Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Author Unknown

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

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I was thirty-two when I divorced my husband. Thirty-two and free at last. Free, embarking on a new life with my fourteen-year-old daughter Elle. A future filled with uncertainty, risk and opportunity. What would I make of it?

A bit intimidated by my new circumstances, I sought support from a group of newly divorced women who met weekly at the local library. Most were about my age, some a little younger, some older.

One woman, however, stood out immediately. Sena was different not only because she was by far the youngest – maybe twenty-two – but also because she was so beautiful. She had long blonde hair, a slender but shapely body with perfect lines, and a manner that suggested confidence and humor. All of us were charmed by her presence. She was a delight.

After my fourth meeting with the group I found myself walking out the door with Sena. I couldn’t resist telling her how much I liked her, her humor, her stories. She chatted me up very naturally and I found myself at a Starbucks talking with her. We were there for hours.

When we got up to go, Sena suggested we meet the coming Friday night at a place more interesting than a coffee shop. She took a napkin and wrote an address on it along with 10pm Friday. I said I would be there. When I asked Sena what I should wear, she simply stated, “It’s a club… look hot.” I laughed and said I would try.

Before Friday came I went shopping. I was on a mission to find something hot. I told myself that it was for the guys I might meet with Sena, but now I know that was not true… I wanted to look hot for her. Each day heading towards Friday I was more and more consumed by thoughts of her. Thinking about how beautiful she was, how sexy.

When Friday finally came, I kissed my daughter Elle goodnight. She had made a big deal over my new clothes. My short skirt and low cut blouse had made her stare and exclaim, “Wow!” We laughed about how I was back on the market, out looking for a man… I couldn’t possibly tell her the truth, about how I was dressed up for a young woman only a few years older than she was. What would she think? How would she feel? Besides, I hadn’t admitted it to myself yet… how could I explain it to my daughter?

I got to the club a little early. It was a nice place, quiet and dark with a small dance floor and an oak bar with brass trimmings. As I started to look around, I noticed that there were more than a few beautiful women hanging in the bar. Not only were they beautiful, but many of them were quite young, about Sena’s age or a little older.

Then I noticed that there were no men anywhere to be seen. How could a club with so many hot girls not have any men ogling them, trying to score? Finally, I noticed that more than a few of the women appeared to be paired up. Had Sena suggested we meet at a lesbian bar? The thought thrilled me to the core.

I looked again for Sena. Where was she? Here I was, alone, dressed to attract sex, in a lesbian bar. Was Sena into girls? Did she come here often? Why did she ask me to come here? Did she sense my attraction to her? Was she attracted to me?

My mind raced, considering all these possibilities. I kept looking for Sena, but she still hadn’t arrived. Then I noticed some of the women looking at me. Trying to appear nonchalant, I walked over to the bar and perched on a stool. The bartender looked like she was still in college, wearing a black halter top that exposed the sexiest tan tummy. As she asked me what I wanted, I could only think about how hot she looked. I ordered a martini.

Dressed as I was, I realized that I appeared to be looking for action. The fact that I actually was a woman looking for action in a lesbian bar never really occurred to me. Although I tried to resist it, I was getting hot just by being in the club. I found myself striking poses that casually revealed my body to any woman there who might be interested. I found myself looking around to see if anyone was interested.

To my left at a small table were two women staring at me and whispering to each other. I felt heat between my legs. To my right was an older woman, very striking in appearance, who was also looking.

Then from across the room, a young girl with short black hair was walking towards me. She looked right into my eyes as she passed through the tables and worked her way to me at the bar.

She was hot, very hot. Her short black dress highlighted her small yet perfectly proportioned tits and long beautiful legs. Her neck was so tantalizing that I found myself wanting to bury my face in it. I suspected that she could seduce anyone. Then I realized she could seduce me, right here at this bar, in front of all these women.

“Buy you a drink?” is all she said, her eyes penetrating into my soul.

I felt myself becoming anxious. This young girl was hitting on me. Everyone could see her do it. Everyone could see me, see how I was dressed, see how she was coming on to me. Everyone would think I was into girls, that I was looking for lesbian sex, that I was gay.

The bartender set down my martini and said, “Sure, Stacie. You can pay for this one. What do you want?”

Stacie never took her eyes off me. “Get me whatever she’s having.”

I never said anything. I just sat on the stool as she looked into my eyes. I felt her gaze as it moved down to my breasts. She wasn’t subtle about looking at them, just stared and quietly said, “Nice.” Then she looked back into my eyes and asked, “First time?”

I couldn’t even answer her. My head was spinning. I felt the heat between my legs. She just smiled at me as I remained mute, probably looking overwhelmed by her mere presence, her interest in me, her lust. I didn’t know what to say, but I knew that if she wanted to fuck me -– to take me home or even lead me into the restroom in the back and have me there -– she could do it. Who was I to stop her?

“Jesus, Stacie,” said a familiar voice coming from behind me. “You’re always after the newbies.”

It was Sena. She had arrived and was taking charge. “This one is with me.”

Stacie looked at Sena, then back at me. Getting up, she said, “Enjoy your drinks.” She turned and walked away.

As I stared at Stacie leaving, Sena whispered in my ear, “She’s gorgeous, but a bit much for you right now, don’t you think?” Then she lightly kissed my ear.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well,” Sena explained, “before you had finished that drink, Stacie would have had her tongue in your mouth and her hand in your panties. And she would have done it right here at the bar, as publicly as possible. There’s even a chalk board in the little girl’s room that keeps her scores posted… a bit of an inside joke.”

The bartender arrived with a drink for Sena, who slipped a ten-dollar bill into the redhead’s shirt pocket with a wink. It was obvious that she was a regular here.

She held up her glass for a toast. “To a wonderful evening,” she said softly. We clinked glasses and drank, then Sena put her drink down and brushed my hand with her fingertips. “God, you look hot tonight…”

A few feet away from us, a tall young woman greeted a teenage girl with a full-body embrace and a steamy kiss. Well, I certainly couldn’t pretend I didn’t know what was going on now.

“So…” I slowly said, “this is a lesbian bar.”

“The girl’s perceptive,” Sena laughed.

“So…” I again slowly mused, “are you a lesbian?”

“Well,” Sena explained, “technically I’m bisexual, having been married and all. But I guess that’s why I got divorced… I couldn’t stop fucking college girls. My husband couldn’t handle it. In all honesty, I’m pretty much done with men.”

“So…” I slowly mused for a third time, “why did you ask me here? Do you like me? I mean, are you interested in me?”

“What’s not to like?” Sena replied with a suggestive smile. “Tell you what, let’s take these drinks to a booth near the back and find out how we feel about each other.”

Sena grabbed her drink and my hand, and we headed towards the back of the bar. My heart was pounding with excitement. I didn’t know what to expect. But maybe, just maybe, before I finished my drink Sena would be kissing me just like that woman I had just seen. We slid into a booth and sat close to each other, looking into each other’s eyes.

***

When I awoke the next morning in Sena’s bed, her apartment was quiet except for the clicking of computer keys. I looked at the empty pillow next to me and realized my beautiful Sena, my new lover, my very first lesbian fuck, was already up and apparently hard at work. Still naked, I followed the clicking sound into her study.

There she was, my delightful Sena, naked at the computer, checking her email. I came up behind her, cupped both her breasts with my hands and kissed her neck.

“Mmmm, that feels good,” was all she said as she finished her last email. “But don’t get me started, not until I’ve made coffee.”

Then Sena got up and motioned for me to sit at the computer. “Click around. There are lots of cool things to see on my computer,” she told me with a sly smile.

As she went into the kitchen to make coffee, I sat down and started looking at the different folders on the screen. Sena called from the kitchen, “Click the folder named ‘The Best’ and then open up the folders in there that look interesting to you.”

I found the folder, clicked on it, and saw that it was filled with many subfolders. I clicked on one named ‘Sisters’ and suddenly found myself looking at an extraordinarily beautiful pair of girls – identical twins – kissing each other!

As I clicked through a series of pictures of these sexy twins, I started to tingle all over. They went from kissing to finger fucking to dildo action. The last picture showed one twin licking the asshole of the other. Needless to say, I was getting very wet.

The next picture was of a different pair of sisters, going at it just as hard and looking just as sexy as the first pair. I quickly moved through a few dozen of these loving sisters before trying another folder.

I saw one named “College” and opened it to find tons of young girls, all sexy, all really cute, all either making out or fucking. Seeing these pictures of sexy girls getting it on made me even hotter. I started to wonder why I hadn’t done that while I was in college.

Then Sena was sitting on the floor next to me. She reached for the mouse, closed that folder, looked me in the eye, and said, “Time to get serious now.” I thought she was going to take me right there, right in front of her computer. Instead, Sena clicked on another folder named “Young.”

The first picture hooked me instantly. It was of two very, very young girls – very young and very attractive. Their bodies looked about twelve, but the sex in their eyes made them look experienced, lustful, ready to fuck.

They were wearing skimpy halter tops and panties. Their slender, childish bodies were exquisite. As Sena clicked through the series I saw the young girls kiss, feel each other up, strip one another naked, lick and kiss each other’s nipples, finger each other’s hairless cunts. As I looked at the last picture in the series where one little girl ate out her little friend, Sena took my hand and put it on my cunt. I immediately started masturbating right in front of my lover, masturbating to pictures of very young girls making love.

Sena showed me picture after picture of young girls: twelve-year-old girls kissing and touching; thirteen-year-old girls masturbating while they looked at skin magazines; groups of young girls getting naked, getting excited, fucking each other… older girls with younger girls; younger girls with even younger girls… I masturbated harder and harder at the sight of their budding breasts, their firm little nipples, their hairless cunts, the desire in their young eyes.

As soon as I saw the next series, however, I realized it would put me over the top. It was called “Moms.”

The first shot was of a very young girl, maybe fifteen, very pretty, very tan, with absolutely exquisite breasts. She had the sexiest little body… athletic, trim, and incredibly hot. With her was a woman, an older woman who looked like she might be the girl’s mother. As I saw more of the pictures in the series, I realized: that’s exactly who she was.

They were mother and daughter, they were naked, they were about to make love. As they kissed hotly, I moaned out loud. As the next photo revealed the girl sucking on her mom’s nipples, a soft “Yes,” escaped my lips.

As the mom fingered her daughter, I started to come. As the girl used her tongue to lick her mom’s cunt, I came and I came hard. It was the most powerful orgasm of my life, and I got it by masturbating to pornography, masturbating to the sight of a beautiful mom fucking her hot young daughter, masturbating right in front of Sena.

When it was over and my body belonged to me once again, Sena, licking at my nipples, raised her face to smile wickedly at me. “That will give you something to think about,” she whispered.

I was still a little too hazy from my pleasure to respond to what Sena had said, but she had planted a picture in my mind. I looked again at the series of pictures of the mom and daughter fucking, already feeling hungry for more lovemaking. I grabbed Sena and took her right there on the floor, licking her pussy until she begged me to stop.

***

Over the next two weeks Sena and I saw each other often. We fucked like animals each time we got together. These sex sessions were often over lunch or at some other time that wouldn’t make my daughter suspicious.

For weeks, I was planning my sex life around Elle’s schedule. Then one day, unexpectedly, she asked permission to spend the night at her friend Annie’s house. I tried to play it cool, act like I was thinking about it. Eventually I told Elle that it was okay with me, as long as she got her schoolwork done before she went.

When I told Sena about it, I was so excited I could hardly contain myself. We would finally be able to spend the night together again! Sena was thrilled, and suggested she come over to my place this time. We both looked forward to Saturday.

I had told Sena to come over to the house around 4 PM because my daughter was supposed to have left by then for the sleepover. But then Annie called to let Elle know that she was running late, and to come over at 5 PM instead. When Sena arrived, Elle was still home, lying out back in a bikini sunning herself. Elle couldn’t see us from the patio, so I let Sena kiss me once she was inside the front door.

As we kissed, it was obvious how hot we were for each other. Sena immediately started pulling at my clothes and I wanted to let her, I wanted her to fuck me right there in the entry hall. But instead I told her, “We can’t, not just yet. My daughter’s still here. Don’t worry, she’ll be leaving soon.”

“Okay, that’s cool,” Sena replied.

“You can kiss me again, though,” I said, reaching for my lover.

As Sena’s mouth met mine, we both heard the back door open, which meant that Elle was coming back inside. Sena and I quickly drew apart, made sure we were both presentable, then I led her to the kitchen to meet my daughter for the first time.

I made the introductions, and we began to chat. Sena was her usual charming self, and Elle took to her right away. After a few minutes, Elle said she needed to get ready to leave.

While she was upstairs getting dressed, Sena simply said, “You have a beautiful daughter.” Then she came over to me to sneak a little kiss and give my ass a squeeze. I was anxious for Elle to leave so that Sena and I could fuck.

Finally, Elle came down the stairs, dressed in jeans and a shirt, an overnight bag slung over her shoulder. She shook hands again with Sena, gave me a kiss and hug goodbye, and left to walk to her friend’s house. As I watched her walk down the street, she turned and waved goodbye.

As soon as Elle was out of sight, Sena grabbed me, pushed me up against the wall and kissed me with a fierce hunger I had not experienced from her before. She was ravenous for me, her tongue fucking my mouth furiously, her hands groping my breasts. I was hot for her, too. I kissed Sena hungrily and started tearing at her clothes.

I heard her moan as her fingers found my nipples. “They’re all yours,” I replied as I pushed my breasts up into Sena’s hands.

“God,” she breathed, “you have such beautiful tits.”

Sena’s erotic exclamations made me even hotter, made me arch my back to thrust my breasts at her as she moaned about how beautiful they were. As her hand came down and cupped my pussy, Sena whispered, “And your cunt… your cunt is so hot.”

“It is,” I moaned back as Sena yanked down my jeans and panties. She brought them just low enough so that she could play with my naked cunt. Her finger pushed up into me, just the tip at first… and then, suddenly, all the way up into me so that her knuckles ground against my labia.

Then she was looking me in the eye, “Has anyone ever fucked you like this? Have you ever had your cunt fingered so deep? Has anyone ever pleasured you so well?”

“Only you, my love,” I whispered back as my cunt started to drip down my thighs from her finger play. “Only you.”

Sena seemed in an erotic daze, kissing me, fingering me, whipping me into a sexual frenzy. Suddenly her hands were lowering my jeans and panties to the floor. I stepped out of them. As I pulled off my top, Sena stripped herself naked in seconds. Then she placed a warm hand on my chest and pushed me onto the hall table. As I sat there, back against the wall, Sena parted my legs and gazed rapturously at my wet cunt.

With both her hands, she open my sticky labia and stared into my sex. Her breathing was heavy as her finger plunged into my cunt again. She pulled it out, sucked it clean and then pushed two fingers in me. I felt my vagina contracting around them.

“So beautiful,” Sena whispered as she made little thrusts into my cunt. “So beautiful. Your pussy is so beautiful.”

I was moaning, whimpering, my pleasure building to a crescendo… and then her mouth was brushing my ear as she whispered, “You know someone else who is incredibly beautiful… someone I’d just love to fuck…”

I shook my head… then she shocked the hell out of me when she replied:

“Why, that beautiful daughter of yours.”

I could feel the blood drain from my face, only able to gasp, “W-what?”

Sena broke off her kisses and stepped back from me. There I was sitting on the table, sitting on the cusp of an earth-shattering orgasm, my legs wide open, my cunt aching, my breasts swelling. I weakly asked a second time, “What?”

“Elle,” Sena replied, looking into my eyes intensely. “Your daughter. Don’t you want to fuck her? Don’t you want to watch me fuck her? Isn’t she totally hot?”

“Nooo,” I slowly whispered, nearly struck speechless.

But I felt my hips twitching, then rocking, my body crying out for Sena’s touch. I was aroused by her words — how could that be?

“Oh, right,” laughed Sena. “You don’t think you should fuck Elle, being her mother and all. But don’t you want to fuck her? Don’t you want to watch me fuck her?”

Before I could answer, Sena slipped four fingers into my cunt. With her other hand she started to play with my clit. Oh, God, she was going to finish me off right now.

With her hand fingering me faster and faster, Sena spoke softly. “Imagine Elle here with us. Imagine her lying naked in bed between you and me, both of us caressing her body. Don’t you want to fuck her? Don’t you?”

Then Sena glanced down at her fingers, still sliding in and out of my pussy, then back up at me with a wicked smirk. Suddenly I could feel my cunt being opened even wider. Oh, GOD… she was pushing her whole hand into me. I had heard of fist fucking before, but had never experienced such a thing myself.

It was incredible. I had never felt so full, so completely, satisfyingly penetrated before. Once her hand was completely inside, she wriggled it around in me a bit before she began to pump her arm in and out. My breath hissed through my clenched teeth as she started fisting me for real. As her hand moved, she spoke again.

“Imagine Elle climbing on top of you, slipping her thigh between your legs. She smiles at you, then your mouths touch in a soft kiss. Then you and Elle are kissing for real, like lovers. Your hand slides down her body to touch her pussy. She’s so wet… wet for you. Her sweet, loving mother.”

I was being fist fucked for the first time in my life. Fist fucked into orgasm as my lesbian lover described to me her forbidden desire to have my young daughter join us, join our sex. I was going to come.

“Imagine her straddling your face, offering you her pussy. She wants this, lover… your own daughter wants you to kiss her there, to taste that beautiful young cunt of hers. Have you seen her cunt? Don’t you want to see it?”

As I started to come, almost against my will, I was imagining Elle with us. My daughter Elle naked. Elle being kissed by Sena. Elle’s budding breasts. Elle kissing Sena’s mouth. Elle’s flat tummy. Sena’s tongue lavishing my daughter’s young mouth. Elle’s long beautiful legs. Sena caressing those legs. Elle parting her legs for Sena. Elle’s cunt. Elle’s cunt being licked by Sena.

I imagined going down on Elle… lying between her thin thighs and making my daughter mine. Taking her as my lover. I wondered how long I’d wanted this without knowing it.

I started to scream as a convulsive orgasm seized me. I closed my eyes and saw my sweet daughter in wild, frantic orgasm, screaming herself as I loved her.

I came and I came and I came… all the while seeing Elle in my mind, naked in my arms, moaning, crying, coming.

Finally, I was completely spent. So weak I couldn’t move. I rested, my eyes closed, rested to find strength. In my mind, the most erotic image floated up: Elle, my sweet little Elle, exhausted from orgasm, moisture glistening over her young girl’s body, her small breasts heaving with erect, pointed nipples, her legs wide open, lying in my arms, her eyes closed as I gently kissed her mouth.

As my breathing became less desperate, my heartbeat less frantic, I sensed Sena gently nuzzling my neck and shoulders. Her fist was still in my cunt, moving slightly, gently, slowly easing itself in and out. As she fucked me, her body squirmed atop mine, and I felt her tongue part my lips. My mouth opened to her, and we kissed with lusty fervor. Then I felt her face raise up from mine.

Gradually – still too weak to move, to speak – I opened my eyes to gaze tenderly at my lover, but she was staring intently down the hall towards the door. I felt her fist gently push itself back into me, then slowly out again, then in again. I turned my eyes down the hall to see what Sena was staring at.

I saw someone in the doorway, someone young and beautiful. I saw my Elle, staring at Sena and me. There she stood, still in her school uniform.

Even the sight of my daughter staring at us could not restore my strength. Still too weak to move, I just sat there on the table with Sena’s fist slowly moving in and out of my wide open cunt. Too shocked to speak, I tried… but only a whispered “Elle,” came out.

I was frightened. My daughter was standing there, staring at me, her own mother, indulging in sex play with her lesbian lover.

The look on Elle’s face was unimaginable. She was awestruck, mesmerized, entranced… her eyes filled with shock and surprise. But there was more: Elle was excited. I could see her excitement glowing through her eyes. She stood there, impossibly beautiful, looking at us with interest in her eyes, with lust in her eyes.

She looked at us with sex in her eyes.

This, this is what Sena was staring back at: the sex in Elle’s eyes. My lover recognized it immediately. That’s why she continued to slowly fist fuck me in front of my own daughter. Sena was exciting Elle by pleasuring me in front of her.

And now I too was looking at Elle. Too weak to cover myself, too weak to stop Sena, too weak to do anything but accept the slow-motion of Sena’s hand twisting in and out of my vagina.

I watched Elle’s gaze move from Sena’s eyes to mine, down to my bare breasts, down to the fist inside me, over to Sena’s naked body, up into Sena’s eyes.

Sena carefully removed her hand from my cunt, quietly stood and turned to face my daughter. Her nipples were firm and hard. She returned Elle’s stare and slowly padded barefoot towards her.

I saw Elle’s lips part slightly. I saw the desire she felt.

As Sena approached Elle she raised her hand, still wet from my body, and cupped Elle’s left breast. As she fondled my daughter, I could see my essence from my cunt staining Elle’s shirt. Elle arched her back as if to make her breasts more available to Sena.

As Elle gazed into Sena’s eyes with a deep hunger that shocked me. Sena smiled back and quietly said, “You are so lovely… so perfect.”

Elle was breathing heavily by now, her mouth open, eyes ablaze. As Sena’s lips lightly nibbled at Elle’s mouth, I heard a quiet sigh of pleasure from my daughter.

Sena kissed Elle.

Beautiful, naked Sena kissed my fourteen-year-old daughter like a lover right in front of me. I sat naked on the hall table, my legs wide open, transfixed by this incredible sight.

