to the kitchen.

The movie we rented was sexy with lots of nudity. Brenda and I had been lying on each end of our large living room couch. My hand had slipped down between my legs a few times during the really hot scenes, and I could tell from Brenda’s squirming that she was enjoying herself too. By the end of the movie, I was definitely turned on and wet. I knew from Brenda’s suggestion of the shower that she was as horny as I was.

Taking a shower together was not unusual; we loved being naked and touching each other. When we were younger, it was innocent, sisterly stuff: inquisitive fingers exploring under a nightie or a bathing suit. But when we became teenagers, things started getting a lot hotter between us. Like the first time Brenda made out with a boy. She raced home to tell me. I wanted to know how it felt so she showed me. From then on, we would practice our kissing techniques on each other before we went out on a date. I quickly realized that I liked making out with my sister more than with any boy.

We shared a large bedroom with two beds, but in the winter we often slept together. Many nights, we would snuggle up to get warm and our hands would wander, caress, and search. It was so erotic to fall asleep with our bodies entwined and my hand between Brenda’s legs or hers on my breast. One night, I woke up to feel her finger in me. She must have been having a very wet dream; she was fingering me in her sleep. I thought it was so adorable and returned the favor, awakening her from her slumber with a warm, wet orgasm.

The memory sent a tingle down between my legs as I finished cleaning up the kitchen and headed upstairs to our parents’ huge bathroom. It had a whirlpool and double-headed shower. I could see Brenda through the steamy glass shower doors. She had her head tilted back, letting the hot water wash over her face. Her small breasts glistened from the hot water. As she turned around, I could see the V-shaped pubic patch that pointed like an arrow to her slit. I had trimmed it for her only a few days before and called it my “get to the point” design.

I pulled my T-shirt over my head and pushed my panties down my legs. My pussy was still damp from playing with myself earlier. Sliding the glass door open, I stepped inside as the steam rushed up and surrounded me.

“Let me wash your back,” I purred, reaching for the washcloth.

“Wait, Karen,” Brenda held my arm, “just your hands.”

“You’re such a bad girl,” I said as she pulled me into the stream of water.

Brenda handed me a bar of soap and turned to face the marble wall. “Do my back.”

I lathered up my hands and rubbed them in big circles over her back, starting at her shoulders and working my way down. Brenda leaned forward placing her hands on the wall; her head faced down between her arms as the hot water sprayed over her. I increased my circles to include her ribs and hips, letting my hands reach around to sweep over her breasts. Every second or third time, I would pause to give her nipples extra attention; they hardened at my touch. I ran my hands along her arms stopping to gently clean her armpits. My sister was very sensitive there and had told me that when I kissed or caressed her underarms, it sent sparks shooting down between her legs. I hoped it was working now.

From there, I lathered up the soap again and worked my way down to her bottom. And what a thing of beauty: tight and perfectly shaped. Brenda’s clothes clung so nicely to it; I know because I watched it just as much as everyone else did when she walked down the hall at school. Brenda and I loved to play little sexy games when we were in public. Like at school, we would go into a stall in the bathroom and finger each other until we came… or touch one another in crowded elevators without being noticed.

As the hot water created a steam cloud wrapping itself around us, I leaned forward and kissed Brenda’s back. Then I lathered up again and rubbing her beautiful bottom. Running my slippery hand up and down her ass crack, I could tell she was getting aroused. Her breathing deepened and she spread her legs for me. “Get me really clean,” Brenda said, smiling over her shoulder.

“Expecting company?” I asked.

“Only that wicked tongue of yours.”

“My, aren’t we horny tonight.” I squatted down and ran my soapy hands along her legs enjoying the feel of her soft inner thighs. While I stroked them, my eyes never left that gorgeous ass right in front of my face, particularly her puckered little hole. It looked like a small flower and I remembered the first time I saw it up close. We were in bed one night exploring each other’s bodies using only the glow of a flashlight. Brenda lay on her stomach and stuck her bottom up. She reached back and spread her cheeks so I could see her hole, asking me what it looked like. I told her I thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world — next to her pussy, of course! That night we spent hours playing with and licking each other’s bottoms.

I continued washing Brenda’s legs working my way up until I was stroking her pussy from behind. She moaned at my touch. Then I took my thumbnail and softly scratched her anus causing an immediate contraction of her cheeks. I pushed the tip of my thumb against her little hole until her muscles relaxed, and then let it slide in about an inch or so. Brenda responded by pushing back, taking it in further.

With my thumb inside her, I pressed my hips up against her ass. Spreading my legs slightly, I brought my pussy against the back of my hand and started a slow pumping rhythm as my thumb slid in and out of her while I massaged her cunt. Next, I leaned over so my breasts lay against her back. I reached my other hand around and cupped her left breast, taking her swollen nipple between my fingers and giving it a firm squeeze. I pushed my pussy against my hand forcing my thumb up inside her rectum as far as it would go.

“God, that feels so good,” she managed to say as she met my thrusts. “Just the right size.” Her words were slurred as her breathing quickened, her body trembled. I know my sister well; she was going to come fast and hard. I loved the feel of my cunt pressing against my hand, but right then I was thinking only of her; all I wanted was to make her come.

She climaxed with a shudder; gritting her teeth and jerking her head up and back. She made a low moaning sound as she closed her eyes, the steaming water washing over us. I slowed my thrusts and tried to support Brenda to keep her from sinking to the floor; her legs shaking, her body limp. Slowly she recovered and caught her breath. As I took my thumb out of her, I gave her pussy a few loving strokes and covered her back and neck with kisses.

She straightened and turned around, her eyes glazed over with sex. Brenda wrapped her arms around my neck and locked her mouth on mine, her tongue shot out in a hot, wet kiss. It was not a sisterly peck but a passionate, “fuck me” kiss. Our breasts pressed together… wet and slippery, soft and wonderful. We shifted slightly so our pussies could grind against each other’s thighs; our hips moved in a wanton, lustful motion. Finally, we broke the embrace and I took Brenda by the hand. “Let’s dry off and go to bed,” I said.