As Sena’s tongue gently fucked its way into Elle’s open mouth, I saw Elle’s eyes flutter, then close in rapture. Sena kissed her, and suddenly Elle was returning the kiss, her tongue flashing into my lover’s mouth.

My child melted into Sena’s arms. I watched my lover kiss my daughter, watched her hand travel down from Elle’s stained shirt, over her flat tummy, down to her pale thigh. Sena stroked Elle’s soft skin as they kissed… then that exploring hand slipped beneath Elle’s skirt. My head spun at  the sight of Sena’s hand sliding into my daughter’s panties, at the sound of Elle’s gasp as my lover touched between her legs. My daughter shuddered with pleasure, moaning deeply into Sena’s embrace.

I imagined Sena’s finger pushing into Elle’s cunt just as Sena’s tongue was flicking in and out of her luscious mouth. It was the hottest, most arousing sight I had ever known. I realized that I wanted to see Sena fuck my daughter.

I realized that I wanted to fuck my daughter.

I realized that I would fuck my daughter.

Then Sena released my panting child from her hot embrace. She turned Elle towards me and gently nudged her in my direction. I felt my buttocks tighten, my cunt tingle. As my daughter slowly approached, her eyes burning into mine, I found my legs spreading further apart, inviting her into me.

Elle stopped about two feet short of me. She stared openly at my breasts, my glistening cunt, my naked body… now offered up to her.

Sena urged her on. “Unbutton your shirt, Elle.”

Elle never hesitated. Eyes flashing with excitement, she started unbuttoning her shirt. As it opened I saw her smooth pale skin, her lacy bra, her smooth tummy melting into the top of her skirt. As Elle unfastened the last button, Sena pulled the shirt off my daughter’s shoulders and dropped it to the floor. Elle stood between her naked mother and her mom’s equally naked lesbian lover, in a skirt and a little white bra. God, she was hot. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

Then her bra was loosened, and I realized that Sena had undone the clasp. “Take your bra off slowly, Elle,” instructed Sena. “Tease your mom a bit… she wants to see your breasts.”

Elle did tease me. First she lowered the bra just enough so that I could see the pale softness of those beautiful little breasts of hers. Then, slowly, she lowered the bra down just past her nipples. I thought I might faint, they were so delectable. I whimpered, my cunt a river. Elle dropped her bra to the floor and stood before me.

Then I saw Sena’s hands come from behind to cup Elle’s breasts, cup them and caress them, her fingers brushing those delectable nipples.

“Now take off your skirt, Elle,” Sena whispered, nuzzling my daughter’s ear. “Show your mom those long, beautiful legs of yours. Show her your smooth young thighs. Show her your body. Make her want it, make her want you.”

Again, Elle needed no encouragement. She gazed at my nakedness as she unzipped her plaid skirt. Her eyes rising to meet mine, Elle licked her lips as she lowered the skirt to the floor and stepped out of it. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and lowered them slightly, teasing me with a glimpse of her chestnut pubes. Elle smiled a dark, sexual smile at me. She clearly saw my desire for her. She was realizing that she would have me. Elle knew that we would soon be making love.

“Go ahead,” urged Sena. “take off your panties. Show Mommy your pussy. Open those legs and let your mom see that beautiful cunt of yours. Drive her wild, sweetie.”

Elle slowly slid her panties down her thighs, revealing her sparse, downy pubes and the sweet pinkness of her sex. She was now naked, and visibly wet.

When I heard Sena chuckle excitedly, I realized that I was staring at my daughter, trembling with desire, making my lust obvious to all. Elle wasn’t laughing, however. She just smiled that dark, sexual smile at me. She knew how badly I wanted her… and I knew that she wanted me as well.

Sena embraced Elle from behind, claiming my daughter’s breasts with her hands, dipping her head to plant a kiss on her neck. Elle sighed with pleasure, and Sena’s hands moved from Elle’s breasts to slip down her tummy and between her legs. She used both hands to stroke Elle’s cunt, parting her sticky labia, her fingertips exploring the girl to find her clit.

Elle’s cunt was gorgeous. Sena expertly stroked it, toyed with it, excited it. Elle whimpered as Sena gently fingered her clit, making her dizzy with the need to come. Within seconds, Elle’s pussy was so wet that her essence was oozing down her thighs.

Sena was rubbing her own cunt up against Elle’s ass, grinding against my daughter. As Sena humped Elle’s ass, still playing with the young girl’s pussy, she was moving Elle towards me, positioning my daughter right between my legs.

My thighs parted even further as I stared at Elle’s magnificent cunt, just inches from my own. Sena pushed herself against Elle’s ass one more time… and suddenly Elle’s cunt was against mine, her wetness and heat mingling with my own. All three of us gasped loudly.

Sena thrust her hips against my daughter’s ass again, and Elle’s cunt pressed harder into mine. Sena thrust again. And again. And again. As she got a steady rhythm going, Elle began to push her cunt against mine in time with Sena’s thrusts. The feeling was beyond anything I had ever experienced.

I slid down the wall enough to tilt my hips upward, opening myself up to my darling daughter. I saw beads of perspiration forming on Elle’s breasts as she and Sena worked their hips together to fuck me. Elle leaned closer to me, pushing our breasts together. Elle and I both cried out in utter delight from the sweet sensation of our nipples brushing.

Then my mouth was on Elle’s, my tongue tasting her, fucking her, kissing her as hungrily and passionately as I had ever kissed anyone. Her own tongue flashed to life, and she returned my kiss measure for measure.

And we came.

Elle and I moaned into each other’s mouths, still grinding our cunts together, bucking and rocking in a clutching embrace. Then Sena moaned loudly as she came herself. The three of us thrust together one more time and then froze – motionless, breathless in our sweet eternity of orgasm, our forbidden fuck, our taboo love. Completely still.

I remember that the three of us eventually untangled and that Sena took Elle by the hand and led her up the stairs into my bedroom, me following close behind.

Sena laid Elle out on my bed and spread her legs wide open, spread her wide so that we could see her pussy. God, she was beautiful. When did my Elle become so beautiful, so sexual, so fuckable?

I watched Sena take her.

I watched Sena bring Elle to an explosive climax with her hot, sucking mouth. And as tears of joy and exhaustion streamed down Elle’s young face, Sena made her come yet again.

As Elle lay there, happily exhausted, spread open for everyone and anyone to fuck, her body glistening with sweat, face flushed, nipples erect… as she lay there, Sena beckoned me to join them.

Then Sena rolled Elle over onto her tummy and slipped a fat pillow beneath her hips. The pillow propped up Elle’s ass, her cheeks spread slightly.

As I knelt on the bed and looked down at my young daughter, I saw her perfect little asshole exposed… so vulnerable, inviting, luscious. Sena reached for Elle’s ass and parted her cheeks, looking back at me and smiling.

“You get to be the first to make love to her ass,” Sena whispered.

The sight of my daughter’s butt crack, spread open for me, had me wet all over again. Since discovering lesbian love with Sena, I had developed a real taste for anal play… and she was now offering me a precious gift.

Elle was quivering in anticipation, thrilled at the prospect of being licked by her own mother.

I knelt behind her and leaned in close to savor the sight and smell of my daughter’s asshole. My tongue emerged and I began to gently lick her dark cleft.

Elle moaned. As my mouth and tongue pleasured her ass, I could feel her anus relax for me.

I tongue fucked Elle’s crack, loving the taste of her. As I sensed her excitement growing, my hand slipped beneath her, seeking her clit. When I found it, I started teasing it with the tips of my fingers. I could feel tremors of ecstasy pulse through Elle’s body, growing stronger by the second until she screamed out her pleasure yet again.

As she came, her ass opened for me, accepting my tongue deep inside her. I was inside her ass. I was in heaven. She shook and gasped for a long moment, finally slumping over on her side.

I crawled up to my daughter — my new lover — and drew her into a loving embrace. Out of breath as she was, Elle somehow summoned up the strength to wrap her arms around me and kiss my mouth, her tongue emerging to sample the flavor of her ass.

And so the evening went. Every imaginable combination of the three of us making love. Every possible position. Every possible fuck. Every possible pleasure.

Finally I dozed off. Later I awoke to the rocking of the bed. As I looked over at Elle, I saw her deeply kissing Sena as my lover’s fingers probed into my daughter’s cunt.

After Elle came, Sena straddled her face. I watched my daughter eat my lesbian lover, then I got on all fours and slid between Elle’s thighs to lick her pussy. She tasted wonderful.

I remember lying spread out on the bed, Sena’s mouth nibbling at mine. Down below, Elle was nuzzling my cunt. Lick me. Eat me. Make me come.

***

Our fuck fest continued, with occasional snooze breaks, until noon the next day. Then Sena had to leave, and Elle had to get dressed for a soccer match. As Elle climbed into the car with me to head to the match, dressed in her team uniform, I saw her once again as my young daughter, not my new lover. It felt strange.

While I watched Elle play soccer, I wondered if the previous night had been a dream. Worse, I worried that it might have been a one-time thing.

In the car on the way back home, Elle was clearly just being my daughter, bubbling over with excitement about the goal she scored, scorning the ref, being a young girl. Will I ever be with her as a lover again? I fretted.

As Elle showered after the game, I was in the kitchen preparing dinner. While I was chopping vegetables at the sink, I heard Elle’s soft voice from behind me, “Nice ass.”

My heart skipped. “What’s that, Elle?” I asked without turning around.

“I said that you have a nice ass, Mom,” repeated Elle.

I turned around, and what I saw took my breath away: Elle standing in the kitchen entrance, wearing nothing but her jeans.

No top, no bra, not even socks to cover up those sexy feet of hers. Her jeans were unzipped and open to reveal the top of her sparse bush. Mmm, no panties either.

I could tell by the way her nipples stood up that she had been playing with them in the shower moments before. When I looked into her face, I could see the hunger in her eyes.

Elle padded over and kissed me, kissed me ever so sweetly. Then her tongue slipped into my mouth and started to gently toy with mine, exciting me, making me wet.

Then Elle stood back. “Dinner can wait,” she whispered, stroking my face. Taking my hand, she led me upstairs to my bed… our bed, I thought to myself.

My lover was back.

The End

By Jan Vincent

{ This story was originally posted at the long-defunct Sisters in Love story site }

“You cannot marry your sister, Brenda.”

“Why?” I was defiant, furious with my mother.

“Because sisters don’t marry their sisters.”

“And why not?”

My mother’s stern face was losing its patient expression. I was her ten-year-old daughter, dressed in white taffeta, the flower girl in my older cousin Louise’s wedding.

My grandmother Rose came to my rescue. She gave me a kindly look. “Oh, let them be, Grace. They’re so cute together.”

I smiled at Granny, so absolutely happy to have her confirm that I could wed my twin sister Sylvia.

Sounds naive, doesn’t it? But when you’re ten, a lot of things make sense in your head, even if they defy what’s socially acceptable. Because you’re ten, almost anything you do can be seen as innocent play. And ever since I was a child I’ve known to whom I wanted to get married, to share my entire life with. Not to a man, not to anyone else… only Sylvia.

As Sylvia and I got older and entered our teenage years, I realized how foolish I’d been. Marry my own twin sister? It was a ridiculous idea. Sylvia was interested in guys, I wasn’t. In a way, I envied the ease with which she accepted the flirtations of boys, while I was cast away in a dream world, alone, musing about things that could never be.

My infatuation for Sylvia was platonic at first. I didn’t want her sexually then, I just knew that I liked her company, loved her embraces and kisses on my ticklish cheek. I got jealous of other people being with her. It was childish, I know, but she meant so very much to me.

Soon I would realize that I was much more interested in love with girls, rather than guys — and from there it was only a small skip to the realization that my beautiful sister was the girl I wanted most of all. She quickly became the featured performer in my hottest fantasies.

I loved her. I wanted her. It made me ache inside.

I had my own group of friends, mostly girls who were into heavy stuff like punk rock, piercings, vampires, black leather and Goth paraphernalia — like metal-studded bracelets and belts, black-tinted makeup and ripped Bauhaus t-shirts. There were a few boys in the gang, but I usually hated them because they would all get crushes on Sylvia.

My sister was one of the most popular girls at our school — smart as a whip, charming, always pretty, always adorable. We were identical twins physically, but we couldn’t have been more different when it came to our styles and tastes.

Despite that, we always got along well, especially when we were by ourselves. Sylvia liked to tickle me, because she knew how sensitive I was around my ribs and under my arms. Tickling was a game that made us relax… and enabled me to be intimate and physical with my sister without crossing a dangerous line.

Did I really want more? It’s hard to say. All I knew was that I enjoyed her touch, her knowing fingers looking for the right spot, attacking me with no mercy. I loved her winning smile the most. She was gorgeous, with long blonde hair and shimmering blue eyes. She was a happy person, and her joy was contagious, the perfect remedy to bring me out of my morose nature and periods of self-imposed isolation and loneliness.

Sylvia and I completed each other. More than friends, more than sisters, we were soul mates. Soon we would become lovers, too.

It happened when we were fifteen, and we’d been invited to a party. I usually never bothered, but Sylvia didn’t want to go without me. She wanted to see Chad, this horrible boyfriend who had hit her more than once — out of jealousy, out of drunkenness. I’d argued with her so many times about him, not able to figure out why she still had feelings for that creep. She deserved better, I told her. But she wouldn’t listen to me.

“C’mon, Brenda… come with me, please?”

“No way, Syl.”

“Why not?”

“‘Cause I hate those parties… I can’t go, really I can’t.”

She kept pleading with me. “C’mon, sis… don’t make me go on my own!”

“Why do you want me to go with you? Call your stupid friends and go with them.”

“They’re at the party already. I don’t want to go there alone.”

“You won’t be alone. All your friends are already there. You said so yourself.”

“I know,” she said, lowering her voice as she sat down on my bed, right next to me. She held my hand, her soft hands caressing my studded bracelet and wristbands. “But I want you to come with me. I feel… safe when you’re around.”

I was surprised by Sylvia’s confession of vulnerability, her willingness to accept my protection. And then she looked into my eyes and smiled at me, her expression dreamy. “And… if you come with me, I promise…”

“What?”

She giggled as if embarrassed, her face now near, her hands clutching mine. “I promise I will say yes.”

“Yes? To what?” I really didn’t know what she was talking about. So much for that myth that a twin knows everything the other twin is thinking of.

“Remember how you wanted us to get married when you were little?”

I must have grimaced, even winced, because she laughed easily at my expression.

“I know we were little,” she went on, “but I think that would be fun. I don’t know why I remembered that. It’s just… nice… to know you’re there for me, and that you’re my wonderful sister.”

It was lovely; she was lovely. My beloved twin sister still remembered my early obsession, long forgotten by common sense and the acquired knowledge of what society expects from us. How could I say no to her?

So I went to the party with Sylvia, as if I were her boyfriend, the perfect escort. She wanted me to come in with her and — despite my uncertainty — I tagged along.

An hour after we got there, I caught a glimpse of my sister and Chad talking at the end of the main hallway of the house. It was obvious that it was escalating into an argument. I know my sister very well, and she was getting mad at him. Secretly, selfishly, I hoped to God it was true. I was jealous of him — so absolutely, unequivocally jealous of that goddamned creep.

I watched them from the doorway of the den until Sylvia spotted me. Before I could speak, she pounced on my arm and dragged me with her, while Chad came after us, vociferating, spewing out a stream of vicious insults, intended to hurt. There was one that I remember clearly: “Fuckin’ dykes.”

Sylvia urged me to leave with her, clasping my arm so tightly that it hurt.

We were at least one hundred yards away from the party when she wilted and burst into tears. I was surprised by her sudden crying fit. I wanted to hug her, to make her feel better, but I didn’t want people staring at us, getting into our business.

I looked around in the deserted street, illuminated by lampposts and the headlights of an occasional car. I hunkered down on the sidewalk, brushing my sister’s satin-like hair away from her flushed face.

“He doesn’t deserve your tears, Syl. He doesn’t deserve you.”

With puffy eyes and a damp face, she gazed at me. Her long arms snaked around my neck and she kissed my cheek. I think I heard her whisper “Thank you,” but I wasn’t positive. The only thing I knew for sure is that I smiled at her and made her stand up.

It took us an eternity to reach home, as Syl wanted us to walk slowly, very slowly, as though our arrival was the final admission that she’d lost Chad forever.

When we arrived home our parents were still awake, watching TV in the den. They were surprised by our early return, but I was able to explain the whole situation without raising the painful subject of Chad.

We silently undressed in our room, brushed our teeth and went to our respective beds. In the darkness surrounding us, I could hear and feel her hushed whimpers.

“Syl?”

“Yes?”

“Come get in bed with me. Otherwise I won’t be able to sleep, what with you crying all night.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, I am.”

There was a moment of absolute silence, as though we both had stopped breathing. I heard and felt a shadow rise on her bed and scuttle toward mine.

“Thanks, sis.” She hugged me and kissed me, my cheek becoming moist with her own tears. “You’re too sweet.”

She turned over, her right hand draping my arm around her waist, her back pressing against my breasts. We remained in that position for a while, my other hand playing with her golden locks, which smelled nice and felt good between my fingers.

“Syl?”

She raised her head slightly. “Yeah?…”

“I want you to look at me. I want to ask you something.”

She did as she was told, her eyes glimmering in the darkness. I wanted her to forget Chad, ease her pain, soothe it all away.

“What?” she asked, curious.

“Will you marry me?”

I could feel her surprise in the way that she gasped right next to me. Then she giggled. “You didn’t forget.”

“Of course not.”

“Then I have to say yes, I will marry you. I promised, didn’t I? You, my future husband.”

“No, silly,” I protested. “I’m not a man. I’ll be your wife.”

“But I’m not a man, either. So, who’s gonna be the groom?”

“No groom… just two beautiful brides, me and you.”

“Yeah,” she said, giggling again. “Two twin brides. That would be something.”

I laughed as well, feeling incredibly excited, getting damp between my legs. I wanted to cover Sylvia with kisses, making her mine, all mine. Almost involuntarily, my hand left her waist and touched my sex.

“What are you doing?” she asked, a giggle dying in her mouth.

“Nothing,” I said, removing my hand from between my legs.

“Are you hot?” she asked, with a deceivingly innocent intonation.

“Well… yes. All this stuff is making me… hot.”

She laughed. “What? Why?”

“I don’t know,” I said, losing all fear, overcome by the moment and my growing lust. I began to rub myself in earnest. “Probably because we’d be so beautiful in our matching wedding gowns, I’d hitch up your veil and you would mine, and we’d kiss…”

“That would be so frigging cool,” she exclaimed, slowly becoming excited as well.

“But before that we would dress each other. I would help with your petticoat and garter belt, and you’d give me a hand with mine.”

I kept describing to her the whole process of getting a bride ready, the soft feel of lace and satin against our bodies, as I kept fondling my pussy with one hand, stroking her hair with the other. I could tell that she was getting turned on by my shameless act, but it didn’t matter if she wasn’t. Nobody could stop me. I was so close to coming.

“Then we will walk down the aisle together, hand in hand, and the priest will bless our union. And then we will have our own party, and a cake. You’ll grab my hand and we will cut the cake together. We will feed each other, then drink champagne together. Then a limousine will pick us up and take us to our honeymoon suite. And when the door closes behind us, you and I will hold hands and gaze deep, deep into each other’s eyes…”

“Go on,” she murmured. I felt her touch herself for the first time — first her own breasts, then between her thighs. “Go on, please…”

“And you will draw me into your arms and hold me close… I’ll nuzzle your neck, brushing your skin with my lips. Then I will tilt my face up to meet yours, and we’ll kiss… softly, at first.” I could feel Sylvia’s hand steal down between her thighs and slip into those French-cut panties she wore. “But the feel of our mouths as they touch is so incredible that we both want more. Your lips part enough for my tongue to slide between them, and suddenly you and I are French kissing…”

“Yes, go on,” she said with urgency, her hand making squishing sounds in her panties. “Oh, yes… Go on, Brenda… please…”

“We kiss for a long, lovely time,” I whisper in her ear. “Then we break apart and smile at each other, all shy because this is our first night together as wives. Then we begin undressing one another, a piece of clothing at a time.”

“Oh, Brenda,” she moaned. “You’re m-making me…” She didn’t continue, her breath coming in gasps as though she was on the verge of an orgasm.

I press my body against hers. “Soon you and I are completely naked, Sylvia. We look at one another for a long, sweet moment. God, you are beautiful.” My sister was trembling with excitement. “Then you pad over to our bed and lie down, waiting for me… and I climb onto the bed and kneel next to you, giving you a hot kiss before I take you in my arms…”

“Oh…” Sylvia moaned softly, “oh…”

“And we will make love, two newlyweds on their wedding night. Only we’ll make love the way girls do, our naked bodies fitting together so perfectly…”

That did it. I felt an explosion of pleasure hitting me, the heat radiating outward from my sex  and into my stretched thighs, my breasts, my nipples. I moaned low, like an animal, like a wolf.

“Oh, Brenda… that’s so…”

“Let me,” I said, displacing the hand between her legs with my own, giving away the secret hunger I had for my twin sister, heedless of the consequences.

“Brenda,” she said, her eyes wide.

“I love you,” I breathed.

When I touched Sylvia there for the first time, she moaned into my mouth. “Oh, Brenda… Brenda…” Her voice went weak, her arms encircled my neck. “Oh yes, Brenda… yes…. oh…. oooh… oh, my love.”