“Is that a proposition?” she asked with a giggle.

“Let’s just say I heard you were… easy.”

She kissed me again while she slid her hand down my stomach to my pussy, her middle finger resting between my folds. Then she whispered into my ear, “Meet you in the bedroom, cutie.”

Shutting off the water, we opened the glass doors and stepped out. Brenda grabbed two large towels and we dried each other off. I was so turned on I wanted to pull her to the floor and go down on her right there. But before I could, Brenda threw her towel over my head. “So you think I’m easy, do you? Well, little sister, if you want to fuck me, you’ve got to catch me first.”

With that, she ran out the door and down the hall. Tossing the towel aside, I raced after her, thoroughly enjoying her girlish laughter and the sight of her bouncing ass and long legs as she disappeared around a corner. Down the stairs we ran, me catching her only to have Brenda slip out of my grasp and sprint to the next room. Finally, she ran back up the stairs, heading for our parents’ room and their king sized bed. By the time I caught up, Brenda had yanked the covers off and thrown them to the side. Then she scrambled onto the bed and positioned herself with her back to the headboard. I stopped a few feet away to catch my breath. “Is there something you wanted, young lady?” she said, nonchalant as if she had just noticed me for the first time.

I gave out a little growl and went down on my hands and knees, my cunt throbbing and flared wide open, ready for love. Brenda brought her knees up and spread her legs apart. Then she reached down with her fingertips and opened herself to me, her sex glistening. I crawled between her thighs. Her scent filled my nostrils. I was so turned on, my body shook, my eyes blurred. I bent down and kissed her pussy with the same passion I would have kissed her mouth. Then I lowered myself onto the bed, the coolness of the sheets wonderful against my naked body.

As Brenda wrapped her long legs around my head, I devoured her like a hungry animal; licking, sucking and drinking in all the sweet love juice that flowed from her cunt. I reached up, took her nipples between my fingertips, and squeezed them as I licked her. She moved her hips in unison to my thrusts and her soft purring quickly turned to moans and cries as her climax built. Brenda ran her fingers through my hair, pushing on my head to force my tongue deeper inside her. Finally she stiffened and squeezed me tight with her legs as an explosive orgasm rocked her body. I slowed and opened my eyes, looking up at her. It was the most beautiful sight I could imagine as I watched her drift in and out of the blissful haze.

“Come here, baby,” she breathed, opening her arms to me. I crawled up her body, licking and kissing as much of her salty, damp skin as I could. When our lips were inches apart, she wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed hungrily. My lips and chin were wet from her pussy, and she tasted herself with delighted purrs of pleasure.

“I love making you come,” I said between kisses.

“Really, I hadn’t noticed.” We both giggled as we continued planting kisses all over each other’s faces.

“You’ve been doing all the work,” Brenda said when we finally stopped to catch our breath. “Now it’s my turn,” and scooted out from under me. Still on my stomach, I waited until she positioned herself behind me before I pulled my knees in and stuck my ass up. I could feel her warm breath as she nuzzled her face between my cheeks. Then she ran her tongue up and down my crack using the tip to tease my asshole before moving down to lick my pussy. “You smell so good,” she said between licks.

“Good enough to eat?” I asked with a wiggle.

Her answer was a loud moan as she pressed her face into me and licked at my pussy. Brenda knew how much I loved being eaten from behind and electricity shot through me when her tongue went in my pussy and her nose pushed on my anus. I reached back to spread my cheeks and she rubbed my legs and ass, her experienced tongue doing exactly what I liked.

“Oh, you’re such a fucking nasty girl!” I said through clenched teeth. Suddenly the phone rang.

“Shit!” Brenda said, looking up.

Slowly I swung around, out of breath, my chest heaving. “It could be Mom or Dad. We’ve got to answer it.” I took her face in my hands and pulled her mouth to mine. I could taste my pussy all over her.

“Fuck!” she said as we broke the kiss.

“Hold that thought.” I rolled over to reach the phone on the table beside the bed. “Hello.” I listened for a moment and then held my hand over the receiver. “It’s Mrs. Cummings from down the street,” I whispered. “She’s been called into an emergency shift at the hospital and her husband’s on the road. She wants to know if we could baby-sit Lisa tonight?”

“Lisa?”

“You know, her twelve-year-old.” As I spoke, I watched Brenda as she slowly slipped two fingers in and out of her pussy. She knew she was driving me crazy as she brought them up and licked off her juice. With a wicked smile, she stuck her fingers deep inside her again and then offered them to me.

I asked her what she meant and she told me that two of the girls went outside on the porch to smoke a cigarette. After a few minutes, she went to the window to see what was taking them so long and she saw them kissing and making out. I immediately saw her point; my pussy moistened at the idea of eating something that young and sweet.

When we came out of the bathroom, the girls were still looking at the pictures in the magazine. Brenda pulled out a couple of joints and we all sat around and smoked them. Then someone suggested we play strip poker. To make it interesting, we decided that the loser of each hand had to let another girl remove the article of clothing.

Brenda lost the first hand on purpose to break the ice. She picked me and I pretended to be her boyfriend. I slowly unbuttoned her shirt, seductively sliding it off her shoulders. Then I went behind her, reached around and playfully fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples through her bra. The girls called out for more and cheered me on. I pulled one side of her bra down and flashed them a nipple. This brought more cheers and applause.

I lost the next hand, so I stood up and made Brenda kneel in front of me and pull my jeans down. Like a guy shoving dollar bills in a stripper’s garter, Brenda stuck a few playing cards in the top of my panties and asked me what she got for her “money”. One of the cards was an ace, so I put it down the front of my panties and rubbed it on my wet pussy. I took it out and let her sniff. Then she passed it around and the girls all agreed I smelled sexy.

“I think you’ve got the right idea, Brenda,” I said and pulled my shirt off. Without standing up, I slipped my panties under my ass and down my legs. Then I tossed them at Brenda who held the crotch up to her nose.

“Smells like somebody wants to fuck,” she said, and playfully tossed them back at me.

Lisa was staring. “Are you guys always this…”

“Crazy?” Brenda said.