Overcome with passion, she gave me our very first lover’s kiss. “Oh baby, you make me so hot, so hot…”

I trailed my fingers through her outer lips and to her clitoris. “Yes… oh, yes. Like that.” She kissed me eagerly as I masturbated her. “Ooohhh!” she squealed as I gave her clit a tiny tweak. “Yes, yes. Please, baby, more. Keep doing my clit, yes, just like that.”

I felt her body move against mine, her essence coating my busy fingers while she covered my face with hot kisses, filling my ears with sounds of pleasure as she drew nearer and nearer to release.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, d-don’t stop,” she begged me. “I’m almost there…”

She came with a howl that rose from the bottom of her throat, squeezing my neck so tightly that I saw stars for a moment. But then, as her ecstasy subsided, her grip loosened and I was able to breathe again.

Sylvia lay quietly for a long time, her eyes closed, the rise and fall of her chest and an occasional twitch of her mouth the only movement she made.

Finally, I saw her eyelids flutter open, She began to caress my cheeks, staring at me in disbelief. I could see her questions, maybe even doubts, but I could also see something different in her. My sister loved me, was falling in love with me. Sylvia was able to accept the fact that we had crossed the barrier of what was acceptable in our society — and she didn’t care any more than I did.

And to that she pulled me to her, and we kissed for ages. My twin sister was untiring, as though she’d waited for this moment all her life.

***

Now Sylvia and I are twenty-three years old, fresh out of college, and still very much in love with each other. We have decided to make my childhood wish come true. We’ve already ordered the cake, the champagne, the limousine and the honeymoon suite. Sylvia looks absolutely amazing in her wedding gown.

As in my impossible dream, I wear an exact replica of her dress. I wanted us to look exactly the same — even our hairdos are identical. In just over an hour, we will be joined together as twin brides, wife and wife. I am lucky enough to have a sister who’s crazy enough to take me as her one and only.

We have no guests… this wedding is only for Sylvia and me. It’s our way of declaring our love for each other, making it clear that no one — and I mean no one — will ever come between us.

The End

by Maverick

There we were, my mother and I, enjoying a little chat. Only she was dressed in a snug blouse and sexy undies, while all I had on was a tiny silk crop top, a garter belt and stockings. The moment seemed ripe for seduction, and I was more than ready to make my move.

“You look tense, Mom,” I said. “Lie down on my bed. I’ll give you a massage.”

“You’re the one who made me tense,” she replied.

“Then let me make it up to you by helping you relax,” I said, pointing to the bed. “You won’t be sorry. My hands are instruments of pleasure.”

“Um… okay,” she tentatively replied.

“Wait! Take off that blouse. It’ll be easier to massage you without it.”

“Put it on, take it off,” she mock-complained, but she did as I asked.

“Now lie face down on the bed,” I ordered, already deciding that her sensual massage would begin with my hands and end with my mouth.

“Yes, ma’am,” she said matter-of-factly, climbing onto the bed and lying down on her tummy.

Kneeling at the foot of the bed, I took Mom’s stocking-clad right foot in my hands. The moment my thumbs put pressure on her arch, she gave a soft moan.

Very few people understand what a foot massage can do.

It mellows the receiver.

It relaxes her.

It slowly, gradually turns her on.

I kneaded the entire sole of her foot, taking my time with it. Each tiny portion of a sole has a nerve ending that connects to some organ in the body, so each part matters. By the time I finished, every organ in my mother’s body was subtly different, less constricted, more alive.

I did her ankle, then rubbed each toe individually. Now I wanted to suck on her toes, well aware of how much that can excite a sensual woman.

Deciding to take the risk, I said, “Mom, I’m gonna do something a little unorthodox… and I need you not to freak out on me. All right?”

“Um, okay,” she hesitantly said.

“Roll over on your back,” I said.

She obeyed, looking somewhat dazed as she did so. I noticed her nipples were still stiff, and when I glanced between her legs I noticed a large damp spot on her thong.

I had to stop myself from grinning — the truly sensual phase of the massage had yet to begin, and Mom was already turned on.

As she watched from her pillow, I separated her pinkie toe from its neighbor and sucked it into my mouth.

“Ohhhh, what are you doing?” Mom asked, though she didn’t attempt to take her foot away.

“I’m giving you the most intimate, loving and relaxing massage that I can,” I replied, removing her toe from my mouth for a moment. “Now lie back and enjoy.”

“But you’re my daughter,” she said.

“I’m not going down on you, Mom,” I said, “I’m just giving you a foot massage.”

“Um, okay,” she said, as she leaned back but added, “I’m still not sure about this…”

“Just relax,” I said, as I took her second toe in my mouth while I simultaneously massaged her ankle and calf, noticing she hadn’t scolded me for referring to oral sex.

“That does feel nice,” Mom sighed.

“Don’t think… just be in the moment,” I said, moving to her middle toe.

“Fair enough.” Her eyes closed and her legs spread far enough apart that I could see the contour of Mom’s labia through the sheer wet thong.

God, I wanted to just bury my face between her legs and go to town… but they say patience is a virtue, and I was going to give that theory all the time needed to prove itself true.

I sucked the remaining two toes before moving to the other foot and starting over.

Mom moaned, then whispered, “That feels so good, Hannah!”

Once I’d lavished an equal amount of attention on all ten toes, I began to slowly make my way up Mom’s leg with tender kisses and caresses. I figured she might protest, but she didn’t.

So I kept nuzzling upward to her knee, to her thigh, Mom’s breathing getting heavier as I went.

This was turning her on, and not in a small way.

Just as I seemed to be on the verge of kissing her pussy — and by this time, I hoped that she was ready for me to do just that — I switched to the ankle of the other leg and repeated my slow, methodical teasing until I was back between Mom’s thighs.

I moved my hands to her thong and urged, “Lift up, Mom. These undies are really damp.”

Even as she obeyed, raising her hips, she weakly protested, “Sweetheart, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Doing what, Mom?” I innocently asked as I pulled her thong down and off, resisting the impulse to sniff it before casting it to one side. Her body was already surrendering to me, her mind lagging behind just a bit.

“This,” was all she could say, waving her hands vaguely.

“Mom, it’s obvious that you’re in need. I want to help.”

Before she could respond, I brought my hand to her wet pussy, her lips literally glistening with expectation, and slid two fingers inside.

“Oooooh, Hannah!” she cried — yet once again, she didn’t move away.

“Mom, your pussy is so warm, so wet,” I said. “Let me help you out. I want to do this.”

I pumped my fingers in and out of her, hoping that this pleasure assault would override her common sense and propriety, that she’d let me take her completely

“Oh, God… Hannah… th-this is… oh, fuck… please, sweetheart, we mustn’t… Ohhhh, oh, no.” I think Mom was trying to tell me to stop, but was unable to get much more than a word or two out at a time. Soon she was moaning instead of speaking.

Sensing that she was already very close to an orgasm, and deciding it was now or never, I buried my mouth in her pussy and got to licking.

“Hannah! Oh, Hannah, no!” she moaned as my tongue made contact — although once again, she didn’t move a muscle to push me away.

In fact, Mom shocked me this time… she actually raised her hips, grabbed the back of my head and held me to her!

“Oh, baby girl, yes!” she cried. “D-don’t stop!”

Her scent was strong… her pussy juicy and delicious. Mom’s cunt had to have been the sweetest I’d ever sampled, but it was also unlike any other… except mine, at least. Like mother, like daughter.

She was dripping wet, the flavor of her tart and tangy like some new, perfect fruit — forbidden fruit.

I didn’t want her to come too quickly, This momentous experience was meant to last as long as possible, so I withdrew my very wet fingers from Mom’s vagina and focused on pleasuring her with my tongue.

“Oh God,” she moaned, letting go of my head. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to your own mommy.”

Hearing her say mommy turned me on — so sexy under the circumstances, adding to the rapture I felt as I dove headlong into the delights of incest. I purred back between licks, “You taste good, Mommy.”

“Your father didn’t think so.”

“Let’s not talk about him,” I suggested, “he’s history.” I put extra energy into licking my mother, hoping to wash the painful memory of that horrible man out of her system completely.

“You’re right, honey,” she whispered. “To hell with him.”

I slid two fingers back inside Mom’s cunt, searching for her g-spot, guessing she’d never come that way before. “Now let me show you what real pleasure is,” I purred, my fingers finding the place I wanted.

“You already have!” Her voice went up in pitch as I tapped her g-spot, while simultaneously flicking the tip of my tongue rapidly across her clit. I called this my double-go move, intended to make a lover go off like a geyser.

Sure enough, her legs stiffened and she screamed, “Oh God, I’m c-coming, Hannah! Ohhhhhh!”

She didn’t have to tell me that, because Mom was a squirter. She splashed my face with a full flood of honeyed sweetness as I feasted on her cunt.

“Motherfucker!” she screamed, and I promised myself there and then that I would indeed become a mother fucker, already thinking about breaking out my strap-on for our next round.

Mom’s ecstasy rose to an unimaginable peak, and I was confronted with a choice: keep going, push her to another orgasm, or give her a break, let my mother rest before taking her again? After a moment’s thought, II elected to go with the latter, pulling away.

I gazed at my mother in loving admiration. She looked so sweet and sexy with her eyes closed, her mouth slack and her cheeks radiating the rosy afterglow of euphoria.

I got up from the bed, went to the closet and pulled out a medium-sized box that included a few sex toys: two vibrators, a strap-on, anal beads, and a double ended dildo.

“Goodness, that was amazing,” Mom said, lifting herself up a bit.

“Agreed,” I smiled.

“Did you find my g-spot? I always thought that was a myth.”

“As far as I can tell, only a woman can locate it.” I set the box on the bed.

“What’s in the box?” she asked. Mom seemed to be merely curious and not, I was glad to see, showing any remorse for the incestuous act we’d just committed.

I pulled out the black eight-inch vibe and a smaller pink six-incher, displayed them to her and asked in a posh voice, “Which of these would you prefer, madam?”

“Goodness me!” she gasped. “Where did you get those?”

“Amazon,” I replied.

She laughed. “Less embarrassing than going into an adult store, I suppose.”

“How many vibrators do you have?” I asked.

“Two fewer than you have in your hands.”

“Oh, Mother,” I sighed. “It’s 2018. With the advancements made in the field of sex toys, men are utterly useless in the bedroom.”

“They were before then, too,” she jokingly said.

“I’ll take your word for it,” I said. “Do you have any toys at all?” She shook her head. “None?”

“Just these fingers,” she admitted, waving a hand as she sat up to peer into the toy box. “You have a strap-on?”

“Of course. Amanda has five.”

“Five?”

“Different sizes, shapes and levels of intensity.” I held up the two vibrators. “Which one shall I use on you?”

“We can’t,” she quickly said, but I wasn’t fooled.

“Which one?” I repeated, holding out the six-inch with one hand, then the eight-inch with the other, then the first one again.

“Are you going to let this go?” she asked, even though she was already giving in to me.

“Only after you come again,” I said. “I’m going to do for you what Dad couldn’t.”

“They’re both bigger than he is,” she said with a smile.

“Figures.”

Mom pointed into the box. “How about that one?”

“The strap-on?” I asked. Damn, she’d just shocked me again!

“Sweet girl, you’ve gotten me so fucking hot and bothered.” She gave me a big grin.

“Mother, language,” I said, pretending to be aghast.

“Hannah, darling, will you please put that prick on and do me with it?” she said, with an expression as sweet and innocent as Julia Roberts in Notting Hill.

I sternly asked, “Mother dearest, are you trying to turn your sweet innocent daughter into a mother fucker?” Actually, I’d already fucked a couple of moms, but sex with my own mother was a whole new level of kinky achievement.

Her eyes sparkled at me wickedly, “Yes, my dear sweet Hannah, I want you to repent of your innocent ways and pound your wicked mommy like a filthy slut. Can your delicate sensibilities handle that, dear?”

“Actually, you had me convinced when you pointed at this strap-on,” I chuckled as I fastened the harness around me, my pussy already throbbing with anticipation.

“You’re so fucking sexy in my lingerie… especially while wearing that cock,” Mom said, looking at me with a lust I often saw in my lovers, but had never expected to find at home.

“And you look so hot in the afterglow of your first orgasm of the day,” I countered.

Mom admitted, “I’m not lying or exaggerating when I tell you… that was the most intense sexual pleasure of my entire life, you sweet girl.”

“Happy I could oblige,” I smiled, joining her back in the bed. “And now for orgasm number… two.” I held up two fingers.

She shook her head. “Oh, no, sweetheart, I can’t have multiple orgasms.”

“Okay, that’s just flat-out wrong,” I said, guiding Mom onto her knees. I loved the power of fucking doggy style. I loved watching my cock slide in and out of a woman, I loved watching a body rock back against mine, I loved being in control and taking a partner however I liked. “You just haven’t met the right girl. Or maybe you have, but just had to wait for her to grow up.” I moved behind her.

“I’ve tried myself,” she admitted. “Countless times.”

“Well, I’m determined to break that losing streak,” I said, as I penetrated her already very wet pussy, “and if I say so myself, I’m damn good at this.”

“Oh, yes,” she moaned as my cock filled her.

Sometimes I start slow when fucking a lover, other times I fuck hard and fast. This time would definitely be hard and fast. But first, I grabbed Mom’s hips and held her tightly against me, my prick buried deep inside her. “Tell me what you want, Mommy.”

“Oh God, Hannah, I want you to fuck me as wild as you can,” she cried. “Please!”

I gave her five quick hard thrusts before I withdrew, all but the tip. I asked, as a high priest might inquire of a supplicant, “Margaret Baxter, do you want to be your daughter Hannah’s mommy-slut?” God, I felt so hot and wicked.

“Yes, Hannah,” Mom moaned, struggling to impale herself on my cock, but I held her hips firmly in place. “I… I, Margaret Baxter, very much want to be your mommy-slut.”

Five more deep, hard thrusts — and she made a face when I stopped again. “Stop teasing, Hannah. Just fuck the ass off me!”

“Oh? You want anal? I can do that!” I withdrew all the way, even though I knew that wasn’t what she meant..

“No, no — in my cunt, baby,” Mom pleaded, looking back at me with hungry eyes. “Please fuck me, make me yours, Hannah. I want to be your lover!”

I loved the idea of that, the idea of what we had being much more than just this evening.

I slid back into her and began pounding her hard, just like she’d asked me to. “I’m going to fuck you all the time, my sweet mommy-pet.”

“Yes, Hannah, yes. I need someone to do that for me.”

The difference was that, unlike my asshole father, I would treat my mother like a princess — a submissive princess who loved to be taken by her daughter, but still a princess. And I would be the queen.

Then there was just fucking and moaning. I fucked her hard as I could, fast as I could. Her moans and heavy breathing were sweet music to my ears.

I never wanted to make someone come as much as I did her at the moment. Yet, even though she sounded close to release, she wasn’t coming.

Then an idea popped into my head. I pulled out and ordered, “On your stomach, Mom.”

She obeyed, but shook her head. “It’s okay, honey. I love how this feels, but I’m not going to come.”

“You are going to come, trust me,” I insisted, and delved into the nightstand drawer for my magic wand, which I hoped would live up to its name. It always had for me, so I was feeling optimistic.

I plugged the wand into the wall and returned to kneel between Mom’s legs. “Raise your hips just a little,” I said. She did, and I placed the toy underneath where she lay, positioning it in just the right way to stimulate her clitoris.

“Ohhhhhh my,” she moaned, as the vibrations hit her.

I got behind Mom, angled the strap-on cock into position, arched my back and entered her again.

The position was slightly awkward, but I was back inside, resting my weight on her, which forced the wand to do its magic.

“My God… my God!” her voice rising from a moan to a wail as I got down to fucking my mother.

I bucked my hips forward in a series of savage thrusts, filling her again and again, making the entire bed move and the headboard bump rhythmically against the wall.

“Oh yes,” Mom panted. “F-fuck me, Hannah. God, I love this!”

Listening to her beg for more only made me hotter. I suspected that she was just as turned on by the kinky incestuous aspect of our lovemaking just as much as I was. I decided to play with the idea.

“You like your daughter fucking you, Mommy?” I asked, as I filled her box.

“Oh, yes… Mommy loves… loves being fucked by her… s-sexy daughter,” she gasped.

“Then come for your little girl,” I said. “Come for me, and you’ll be my mommy-pet forever!”

“Harder, more,” Mom begged, clearly inches away from the orgasm she hadn’t thought was possible. Now she was almost clawing her way toward it.

“Soon, I’ll be fucking you in the kitchen. I’ll be bending you over the sink and doing you from behind. I’ll have you right on the dining table.”

“Oh God, Hannah,” she moaned, her eyes wide in astonishment, “I’m — I’m getting close.”

“I’ll have you eating my pussy for breakfast,” I continued. That was an idea I found immensely appealing, as I almost always woke up horny.

“I’ll do anything for you, Hannah,” she moaned, humping her ass up and down with a strength I didn’t know she had.

“Anything at all? Then be a good girl and come for me,” I said, as I sucked on my thumb, preparing for the big finish. Placing the tip of it against her anus, I began to push.

It wasn’t easy to penetrate Mom’s rectum, the way she was thrashing around, but with a little work, I got in, and she screamed, “Ohhhhhh fuck!”

“Come for me, Mom!” I growled, my thumb all the way up her asshole.

“Yesssssss!” she screamed, loud enough to wake the dead as a second climax ripped through her.

She collapsed on the bed and I, wanting more of her sweet nectar, flipped Mom onto her back and buried my face in her flooding cunt, amazed at the size of the damp spot that was already there on the sheets.

I licked her for a minute or so before I decided it was time to deal with my own throbbing pussy, as well as initiate Mom into the fine art of cunnilingus.

I got up, removed my strap-on and admired my beautiful mother. She looked so sexy in the afterglow of her ecstasy. Her face was all blotchy with color, her mouth slack as she gasped, her hair was a mess and her body was covered in sweat. She was beautiful!

She turned her head to look at me and said, “I can’t believe I just had two orgasms.”

“I don’t take no for an answer,” I shrugged.

“Two orgasms from my daughter,” she added.

“I was just comforting you,” I added, as I moved back to her bed. “Still sad?”

“No, I’m in love. Can I try getting you off?” she asked, which was so cute to hear, as I’d already decided that was exactly what she was doing next.

“I was just thinking the same thing,” as I knee-walked up the bed and straddled Mom’s face.

“Your pussy is all wet,” she noticed.

“Fucking and licking my darling mother got me pretty hot,” I admitted, “You’d better get used to it like this,” as I lowered my wet cunt to her open mouth.

I can’t believe I’m about to lick my baby girl’s pussy,” she said, just before she did.

“Oh, trust me, you’re going to be going down on me so often that you’ll count it as part of your diet,” I said. I could have a dozen orgasms on a good day, easily… although only three or four was my norm. “No one has ever been able to eat my peach just once.”

“Mmmmm,” she crooned, quite muffled. “You taste so good.”

“So I’ve been told,” I replied. “And tonight, I learned I taste a lot like you.”

She moved her hands to my nylon-clad legs and began to massage them as she licked.

Although I like a few positions such as legs spread and lying down, legs spread and sitting down, and a sideways sixty-nine, my favorite was being on top.

I was in control.

I could enjoy a nice, slow licking.

Or grind one out on her face.

Although I wanted to enjoy a leisurely licking, my pussy was too excited at the moment.

After two or three minutes of her gentle oral, I ordered, “Now get your daughter off, my Mommy-pet.”

She began licking faster… and I began to press my cunt into her mouth, my need to climax overriding everything else.

And then I was coming, shrieking my rapture to the skies as I flooded my mother’s face, demonstrating my own squirting abilities.

She eagerly drank down every drop of my honey. I figured that she’d become just as hooked on my pussy as my other lovers, but by that time I was just as addicted to hers.

Not wanting this to end, I waited until my orgasm had only just begun to subside before I climbed off her.

I asked, looking down at her very wet and messy face, “Want to see if three times is a charm?”

She gave me a look that I’d have to call befuddled. “Um, what?”

“One more orgasm.” I moved between her legs with my own spread wide until our pussies were kissing. Her eyes widened, and I said, “This is called tribbing.”

“Wh-what is?” she asked, accompanied by a soft whimper.

“This is. Pussy to pussy rubbing,” I answered. I grabbed one of her feet and began sucking on her toes again as I began to work my cunt against hers.

“Oh,” my mother moaned, suddenly understanding what I meant. She began to grind back, then grabbed one of my nylon-clad feet and stuffed several of my toes into her mouth.

For a few minutes, we rubbed our pussies together in a frenzied lesbian fuck.

There was moaning.

There was writhing.

There was sweat. It was beautiful.

Suddenly, my mother stopped moving. “I want to taste you again,” she said. “Can we sixty-nine?”

I grinned. “How can I say no to that?”

We repositioned ourselves side-by-side, each burying her mouth between the other’s thighs.

Then we licked each other.

And then we fingered each other.

And then I found her g-spot.

Then she found mine.

And then we both came, baptizing each other’s faces with what felt like gallons of sweet, delicious nectar.

We kissed, for many long minutes… kissed like lovers. Because that’s what we had become.

Finally my beautiful mother backed away before giving me one more gentle kiss and gazing tenderly into my eyes. “My darling child, I can’t believe we just did that.”

“You needed comforting, Mom,” I replied, gently caressing her tits.

“But now you’ll need therapy,” she said, then giggled.

I laughed, then said, “No, now I have my own live-in human alarm clock and life is good.”

“You want me to wake you up every morning by licking that yummy cunt of yours?”

“Breakfast in bed,” I joked.

Mom grinned. “They do say it’s the most important meal of the day.” She moved back between my legs and said, “I think I still owe you one more orgasm.”