“Definitely.” I added.

Author Unknown

Adapted by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

Note from JetBoy: This initiates a new series of stories to appear at Juicy Secrets: items from my rather largish library of lesbian fiction that come from… well, I know not where. I compiled thousands of stories before realizing the wisdom of noting A) the author’s name, and B) the website from whence it came. Foolish, I know. All of these are works that I tweaked somewhat — fixing errors, editing out unwanted male sex partners, but mostly expanding the text — which nearly always means adding more sex.

Some of these are simply too good to keep hidden away… so the idea will be to post the story, while encouraging anyone who knows the original (or even better, happened to write the original in the first place) to contact us. In most cases, if the author is willing, we’ll be happy to post the authentic story — and in all cases, we will immediately take ours down if the author so desires. 

Thanks, and enjoy! 

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Sarah had such an incredibly sexy ass that I couldn’t keep myself from stealing glances at it. She wore a thin, lavender muslin skirt and a halter top. Sunlight spilled through the window where she stood, making her long brown hair seem nearly golden. The shape of her body was obvious through her clothes.

I leaned back into the couch, sipping Chardonnay and trying to stay calm. I wanted to play this cool, to figure out how she felt about love between women before I tried anything, but she kept her house chilly, and I could feel my nipples getting hard beneath my dress. I supposed there was no way I could hide that. I just sort of grinned. If I was very lucky, it would turn her on.

She turned back to me and smiled. “Well, the girls seem to be getting along fine,” she said.

I was here on the pretext of a play date for our daughters, who were now in the backyard. They had ballet class together, where I had met Sarah. She was the most attractive of the other mothers, single, and about my age. I had heard through the grapevine that she’d had a bad breakup with the father, and wasn’t dating right now. Perhaps she had given up on men. I could only hope…

She came back, sat down opposite me, and poured herself some more wine.

“You have a lovely house,” I said.

“Thanks.”

She took a sip and leaned back, gazing at me. She seemed very comfortable. I wasn’t. I felt my cheeks start to redden from her attention.

Sarah just kept scrutinizing me. She had the loveliest soft brown eyes, too.

I had never been the aggressive sort, preferring to play things out slowly with a potential lover. To be honest, I had always been a bit awkward at this. Plus, I reminded myself, our daughters are just outside. So I sat there, excited but flustered. It took all of my willpower to refrain from touching myself.

All that being said, I suspected that it was obvious how I felt about Sarah.

Summoning my courage, I smiled at her, looking into her eyes. Then I let my gaze drift down, over her chest. Her breasts were nice and shapely. She wore no bra, and her halter left plenty exposed. She had a nice flat tummy, with a bit of definition to her abs. Her legs were lean and athletic, and lightly tanned. She had kicked off her shoes earlier, when we arrived. Her feet seemed delicate, compared to the rest of her. They were nestled in the plush white carpet.

She parted her legs a bit and gave me a knowing smile. I tried to calm myself down. I hadn’t any intention of doing anything with Sarah today, not with my little girl there. I just wanted to get to know her, to find out if she was interested.

It was pretty clear that she was.

The girls came in laughing and holding hands. Kelsey, my daughter, was ten. She was wearing a little blue jumper dress and had her black hair up in curls. I thought she looked perfectly adorable, even if her knees and elbows were dirty from playing outside.

Ashley, Sarah’s daughter, was eleven. She was wearing a tiny pair of shorts and a t-shirt. She had her mother’s brown hair, tied up in a ponytail, and a cute elfin face. She stood a few inches taller than Kelsey, and was dragging her along into the house. Both girls were glistening in the shaft of sunlight that spilled through the open door.

“Mom,” Ashley blurted out, “We’re thirsty. Can we get some lemonade?”

I straightened up and tried to seem relaxed, not wanting the girls to see me in such an obvious state of arousal. Sarah seemed to have no such qualms, though. She sat just as she was, legs parted, a hungry look in her eyes.

“Sure,” she responded.

The girls went to skip past us toward the kitchen when Sarah stopped them.

“Sweetie…” she said, “You’re forgetting the kiss tax.”

Ashley giggled. “Sorry, Mom.”

“In our house, we have a kiss tax,” she said to me. Every time you go into the kitchen for a drink or snacks while someone is sitting here in the living room, you have to pay a forfeit of one kiss.”

Ashley went up to her mother, leaned in and and hugged her. Then she looked over at me a bit warily, as if deciding something. She planted a cute little kiss on Sarah’s cheek.

“And Kelsey, I know you’re a guest here, but you have to pay the kiss tax too.”

She beckoned Kelsey to come to her. It was all a bit weird, but I did nothing to stop it. Kelsey had always been an affectionate girl, and loved to give and receive hugs. It was just a bit disturbing to see my little girl embrace a woman I was longing to fuck.

Sarah took Kelsey up into her arms, giving her a big hug. “You’re such a pretty little girl,” she said, “Simply delightful.”

Kelsey had a great big smile on her face as she hugged Sarah back. They kissed each other on the cheek.

“Mmmmm,” Sarah cooed. She gave Kelsey a little pat on her bottom, then looked over at me and gave me a big smile. I opened my mouth to speak, but said nothing.

As for Sarah’s daughter Ashley, she just stood there, studying me.

“All right, girls,” Sarah then said, “you have to pay Audrey the kiss tax, too.”

The girls approached me. Kelsey was closer, and got there first. She crawled into my lap and embraced me. I felt my heart race with a sudden excitement — perhaps because I’d been thinking about sex all afternoon, and was so aroused that even hugging my little girl was enough to intensify the heat between my legs. I was on fire, my heart singing with adoration for my little girl as we kissed each other warmly on the cheek.

I caressed her softly, my sweet little daughter with her dark curls. Her slender body, covered by a soft cotton jumper, pressed against mine. Something lurid passed through my consciousness, a sudden impulse to kiss her on the mouth. I closed my eyes and silently counted to ten. My body hungered for love like it never had before and I was quaking with the need for release, but I couldn’t let Kelsey see that.

Then Kelsey drew away, and Ashley lightly touched my arm, as if she was waiting for permission to kiss me. She had her mother’s soft brown eyes, and I could feel myself falling into them.

I took the sweet nymph into my arms and hugged her. How could I not?

She embraced me warmly, tenderly. I felt my hard nipples brushing against her body through the dress I wore.

I let out an involuntary little sigh, my eyes drifting shut. It isn’t wrong to hug and kiss little girls, I reminded myself. That I’m turned on right now, holding Ashley… just a coincidence. It’s her mother I want. Only her.

I felt Ashley’s lips brush against my cheek, then again. Angel-soft little kisses. They were luscious. Then they strayed to my mouth!

It was a tiny kiss, then another — brief, barely even a touch. My eyes flickered open. She sat back looking at me, deciding. Then she kissed me again. I let her. My lips parted, just a bit.

I was kissing a little girl on the mouth. In front of her mother. In front of my daughter.

“Okay, you’re all paid up, honey,” Sarah said, just in time to keep me from bringing my tongue into play. “You girls go on and enjoy your lemonade.”

Ashley drew away from me. I glanced over at Kelsey, not knowing how she might have reacted to seeing me kiss her new friend that way. She seemed a little puzzled, but nothing more. Then Ashley seized her hand, leading Kelsey into the kitchen.

“M-my God,” I whispered, once they’d left the room.

Sarah smiled at me. “That was a bit much for you, huh?” she said.

“Look, I’m so sorry. I don’t ever act like that.”

“It’s okay, sweetie. I’m very open with Ashley about love and sex. She obviously figured out that you like me, and was just playing with you.”

I gaped at her, my heart suddenly racing.

“You do like me, don’t you?” she asked.

“Oh God, yes,” I blurted out.

She smiled hugely. “I like you too. Very much, I think. Why don’t we send the girls up to Ashley’s room and we can go to mine. My daughter knows not to disturb me there. Will Kelsey be all right?”

I began to speak, hesitated. “She doesn’t know about my, um… liking women.”

Sarah gave me a thoughtful smile. “Perhaps it’s time she found out.”

This was not how I had planned things. Sarah got up and walked to the kitchen, and I stared at her legs and ass as she passed. Almost involuntarily, I reached up to lightly brush one of my nipples. It felt divine. There was a rising dampness between my legs.

I nodded to myself. Yes. It was time that Kelsey found out about me. Finally.

Taking a deep breath, I followed Sarah into the kitchen. The girls were fumbling with a big pitcher of lemonade, evidently pouring their second glasses.

When I entered, Sarah reached for my hand. “Girls,” she said, “Audrey and I want to be alone for awhile. Do you think you could both go upstairs to play, and not come out until we call?”

The girls looked at us. Ashley seemed to understand exactly what was going on. She smiled and said, “All right, Mom. Have fun.”

Kelsey looked confused, though, so I went to her.

“Sweetie,” I said, “Sarah and I are becoming more than just friends. Do you understand that?”

“Uh… I’m not sure.”

“I have a lot of warm feelings for her. Adult feelings. She and I want to be together alone, to… explore those feelings.”

“Like you both are girlfriends?” she asked.

“Sort of, sweetie, yes.”

“They’re just gonna get all lovey-dovey and kissy,” Ashley giggled. “C’mon, let’s go to my room and play.” She grabbed Kelsey by the hand and pulled her away, leading her out of the kitchen and toward the stairs. Kelsey looked back at me, still puzzled.

“She’ll be fine,” Sarah said, wrapping her arm around my waist. She leaned into me. I felt her breast press against my arm. My body responded.

The girls disappeared up the stairs. Then I heard them both giggle.

“See, they’re perfectly okay,” Sarah said. She kissed my cheek gently.

I stopped worrying about Kelsey, turned to my new friend and returned her kiss. Her tongue darted into my mouth, and I moaned in delight, melting into her embrace.

We kissed hungrily for a minute or so, then Sarah gently drew away. “Come with me,” she murmured.

I followed her up the stairs, my hand on her ass most of the way. We passed a door that said KEEP OUT in big magenta letters. I heard the girls chattering and laughing on the other side as we continued down the hall to the door at the end. Sarah led me inside, then shut the door firmly before shoving me against it. I gasped in a mixture of surprise and sexual heat.

She kissed me hotly, probing with her tongue. I fondled her ass, the thin fabric of her skirt and panties offering little resistance to my exploring fingers. I pressed between her legs, feeling the back of her skirt grow damp to the touch. She moaned, grinding her pelvis into mine. I allowed my fingers to drift upward, to where her asshole should be, and pressed between her cheeks.

“Oh fuck,” she muttered. I was touching her through two layers of fabric, but I could tell I was in the right place. “So you’re into that.”

“College left me with two worthwhile things,” I said. “Kelsey, and my taste for women’s asses.”

“Ooooh,” she moaned, gripping me tightly, her eyes wide as I fingered Sarah’s anus through her clothes.

“Do you like it?”

“Mmmmm, It feels fucking great. D-don’t stop.”

I smiled. I began to feel relaxed, in control. Everything had been so weird, awkward, and nervous so far, but now I had her ass, and she loved it.

I positioned her on the bed, up on all fours, then unfastened her skirt, dropping it to the floor. Her panties were a sheer lilac floral print, so pretty that they literally made my pussy tingle. I bent to give her a few gentle kisses through the fabric, then the panties came off, too.

Her ass was like a dream… like a juicy pink peach, full and fleshy, jiggling deliciously when I gave her a light smack.

Kneeling behind Sarah, I parted her cheeks with both hands. Her rosebud was tiny and smooth, her pussy was and delicate, with swollen labia. I leaned in and licked both with one stroke of the tongue. She moaned. I moaned. Her taste was heavenly.

I licked her anus again, trailing my tongue through the puckered cleft, then gave it a wet, sucking kiss. I felt her whole body tense up. “Oh fuck,” she moaned, “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.”

I pressed in my tongue, hard, and reached the fleshy inner parts of her asshole. It tasted metallic, and slightly sweet.