I watched as she buried her face between my legs and began to lick.

I wrapped my nylon-clad legs around her, wondering what tomorrow would bring as I moaned, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Mommy.”

Mom said between licks, “This is way better than overpriced roses… smells nicer, too.”

“And it won’t wilt in a few days,” I retorted, before adding, “you’ll be enjoying this bouquet for years to come.”

“And now it’s time to get you to come,” she said, burying her mouth in my wetness, going down on me like the eager lesbian I’d just taught her to be.

The End

by Maverick

Tracked down by Sapphmore, reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

{ This story was originally posted at Sex4Stories in February 2018 }

Note from JetBoy: I might as well tell you up front: this is another two-part story where all the actual sex takes place in the second half. It’s one hell of a second half, though — so don’t pass the first chapter up. As a reward for your patience, I’ll post Part Two fairly soon. Many thanks to Sapphmore, our Site Story Detective, for finding this one!

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Watching my mom fall deep into despair after her divorce was the most awful thing I’d ever seen. I wished with all my heart that I knew what to do to help her find happiness again.

Mom was a sweet woman who deserved far better. She’d been there for me my entire life. She’d been strict with me when I needed it, but never with anger. She convinced me I was special.

When I’d been five and thrown a mammoth tantrum over something incredibly important that I don’t even remember anymore, she’d carried me up to my room, still crying and struggling and calling her names, and explained through my hysteria she was declaring a time out. I was to remain in my room until I had spent two continuous hours with no loud noises. Any fresh outbursts and I would start over. She then quietly locked me in and went back downstairs while I continued caterwauling.

When I finally calmed down and had completed one hour of silence, she brought me a brownie, saying, “Well done, sweetheart, carry on.” When I’d completed the whole two hours, she came in, gave me a big hug and kisses all over my face, tickled me until I giggled, and took me out for ice cream! That was my very last tantrum.

In my freshman year of high school, when she’d grounded me for toilet papering the house of a girl who’d been bullying me, our evenings were spent together watching TV or playing Scrabble until she released me from ‘the joint’ a week early for good behavior, and started taking me to Karate class. A couple months later my bully ambushed me again, but ended up with good cause to apologize.

I could tell you dozens of stories about times Mom did everything she could to resolve situations that had caused me to act out in the first place. Even though I wasn’t always the sweet angel she said I was, she’d never struck me or done anything to me out of anger. Not once in eighteen years!

When I was sad, she offered me her shoulder and her ear and long cuddles. When I was angry, she asked me sympathetic questions and listened for as long as I needed and never offered suggestions until I’d talked myself out and asked for them. When I was good, she loved me and made me feel like the most wonderful girl in the world.

My father, the asshole that he was, had left Mom on December first for a woman only four years older than me… four fucking years!

It completely crushed Mom. Seeing her like that completely crushed me.

Mom was thirty-four and had never had a job, not marrying my father at eighteen. For the first several years of her marriage she’d insisted on going for a degree in English and had obtained her Bachelor’s diploma, but had never done anything with it. Instead, she’d always been a stay-at-home mom for me.

Dad made lots of money as a stockbroker, and insisted that his wife shouldn’t work. So she stayed home in a comfortable house, like a stereotypical housewife.

After the divorce, Mom had no idea what to do with herself. Thanks to his money and connections, Dad had achieved an amazingly quick separation: he’d wanted to retire and start traveling with his cradle-robbed sexpot. He’d easily gotten the divorce because Mom was too disheartened to put up much of a fight, and anyway, why fight to keep a man who no longer loved you?

At least he didn’t emerge from the split completely unscathed. Thanks to a perceptive judge, we got a very generous ruling on how much support Dad would have to provide. So money wouldn’t be a problem for Mom, but she felt cast adrift: what would she do with herself?

I was in my senior year of high school and would be leaving for college in less than a year. I knew that empty nest syndrome was going to hit her really hard. Dad and I had always been her entire life, and that heartless bastard had abandoned us both, but I didn’t miss him a bit. Hell, I was glad he was gone. He’d dumped Mom during the holiday season, which only made him a bigger dick than I’d already thought he was.

He was one of the reasons I was a lesbian.

Oh sure, sexual attraction was the main one, but my hatred for the way my dad had treated Mom my entire life had generalized itself into a very early dislike for men, thus boys, and at eighteen I was definitely one hundred percent gay. He didn’t make me into a lesbian, but he sure made it easier for me to accept that any great love in my life wouldn’t be packing a dick. Not a flesh-and-blood one, anyhow.

Mom didn’t know I was queer. I was perceived by her and by most people who knew me as a sweet, shy, nerdy young woman. I was far from that, but didn’t mind letting most people think I was. Shy around boys vs couldn’t care less about boys didn’t look so different from the outside. Either way I wasn’t dating any, or even flirting.

Few, besides my best friend and partner in crime Amanda, a still closeted athlete Brittany (I knew where her closet was, and visited her there regularly), my neighbor Mrs. Benson, my teacher Mrs. Walker, and a few other trusted souls had any clue that I was a lesbian.

I hadn’t originally planned on seducing Mom, but one thing led to another and… well, here’s the story of my craziest, most life-altering Valentine’s Day ever.

I came home from school, and although she smiled resolutely as she greeted me, it was obvious Mom had been crying… and it broke my heart all over again.

As always, I asked the stupid question, “Are you okay, Mom?”

“I’m fine, honey,” she answered like she always did, wiping away some streaks of evidence to the contrary, attempting to be casual about it. Today was Valentine’s Day, her first since Dad had left two months ago. She was obviously feeling especially sad about being alone on the Day of Love, while her ex-husband was drinking Mai Tais on the beaches of Hawaii with his new slut.

She was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee, so I sat across the corner from her and looked into her eyes gently. “Mom, you know you can talk to me,” I said, letting her know I loved her and wasn’t buying any bull crap about her feeling fine. “I’m eighteen. I’m an adult. And he left me, too.”

This seemed to make Mom even sadder.

“I know, honey,” she nodded. “It’s just that… I don’t want to burden you with my troubles.”

“Mom, your troubles are my troubles, too,” I said, taking her hands in mine. “After all the things you’ve done for me my whole life, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“It’s just… I don’t know, I’m still in denial mode,” Mom said.

I smiled, “I’ve moved on to angry mode.”

“I think I’m in a lot of modes,” she laughed. “Denial, anger, frustration…”

“Frustration?” I asked.

“Oh, nothing,” she said, quickly pulling her hands away and moving to the kitchen counter. I followed, of course.

“You can’t confide something you feel and then not explain,” I said.

“It’s just… personal, honey,” she said, avoiding eye contact.

“Personal, shmersonal! Mom, you can tell me anything,” I offered.

“It’s just…” she began and paused.

“It’s just what?” I asked.

“I feel like such a failure,” she admitted, although I could tell that wasn’t what she really meant.

I pulled Mom into a hug and said, “Mom, you’re not a failure. Dad is. He’s a failure as a husband, as a father and as a man.”

“Oh, honey,” Mom said, bursting into tears again.

“You deserve better than Dad,” I said. “He treated you like a slave.”

“I don’t know what I did wrong,” she wailed through her tears.

“All you did was love your family and get older,” I told her. “You’re better off without him. We are better off without him. Dad is an asshole!”

“Hannah!” Mom gasped.

“Mom, he is, and he always has been!”

“Hannah, please don’t speak about….”

I interrupted, now not only angry at him, but at my mom for trying to defend him, “Mom, be thankful he’s gone! He was a terrible insensitive husband and a useless father. It’s only thanks to you he was never a child-beater, too!”

“It was never that black and white,” she protested.

“Mom, enough!” I shouted, slamming my palm onto the counter, a technique my father had often used to get our undivided attention.

She looked at me in shock as I took her hand, leading her to the couch.

“Mom, stop defending him,” I said, not holding back my anger. “He’s an unfaithful, insensitive, arrogant prick of a man and we both deserve better,” I ranted so vehemently I could feel my face turning red.

“But he’s your father,” Mom pointed out.

“He’s my sperm donor,” I said. “No more, no less. Well, actually far less. Any damn fool can ejaculate into a woman’s cunt.”

“Hannah, language,” Mom scolded. Swearing is not something I usually do in front of my mother, or she in front of me.

“Sorry, Mom,” I softly said, putting a hand on her nylon-clad leg. “I just hate how he still makes you feel worthless. You’re a special woman, and you deserve to be treated like a goddess.”

“Oh, Hannah,” she smiled, suddenly close to shedding tears of a different kind. “I needed to hear that.”

“Mom, you’re a beautiful woman inside and out,” I continued, a sweet idea popping into my head. Maybe I could help her out of this funk!

“Thank you, honey,” she said, enjoying the compliments, while my hand slithered at a snail’s pace up her thigh.

“Where do you get these nylons? They’re super soft,” I said, knowing they were real silk and not some cheap brand.

“Some girls spend their money on shoes, I spend mine on stockings,” she replied, seemingly okay with me  caressing her legs.

“Good choice,” I approved. “They’re as soft as silk and really make those lovely legs of yours stand out.”

“Thank you, honey,” she smiled again. “Your father never seemed to notice.”

“His loss,” I said, moving my hand ever so slightly under her dress to discover she was actually wearing stockings and a garter. “Mom!” I asked, surprised. “This is some sexy stuff! Who are you wearing it for?”

“Myself,” she answered with a shy smile, allowing me to lift up her dress enough to admire her black lace garter.

I took her hands, pulled her up off the sofa and dropped to my knees.

Did part of me want to bury my face in my mother’s pussy?

God, yes. I wanted it badly and I knew she needed it badly, but a slow seduction was much better for my long-term goal.

Mom looked down at me, surprised. “Hannah, what are you doing?”

“Just taking a look at this lovely garter,” I said, which was partly true. I was also trying to see if Mom was shaved.

She was!

“Oh, I bought it online. I buy all my nylons and lingerie that way,” she said, standing there like a sexy mannequin as I traced my hand over the garter belt, resisting the temptation to touch her cute black panties… which looked more like a thong, actually.

“Are you wearing a thong. Mom?”

“Thongs are all I own,” she admitted.

“Mom, you are a complete enigma,” I said, as I took the risk and flicked my hands around to her ass to grab the thong and tug it out then snap it back into her ass.

“Hey!” she exclaimed, moving away slightly.

“Sorry,” I apologized again. “It’s just something we do in the change room to girls who wear thongs.”

“Really?”

“Yep,” I nodded. “Guys whip towels at each other’s asses, and we tug thongs.”

“Why?” she asked.

“I have no idea,” I answered.

“Weird,” she said, although she didn’t move any further away from me.

“Do you have any more of these sheer nylons?” I asked, an idea of how to seduce my mother slowly blossoming in my head.

“Quite a few,” she laughed. “It’s my shopping addiction.”

“Can I try on a pair?” I asked, standing up. “All I wear are these cheap ones.”

“Sure,” she said with a nod.

I took her hand. “Let’s go try some now.”

“Now?” she asked.

“I can’t think of a better way to cheer a girl up than by trying on clothes,” I said.

“Well, okay,” she said, following me, though probably trying to process how me trying clothes were going to cheer her up.

Just wait, Mommy dearest. If I have my way, you’ll be cheered up and then some.

I said, “Nothing puts me in a better mood than shopping, and shopping in my mom’s closet seems like the ultimate thrill.”

“What do I get out of this?” she asked playfully, catching the mood.

“Oh, I have some fashionable stuff you can try on,” I said, deciding I was going to play Barbie with my mom.

“Hey!” she objected as she realized I was being critical of her fashion choices.

“You dress like a housewife,” I pointed out.

“I am a housewife,” she countered. “Or was, anyway.”

“Exactly,” I nodded. “But as I’m learning this very afternoon, looks can be deceiving.”

“How so?” she asked, as she went to her dresser drawer and pulled out a few pairs of stockings, still in the package.

“Well, underneath your mother-goes-to-market clothes, you’re wearing some very hot lingerie,” I pointed out.

“I like wearing lace bras, garters and stockings underneath,” she said. “They make me feel sexy.”

“They make you look sexy, too, I imagine,” I complimented, “let’s see.” I reached around and unzipped her dress.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I want to see your underwear,” I said. “Did you say lace bra?”

“But I’m your mother,” she protested.

“We’re both adults, Mom,” I reminded her. “I see girls completely naked almost every day.” I withheld the fact that we were naked so they could lick me, and vice versa.

“I guess,” she responded tentatively.

When she didn’t move away, I slipped the dress off her shoulders and down her torso to her hips. Stepping a foot back for a better view, I unveiled her sexy lingerie, and gasped — a little overdramatically, I suppose, “Holy shit, Mom! You have an amazing body!”

“Hannah!” she gasped, although clearly appreciating the compliment.

“Seriously,” I continued, knowing flattery worked wonders. That was doubly true for insecure women, at least from my experience. “You’ve got a better body than most high school girls.”

“You’re being silly,” she said, but didn’t move away as I finally dropped her dress to the floor. Taking a chance, I quickly unclasped her bra.

“My God, sweetie, what are you doing?” she said, surprised by my boldness.

Ignoring her protests, I tossed Mom’s bra onto the floor and quickly cupped her big, firm breasts. As she stood there shocked, I told her, “I got your eyes and your hair, but not these.”

“Hannah, I…” she began, but I interrupted her.

“Seriously, your breasts are so full and lovely, and mine are so small,” I pouted, then jerked my sweater off. “See?”

“You’re not wearing a bra,” she said, surprised.

Truth was, I’d left it at Amanda’s after a quickie fuck after school, but that information could remain hidden a little while longer as I continued my slow seduction. I played the insecurity card, cupping my 34B breasts. “I don’t need any bra for these.”

“Honey, trust me, yours are the perfect size,” she said.

“How so?” I asked, even though I wasn’t really insecure about my breasts. Truth was, they were almost the perfect size: not too big, not too small; as Goldilocks would say, just right.

She cupped her own tits and said, growing more comfortable about topless state, “These mamas are back-breakers.”

“I can imagine,” I nodded, knowing that was true for Elle, a big-breasted chubby but lively girl who had first introduced me to the world of cunnilingus at summer camp.

“You have an amazing body, too,” she said.

“Thanks,” I smiled, enjoying the compliment. After a pause I asked, as I walked to the bed where the packages all were, “So can I try on a pair of these fancy nylons?”

“Go ahead, honey,” she offered.

I looked at the wide array of packages. “You like variety.”

“I do,” she nodded, as I gazed at the selection of colors that included black, beige, mocha, white, tan, navy and red. “I treat my hosiery like I do my jewelry — as an accessory to enhance the entire package.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I said, as I removed my skirt to reveal I also wasn’t wearing panties, just a pair of thigh-highs.

“You’re deceiving, too,” she said with a smirk.

“Like mother, like daughter,” I said, sliding one stocking down my leg and off.

“Do you usually go without panties?” she asked — not accusing, just curious.

“Sometimes,” I shrugged. “You?”

“Just thongs,” she answered.

“You should try going commando; it’s quite liberating,” I said. “In the winter you can feel Jack Frost nipping at your… you know.” I removed the other stocking.

“Since when did you start wearing thigh-highs?” Mom asked.

“Blame Amanda,” I answered, who was my best friend and the one I messed around with the most. She said she liked quick access to my pussy when she wanted a quick snack, and that could be just about anywhere —  in the cafeteria bathroom, in the car, at her house or mine, and once in an empty movie theater. Amanda said I had the sweetest pussy she’d ever tasted, and that her second home was between my legs.

“Blame her how?” Mom asked, as I selected the mocha pair, which was my favorite color, really enhancing my pale legs.

“She convinced me they were sexier and more comfortable than pantyhose,” I answered.

“I can’t argue with that,” Mom nodded, before adding, as I rolled up the first stocking in my hands, “but there is nothing sexier than stockings with a garter belt.”

As I began putting the first stocking on my foot, I smiled, taking in the sexy sight of my mother in a thong, garter and stockings, and nothing else. “You’re certainly proof of that statement.”

“Oh, thanks,” Mom said, blushing slightly.

“God, these feel so sexy,” I said, in awe of how much softer they were than my usual nylons.

“They’re the only kind I wear now,” she replied.

As I pulled the stocking up my leg, I said, “Damn, I’m going to need a garter belt for these, huh?”

“Hold on.” She went over to her top dresser drawer, shuffled through it for a second, then returned with a red one. “This will contrast nicely with those mocha stockings. They really set each other off.”

“You’re a lingerie guru,” I joked as I took the garter, something I’d never worn before.

I strapped it around my waist, then decided to take things a little further in the seduction of my mother. “Can you help me with this, Mom?” I asked, standing up.

“Sure, honey,” she said, getting down on her knees in front of me. Her face was now less than a foot away from my pussy. Can she smell how turned on I am? I wondered.

Mom attached the first clasp to the stocking as she explained, “Always take your time fastening these.”

“Okay,” I said. My heart throbbed at her touch, the warmth of her breath caressing my thigh. I did notice that Mom stole a glance at my pussy as she finished the front clasp.

She moved around back and fastened the clasp behind. Then Mom surprised me. Reaching out for the other stocking, she told me, “Sit on the edge of the bed and lift your foot.”

I wanted to say something flirtatious. Instead, like the little girl I no longer was, I did exactly as she said, leaning back on both elbows as I offered Mom my bare foot. Taking hold of it, Mom carefully slipped the sheer stocking on, then rolled it up my leg. “Now stand back up.”

I rose, then she did the other front clasp. This time, my mother definitely took a long, lingering look at my wet pussy. A wave of sexual heat surged through me as I got the crazy notion that my seduction might be working.

Mom moved around back once more, did that last clasp, then asked me, “Care to try on something kinda sexy?”

“You always said I should never say ‘kinda’,” I teased. My mother, with her English degree, had long taken serious issue with words like “kinda,” “sorta,” and “gotta.”

“Brat,” she playfully scolded me, going back to her dresser for another silken treasure.

“Just wanted you to know that I was listening all those years you corrected my speech, teach,” I said.

She returned with a red crop top and said, “Try this on.”

I grinned as I took it and, being very careful not to seem at all opposed to the idea, said, “Really? Now I feel like we’re playing Naughty Barbie.”

Mom laughed as I slipped into the silk top, which didn’t leave much to the imagination. “This is getting a little out there; I admit that.”

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours, eh? Okay, then, I’m dressing you next,” I replied, already knowing exactly what I was going to put on her.

Out of nowhere, Mom suddenly asked me, “By the way, what’s the name of Barbie’s mom?”

I thought about it, then shrugged. “No idea… you should Google it.” Funny thing — all those years of playing with Barbie dolls, and I couldn’t answer that simple question.

“You look amazing in that,” Mom said.

I thought about asking her, ‘Good enough to eat?’ but managed to restrain myself. Instead, I turned to the mirror and said, “Wow, I do look hot.” I struck a few poses, “It really showcases my assets.”

“It sure does,” she said, yet again peeking at my pussy, which was still in full view and very well hydrated.

Not for the first time, I wondered if Mom had ever experimented with women. Deciding it was time to reveal my sexual bias, I added, “Amanda will love me in this.”

“What?” she asked.

I repeated, “I’m sure Amanda will love me in this. She has a thing for nylons, and if I wear this outfit, she’ll be on her knees in no time.”

Mom stared at me silently — wheels turning, processing what I’d just said, trying to think of an alternative to the obvious.

Deciding to help her, I said, “Mom, you do know I’m a lesbian, right?”

“I, um, no,” she responded, still in shock.

“I blame my sperm donor,” I continued. “I saw how he treated someone as wonderful as you, realized that there are a lot more like him out there… and since then. I’ve never really been interested in guys.”

“That… well, it never occurred to me at all,” Mom said, still processing.

“What, that I like girls?” I asked, avoiding saying something crude like, I love licking pussy.

“Yeah,” she said, even as she glanced again at my ripe, juicy cunt. I was pretty sure she really liked what she saw, but didn’t want me to know that.

“I’m sorry to just spring this on you, Mom. Er… are you okay with it?” I suddenly felt a bit apprehensive. I’d always figured that Mom would be fine with me being gay, but her lack of response had me feeling insecure.

“Oh, honey,” she said, coming over and giving me a big reassuring hug, her large breasts pressing oh, so deliciously against mine, “of course I am.”

I hugged her back, feeling good again about where we were, and quickly returned to my objective: seducing her. “I tried guys a couple times, but I never got off with them.”

“Tell me about it!” she laughed.

“Girls,” I smiled, “on the other hand, get me off every time.”

“Hannah!” she said.

“Often multiple times,” I added, slyly offering her glimpses of the perks of a female lover.

I noticed that Mom’s nipples were erect, just like mine, and thought about how she’d been checking me out ever since I got naked — but subtly, as if she didn’t want me to know. Rather than seducing her, could I be awakening something in my mother that was already simmering beneath the surface?

My head swam as I considered it — the idea that Mom might already be visualizing me in a sexual way.

“Haven’t you ever at least thought about sex with another woman, Mom?”

“Oh, I had the, um, occasional crush on other girls when I was in high school,” she said, “but that was then. I’m too old to think about that kind of thing now.”

I rolled my eyes. “Mom, you’re only forty-two, for God’s sake.” I said, taking her hand, “and I’m about to make you look even younger.”

“Good luck with that,” my mother replied as I led her into my room.

“You’ll see.” Letting go of her hand, I said, “Wait here.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Mom responded with a cute smile, which made me wonder if she was secretly submissive. I knew a couple of women who were — and they always tried to hide it from the world, all the while offering sly hints to that effect. My first adult lover, the town librarian, had originally piqued my interest that way, calling me “Ms. Hannah,” whenever I saw her. One day she insisted on helping me seek out a certain book I was looking for, and I fucked her with my fingers right there in the stacks.

Was that what Mom wanted — to be taken by a strong, assertive lover? And was it possible that such a lover could be a woman?

More to the point: could I be that woman?

“Good girl,” I told my mother, giving her the response she would crave if she was truly submissive. She just smiled.

I selected a plaid skirt and a white blouse that I knew would be too tight for Mom, and brought them over to her.

“You want me to dress like a schoolgirl?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.

“You’re my Barbie mom, and you’ll wear whatever I tell you to,” I replied, though in a joking fashion, “Is that clear?”

“Fine!” she replied dramatically, taking the blouse. I could tell she was secretly excited at this sudden new direction our relationship was taking. She was enjoying the attention, but also the idea of her daughter taking charge.

I called her bluff. “Don’t ‘fine’ me. You like being my Barbie mom, don’t you?”

She laughed as she shrugged the blouse on, “You caught me.” We were both behaving in a playful way, like this was a big joke, but something about the moment felt very real. For the first time, it seemed like my sex fantasy of Mom was within my grasp.

“On that note,” I said, picking up my phone. “Let’s see what Barbie’s mom’s name really is.”

Mom was struggling to button the blouse. She pointed out the obvious, “This top is pretty tight.”

“Just button it up,” I said, as I googled barbie’s mom.

“So bossy,” she said, but did as she was told.

After a few more seconds I burst out laughing. “I don’t believe it!”

“What?” she asked, suddenly self-conscious.

“You really are my Barbie mom,” I said, noticing that her nipples were clearly outlined through the tight white blouse.

“What do you mean?” she asked, finishing the last button.

“Barbie’s mom’s name is Margaret,” I said. It was also my mother’s name.

“No way!” she exclaimed.

“See for yourself,” I said, handing her my phone.

“Well, I’ll be,” she said, standing before me in a too-tight blouse, a thong, and a garter belt with stockings. She looked absolutely scrumptious.

“Your tits really are a lot bigger than mine,” I said, openly staring at her upper half.

“Breasts,” she corrected.

“I like the word tits,” I said, feeling especially bold, “I also like the word pussy, and although many people are offended by it, my favorite word is cunt.”

“Hannah!” Mom gasped. Funny; this seemed to shock her more than all the other revelations of the day.

“Mother!” I fired back, then soldiered on, “When you and Dad fucked, what did you say — ‘Please push your willy in and out of my hoo-hah’?”

“Hannah, sweetheart — that’s too much,” Mom protested.

“No, you didn’t — you asked him to fuck your cunt,” I said, then added, “The wall between our bedrooms is pretty thin, Mom.”

“Oh my God!” Mom said, shocked by the realization that I’d heard her and Dad having sex.

“That’s usually what you said when you faked your orgasms, wasn’t it?” I asked.

“Hannah, stop,” she said, then shook her head. “I can’t believe you heard us.” Her cheeks were ruby red.

I shrugged, “Parents fuck. I get it. I mean, I was born and all. Plus, you were pretty loud.”

“I’m not sure I like this enlightened version of you,” Mom said, her cheeks still flushed.

“You will,” I told her.

On to Part Two!

By Haley Statton

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

{ This story was originally posted at Nifty in January 2004 }

Lisa sat quietly next to her mom as she thumbed through a magazine. The teen was a little nervous, never having been to a gynecologist before.

“You okay, honey?” Kate, her mother, asked placing a hand on her knee.

“I’m fine, Mom,” she replied, looking up from her reading.

Kate could see the concern on her daughter’s face. “Everything will be fine, sweetie. Dr. Mitchell is really great.”

Lisa managed a smile and nodded, glad her mother was with her. The two had always shared a strong relationship. She admired and envied her mom’s beauty and the certain confidence she exuded. Her mom would tell her how attractive she was, but the teen always felt self-conscious about her looks. In reality, she was growing into a beautiful woman. A fresh-faced girl of sixteen, she was now 5’5″ and had a sweet, slender figure.

Within a few minutes, the door across the sunlit office opened and a nurse in scrubs stepped out with a medical chart in her hand. “Lisa?” she called.

Lisa and her mother rose and followed her into the hall, passing open exam rooms. The nurse stopped before the last door and motioned them in.

“Go ahead and undress,” she said, handing Lisa a gown. “Then put this on, okay?”

“Okay,” Lisa said softly.

“The doctor will be in just a moment,” she finished with a smile and closed the door behind her.

Kate sat down on a chair as Lisa slipped her shoes from her feet. She had worn a pair of jeans and a tank top, which she tried to remove as quickly as she could. As the jeans fell to the floor, she stood in front of her mom in panties and her top. She felt a bit uncomfortable, but her mom just smiled sweetly.

Kate was always amazed to see what a gorgeous woman Lisa was becoming. The sight of her daughter’s beauty made her feel strangely light-headed.

“You’re really getting a great figure, honey,” she remarked.

“Yeah, right,” Lisa shot back. “I look like a boy,” indicating her small breasts.

“Oh… you do not,” her mother reassured.

“My body just looks… awkward,” Lisa sighed, gazing down at herself.

“It really doesn’t,” Kate protested. “You truly are beautiful, sweetie.”

It was nice to hear, but Lisa shrugged off her mom’s comments. Turning away, she slid her cotton panties off and wrapped the gown around her. Kate rose and stepped behind the girl. Brushing her shoulder length, blonde hair aside, Kate adeptly tied the thin straps of cloth at Lisa’s neck and then at her back. The flimsy gown draped off of the thin youth, barely covering her petite bottom.

Both women waited only a few moments more before the door opened and a young woman wearing a lab coat stepped in. Dr. Mitchell was about the same age as her mother, with brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and glasses.

“Hi, Dr. Mitchell,” Kate stated, rising from her seat to shake hands.

“Hello Kate,” she greeted, smiling. “And Lisa, it’s nice to meet you,” extending her hand to the girl. Lisa responded accordingly.

After the introduction, the doctor glanced briefly at the chart and set it on the counter.

“Lisa, I know this is your first visit, so I want to make you as comfortable as possible, okay?” Lisa smiled and nodded as Dr. Mitchell continued. “Kate, if it’s alright with you, I’d like to speak with Lisa alone for her first visit.”

“Oh sure,” Kate replied, bending down to get her purse. “See you later, honey,” she said, exiting the room.

Dr. Mitchell moved a stool over next to Lisa and raised it so both would be at the same level. “So… how are you feeling?” the young doctor asked. “Have you been stressed out a lot?”

The teen was silent for a minute. “Maybe a little.”

“What stresses you out? Friends, classes, boys?”

“Sometimes friends, I guess.” Lisa hadn’t really thought about it reflectively before.

“What stresses you out about your friends?”

“Well, it seems like they’re always talking about guys and sex. A lot of them have started to act differently. I kind of feel like I’m not relating to them.”

Carol nodded in understanding. “Do you ever talk to your mom about it?”

“Yeah, she’s the only person I really can talk to about a lot of personal things. She said she went through the same stuff too. She’s really cool,” Lisa smiled, “No matter how I’m feeling about myself, she always tells me how beautiful she thinks I am.”

“That’s great,” Carol replied. “It sounds like you two get along really well. It’s good that you have someone like her.”

“Yeah,” Lisa smiled.

“So… have you ever had a pelvic exam before?” Carol asked. Lisa shook her head. “It’s a pretty quick procedure. You’re going to put your feet up here in these stirrups and I’m going to feel inside you with my fingers.” Lisa laid back against the table. “Oh, and you should feel free to ask me anything. Everything we talk about stays in this room.” Carol placed Lisa’s feet up into the metal stirrups above the table. She folded back the flap of gown covering her and exposed the girl’s vulva, then placed her hands on Lisa’s thighs.

“It’s okay, Lisa,” she murmured stroking the girl’s legs, “You don’t have to worry, there’s nothing to be frightened of. Just try to relax. If you’re relaxed, it will go much easier.”

Lisa took a deep breath. She did like Carol and wanted to feel comfortable with her.

Carol placed some KY jelly on her fingers, rubbing them together to warm them. She placed her hands along Lisa’s inner thigh and allowed her thumb to rest on the teen’s genitals. Her finger began to run lightly up and down along the barely emerging pink, inner labia. Surprisingly, Lisa noticed that Carol’s touch was not unpleasant at all. In fact, the woman’s fingers felt kind of nice.

Slowly, Carol’s fingers slid inside the young girl’s vagina. Lisa could feel her pressing around inside her body. “So, Lisa… do you masturbate?” the doctor asked.

Lisa was a little embarrassed to say, “Yeah, sometimes.”

“That’s good. So you know where your clitoris is, then?” she replied, feeling under the girl’s clitoral hood with her thumb, pressing gently.

“Uh huh,” she mumbled affirmatively. Lisa had her eyes closed and was taking deep breaths to relax. As the doctor felt her, she began to feel light-headed. Carol’s fingers on her clit were making her tingle deliciously.

“So… do orgasms always, um, come from the clitoris?” Lisa quietly asked.

“Some women can also receive a good deal of stimulation from direct vaginal contact too,” Carol replied. She placed her thumb in Lisa’s vagina, then slipped her forefinger down to her anus. “This may feel a little strange, but it will only be a second.” Carol slipped her finger past the tight rim of her anus and pressed in for a moment. Lisa took a sharp breath. She’d never had anything inside her behind and the sensation caught her off guard.

The young doctor heard the girl’s reaction. She carefully started to retract her finger. “Does that hurt a little bit?”

“It’s okay, I was just surprised,” Lisa laughed a little at herself. The doctor pressed in briefly again and Lisa’s eyes widened. She had never felt such a crazy sensation before… but something about it felt REALLY good. She didn’t know what to make of it. Surprising herself, she said, “I’ve heard that some women enjoy anal sex… but then some of my friends say that it’s gross.”

Carol withdrew her finger. “Yes, some women do like it. The anus is a very sensitive area, and some women find either oral or digital stimulation to be extremely pleasurable,” the doctor smiled as she removed her gloves and throwing them away.

“Oral? You mean licking?” Lisa tried not to appear shocked by the idea.

“Oh, yes. Some women like that as foreplay before sex or before anal penetration. It’s always important to relax when experimenting with your anus. You can try sometime when you are masturbating to see if you like it.”

“You mean… put a finger inside?”

“Sometimes it feels good to just run a lubricated finger around the rim. If you like it, you can try inserting your finger also.”

“I hope you don’t think this is weird of me asking, but do you like that?” Lisa wasn’t sure if it was inappropriate of her to ask such a question.

Carol turned from the counter and smiled at the teen, “No, I don’t think it’s weird,” she replied and laughed a little before answering. “I actually do like it quite a bit.”

“Have you had anal sex before?” Lisa asked.

“I’m actually a lesbian,” Carol replied. “So I’ve never done it with a man, but I have had anal sex from another woman.”

“Oh,” Lisa was taken aback. “I wouldn’t have thought,” she stammered. “I mean you’re so pretty–” She stopped, her face red. “I’m sorry, that was stupid.”

Carol laughed. “It’s okay Lisa, I don’t normally tell that to my patients. And thank you,” responding to the compliment. “You’re very pretty too.”

A silence filled the room for a few moments. The doctor sat back down in front of Lisa.

“I don’t usually feel pretty,” she finally answered back.

Carol smiled. “I was very much like you when I was your age. It may not mean much to you now, but in time you’ll start to see how others find you attractive too… and that will make you feel like maybe you’ve been a little hard on yourself.”

Carol reached out and lowered the teen’s legs from the stirrups. Her hands remained on the tops of her thighs as they rested against the table again. She stroked the girl’s soft skin. Lisa’s heart began to beat faster. Carol’s hands felt so good…

“We’re all done,” Carol grinned as Lisa looked up at her. “Just as I suspected, you look just fine.”

“Thanks, Carol.” Lisa smiled back and raised herself up to a sitting position. She felt at ease with the doctor now.

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Lisa,” Carol stated, lifting her hands from the girl’s legs and rising to her feet. Lisa found herself transfixed by the older woman’s gaze. They stood silently for a moment, then embraced one another.

“You too,” Lisa whispered, her cheek against the doctor’s shoulder.

They broke their hug and stood awkwardly for another few seconds. “Okay, Lisa,” Carol said softly. “Feel free to call me if you have any questions, okay?” She gave Lisa a smile that made her feel lightheaded. “In fact, you can call me just to chat. I’d enjoy that.”

Lisa felt awkward all of a sudden and didn’t know what to do with her hands. “Okay,” she murmured, smiling shyly.

Carol patted her arm, picked up her chart and left the room. Lisa removed the gown and dressed in a bit of a daze. Once outside, she found her mother waiting in the main office.

“Well?” she asked, “Was everything all right? Did you like Dr. Mitchell?”

“Yeah, she’s really cool. I liked her a lot.”

“Good,” Kate responded, placing an arm around Lisa’s shoulders as they left the office.

Their car pulled up in the driveway. The two got out and ventured inside. Although it was only about 5 in the evening, the winter season meant it was nearly dark outside. Both women strolled up to their rooms and kicked off their shoes.

“I’m going to take a bath, honey,” Kate called from across the hall.

“Okay,” she called back.

“Do you want me to leave the water in the tub for you when I’m done?”

Lisa thought for a moment. “Sure.”

She thought about the visit with Carol. She was still thinking about her physician saying she was a lesbian. It was strange because if she’d known that before she went in, it probably would’ve made her uncomfortable… but somehow with the warmth she felt from Carol, she felt differently. She thought about what they’d talked about too… and how nice Carol’s touch had been… and how nice her eyes were.

Before long, she could hear her mom moving about in the bathroom. A few minutes later the door opened. Kate appeared at her daughter’s bedroom door.

“It’s all yours, honey,” she said, standing in her pale pastel robe.

Okay.” Lisa rose from her bed and walked into the bathroom, closed the door and undressed. Her mom had left a couple of lit candles next to the bathtub. Stepping into the warm water, Lisa sighed and lowered herself. It felt wonderful.

She washed herself all over with her mom’s scented soap. After rinsing, she sat back and relaxed for a moment… then slowly began to touch and caress her pussy. Lisa only masturbated occasionally, but all the talk about sex had left her feeling very aroused.

She ran her fingers across her labia, savoring the ripples of pleasure that flowed through her body. Sighing happily, she let her mind wander as she fondled herself.

Suddenly an image flashed into her mind: she was once again in Carol’s office, naked on the examining table, and a gently smiling Carol was touching her, fingers brushing her pussy, just the way Lisa liked to touch herself…

Shocked, Lisa quickly sat up in the tub, her eyes wide, startled at the turn her mind had unexpectedly taken. She had never fantasized about being touched by another woman before. The very idea seemed totally weird, yet… kind of interesting, too.

Slowly she lay back again, her hand drifting between her thighs once more. It’s just a harmless fantasy, she thought. What could it hurt to imagine…? She closed her eyes.

She pictured Carol, dressed as she had been earlier, standing next to the tub, gazing down at her, smiling, studying her body in the water. Then Carol removed her lab coat, dropping it to the floor, and reached for the top button of her shirt.

Lisa sighed pleasurably as she imagined Carol slowly undressing, eyes never leaving hers, pulling off her top and casting it aside. She wore no bra. Lisa felt herself growing more and more excited as she visualized the doctor’s bare breasts, heart pounding as the fantasy drew her in. She pictured Carol undoing the drawstring on her lab pants, tugging them and her panties to her feet and stepping out of them, then standing still for a moment, displaying her naked body to Lisa.

Lisa was fingering her pussy now, imagining Carol slowly climbing into the tub with her. She moaned softly, caressing her own breasts, pretending it was the beautiful young doctor who was touching her so intimately. Carol’s fingers were busy between Lisa’s legs as the young girl’s excitement grew.

Remembering what Carol had said about her anus, Lisa slid her other hand between her legs to her ass crack, lightly grazing the rim of her hole. She gasped as she slowly pushed her finger deep into her ass, imagining Carol doing it. The sensation was utterly incredible. Oh, God, she was so close… Lisa clearly saw the look of desire on Carol’s face as the older woman slowly leaned forward to kiss her, lips parting, eyes glazed…

That did it. Lisa shuddered violently as she exploded in the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. Her breath hissed through her gritted teeth as her busy fingers probed her openings, driving herself to peaks of pleasure she had never scaled. Finally she lay quietly, her body tingling sweetly from head to toe.

A moment later she sat up, hugging her knees to her chest, lost in thought. She had just masturbated, becoming more turned on than she could ever remember, while fantasizing about another woman!

Lisa was surprised… yet at the same time it explained so much. Why she had never been interested in boys like her friends were. Why she never had sexy fantasies about guys. She had always just assumed that she was simply not ready to think about that kind of thing… but now Lisa realized that she might actually like girls more.

Wow… I’m a lesbian? Bisexual, at least, she thought. Strangely enough, the notion didn’t even bother her. It just seems so… right, she told herself. So now what?

On to Part Two!

By Jan Vincent

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

{ This story was originally posted at Nifty in July 2011 }

1. Calliope

Apollo’s carriage had passed countless times from east to west, and my sisters and I were still on this deserted island, being punished by our hateful father Zeus. I had begged for mercy, to no avail. “It is my fault,” I cried. “I am the oldest of the Muses. I, Calliope, am responsible for my sisters’ misdeeds and no one else. Please, dear father, forgive us, because we have sinned against you.” Despite my sincerity, our father didn’t heed my plaints, my contrition, my pain.

We tried to conjure the help of Ares, as he was a mighty warrior, whose knowledge of the martial skills could deliver us from our undeserved prison. He didn’t heed us, though. He did not wish to enrage Zeus for a mere nine women who had disobeyed the Father of the Gods.

Hera would not help us either, as she had never looked upon us with a benevolent eye. Hera was indeed an irascible, jealous spouse. Hera had never forgiven her brother and husband to have slept with our mother Mnemosyne nine times. And nine times she gave forth a female child, one more beautiful than the other, with strands of gold covering her heads and clear eyes. Nine Muses to spur the mortals on to spawning poetry, songs and tragedies. Nine muses so the gods would seek laughter and knowledge of their dwellings in the sky. Nine muses to engrave humankind’s actions onto stone or papyrus, so that no one would forget past crimes or heroic deeds.

Our mother Mnemosyne was now a frail old woman who had never dared to question our father’s tyranny. Even the mortals were afraid of Zeus, building temples to appease him, while us Muses, the inspiration of gods and mortals alike, were forgotten and forsaken on this wretched island.

With nostalgia I remembered the days when my sisters Euterpe, Erato and Terpsichore sang Sappho’s poems, exulting the beauty of women, the love of women, the longing of women. They sang it not as seriously as the poems of the Great Poetess demanded. They sometimes mocked Sappho’s passion by declaring each other’s devotion to Aeolus, while the windy god blew them away with false promises of endless love. They were young and knew no better, I must add in their defense. In any case, youth should be careless and free, filled with joy and laughter, and indeed my sisters and I were all that and much more.

The island where the Minotaur had lived, before being slain by Theseus, was now ours alone. We still could see the labyrinth where the monster had dwelled and fed on young women to curb his appetite and spare the life of the island’s inhabitants. Since the Minotaur was no more, all the islanders had mysteriously disappeared as if that very place had been cursed by the gods. Too many crimes had been committed to placate the monster. Too many crimes had been carried out to justify the unjustifiable.

Nowadays only wild goats and boars could be seen wandering across the green pastures. Sheep, horses and donkeys seemed to have disappeared along with their wicked masters. Struck by hunger, Erato succeeded in improvising a bow, her green eyes filled with pure pride, showing us what she had done with a piece of wood and a string of her lyre. Many attempts after, she shot her first wild goat, making us jump for joy. We would starve no more. Even we Muses had to eat, or we would suffer the eternal ache of an empty stomach. I was sure that Zeus had planned it that way, to castigate us with starvation. We would not die of it, oh no. We were as immortal as he was. His goal was to make us suffer and endure a thousand deaths, crippling us, punishing us relentlessly till the end of days.

Indeed, our first days on the island were not simple. Melpomene would harangue us, reminding us that the life-paths of the gods were often tragic. She filled us with fear of what the future might have in store for us. It soon became obvious that to remain warm and well nourished was no simple task for nine young women used to the instant gratification of their needs when they lived under the roof of the Palace of the Gods. On this island we lacked Bacchus, who would bring us delicious wine; Artemis, who would offer us the bounty of her effortless hunting; the naiads, who would bathe us; the dryads, who would supply us with abundant firewood for the winter; and the other nymphs, our lovers and companions.

There was a time when we thought our situation was desperate. We all wished to be mortals, so we could find peace and cross the river Styx and meet the infernal Hades. But none of that came to pass.

Little by little our simple existence improved, our skills became sharper, our eyes quicker, our muscles stronger. We became fearless hunters, able to wield the swords and shoot the bows as any mortal man or hero. We learned how to weave our own chitons, himations and mantles. We learned how to bathe ourselves in the running streams. We now knew how Hephaestus produced fire — a lesson, taught by the dryads, which Clio had recorded in her scrolls.

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2. Clio

My scrolls… I am unable to remember how many times my sisters had poked fun at me every time I registered an adventure experienced, a lesson learned, a song sung.

“You should live,” said Thalia, “not write your life away.”

“It’s my life,” I replied, “and I will do as I please.”