“Mmmm… your ass tastes great!” I exclaimed, raising my head. Then, parting her cheeks as widely as possible, I pushed my tongue into her rectum, fucking it in and out. By now, my cunt was throbbing like a idling engine, so I pulled up my dress and groped myself while I ate her ass.

“Holy fuck,” she said, “No one has ever done this to me before…”

“Really?” I asked, breathing heavily, still nuzzling her crack, “I got the impression you were pretty experienced.”

“I am! But this… this is some wild kinky shit.”

“But do you like it?” I cooed.

She twisted her head around, flashing me a bad-girl smile. “I fucking love it,” she gasped.

I grinned back. “Cool. Then you can do it to me.”

I gave her pussy and ass one more wet lick… and when Sarah rolled over and onto her back, I climbed on top of her, then crushed my mouth to hers in a passionate kiss.

She moaned as I fucked her mouth with my tongue, then broke away, eyes wild, panting for breath.

“Do you like how you taste?” I asked.

“Mmmyeah… it’s yummy,” she sighed.

“Good. Now lick me that way,” I said.

I’ve spent most of my life as a shy and awkward woman. But whenever I get past that shyness… well, let’s just say I let myself go completely.

Sarah had a big smile on her face. It made me hot. Clearly, she was ready to play my game.

I got on all fours and she knelt behind me. I felt her lift the hem of my dress and stroke my ass through the silk lingerie I wore. I was biting my lip, trembling in anticipation as she slowly slid my panties down. Then… nothing. I turned a bit and looked at her. Sitting back on her haunches, she removed her halter top and tossed it aside. Her breasts were lovely and round, with plump pink nipples. They had a nice natural sag to them that looked very motherly.

She fed her beautiful little girl from those, I thought… and suddenly I had a vision of her eleven-year-old daughter, curled in her mommy’s lap and nursing from Sarah’s breasts. Damn, I told myself, why can’t I stop thinking about Ashley?

I pushed that thought out of my mind. I didn’t want to go there. I arched my butt a bit further into the air, waiting for Sarah to pleasure me.

My skirt had fallen back down, and she pressed her hand tightly against my aching mound. I moaned. It felt so fucking good, but I wanted her to rim me.

“Lick my ass, damn it,” I moaned.

She kept caressing my pussy.

Oh, my fucking God… she had seen right through me! It was our first time together, but she just naturally understood that I was more of a sub than I seemed.

“Please, Sarah… please eat my ass,” I gasped.

Sarah took her hand away from my cunt and lifted my dress again, but she still didn’t give my anus the attention it craved. Instead, she began kissing my thighs and lightly caressing my bottom. Feather-light touches, not the frenzied assault I craved.

She was making me wait. I was building up like a seismic rumble about to turn into a fucking earthquake, and she was teasing me.

I knew, at that moment, that she was the perfect lover for me.

“Please,” I whimpered. “Oh, please, Sarah.”

“What do you want me to do-ooo?” she crooned.

“Rim me, lick my asshole.”

“Are you a dirty little slut?”

“Yes. Oh my God, yes.”

Sarah’s voice turned hard, insistent. “Then say it. Don’t make me drag it out of you.”

“I… I’m a dirty little slut.”

“Yes you are…”

I closed my eyes, trying to relax, but my heart was running like sixty. This was turning out even better than I could have imagined.

Her tongue! There, it was slipping through my crack. I shuddered and moaned, reaching back with one hand to spread my cheeks apart. “Oh, yes,” I whispered breathlessly, “yes!”

I felt a line of warm wetness gliding up and down between my buttocks, heard the sound of slurping and kissing. Wanting to bare myself completely for Sarah, I fumbled for the clasp of my skirt, unfastened it and cast it aside.

Now we were both naked but for our socks. I felt totally exposed and vulnerable, the most secret parts of me hers to use as she pleased.

“Should I put a finger in?” she asked.

“If you want,” I gasped out. “My ass b-belongs to you, lover.”

There was a pleased note in her voice. “How many?”

I wanted her to ravage me, tear me apart. “As many as you can.”

It must have been three. They felt enormous, stretching my rectum. There was pain, but it was glorious. I let out a long, hoarse moan. She pumped her fingers in and out, and I rocked my hips with the motion. I was going to come very soon.

Then I heard Kelsey’s voice cry out. The air conditioner had stopped, and the sound must have carried through the vent.

“What was that?” I panted, pulling away, feeling her fingers withdraw from me.

“It’s just the girls playing,” she said.

I’d been so close to coming, God damn it — but I was a mother first.

I stood, reaching for my skirt. “I’m going to check on them.” My legs were wobbly. I tried to breathe normally, but really couldn’t.

“Wait,” she said, “Don’t go. I still have a nanny cam installed. We can check from here without disturbing them.”

She reached for a remote, turning on the TV. She clicked through some complex menus, then an image of Ashley’s room popped up, and our two girls were there.

I wasn’t at all prepared for what I saw, and the sight nearly flattened me. Ashley was licking my daughter’s slit.

They were on Ashley’s bed. Kelsey was on her back, the hem of her dress pushed up around her waist. Ashley was lying prone between her legs, naked except for a pair of sheer pink panties. The image was a bit grainy, but I could see her fingers spreading Kelsey open, her tongue flicking in and out of my daughter’s vagina.

“I can get sound, too,” Sarah said, flatly. She fumbled with the remote a bit, and suddenly I heard the sound of Kelsey’s moans.

I could have reacted in many different ways. I could have shrieked, horrified. I could have cried, devastated, broken. I could have been overcome by the beauty of the two girls. I could have felt tenderness, and love.

Kelsey’s face was rapt with pleasure. She let out a long moan and stroked Ashley’s hair.

I sat down heavily on the side of Sarah’s bed and watched as my little girl experienced lesbian sex. Is it her first time? I wondered. It must be.

Sarah sat beside me and put her arm around me. She whispered, “Are you okay?”

My head was spinning, my body numb… but somehow I found the strength to reply. “Um… give me a minute to figure that out.”

“Oh, wow, that feels good!” It was Kelsey’s voice, ringing out over the speaker. She sure didn’t sound like a ten year old.

Sarah stroked me gently and kissed my cheek. “It’s a beautiful sight, isn’t it?” she cooed.

Suddenly I knew that Sarah was right. It was beautiful. I brushed my nipples with trembling fingers, feeling my arousal grow. Ashley’s pert bottom, concealed by those little pink panties, was the loveliest thing I’d ever seen. The way her butt squirmed and gyrated was downright hypnotic.

“Ashley’s a dirty little girl, isn’t she?” I said. “God, she’s… she’s fucking my daughter.”

Sarah smiled. “And if things work out the way they should, Kelsey will be fucking her.”

What could I do? I sat and watched as Kelsey’s pleasure grew. Her face was angelic. I so dearly loved her… how could I deny my little girl this happiness?

I turned and gave Sarah a deep kiss. “In answer to your question…” I took a deep breath. “Yes. I’m fine with this. You’re right — they are beautiful together.”

“Good,” Sarah said, “Let’s go tell them, then. Let’s tell them they are beautiful and that we love them, and we’re happy that they’ve found one another.”

I frowned. “Shouldn’t we, um… wait until they finish?”

Sarah just smiled and took my hand. “Come,” she said, leading me toward the door.

“Aren’t we going to put our clothes on?” I gasped.

She shook her head. “Let’s be completely open with the girls,” she replied. “I want them to know about you and me.” She laughed. “After all… aren’t they lovers too?”

Heart racing, I followed her into the hall. Good grief, what was I getting myself into?

We went up to the door with the magenta KEEP OUT sign. She knocked lightly, then said, “Girls, we’re coming in.”

She opened the door and we entered. They were still in bed, but Kelsey had scrambled away from her little lover and was pressing her dress down. Ashley had rolled over and was smiling at us, her mouth wet from my daughter’s sex.

“Hi, Mommy. Hi, Audrey,” she said, “Kelsey’s pussy tastes great.”

My daughter looked as if she was about to burst into tears. “It’s okay, honey,” I hastened to assure her. “You aren’t in any kind of trouble, I promise.”

Sarah sat down next to Kelsey and put an arm around her shoulders, her bare breasts inches from my daughter’s face.

“Kelsey, dear,” she said, “Your mother and I know what you were doing, and it’s okay. We think it’s a wonderful thing that you and Ashley are so close. Right, Audrey?”

I nodded. “There’s nothing wrong with two girls making each other feel good, hon. It’s a loving, beautiful thing.”

“I told you it would be fine,” Ashley chirped, giving Kelsey a knowing grin. “Mommy and Audrey were doing the same stuff anyway. That’s why they don’t have any clothes on, see?”

I looked at Kelsey. She was blushing furiously, but had relaxed a bit. “Did it feel good, dear, having Ashley lick you?” I asked, figuring that the best way to prove I wasn’t upset was to ask her about it.

Suddenly she smiled bashfully, nodding her head. “Oh yes, Mommy. It felt really nice.”

Kelsey almost never called me ‘Mommy’ anymore. It was sweet that she’d choose to do so at a time like this. The pleasure she had just enjoyed made my little girl so incredibly beautiful that it warmed my heart to look at her.

“You two can keep making love,” Sarah said, “Don’t let us stop you. We’d like to watch.”

Eyes flashing excitedly, Ashley rolled back over between Kelsey’s legs and started to lift her skirt. Sarah was still sitting next to my daughter with a comforting arm around her.

Kelsey gave me a quizzical look, still feeling a bit confused about all of this.

“It’s fine, Kelsey,” I said, “Go ahead… let Ashley make love to you.”

Sarah stared at me, a question in her eyes. I understood her perfectly, just as she’d understood me before. As soon as she had led me to Ashley’s room I had known what might happen.

Now, without speaking a word, my new lover was asking, Shall we join our daughters?

I think my decision had already been made the instant I’d seen Ashley’s flawless ass on the video. I had to have her. Gazing at Sarah, I gave her the slightest of nods.

With a smile, she turned to my daughter, whose eyes were glazing over with pleasure as Ashley nuzzled her inner thighs. “Oh, Kelsey,” Sarah murmured, “You’re such a beautiful little girl. Let’s get you out of that dress, okay?”

Kelsey looked at me again.

“It’s all right, sweetie. If you want to, go ahead. You don’t need my permission for everything.”

Sarah sat Kelsey up and helped her pull off her jumper and blouse. I stared, utterly enthralled at the sight of my naked daughter. She had no breasts to speak of, but her nipples were small, pink, and a bit swollen.

Sarah leaned closer and lightly kissed my little girl on the mouth, then her tongue emerged to lick at Kelsey’s lower lip. My daughter was startled for an instant, but when Sarah kissed her again, she was ready. Her lips parted to receive Sarah’s tongue… then, a few heartbeats later, she began to return my lover’s kiss. Ashley watched eagerly as her mother seduced my child.

Breaking away, Sarah bent down to lick at Kelsey’s nipple, circling the erect nubbin with the tip of her tongue. I heard my daughter giggle, then gasp.

Lifting her head, Sarah gave my child a loving smile, then gently laid her back on the bed. Ashley immediately crawled between Kelsey’s legs and began to lick her again. Kelsey’s eyes fluttered, and she moaned softly.

Sarah curled up next to her, offering her bare breast to my daughter. With a bashful smile, Kelsey took my lover’s nipple between her lips and began to suckle. Sarah cooed gently and stroked my daughter’s face.

My God my God my God… she’s making love to my little girl! How can I allow this to happen?

Then my eyes shifted to Ashley, kneeling before my daughter, mouth glued to her bare slit. My heart began to throb at the sight of her outthrust ass, the dark cleft barely visible through her panties.

Then my eyes met Sarah’s. She looked at me — then at her daughter. She smiled and gave a gentle nod.

I actually licked my lips. It was my turn to play. My lover had just offered me the use of her eleven-year-old girl — a gift I was all too eager to accept.