“Come and dance with us, Clio,” said Terpsichore, while she waved her body in an erotic dance with her favorite nymph.

And I would steadfastly reply, “It’s my life, and I will do as I please.”

Now all my sisters, older and wiser, recognized the importance of my scrolls and exhorted me to continue my work. I noted down every change in our bodies and minds since we were expelled from Mount Olympus. I noted down when Thalia, our youngest sister, decided to walk and hunt naked. I noted down when Polyhymnia and Urania followed suit, saying that our chitons and himations were no longer needed.

“Wait till the winter,” I observed.

Euterpe turned to me and smiled. “Clio, you’re right, as always. But let them be. They are young and they will learn that for themselves.”

“Foolish they are, though,” I maintained. “Hunting naked… Such nonsense.”

“You utter those words, because you don’t know what love is.”

I looked at Erato, puzzled. “What do you mean? What love has to do with cavorting around naked?”

“Everything.” Erato kept grinning at me, as if she were mad.

“I still don’t understand.”

“That’s my point.”

“No, that’s not the point. Because I know what love is. I was in love once.”

“With whom?” asked my sister Melpomene with eager wide eyes.

“Ares,” I stated, blushing a little.

“Ares?” Melpomene said. “But he’s a man! How can you be in love with a man? Don’t you know that men only love young boys? And their toys?”

“Toys?” I was again mystified.

“Everything with pointed ends, like spears, penises and swords.”

“But you are a woman, and you do like fingers and the like.” Then I raised my hand, making my fingers move. “Don’t you see? Is that pointed enough?”

It was time for my sister Melpomene to gain color in her golden-tanned cheeks. “Yes, but that’s different.”

“How different?”

“Different. I like fingers and tongues, not penises and swords.”

Calliope, Erato and myself laughed at our sister’s remark. Melpomene could be amusing at times, in spite of her love for drama and tragedy.

***

3. Euterpe

If my sister Clio was in love with an unattainable man, I certainly wasn’t. Although I don’t necessarily agree with Melpomene, I can understand her dislike of men. She had never met a sympathetic one, whereas I had. Hercules had always been my hero. I admired his virility, his courage and his strength. But he was a mortal, and goddesses were not supposed to mate with mortals. Zeus, our so jealous father, had forbidden us to approach mortals for our sexual needs. But he was so handsome and I was so in love with him that I couldn’t resist. We made love… and Zeus punished not only me but all my sisters, sending us to this island, where no wretched soul lived.

My love for Hercules diminished in strength before long. I forget how many times Apollo’s carriage crossed the sky from east to west while I waited for him at the beach, staring at the sea, my eyes oblivious to the waves and the sea birds that hovered above. Eventually I realized Hercules was not coming; I would not be rescued from my fate. I cried and cried and cried. My only solace were my sisters, who had never blamed me for our shared fate. Their love for me had always amazed me. It was pure, true and simple.

From time to time I would return to the beach with Erato and Terpsichore, my favorite sisters. We all loved music and poetry, so we would sit on the soft sand, and sang and played together. Despite Clio’s cautionary words, we had joined our younger sisters in their decision to walk around unclothed through the island. I felt free, unencumbered, and sexually daring. It was only a shame there was no one to share my sexual desire with. Or was there?

Unconsciously I had noticed how my sisters looked increasingly attractive with their tanned, vigorous yet feminine bodies. It was impossible not to, for they had forsaken their chitons for now. However, we had never considered anything sexual between us. It was normal enough for brothers and sisters to get married in the Palace of the Gods: Zeus and Hera, for one. But sex between sisters was unheard of, I thought. Or was I wrong?

This preoccupation made me seek Clio’s advice. Probably she could find an example of such love in her scrolls. On the other hand, Clio was known to be as prude as our mother’s archrival Hera… What to do? I wondered. Would she be horrified with me? Would she blame me for our fate this time, for being a wanton woman, who was unable to control her sexual hunger? Even if that meant to seek love with my own flesh and blood?

After a long while, for my body and soul ached so, I decided to unbosom myself to my wisest sister: Calliope. Grabbing her hand I made her come with me to the very beach where I had waited for Hercules senselessly.

Unlike our younger sisters and myself, Calliope was fully dressed with a clasp-fastened chiton, her long braided blond hair atop her head. Her serene face was intrigued, her lips set in an undefined smile.

“So, dear Euterpe,” she said, as she sat on the sand, “tell me what is on your mind.”

“I don’t know how to start.”

“Is this still about Hercules not coming?”

“No.” I shook my head. “Hercules is not coming. I know that now.”

Calliope crooked her head, widening her smile, more intrigued than ever. “So, what’s the problem then?”

“I was wondering if… Our father has punished us because I had sex with a mortal… But… he never… said anything about having sex with other gods.”

“No, he hasn’t,” she confirmed.

“Then…” I catch my breath, unable to go on.

“Then?” she said, arching up her eyebrows.

“What if I had sex with Erato… or Terpsichore? Would that be wrong? Would I be punished for this?”

As soon as I said these words, I panicked. Calliope’s smile was gone. She seemed terribly surprised. Minutes elapsed before she asked, “You want to have sex with Erato and Terpsichore?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Have you talked to them about it?”

“No, I wanted to know what you thought of it.”

“But I am not Erato, or Terpsichore. You have to talk to them. Not me. I am not Mnemosyne or Zeus to tell you what to do. I am just your eldest sister.”

“But what do you think about it? Suppose that Clio comes to you and asks you if you would make love to her. Would you do it?”

“I don’t know,” she said, shaking her head gravely. “Everything we do with our lives is never black or white. It depends on the circumstances. Every word, every sigh, every glance, every look, every word, every body motion has a meaning. If it all falls into place, then that’s right. If not, then that’s wrong. So simple is that.”

***

4. Melpomene

When I heard it I could not believe my ears. Euterpe wanted to have sex with Erato and Terpsichore! Astonishment filled my soul and my body. With a galloping heart I ran and looked for them. I had to tell them the news. I hated for them to know it from my mouth, but I was unable to resist the sweet temptation to tell them what consumed Euterpe. Euterpe, the one who said she would never lie with a woman… Euterpe, Hercules’ lover, the one to blame for our friendless, hopeless fate, wanted to have sex with Erato and Terpsichore!

At long last I found them on Euterpe’s beach, collecting shells and singing their songs of love and discovery.

“Melpomene!” they cried in unison, surprised by my apparent distress.

“Erato,” I puffed. “Terpsichore… You must know this…” And I told them what I witnessed, word by word, sigh by sigh.

Terpsichore’s eyes, as blue as the sky overhead, darkened for a moment into a greenish hue. Her delicate mouth opened, skeptic, nervous. “Melpomene, I know your love for scandal… I know this, for I had witnessed it so many times when we lived our eventless, dull lives on Mount Olympus. But what you’re saying is plainly ridiculous.”

“Believe me, it’s true. I heard it with my own ears.”

“Melpomene, I didn’t know you were partial to eavesdropping.”

I looked at my sister Erato and felt intense heat on my cheeks. She was not chastising me. She was smiling at me, with a teasingly slanted mouth. I had been caught, and she was making sure I was aware of that. Erato took a deep breath, looked back at the sea, and sighed.

Terpsichore’s hand slid on the naked shoulder of Erato. “Why did you sigh, sister?”

Erato bade her time before she was able to face us both. “I must say that Melpomene is right.”

“How so?” Terpsichore said, removing her hand from Erato’s shoulder at once.

“Didn’t you see her eyes when we danced with her? Didn’t you notice her eyes lingering on our breasts, our hips, our thighs? I knew her hunger. She is starving… starving for affection, because she is wounded… inside.”

“Why?”

“Unrequited love. The kind of love that hurts most.”

***

5. Terpsichore

We left the beach and made our way back to the camp at a brisk pace. I was worried about my dear sister Erato, experiencing a confusing mix of jealousy and powerlessness. Erato and I had always been the closest of friends, but for the first time she had kept hidden the fact that she knew someone else yearned for her. I felt betrayed, deeply betrayed. At the Palace of the Gods there was no lover, no whisper we didn’t share. But now… could I trust her still? Could I?

I felt a hand holding my hand, slim fingers intertwining mine. “Terpsichore?”

“Yes?” said I, raising my head and facing my beloved sister Erato.

“Don’t be sad. It’ll be all right. Euterpe just needs a little loving, and then everything will turn out fine.”

Despite myself I smiled at her and gave her cheek a kiss, pressing my palm against hers.

“Come,” she said, springing forward, “let’s run.”

Melpomene, Erato and I tore up the hill, where our camp was situated, giggling and screaming and daring each other. That was the reason why I loved Erato so. After all, she sang of love, and nothing else but love, I reminded myself, as my heart hammered in my chest, leaving me dizzy and slightly distressed.

All of our sisters were back at the camp, a rare event at this Apollo’s carriage height, as it was too soon for our evening meal. Euterpe was the last one to face us, and then, to my great shock, I saw her eyes, sparkling with tears. I thought Apollo was playing tricks on my eyes, but eventually I had to give in and accept our fate, whatever that may be.

Erato knelt before Euterpe and hugged her lovingly. “Shh, sister. We’ll take care of you. We will love you and protect you, until you feel no pain, just joy in your heart.”

Euterpe embraced her, sobbing for the longest time. Speechless, we remained seated in a half circle, watching Apollo’s carriage approaching the sea’s divide, setting off their embracing silhouettes. Sometimes I felt I could not breathe, as I watched Euterpe sleeping quietly in our sister’s lap. The pain was gone for precious moments, too precious to be told.

***

6. Erato

Tonight Euterpe and I made love for the first time. She kept her eyes shut, as if she didn’t want to let go of her pain. I kissed her disrobed body, which smelled and tasted like the sea we knew so well. My tongue found the smallest crevices, my hands searched for her nipples, my fingers for her gaping pleasure. Her wetness convinced me I was healing her, until her sobbing stopped. Silent she remained as I caressed her and cradled her in my arms, as if she had become more than a sister: a baby, my baby, my lover.

When Apollo’s carriage appeared in the east, I awoke, sensing her hands on my breasts, her head on my shoulder, her thigh between mine. I could feel her sex still moist, another proof that the healing had started.

When Euterpe woke I had her meal ready, which she accepted with a content smile. We didn’t talk, because no words were needed; it seemed as though my presence was enough to calm her down, to appease her still aching heart. Hand in hand we left the camp after seeing to our daily duties. I knew where she wanted to go, so I led her to her preferred beach. We hugged, feeling each other’s naked bodies, engulfed in each other’s hair, light as Apollo’s carriage and soft as sheep’s wool.

She kissed me with passion, her hands feeling my breasts with unmatched eagerness. Again I sensed her hunger as she wetted my breasts and my belly with her skilled tongue. She knelt on the sand, pressing me hard against her mouth so that her relentless tongue was able to invade me, rape me, and bring me to ecstasy.

I screamed my pleasure out, like a mad woman, a free spirit, naked to her appetite. I let myself fall to the sand and heaved a deep sigh. I looked at her lovely, pretty face, full of longing, longing for me, her sister, her lover. We held each other again until we rolled on the humid sand and a wave washed over us. She laughed, but didn’t let go of me, kissing me instead, her tongue searching mine in a game of hide and seek. I made love to her again and again, until her pain was gone, until she screamed my name with bliss in her eyes, her pleasure oozing in my fingers.

“Erato.”

“Euterpe.”

“Let’s stay like this forever.”

“Yes, let’s stay,” I agreed, burying my fingers deep in her, feeling her pulsating womb, until her body arched up again, her eyes went shut, and her mouth gaped to scream.

When she came down from Aphrodite’s embrace, she brought me to her arms and said, “I know what love is now.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

I kissed her and smiled, wondering whether she really did know what love was. Whether I did.

***

7. Polyhymnia

“Euterpe’s and Erato’s union is unholy.”

“Why do you say that, Polyhymnia?”

I observed my sister Calliope and asked myself whether she had gone mad. “Isn’t that obvious?”

This time she really looked at me, actually seeing what I meant. “You’re too young to understand it.”

“I am not too young. I am older than any mortal who has ever walked on Terra, and you say that I am young.”

“For a goddess you are young. You’re not a mortal, so don’t behave like one.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Mortals are quick to judge and quick to punish. They seldom think, so busy are they with their own lives.”

“Zeus is a god and he has punished us… on account of Euterpe’s disobedience.”

“Our father is a god who has bedded many mortals… Only Zeus knows how many diseases he caught, but I think the deadliest of them all was fear itself.”

“Fear?”

“Yes, fear. Fear of the unknown. And apparently he passed it on to you.”

“That is not true!” I protested, leaping to my feet. I ran, being overcome by intense anger. Calliope was not being fair. I was not as childish as she claimed. I hated her for it, and for having defended Euterpe and Erato. And I was not afraid. And I was not as Zeus, our merciless father… although I had been his favorite Muse.

“Polyhymnia!” I heard someone call. I came to a halt and searched for a face. I saw Urania and Thalia waving at me. They beckoned me to come closer and keep my silence.

“What?” I whispered, hunkering down where they knelt.

“Look,” said Urania, giggling.

I craned my neck and what I saw left me breathless. Erato and Euterpe were making love in a close-by field, where goats used to come and eat the tall green grass. I heard Euterpe moan Erato’s name, murmuring her love for our sister, the one who sang songs so the mortals could fall in love.

“They really are lovely together,” Thalia sighed.

“Yes, by the gods, they are, indeed,” said Urania with visible longing in her eyes. “They are two Virgos in one. I wished I were one of them, and feel what they feel for each other.”

“Do you wish that?” Thalia looked serious for once.

“Indeed. With all my heart. I think to be in love is the best thing a Muse can hope for, long for, pine for.”

“Even if that hurts you no end?” I said, a trifle disgusted with their desire.

“Yes,” Urania said. “If your heart doesn’t hurt, then your love is not pure enough. That is written in the sky. Look at the stars and you will see it.”

“I don’t understand,” I said, shaking my head.

Suddenly we fell silent. Erato’s beautiful face was drawn tight, as if in pain, as if in intense agony… But I knew better; she was in the arms of Aphrodite, feeling the goddess’ embrace. She exhaled deeply, then opened her shining, loving eyes, sitting up and covering Euterpe with gentle kisses.

Urania’s face, so similar to mine, turned to me and smiled graciously. She said, “Don’t worry, sister. One day you will.”

***

8. Urania

Seeing Euterpe’s and Erato’s love for each other made me want the same. I wavered a long time before I had the courage, the nerve to go and tell them what I felt. I wanted them to teach me what they had learned with each other. It was true we had already been loved by the nymphs, but somehow I felt that the love of a Muse for another would be unlike any other love we had experienced.

Maybe because we had known each other since we were born… Maybe because we trusted each other with our lives… All I knew was that I did not know, nor did I comprehend this longing.

I looked for answers in the sky, but the stars and the planets remained silent. I knew Zeus had a hand in it. Even Ares, Aphrodite, and Hermes, so close to Apollo’s carriage, did not answer me. I cursed my hideous father. I cursed him with all my strength.

One day I saw Euterpe and Erato walking hand in hand through the fields, their naked bodies merging into one in a long embrace. Their long, resplendent hair becoming one as they kissed and felt each other’s breasts, while sighing against each other’s mouths. My whole body tingled, experiencing exquisite giddiness. I could no longer resist, and so I darted across the field and joined them, breathless.

“Urania!” They watched me as I closed in, my hands shaking, my legs weak.

“Sisters, forgive me. I love you both… so much. I want to learn. I want to feel the same.”

“Is that all, sister?” Erato asked with a mischievous smile.

“Yes! I swear!”

“Then come with us. We’ll teach you.”

***

9. Thalia

“Avenged!” I cried. “We are avenged!”

“Avenged?” Clio asked, holding her scroll, where she set down our sisters’ lovemaking, describing in detail all the tongue-flicks and moans they were experiencing at each other’s hands.

“Don’t you see, Clio? We are happy now! Even on this god-forsaken island. We have each other, and Zeus’ punishment is actually a blessing.”

I shut my eyes, feeling another powerful wave of pleasure rushing over me. I gave an intense kiss to Urania’s mouth. Urania, my dearest sister, my so beautiful lover, who kept her very deft, very wet hand inside me.

And at that very moment, Zeus saw how wrong he had been. We had been stronger than his punishment, and our triumph over tyranny was as clear as the Greek sky.

He freed us from our destiny, allowing our return to Mount Olympus. We resumed our duties, and to this day we keep mortals and gods inspired till the end of all things.

This is our story. The Muses have spoken.

The End

Author Unknown

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

***

Lori was watching television, taking a break from her housework. Her favorite program was on, a very steamy teen drama set in a small town high school.

The young mother squirmed and pressed her thighs together, sending a delicious glow through her damp pussy. A shudder ran through her body, causing her large, perfectly shaped breasts to rub deliciously against her thin shirt. Her nipples, already erect, burned with sudden desire.

She closed her eyes, letting her head fall back as the need in her grew to a fever pitch. She wanted to masturbate, but ruled it out. After all, her daughter Cindy was just outside and should be coming in any second for lunch.

She sighed, thinking back to one of her most memorable sexual experiences, one that happened when she was still in seventh grade. She had been fingering herself in a stall in the girl’s room when Sheri Loomis, a cute redhead in her class, quickly slid under the door of the stall she was seated in. Lori could only stare in horror at having been caught, but her fear turned to excitement when Sheri hoisted up her own skirt, slipped a hand into her panties, and began to masturbate, gazing into Lori’s eyes with a playful smile on her lips.

Within five minutes they were fingering each other and kissing deeply. Lori could still vividly remember the sensation of coming from Sheri’s touch. They were lovers for the next year or so, getting together whenever they were able to. God, the pleasures they had enjoyed back then…

Lori enjoyed men, too, but had always preferred women ever since that first time with Sheri. Actually, what she really preferred was girls. Something about teenage baby dykes drove her insane with lust. And lately, she had been finding herself indulging in lustful thoughts when she saw even younger girls, as young as twelve or thirteen.

It was too bad, really, there was no way to satisfy her forbidden desires, but at least she could fantasize. Except for that one fantasy so taboo, so frightening that she couldn’t even let herself think about it…

The back door slamming shook Lori from her reverie. Without noticing, she was teasing her nipple, her other hand knotted up against her lower belly, feeling the tingling nearness of her release. She was very close to coming.

Flustered, she tried to settle down, but the sweet ache continued to mount between her thighs. Luckily, Cindy had only come in to use the bathroom. She waited until her daughter had left, then fingered herself to a shivering orgasm.

She had drifted off again and jolted back to reality when she realized that Cindy was in the room… and shifted her hand from her mound as subtly as she could.

Cindy was a darling young girl whose body had already begun to shed her baby fat. Lori marveled at how quickly her little girl was growing up, how beautiful she was becoming… how desirable…

Enough! she told herself, squeezing her thighs together as if trying to bottle up her libido. Jesus Christ, I just masturbated, and the sight of Cindy has me worked up and tingling all over again. 

Cindy was standing there, twisting nervously, one hand tugging at the bottom of her shirt. She was on the cusp of womanhood, the slight curve of her hips barely detectable through the cute emerald-green shorts she wore.

“Mom, I feel kinda weird.”

“What’s wrong, baby? What feels weird?”

“Up here.” Cindy’s big eyes looked helplessly at her mother as she tugged harder at her shirt, stretching the material to make the outline of her nipples show. She wore no bra, and her babyish breasts were capped with erect buds. “My, um, boobs have been feeling all tingly and warm for a couple of weeks, Mom.”

Lori’s heart throbbed as she stared at her daughter’s nipples, clearly visible through the thin fabric.

“And now I’m feeling it down here, too!” Cindy exclaimed, gesturing to her crotch. “I was riding my bike just now, and it felt all, all tickly. I thought I had to pee, but I went to the bathroom and nothing happened!”

Lori detected the frustration in her daughter’s plaintive voice, her excitement steadily growing. She knew what was bothering Cindy… and it was the same thing that was bothering her. Cindy was experiencing sexual arousal — for the first time, in her case — and she didn’t understand the changes taking place in her body. Probably the girl’s bicycle seat had chafed against the thin material of her shorts, stimulating her vagina.

Lori’s head spun as she idea of her daughter’s awakening sexuality burned in her brain. At that moment, the forbidden desires she had pushed away with increased vehemence over the last few weeks had her aching with a fierce need for the eleven-year-old girl standing before her.

Lori couldn’t ignore this craving anymore. She wanted her daughter. Wanted her naked body, her mouth. Her skin.

She knew full well that these feelings, this incestuous hunger, was wrong. But at the same time, she imagined how sweet Cindy’s introduction to love could be in the arms of her mother. The mother who adored her… who knew how to make her daughter feel special. How to make her feel loved. Surely it would be a better introduction to sex than being pawed by some dimwit teenage boy…

Her heart throbbing, Lori made a decision.

“Come here, Cindy,” she said softly, opening her arms.

Cindy moved into her mother’s embrace, standing between Lori’s spread knees. Lori gently stroked her daughter’s cheek. She let her hand drift slowly down Cindy’s neck, exploring the silky smooth skin of her child.

Cindy whimpered as Lori let her hand move down further, gently caressing her daughter’s upper chest. Cindy’s heart was pounding, and Lori could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest.

“Mom…?”

“Shhhhh… honey, I think I know what’s happening to you.”

Lori dropped her hand further, feeling the gentle inward slope of Cindy’s abdomen, but not quite touching the youngster’s budding nipples. Cindy squirmed as Lori cupped the girl’s tight little bottom, to steady her.