There wasn’t enough room for all four of us on the bed, so I squatted next to it, leaning in to fondle Ashley’s little-girl bottom through her yellow cotton panties.

“I really like your butt, Ashley,” I murmured. “May I kiss it?”

“Um, sure,” she said, between licks of my Kelsey’s slit.

I kissed her through those thin, sheer panties, on her cheeks. Then my kisses traveled down to the bare cream-colored skin of her thighs before moving back up to her crack. I nuzzled my face into the dark cleft, breathing deeply, filling my lungs with the smell of the little girl’s ass. The girls hadn’t showered since their games outside, and her scent was sweet with a delicate musk. Not like a woman. More subtle.

“I’m going to take your panties off, honey,” I murmured.

She wriggled her hips in a very enticing way as I pulled her underpants down, leaving them dangling from an ankle. Her bare bottom was white, a bit plump, and utterly beautiful. I was smitten.

I reached out with both hands and spread her cheeks. Her asshole was tiny, a little pink jewel; round, lovely, perfect. I leaned in and gave it a gentle kiss. I heard her gasp. I licked it, running my tongue from her pussy up to her anus, through her butt crack, then back to her pussy.

“Mommy, she’s licking my butthole,” she moaned out.

“She likes to do that,” Sarah said, “Does it feel good?”

“It’s all… all tickly.”

I licked her some more, pressing in my tongue, not deeply. She was too tight for oral penetration, but it was lovely just to taste the smooth, slippery cleft of her anus. God, I loved rimming a woman — and now I knew that a little girl’s ass was even nicer.

“Ashley, your bottom tastes so good,” I moaned, raising my face from her crack.

“Really?” she asked.

“Yeah. Really.”

“Oooohh, that feels nice. You can keep licking me that way, if you like it.”

I liked it. I went in for more. She pushed her rump up, getting up on her knees, her face still nestled between Kelsey, thighs. I licked,  kissed and sucked at Ashley’s holes, alternating between her anus and her slit. My lips and chin were coated in the little girl’s fluids.

Kelsey began to moan loudly. I glanced up and saw my daughter’s face, rapt with pleasure as she drew closer and closer to sexual release. Has she ever come before? I wondered. With a loving smile, Sarah bent down to lick at my daughter’s nipples. I paused in my rimming of Ashley, allowing the child to give her full attention to Kelsey. Instead, I gently kissed the soft globes of her buttocks while she made love to my little girl.

Suddenly a squeal issued from Kelsey’s lips as she came. Her eyes clamped tightly shut, her mouth gaped wide. She let out a long, frantic moan, her body gone rigid for an instant. Then she bucked her hips, making Ashley grab her tightly so as not to be dislodged. Then she kicked out her legs, one of Kelsey’s feet hitting my head, not too hard. It was an incredible sight, my daughter lost in the rapture of orgasm.

Then a warm wave of pleasure surged through me, without warning. It wasn’t a climax. Perhaps it was just love, some kind of deep feeling for this beautiful crazy thing that was happening between mothers and their daughters.

When my eyes fluttered open, Kelsey was laughing in utter joy. “Oh Ashley! That felt so good. Oh my God, that felt so good. Thank you.” She gazed up shyly at Sarah, kneeling on the floor next to where she lay. “Thanks, Ms. Kinney. I liked kissing you.”

“I liked it too, honey,” Sarah whispered. “You have a sweet little mouth…” Her lips claimed Kelsey’s once more, and I felt a delicious shiver as my daughter’s tongue emerged to play with Sarah’s.

Ashley’s pert little bottom was still angled toward me, so I returned to her pussy for more. She’d gotten really wet while Kelsey came, and I began to feast on her warm honey, swallowing it down. I felt her squirm beneath me. She moaned. I licked deeper, pushing my tongue into her vagina, far as it could go.

Then Kelsey’s face was next to mine. She kissed my cheek.

“Mommy,” she sighed happily, “I want to lick Ashley now.”

“Oh, but honey — I’m enjoying this so much.”

“I know, Mommy, but she just did it to me. And she’s my girlfriend, right?”

I couldn’t argue with that, so I relinquished that sweet ass to my daughter. Ashley slid up the bed to give Kelsey room, but remained on all fours.

“Would you lick my butthole, like your mom did?” Ashley asked, twisting around to peer at Kelsey.

“I… I guess,” Kelsey said, looking at me again.

I smiled. “You can if you want to, honey.”

She did. She ran her tongue up along Ashley’s pussy, then licked at her little friend’s ass crack.

“That’s it — lick her bottom, sweetie,” I said. “Make love to her.”

“Mmmmm,” the girls cooed, both of them.

I glanced up at Sarah, who was sitting back against the wall, seemingly content to finger her pussy and watch my little girl rim her daughter.

“It appears that you’ve lost your sweet young ass,” she said.

“I guess so,”

“But,” she went on, “There is still one sweet young ass available to you. A luscious little bottom that you haven’t ever tasted.” She glanced at Kelsey’s butt and smiled.

It had to come to this, of course. I’d already passed over the barrier of what was permitted, what was forbidden. This was but one more small step.

I stared at my little girl’s pert rump — the pale skin, the delicately contoured globes, the dark pink crease nestled between her soft buttocks, the tender rosebud — and my mouth watered.

I returned to my previous position and began to gently kiss my daughter’s ass.

Kelsey raised her face from Ashley’s bottom and looked at me, astonished.

“Mommy?” she asked. Just that one word, in a tiny voice. Her eyes were filled with wonder.

“May I lick you, my love?” I asked.

A radiant smile appeared on her face. “Oh yes, Mommy, please lick me.”

She really said that. Exactly those words.

I closed my eyes and felt another intense wave of feeling pass over me. If I had touched my pussy at that moment, even the slightest caress… I think I would have died.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl. I felt Sarah watching me, waiting. Kelsey returned to her task, making Ashley moan and squirm. I gave Sarah a long deep look, seeing in her eyes what a major line I was about to cross.

Then I did it. I ate my daughter’s ass. I delved in and licked, probed, tasted. Eager for more, I allowed my tongue to drift down to her bare slit and began to explore. I felt her young, sweet body moan and squirm as I went down on my little girl, twisting around so that my head was resting on the bed, drawing her cunt down to my mouth. She tasted so good. I was in heaven.

I could hear Kelsey getting into licking Ashley, humming happily as she learned to love the taste of another girl. I continued to please my daughter with lips and tongue, her honey coating my mouth.

Suddenly I heard Ashley cry out, coming hard as my little girl brought her off. I felt so proud, knowing that Kelsey had learned to make love. Kelsey came again as I ate her, going rigid above me, calling out, “Oh, Mommy… oh, Mommy!” Finally she went limp, and I sat up, easing my flushed, dazed daughter onto her back.

Gazing adoringly at me, she cooed, “Mommy, thank you. I love you so much.”

And I loved her. I just started laughing at the wonder of it all, at the incredible thing I’d just done.

Then Sarah said, “Good job, girls. Now, I think it is time to make Audrey feel good.”

“What about you, Mommy?” Ashley asked, “When do you get to come?”

“I’ll get my turn, sweetie. Don’t worry about me. I want to watch you two make love to her.”

Trembling inside, I stood as the girls came close and began to touch me, their little hands caressing my bottom and breasts. Then their mouths were on my nipples, suckling them to aching stiffness. Two little girls, lovely and wonderful, peering up at me as they nursed.

“Oh, my,” I whimpered, my hands gliding over their nude bodies.

“Who wants to lick her butthole?” Sarah asked.

“Me!” Kelsey responded. “I want to. I love Mommy’s bottom…”

No parent could have been prouder of their child than I was right then of my daughter, so unselfishly eager to pleasure her mother.

“Okay, Kelsey, you kneel behind your mother and lick her ass. Ashley, get underneath and eat her pussy. All right, go!”

I squatted down to Ashley’s face, opening myself for her. I closed my eyes tightly as I felt little tongues entering me. I came within seconds. I went rigid. I shuddered. My legs gave out and I collapsed. I guess Sarah had predicted that, because she was there in time and caught me. I didn’t crush our little angels.

Then Sarah took me over to the bed. I was still overcome. My eyes were open, I think, but my mind was swirling. She tossed me face down, spread me open, and then slid three fingers in my ass, right where we had left off before.

There was a sharp pain, but it felt lovely. Her fingers, pumping me. I groaned and buried my face in the sheets. I came again hard, jerking this way and that.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned out.

“Oh, Mommy, that looks great.” I saw Kelsey’s sweet face enter my field of view. She kissed my mouth, passionately, her tongue seeking mine. I was too gone to return the kiss, though — just lying there, spent, exhausted.

“Let’s make her come once more,” I heard Sarah say.

I tried to mumble that I couldn’t. I feared it would kill me, if it happened at all. No words came from my mouth, however.

I felt fingers pumping my pussy. I felt a tongue in the crack of my ass that must have been Ashley’s. Kelsey lay in my arms, kissing me like a lover.

Then I heard a buzzing sound. Sarah must have had a vibrator stashed nearby, although I don’t know where. It pressed against my clit sending shocks of sensation up my body. I can’t call it pleasure, exactly. I was past pleasure and pain, at the level of primal desire.

Another orgasm, or something like one. I couldn’t form thoughts anymore. My body just reacted. I was an animal, a simple creature of need. I was the earth, a stone, the river, the fire. I went completely away.

Except I still saw Kelsey’s pretty little face. Her soft, shy smile. Her eyes. The idea of her being ten years old and my lover seemed perfectly right to me. I’d always had Kelsey. Now we had more. When everything else had left me, there would still be love.

I came back to the world slowly, Kelsey softly nuzzling me. I parted my lips, welcoming her tongue, and my daughter and I kissed. When I was myself again, I turned and looked at Sarah. My heart was singing.

“Did you go there?” she asked with a quiet smile. “To the empty place?”

“Yes,” I sighed happily. She knew! “Except it isn’t really empty.”

“No,” she cooed. “For us, it never is.” Then she glanced around at the girls and me. “Well, then… I guess it’s me now. Why don’t you each take turns.”

We did. We each ate her pussy and asshole, giving her three lovely orgasms. I went last. The vibrator in her anus and my tongue on her clit brought Sarah’s tired body home. When she finally came that third time, she kept her eyes open somehow, gazing intently at me. I felt something deep. Something like true love.

Later she and I lay in her bed watching something stupid on TV. The girls were in Ashley’s room, playing with dolls.

“So, um, you and Ashley have… been together before, right?” I asked.

She smiled wryly. “If by ‘together’, you mean sexually, then yes. I’ve been loving my little girl for years, even before her father left. This was our first time with others, though.”

I shook my head; half in wonder, half in disbelief. “Why me, then? Why would you take that chance?”

“It started with Kelsey, believe it or not.”

“Really?”

“Well, sort of. Ashley had the hugest crush on her from class. So, I thought we’d make this play date and I could keep you occupied somehow so they could hook up.”

“Nice. I made the play date so I could hook up with you.”

“Yeah. I figured that out. Anyhow, when you and I got together I felt something pretty deep, and I knew I had to try… you know… to make something real out of it. But you had to find out about me and Ashley. You had to be into… getting intimate with a young girl. Basically, I rolled the dice. It was worth it.”

I agreed. It was.

“I love you,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around me. “You’re everything I ever dreamed of in a woman.”

I nuzzled her face, feeling an unimaginable warmth inside that seemed to light up my very soul. “I love you too,” I moaned. “God, I love you!”

“You’ll move in?” she asked.

“Of course,” I responded. I couldn’t imagine merely dating her. Not after what we’d just experienced.

We discussed living arrangements. She and I would share this room. Ashley would keep hers, and we could redo the guest room to be Kelsey’s. Although, I think we both suspected the girls would sleep together as often as not… and sometimes with us. I imagined the lovemaking the four of us could share.

“So, let’s go tell the girls they’ll be living together,” she said, “I expect they’ll be excited.”

“Yes,” I said, taking her hand and squeezing it, “I expect they will.”

The End