“Take your shirt off, baby.”

Cindy pulled the shirt up over her head. She was naked above her low-riding shorts, her pretty face hidden as she struggled with the inside-out shirt.

Lori’s pussy tingled as she saw Cindy’s swollen nipples jutting proudly from her otherwise flat chest. Impulsively, Lori leaned close and kissed one puffy little bud, eliciting a soft squeal from her child.

“Is that where it feels strange, honey?”

“Yes, Mom! There… and other places, too…”

Lori became even more excited as she watched her half-naked little girl, seeing Cindy’s nipples turn an even darker hue of pink.

Cindy was very confused by all these new feelings, but when her mother kissed her nipple, the strange but wonderful sensations intensified, making her shiver deliciously.

“God, that feels so weird!”

“It’s all right, darling. This is the start of some very new, wonderful feelings that your body is beginning to experience.”

“A-are you sure?”

“Yes, baby, I’m sure. Just relax. I’ll show you.”

Cindy sighed, some of the tension leaving her. Lori held her daughter by the waist, nuzzling her delicate neck. Cindy trembled and wrapped her arms around Lori, enjoying her mother’s loving attention.

Lori raised her face to smile at Cindy. “Take your shorts and panties off, honey.”

Cindy steadied herself, a hand on Lori’s shoulder, as she squirmed out of the tight shorts, then slid her pink underpants down her slender thighs. Cindy had no hair on her pretty little pussy, Lori noticed, and her head spun with an even greater desire for her daughter.

Cindy watched intently as her mother gently touched her, stroking her soft skin, making her practically vibrate with powerful new feelings.

Lori’s panties were soaked and her breasts felt heavy, full. Her nipples throbbed as they brushed against the silky material of her top. Overwhelmed with need, she stopped caressing her daughter long enough to remove her own shirt. She wore no bra, and Cindy openly stared at her mother’s bare breasts.

“Mommy… will my boobs ever get as big as yours?”

“Oh, yes, Cindy… In a few years, they’ll be every bit as big as mine,” Lori murmured softly, as she drew her daughter to her, hugging the young girl close.

Lori savored the heat of Cindy’s naked body against her bare skin, running a long fingernail down her daughter’s narrow back, eliciting a shudder that made Lori’s breasts quiver. She let her hand drift lower, cupping a small ass cheek. Cindy reflexively pushed her hips forward, moulding herself to her mother’s half-naked body.

Lori brought her other hand to Cindy’s stiff nipple, pinching it gently, playfully. In response, Cindy hesitantly took her mother’s erect nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezed it lightly, making Lori moan deep in her throat.

“Does that feel good, Mommy?”

“Ohhh… Cindy, baby,” Lori breathed, “yes, it does.”

Lori slipped a finger between Cindy’s succulent little ass cheeks, caressing the tight crack of her child’s bottom, feeling the heat rising there. Cindy shifted her stance, parting her legs slightly, and Lori slid her finger down further, following the sweet little crack until she felt the heat and, with a rising excitement, the dampness at Cindy’s bare slit.

Cindy trembled, thrusting reflexively against the exploring finger, at the same time pinching Lori’s hard nipple. Mother and daughter both cried out in sudden, unexpected pleasure.

Lori slipped to her knees before her daughter, settling her ass on her heels and kissing at Cindy’s soft tummy. The little girl was panting heavily now, and Lori had an uncontrollable desire to taste her pussy. And with the object of her deepest, darkest craving so near, nothing was going to stop her.

She held Cindy tightly, both hands fondling her daughter’s tight little ass as she dipped her head to lick at the girl’s sugary slit.

Cindy squealed, clutching at her mother’s head and thrusting her tingling pussy against her mother’s sucking mouth. Lori parted the tight lips of Cindy’s childish vagina, sliding her tongue deeper, probing… then withdrew to lick at her daughter’s labia, finding the tiny nubbin of her clitoris.

“OHH! Oh Mommymommymommymommy… mmmmmwhat’s happening to me?!”

“You’re going to come, angel… I’m going to make you come!” Lori gasped, in between licks of her daughter’s vagina.

“Oh! OH! Oh, Mommy!” sobbed Cindy. “I’m… I’m… I’M… I’M–”

Suddenly, Cindy’s body heaved and she started to cry wordlessly as her mother’s licking sent the little girl over the edge in her first orgasm. Low in her throat at first, then building until she was keening wordlessly as Lori licked and sucked at her pussy.

With each helpless thrust of Cindy’s hips and pulse of her girlish slit, Lori could taste more and more of her daughter’s delicious essence. Her own excitement was so intense that Lori began to come herself. She sobbed as the taste of her daughter’s pussy drove her climax to even greater heights, shaking and shivering with pleasure until she almost passed out.

“Ooooh, Mommy!” cooed Cindy softly, as she recovered, quivering slightly in her mother’s arms. “That was wonderful!”

“You liked it when I licked you like that, didn’t you, baby?”

“Yes, Mommy… yes, I did!”

Mother and daughter hugged tightly, luxuriating in the slippery feel of their bare skin sliding together. Lori’s lips and chin glistened, coated with Cindy’s sweetness. The young girl kissed her mother’s mouth, then licked her lips thoughtfully.

“Is that me? On your face, is that my… my, you know…?”

“Yes, sweetie, that’s the taste of your pussy on my lips. Do you like it? I know I do.”

“Oh, yes… I do like it, Mommy!”

“Want to taste some more?” Cindy nodded, her eyes wide. “Then kiss me again,” Lori breathed, closing her eyes.

Her head spun as she felt her daughter’s mouth shyly brush against hers. The sweet contact lingered for a few delicious seconds… then Lori allowed her tongue to tease Cindy’s lips, which parted slightly. Suddenly Cindy was purring with pleasure as her own mother was French kissing her, something she knew about, but had never experienced. Her own tongue flashed to life, almost before she was aware of it… and then mother and daughter were kissing like lovers.

After a long while, Cindy broke their kiss to softly ask, “Does your pussy taste like that, Mommy?”

“Yes, baby, it does,” Lori crooned.

“Mommy, I want to see you now. I want to see your pussy!”

“Oh, honey… I want you to see me, too. All of me.”

Lori rose to finish undressing, and Cindy stood and hugged her from behind. Lori felt her daughter’s arms reach around her to grasp her swaying breasts.

“Mmmmm, Mommy! I love your boobs. They’re so beautiful!”

Lori turned to face her daughter, bracing her hands on the counter. Cindy lowered her face and licked at one of Lori’s erect nipples, making her mother shiver with delight.

The room seemed suddenly warm, almost stifling as Lori stood, unresisting, while Cindy opened her mother’s shorts between loving licks at her nipples. When Cindy had Lori’s shorts and panties down to her knees, the older woman began to fondle herself. As Cindy watched closely, Lori let her own hand drift lower to her bushy auburn pubes, finding her moistened slit with eager fingers.

Seeing her daughter’s enraptured stare, Lori moved her hand away, giving Cindy a good look. The preteen girl let out a squeal of delight at the sight of her mother’s glistening pussy.

“Oh, Mommy! It’s so beautiful! I wanna lick your pussy and kiss it, the way you did mine!”

Cindy knelt before her mother, tugging Lori’s panties and shorts down to her feet. Stepping out of her remaining clothes, Lori felt the youngster’s warm breath on her pussy, and breathed “Oh, my angel…”

Cindy’s tongue licked a hot path along her mother’s sticky labia, and Lori cried out, “Oh yes, honey! Lick my pussy, baby.” Lori’s hips thrust against her child’s eager mouth, grinding against the young girl’s chin.

The child made happy, wet noises as she feasted on her mother’s dripping pussy, making Lori’s head spin. One hand bracing her body against the counter top, Lori’s other hand went to the back of her daughter’s head, gently guiding her hot licking mouth. She indicated her clitoris, gasping “Lick me here, honey, like I did for you.”

Cindy’s lips encircled her mother’s throbbing clit, and she sucked at it.

Lori moaned, “Ooooooh… now, Cindy! Oh, yes. You’re making me come! Oh! OH GOD! YESSSS!”

Young Cindy happily pleasured her mother, using the tip of her eager tongue to lick at her throbbing clitoris. Within seconds, Lori came in long, powerful torrents of pleasure as Cindy greedily sucked at her cunt.

It was as if her eleven-year-old daughter was born to make lesbian love. “Oh! Cindy!” Lori panted as she came, “y-you make my pussy feel so — oh! — so g-good!” Lori’s hips thrust hard as she felt each hot, wet lick of her daughter’s probing tongue. She watched through a blurred haze of pleasure as her daughter’s slim ass twisted enticingly with the pounding of her climax.

Finally, her knees weak, Lori gently pulled Cindy’s head back. “N-no more, honey,” she barely managed to get out.

The young girl stood before her mother, her mouth and chin glistening with Lori’s wetness. Her heart glowing with adoration, Lori raised herself up on one elbow and kissed her daughter full on the mouth, licking at Cindy’s lips.

“Did I make you feel good, Mommy?”

“Oh, honey… yes, you did!”

“I wanna do it again, Mommy!”

“What, honey? Lick my pussy again, or have me do it to you?”

“Both, Mommy! I wanna do it all again and again and again!”

“We will, baby. We’ll do it many more times, don’t you worry.” She drew Cindy into her embrace. “I love you, my darling daughter.”

Impulsively, Lori slipped her other hand down over Cindy’s succulent little ass cheeks… and the preteen girl giggled, pushing back against her mother’s hand.

“Cindy…?” began Lori, as a naughty idea crossed her mind. “Do you want to feel something else… something really nice?”

Wordlessly, Cindy nodded her head. Lori continued to stroke the soft, hot smoothness of her child’s bottom… then her fingers gently brushed their way between Cindy’s cheeks. She found her daughter’s tight little asshole and circled the hot, moist ring of her anus with her fingertip.

“Oh,” Cindy moaned softly, her heart pounding furiously as her mother touched her most intimate place. She was overwhelmed by the surprising new delights her body was discovering, happy that her mother loved her enough to share these things with her.

Suddenly the tip of Lori’s finger pushed its way into Cindy’s bottom hole, and the little girl gasped out loud. Slowly, slowly, Lori eased her finger into her daughter’s anus as deep as it would go.

Cindy’s head spun. She had never known how wonderful it felt to have something in her bottom… so tickly and nice! Then she panted in excitement, her mouth open wide as her mommy pulled that sweet finger out, but not quite all the way… and a cry burst from her lips as it slid back into her butt again, but a little faster this time. Now Mommy’s other hand was between her legs, touching her pussy some more!

Lori’s heart thrilled as Cindy moaned shakily, burying her face in a pillow, her childish body trembling as her mother began to fuck her ass, that wicked finger slowly pistoning in and out, in and out while her other hand played sweet games with her little girl’s sticky slit. “Oh, Mommy… oh, Mommy,” Cindy breathed into the pillow. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, OH — OH MOMMY!” She was screaming now.

Lori felt her daughter’s asshole grip her finger tightly, her eyes wide as she watched Cindy come. Lori had to hold her child steady as her hand continued to saw back and forth, pumping her probing digit in and out of Cindy’s anus, feeling the young girl’s thin frame buck and lurch backward as she cried out in ecstasy. Her fingers, still fiddling between her daughter’s trembling thighs, were moist with Cindy’s juices.

Finally Cindy lay on her side, breathing heavily, flushed from head to toe. Lori drew her into a warm embrace, and mother and daughter lay together, cuddling happily for a long while.

Cindy turned to gaze deeply into her mother’s eyes. “That was… so, so nice, Mommy,” she whispered. “I love you.”

Lori rested her forehead against Cindy’s and smiled at her daughter, her eyes glowing with adoration. “I love you too, angel,” she murmured, “so very much.”

Radiant with contentment, the two lovers snuggled close and gently sank into slumber.

The next morning was a school day, but before Cindy left for the bus stop, Lori promised her daughter that they would make love again. Sweet little Cindy was just learning about her sexuality, and Lori planned on teaching her more that very night. And there was so much still to teach her. After all, Cindy still hadn’t been fucked yet.

Lori gave her child a lingering kiss as she left for school, then padded to her room, slipped back into bed and gently fingered her pussy as she thought about the bottom drawer of her dresser and the delightful toys it contained. She shivered to one last satisfying climax as she pictured sweet little Cindy lying on her bed, thin legs pulled back and spread wide, exposing her pink, wet slit, ready for whatever sexy games her mommy wanted to play.

The End

By Author Unknown

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

No certain recollection of where I found the original of this, though I believe it’s from an erotic fiction pay-site that no longer exists. It’s the final part of a novel, the only part I liked enough to save… which probably means that it’s the only portion of the tale where the sex gets seriously hot. Incomplete though the story is, I felt that this closing scene was well worth sharing with you good people — a climax in every sense of the word! Do enjoy.

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A woman, clad in long, flowing robes, sat upon the edge of a bed, gazing down at the tearful face of a girl who knelt before her, head in the woman’s lap.

“It’s too much, Sister Song,” eighteen-year-old Tanya sighed, averting her eyes from the penetrating ones of the High Priestess. “Please, just let me stay here at the castle. Let me live as one of you instead of this endless wandering. Let me surrender this… this thing inside me. I’m not strong enough to use it.”

Song, the High Priestess, stroked Tanya’s hair, holding her, rocking her. “But there is nowhere for you to go, Tanya. All your people are now gone. Except for you, dear child. You have been spared. No… selected. For something greater. You have the power. The Gift of Venus.”

Tanya looked at her, and closed her eyes tightly. “I don’t want this power,” she said, as if needing to explain. “Everything I had in life, all of those I cared about, everything I had to live for, all were taken from me. If I was the only one to be spared, then that only leaves me in utter isolation. It makes me lonely. I don’t want any of it.”

“And yet you have it,” Song said gently. “You cannot escape the power within you, any more than I can. Tanya, you can change this world! Venus has given you the ability to do just that. You can use her power to change the way people feel about each other. One life, one life at a time, you can bring light to us all. Bring Love back into a world from where it was driven away. You can give all of us hope.”

Tanya dabbed her eyes once, still held by Song, and looked the High Priestess in the eye. “If I could bring back my family, my friends, my home, by giving up this gift — I’d do it. Right now. I’d never even look back.”

Song nodded. “You’re not alone,” she said softly. “I wouldn’t be High Priestess if there hadn’t been great suffering and death to contend with. I can only take what I have and do what I must, to ease the pain that has consumed the world.” She tightened her grip. “But you… you can do more than I and all my sister priestesses can ever hope to do. You can stop the suffering. You can change people. Maybe we can go on, then, and live as if there were a tomorrow worth living for.”

Tanya shook her auburn locks. “I don’t know if it is worth living for.”

“Are you sure, Tanya?” Song whispered. “Venus favored you. Gave you a gift… a gift intended for a purpose. Can you say the future is not going to be better because you want it to be? Who else among us can?”

Tanya closed her eyes. She could feel her passion like a stoked and ready fire, there between her thighs, the heat waiting. “I don’t know. Somebody else. Somebody besides me.”

“But it is you, Tanya.” Song said softly. “What are you going to do about that?”

Tanya squeezed her eyes tight shut. The tears swelled out of them anyway. She felt her gift now, heavier than ever — heavier, more present, more insistent, more demanding. “What can I do about it?” she asked Song back. “Would you like to see?”

Song looked into her eyes with surprise. “I — yes. Yes,” she said firmly. “The Goddess has willed it. I am her Priestess. You are her gift. Thy will be done.”

“So be it.” Tanya took Song’s head in both hands and kissed her, hard. She let the energy of the Gift flow into her, full force. Tanya felt Song’s body respond, gradually at first… then the Priestess was embracing her with passion, her tongue a red ribbon in Tanya’s mouth. The Gift was as powerful as ever… and Song was caught in its enchanting spell.

Tanya broke their embrace and left Song sitting dazed, her nipples hardening, her newborn taste for the touch of a girl’s lips clearly written on her face. Tanya went to the open doorway and called out down the corridor. “MONDRA! Where are you? I need you!”

The eleven-year-old maid hastened to obey, her little feet pattering on the stone floor. Entering the bedchamber, she curtsied quickly.

“Milady?”

Tanya indicated Song. “Do you know who she is?”

Mondra’s beautiful blue eyes widened. “Yes,” she nodded. “She is High Priestess Song of the Temple of the Venus Incarnate.”

“Yes, that’s right. Did you know she wants to kiss you? To make love to you?”

“Milady?” the maid gasped.

Song, stunned, turned to look at Tanya… who now slipped out of her robe to stand naked in front of Mondra. The girl’s big blue eyes got bigger as they looked on the pale-skinned woman’s hard pink nipples, the gentle curve of her hips, the swelling of her auburn mound, the lips of her labia swollen and visible. “Have you ever loved a woman before, Mondra?”

Helpless, the maid looked up from Tanya’s body to meet her eyes, looking frightened, anguished. She quickly shook her head no.

“You will,” Tanya promised, and carefully put her arms around the girl, holding her close, touching noses. “You will,” she breathed, and let her moist lips close over Mondra’s.

She kissed the maid gently, but firmly, holding her close, her lips locked to the young girl’s sweet mouth but not forcing her, not tonguing her, not even squeezing her cute bottom. She only kissed the girl, and let the heat from her belly rise through her body, seep through her breasts, her belly, her cunt. Not doing anything but holding her close, and letting the Gift do the seducing for her.

Mondra made a single, dainty sound of surprise, of resistance, and her wide-open eyes looked helplessly into Tanya’s. Her arms slowly, slowly wrapped themselves around Tanya’s waist. It was fuel to the fire, and Tanya let that delicate little acknowledgement of Mondra’s arousal feed her own, build on it, grow it even larger. The urge to squeeze the girl’s ass, to force her tongue into Mondra’s mouth grew stronger. She could hardly keep from trembling to feel her heat rising, passing into the maid. How could she have resisted this for so long?

With a moan of lost caution, her eyes rolling, Mondra gripped Tanya tightly, grinding her hips into the naked woman’s groin, and the young girl’s tongue pushed into Tanya’s mouth with a passion that nearly matched her own. They kissed hotly, sucking and gasping, and Tanya squeezed the maid’s ass under her tight skirt… and yes, it was as pert and round as she’d dreamed. She dug her fingernails in and Mondra did the same to her, crushing her tits into Tanya’s and moaning oh, so deliciously.

She let her go so suddenly that Mondra gasped, sobbed, her hands closing on nothing. Tanya could feel the fire behind her eyes. “Undress,” she told the girl. “I want to see you naked.”

Mondra reached for her blouse and undid the top buttons rapidly, her fingers disappearing in lace. She reached behind her and untied her apron. She pulled her blouse open to reveal her budding breasts, unhindered by a bra. She peeled off the sleeves, scarcely pausing to undo them, unzipped her skirt and struggled to push it down her legs. She sat down heavily and yanked her panties off, hardly bothering to kick away her shoes.

Tanya watched Song taking in the sight of the young girl undressing, and suddenly stood before her. Song turned to look up at her, blue eyes dazed but hungry, and Tanya favored her with a quick tongue kiss and a glide of the palm across the woman’s breasts. Song tried to tongue kiss her back, but Tanya moved away, grinning.

“First, show me how much you want me,” Tanya purred. “Lick my pussy. Pleasure me, High Priestess.”

Song, eager, her hands trembling, slid out of her robe to kneel naked at the young woman’s feet, grasped Tanya’s hips as she leaned in close to gently kiss her pussy… then the High Priestess’ tongue emerged to lick.

“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned, her inexpert but eager tongue tracing Tanya’s labia. She buried her face between the teen’s legs, sucking at the copious flow of thick juices from Tanya’s sex… delicately at first, then hungrily, wanting more.

Song feasted on Tanya as if she would drink her, slipping her tongue deep into her cunt, licking her distended clit, pushing her legs further apart so that she might put her entire mouth on Tanya’s dewy flower. The High Priestess of Venus feasted on her wet pussy and Tanya put her pale hands into her short blonde hair, and caressed her head, moaning.

Behind her Mondra, naked now, pressed her body against Tanya’s, kissing the back of her neck, fondling her breasts. Mondra’s nipples brushed deliciously against her bare skin as the preteen girl licked and kissed her ear, moaning. “Oh God, I want this! I want it so bad!”

Tanya smiled. “Okay.”

And with that she quickly extricated herself from Song’s and Mondra’s embrace, nudging the young maid into the arms of the High Priestess.

Song swung her head toward Tanya, mouth open, staring at her questioningly.

“Go on,” Tanya smiled wickedly. “Kiss her.”

Song turned back to the naked girl in her arms, and she and Mondra stared at each other awkwardly for a brief moment. But the erotic force unleashed by the Gift was too great for them to withstand. The High Priestess leaned into the preteen girl, her mouth seeking Mondra’s. The girl’s lips parted, and soon the older woman was passionately kissing the younger, both moaning into each other’s mouths.

“Oh, God,” Song managed, tearing her lips away from Mondra’s to speak, “oh, God, it’s so good! So good!”

Tanya could feel every sensation they were experiencing, from Song’s bare body to Mondra’s, and she could feel it making her hotter yet, hot enough to feed the fire of both women and then some. She pressed herself into Mondra from behind, reaching down to cup the young girl’s ass as they continued to kiss like lovers.

“Yeah,” she moaned into Mondra’s ear, making her moan back. “Oh, yeah, kiss her. Give her your tongue.” She felt between her own legs, sank two fingers into her own pussy, knowing that they could feel her doing it. “That’s right, Mondra, kiss her. Then I want you to fuck her. Fuck her just like you want to fuck me.”

Mondra whimpered but did as she was told, her tongue plunging in and out of Song’s mouth as she kissed the High Priestess avidly. Tanya believed she had never before been made love to with such hunger as she saw between the woman and the child. Mmmm, so eager!

Song held the maid around the waist and kissed her passionately… then she crawled onto the bed, pulling Mondra’s naked body atop hers, then fell back with a gasp of delight as Mondra covered Song’s mouth with her own and the two women kissed anew.

Tanya moaned, fondling her breasts and fingering her cunt as she watched Mondra squirming so hotly on top of Song, who threw her white legs open as the maid madly forced her hips against the High Priestess’s open cunt. She wanted them to go even further, though her mouth wouldn’t form the words… but as if they had just then read her mind, Mondra pulled free of Song’s kiss to swing around, straddle Song’s head and press her hot wet cunt down into the High Priestess’s face.

Song purred with pleasure, happily nuzzling Mondra’s dripping pussy. Mondra’s eyes closed and she gasped as the High Priestess began to lick… then she lowered her own face between Song’s thighs to lap the blonde pussy waiting for her.

Tanya watched the spontaneous lesbian sixty-nine between Priestess and servant with intense pleasure. She could feel the couple on the bed, feel their passion, felt it coming off herself, and knew it was going through the house. It was probably beginning to affect all the other women as well.

The idea exciting her, she turned away from the passionate scene and padded, naked and barefoot, into the house. It was a big place. She had to concentrate very hard on not losing her way, or going someplace she shouldn’t. She had only a little time.

She stumbled into the master bedroom, where she wasn’t surprised to find Sister Fiola sitting on her own big bed, squeezing her breasts absently, pressing her thighs together under the book she had left open there. She looked up, startled, to see Tanya, stark naked in her doorway.

Tanya knew the sight of her nakedness was making Fiola even hotter. Both of them. She could sense Fiola’s anticipation, wonder, fear… and lust. She held out her hand, and Fiola willingly put hers into Tanya’s and let the woman draw her up and into her arms. She melted into a kiss with Tanya that surprised them both — with its suddenness, it’s unlooked-for sweetness, its delicate tracery of tongues. Their mouths glistened as they looked into each other’s dazed eyes.

“Quickly,” Tanya said softly, “bring your daughter to Song’s room.” She turned and ran to the door, then turned back to look at the dazed Fiola. “Now!”

Tanya made her way back from the bedroom and followed her nose to the kitchen. She wasn’t surprised to find Solan, the temple cook and Mondra’s mother, sitting spread-legged in a chair not far from the chopping block and the unfinished vegetables. Obviously affected by the sex spell that had enveloped the entire temple, she had hiked up her skirt and was happily masturbating, fingers squishing in her cunt. She looked up only when Tanya was close.

“Come with me,” Tanya breathed. She seized Solan’s hand and led her, almost pulling her out of the kitchen, back through the candlelit corridors, heading for Song’s bedroom.

Song was still on the bottom… Mondra, sweat-sheened, was on top of her, both women still deeply engaged in the act of mutual cunnilingus. As they entered the room Tanya saw Song’s body seize up, bucking wildly as she orgasmed into the young maid’s mouth.

Solan pressed both her hands to her mouth and gasped, “Mondra!”

Mondra’s hair flew back in a damp arc as she lifted her wet face from the pink-blonde pussy of the High Priestess, a look of horror on her thirteen-year-old face “Mama!”

Now, Tanya thought, THIS should be interesting…

Solan was too shocked to speak, her mouth open, hands shaking. She mutely turned to Tanya, her eyes wide and pleading for understanding. Rather than answer Mondra’s mother with words, Tanya swiftly pressed herself up against Solan and kissed her.

She struggled at first, but Tanya let the Gift flow, strong and sure, from her own body into Solan’s… letting the older woman feel the heat from her, from her daughter, and from the High Priestess, all flowing into her shapely, cozy-warm mother body. Solan tried to pull away, but then her struggle weakened, her protest turned into sighs, and she simply stopped fighting and let it happen.

Not enough, Tanya thought. Her pussy ached for more, and she felt as if it was an itch she had to scratch. She directed her need, her lust and her wanting all, all into Solan. I want you to want it! she thought. I want you to need it! Need it as badly as I do — I want your cunt to flow like mine, and I want you to want it so much you will want to make love to the High Priestess of Venus… and to your own daughter!

She was strong, Solan was… resisting the pull to lesbian love and desire with such fervor that Tanya was surprised and impressed. And stimulated; she knew now how sexy it was when the woman struggled. Solan stood against Tanya’s torrent of desire and did not yield easily, as her daughter had. A strong core in her resisted the notion of touching another woman, and as for desiring her beautiful, naked daughter, still in a lesbian embrace just ten feet away — never!

Tanya felt her Gift meet Solan’s resistance… and it only made her own lust more powerful. More focused. Oh, sweet, sweet mama, your unwillingness only makes me want to make you want it more. And more. Want it more… want it as much as I do. To kiss, to love another woman… to feel your pussy moistening at the sight, the touch, the feel and smell of my ripe, swelling breasts, my hot, luscious pussy, now open for you, begging for you to touch it. Touch me… there.

Solan sighed into Tanya’s mouth. Her body relaxed, as if she was surrendering to the hot wet kiss the woman was laying on her, but still she did not yield completely. Emboldened, and yet tantalized by her weakening will, Tanya pressed her harder. Kiss me, she almost breathed against Solan’s lips. Kiss me, sweet mother. Let me feel you surrender to your new lust.

Solan’s arms slowly snaked around Tanya’s waist, almost as if they were moving through lava, slow, hot, bringing deeper heat she could feel burning through her arms. Oh, and her tongue tip, her delicate little tongue tip, now brushing Tanya’s lips, oh yes… As if her love came not all at once, like a dam breaking, but slowly, slowly, a reservoir, vast and dark and hot, finally flowing over the top, the waters still rising, luminous now, her tongue seeking entrance, so softly, so tentatively.

Tanya wanted so badly to open her mouth now to Solan, to, let her in… but she resisted, now, letting Solan’s passion build. And build. You want me? Take me!

Solan’s arms tightened around Tanya’s body… hands closed on the globes of the young girl’s ass and squeezed. Hard enough to hurt — but, oh, god, when she squeezed, it made Tanya quiver with lust and need. It was hard to resist her, but she continued to do so… and was rewarded at last with Solan’s tongue forcing its way between her lips. Oh God, the woman’s mouth was so fucking hot…

Solan held Tanya forcefully, tighter than a man would, and tongue-fucked her as if she had just discovered how sweet and lovely a woman’s mouth really was. Tanya moaned, unable to resist the tide of sweet fleshly hunger than surged from Solan now, made her kiss Tanya hungrily and — oh, GOD… slide her index finger deep into Tanya’s cunt from behind!

“Oh!” Tanya gasped as her head spun. She clutched Solan’s beautiful breasts and squeezed them, seeking her nipples, feeling how much the woman now wanted to be touched — touched deep inside, and loved, and made to love. Now a seething cauldron of desire for another woman, Solan probed Tanya’s vagina with her exploring finger as their mouths remained locked together, tongues entwining. Finally, gasping for breath, Tanya threw her head back and panted in ecstasy.

Solan’s mouth, unable to surrender contact with her new lover, trailed down to shower wet kisses on her neck, then down further to her breasts, sucking Tanya’s nipple into her hot mouth, making electricity sizzle through every fiber of the teenager’s body.

Tanya looked lovingly down at Solan’s face nursing at her breasts and thought, I want you bubbling over. I’m gonna turn up the heat on you, until you fuck me inside out… I want you to want me, want ANY woman, as much as you’ve ever wanted anything before.

Tanya stroked the cook’s damp curls and heard the deep satisfied purr that came from her. She licked her lips, bringing her mouth to the woman’s ear, flicking the lobe with her tongue, then whispering “Sweet Solan… I want you.”

Solan’s eyes shone. “I… I want you too,” she breathed, and drew Tanya into her arms again, hands on her back, pulling her into another wet, passionate kiss. Completely willing. Eager. Impatient, even.

“I want you naked,” Tanya breathed in her ear, kissing her.

“Yes,” Solan sobbed. “Yes! Oh, yes!” She fumbled for her apron strings.

Solan frantically undressed herself, and Tanya helped, touching and caressing the woman’s bare skin as it was revealed. Every touch and caress brought forth a little more from Solan, more heat, more impatience… more desire. Tanya fed Solan’s growing lust for lesbian sex with the power of the Gift — like blowing on a hot coal to make it burn all the more brightly. It was so much fun to feel her impatience, how eager Solan was to bare herself to Tanya, to her fingers, her knowing lips, her warm, wet tongue… yes, she was already anticipating it! Already she was feeling the hunger of a thousand new sensations a woman’s love could bring her, and she wanted it all!

Solan all but ripped her bra from her shoulders, then pushed down her panties. Her eyes locked on Tanya’s, she reached behind her head and undid her hair. She shook it out — and Tanya was delighted and aroused to see how long it was, how dark, how full. She couldn’t help reaching for it, to touch it — and Solan stepped into her arms, her mouth open and falling on Tanya’s, kissing her with a strength that took her breath away.

Tanya couldn’t stand it. “On the bed,” she gasped. “Oh, Solan, please — please lick me!”

Solan spun her around like a child and Tanya’s knees buckled as she fell on the bed. Solan was already kneeling before Tanya as she parted her thighs, lifting her feet high, exposing herself to Solan’s hungry gaze, lightly caressing her cleft. “I am yours,” Tanya husked. “Take me, any way you want.”

Solan seemed mesmerized by the teenage girl’s open pussy as she stroked Tanya’s lifted legs with her palms, slowly…. from ankle, to knee, over her knees, down her thighs, back up to her knees, down to her feet again, squeezing them, making Tanya thrill at her strength and gentleness. All the time gazing at the young woman’s open cunt… the auburn pubes, the moistened labia, the protruding and aching clitoris. Solan’s hands trailed up her legs again, over her knees — Tanya bit her lip — down, oh, down her soft inner thighs. Slowly lowering her face, she kissed Tanya’s pussy as tenderly as she had her mouth.

Tanya gasped, and Solan looked up at her, smiling, pleased with the reaction she had gotten. She bent down to kiss her younger lover’s sex again. The girl’s hips surged up, trying to capture Solan’s mouth, and the woman grinned, delighted.

Her eyes locked on Tanya’s, Solan parted her lips to place a wet, open-mouthed kiss on the teen girl’s pussy, then took Tanya’s flower in her mouth. Her tongue probed into the girl’s dewy opening, making her whimper. “Oh…”

It was all Tanya could do not to come right then. “Lick my pussy,” she told Solan, her voice dark and low. “Lick it, sweet angel. Oooh, YES, lover!”

And suddenly Solan ate at her cunt voraciously, lustily. Her tongue, oh… her tongue was sliding in and out of her pussy, touching her everywhere, flicking her clit, brushing her labia, dipping so far down inside her that it made her hips rock. Tanya was panting “Oh yes — yes, baby, make me come! Make me COME, sweet lover, OHHHHH!”

Solan’s strong hands stroked Tanya’s open legs, brushed her thighs. Then one hand slipped below to fondle the young girl’s bottom. Tanya inhaled sharply as she felt the cook’s finger toying with the crease of her ass… then cried out loud when Solan took Tanya’s clit between her lips and sucked the throbbing tip. She was shaking now, her breath rasping in her lungs. Suddenly Solan slid her finger deep into Tanya’s ass with a single smooth stroke.

She seized Solan’s head as she exploded in a frenzied orgasm, drawing the woman’s face deeper into her cunt. Solan was more than ready, her teeth nipping at Tanya’s clit. “Oh, GOD!” Tanya wailed, and ground herself on Solan’s face as she felt her climax build, and build, and build, until another orgasm took her, shook her, made her hips convulse, made her, made her, OH!

She screamed, her cunt drenching Solan’s face as she bucked like a wild stallion on the bed. Finally, panting, Tanya reached for Solan, pulled her up between her legs, enfolding her in a passionate embrace. They kissed deep and hard, breasts pressed firmly together. Tanya kissed Solan wildly until they both were gasping, tasting her cunt on the woman’s lips, sharing the flavor of it with her.

Tanya held Solan close, their bodies pleasurably entwined, her lips on the woman’s neck, Solan’s hand resting lightly on her breast… then she looked up to see Fiola, wide-eyed and enthralled, staring at them. She stood next to her daughter Rebekah, a darling girl of eleven whose eyes were big as saucers, her childish mouth open as she stared at Solan lying naked with Tanya… at Mondra kissing the High Priestess while fingering Song’s cunt. Almost unconsciously, the little girl pressed one hand against the budding breasts beneath her gown.

Tanya smiled to see them. As hard as she’d just come, her body and soul still craved more, and she knew that her hunger was feeding theirs. She could feel their shock, and their even deeper arousal, and it made Tanya even hotter than she’d been just minutes ago. “Hi,” she breathed to Fiola and Rebekah, her arms still entwined about Solan, feeling the cook’s kisses on her neck as she stroked the woman’s bare back. “I want you two to see something.”

She turned to Solan and kissed her sweetly, then extricated herself from the woman’s loving embrace. She shifted on the enormous bed, turning her attention to Song and Mondra. The High Priestess lay beneath the preteen girl, both women still kissing hungrily, their fingers working expertly in each other’s hot, wet cunts.

Tanya lowered her face to kiss Song’s breast, and the High Priestess moaned, turning towards her. “Did you enjoy making love to Mondra?” she asked softly. Song nodded, unable to speak.

Then Tanya looked at the flushed face of Mondra. “Do you like to touch the High Priestess’s pussy?” Nuzzling Song’s breasts, the young girl nodded. “Did you enjoy tasting her, making her come?” An even harder nod. Tanya smiled, her lips touching Mondra’s ear as she whispered “Want to take it to the next level…?”

Mondra, eyes suddenly fixed on her, licked her lips and nodded once more.

Tanya smiled. “Then let me show you something.” She turned to Mondra’s mother. “Solan, kneel up here.” She made room for the older woman to get onto the bed facing her daughter, hands pressed between her thighs.

Tanya knelt between naked mother and daughter on the bed, and enjoyed the way they looked at each other — hungry, aroused, uncertain, a little afraid, a little intrigued. Tanya smiled, reached between them, taking one of their breasts in each hand and stroking it. Mondra gasped, Solan sighed. Their nipples were alike, yet unalike… and Tanya loved to touch them both, feel their heat. The heat they had for her.

She turned to Mondra and kissed her, softly. The younger woman whimpered, but eagerly tongue-kissed her, and Tanya tasted Song’s cunt on her face. “You’re so beautiful,” she breathed into her mouth. “I want you so much.”

“I want you,” Mondra moaned back, closing her eyes.

Tanya turned to Solan now, heavy-lidded, moist-lipped. “Your daughter is so lovely,” she breathed to her mother. “I love kissing her. She kisses like you.” She pressed her wet lips to Solan’s. Her little squeak of protest only fed Tanya’s desire.

She licked her lips as she leaned back. “Mmm,” she turned to Mondra, “your mom’s got my pussy all over her face.” She turned her head, came closer. “Taste me…” Tanya kissed the young maid, and heard the same soft squeak from her. She could feel Mondra’s tongue lick her lips, purring with pleasure at Tanya’s flavor.

Tanya turned to look at Fiola, still clothed, clutching the shoulders of her daughter, both of them staring at Mondra and Solan on the bed with Tanya. Rebakah’s little mouth was open, her lips moist. The girl trembled at what she was watching. Trembled with anticipation… and desire.

Tanya turned back to Mondra and Solan, mother and daughter seated on the bed with her, and gave them each a sweet smile. She took one hand from each and placed them on her own breasts. She closed her eyes and arched her back when they both began to knead her large, hard-nippled tits.

They learned quickly. Their hands circled her breasts, not touching the nipples, just barely brushing them, making her sigh. She bit her lip as Mondra and Solan moved closer to her… then the hands of mother and daughter made contact.

She could feel the electricity between them as if it passed through her nipples. They were feeling their own first lesbian desire for her, and now their desire seemed to slowly encompass one another. Tanya felt how powerful their arousal was as she bit her lip harder, fighting the urge to bring the two together to kiss. She had to let events unfold on their own. If she made them go slow, get closer on their own — it would be oh, so much better. So much hotter.

She concentrated on the feeling of mother and daughter touching her breasts. Oh, now Solan used both her hands… and now, so did Mondra. They caressed, and stroked, and their fingers touched, glided over, interlaced, fell away, re-engaged… Tanya moaned to feel four hands fondling her now, mother and daughter stroking her breasts and each other’s hands at the same time. Drawing, slowly, closer. And closer…

Tanya cupped her breasts in her hands. “Lick them,” she breathed.

And Solan, then Mondra bent closer to kiss her pale skin, to lick the soft, warm flesh… then each took a nipple into a warm, wet mouth. “Oh yes,” Tanya moaned, as mother and daughter shared her. “Oh, yes, my sweet lovers. Your lips feel so good on my breasts. Mmmmmm.”

Their heads close together, mother and daughter each sucked one of Tanya’s nipples as she looked down on them. So alike they looked… yet, so different. Mondra so fresh, Solan so earthy and hungry. A delicate young girl and an experienced older woman, their lips on her flesh, her nipples in their hot mouths. She rolled her head back at the sensation of mother and daughter joining together to make love to her.

Tanya then drew Mondra’s face up to hers and kissed her hotly, then whispered in her ear. “Suck your mother’s nipple, now, lover,” she husked to the young girl. “Go on — do to her like you did to me.”

Mondra hesitated, but only for a moment… then lowered her head down to her mother’s hanging breasts, kissing the one closest to her.

Solan, her eyes closed, opened them slightly… then, as her daughter’s lips closed on her nipple and sucked at it, arched her eyebrows, as if to concede that yes, it was her daughter at her breast — it was her daughter sucking her nipple, and God, it felt so good!

Tanya watched them, her chest heaving. “All right,” she said, “Mondra, suck my nipple again. Solan… I want to see you licking your daughter’s nipple at the same time.”

A quick look of shock and mutual trepidation passed between them, and then Mondra had Tanya’s nipple between her lips again. Solan gently touched Mondra’s bare breast for the first time, eyes wide with wonder, then slowly bent and touched her tongue to her daughter’s erect nipple. Mondra sighed, and turned to offer her breast to her mother.

To Tanya’s delight, Solan’s mouth became eager, taking in the pink tip of her daughter’s smaller breast, sucking it strongly, surely… then her free hand took her child’s other breast, and fondled it openly. Palmed it, thumbed her nipple, caressing it, making love to it.

Making love to her, Tanya thought. That’s what I want.

As if she read Tanya’s mind, Mondra reached to her mother’s hanging breast, and began to caress it with loving strokes. She was more comfortable with touching her mother this way, now. More experienced. More desiring.

Mondra sat up straight and, thoughtfully licking her lips, looked down at her mother, still nursing at her breast. Solan, looking up, saw the adoring look on her daughter’s face, and sat up to face her.

Tanya didn’t dare to breathe. She watched as wide-eyed Solan, her lips parted, leaned close to a trembling Mondra. Their lips touched, mother to daughter, and their eyes closed as they gently brushed them together in a little try-it-out kiss. They moved apart, opening their eyes, their beautiful blue eyes, each looking deep into the other’s soul… and the answer there was yes.

They melted back together, mother kissing daughter, and Tanya saw and heard the liquid sound of their tongues engaging, dueling with each other as their kiss grew hot and hungry. And as she put her hands on their backs to feel their desire grow, she felt the deep forbidden thrill of breaking a double taboo — lesbian love, and lesbian incest.

Mondra pulled back first. “I love you,” she gasped. “Oh, Mama, I love you!”

“I love you too,” Solan crooned, cupping her baby’s breasts. “Oh, sweet Mondra, my angel!”

“I’m going to kiss you again, Mama,” Mondra swallowed.

Solan’s breath was ragged. “I want you to, darling.”

“Really kiss you, Mama.”

“Oh, baby, please…” Solan breathed, “Make love to me.” She closed her eyes, her moist lips parting for her daughter.

With a whimper of lust and delight and forbidden desire, Mondra claimed her mother’s open mouth with her own, throwing her arms around Solan’s neck as the older woman hugged her waist.

Tanya, wide-eyed, watched mother and daughter kiss like lovers. She couldn’t stop from touching them, caressing the bodies of the incestuous mother and daughter. She hadn’t imagined it would be so hot to watch them, so much alike, now so hungry for each other. She stroked them, nuzzled their ears, their necks… but they only kissed each other, their newly realized desire drawing them together.

Tanya moved away to watch as their hands slipped between each other’s thighs… and she cooed with delight as Solan eased her fingers into her daughter’s glistening pussy, and Mondra began to probe her mother’s wet cunt. Solan moaned and, still feasting on her daughter’s mouth, gently pushed Mondra onto her back. The thirteen-year-old opened her thighs, welcoming the weight of her mother’s mound against her own.

Tanya looked over her shoulder to where Fiola stood, behind the rapt Rebekah… the young girl now touching herself beneath her chiton. Tanya gazed directly into the child’s eyes… and as if in a trance, Rebekah pulled off her chiton to stand naked, her skin pale, her little nipples hard on the soft little rises of her new girlish breasts. She stroked them with her free hand, and in the girl’s eyes was a hunger that sent Tanya’s lust soaring.

Her pussy throbbing as if with a life of its own, Tanya rose onto her knees and stepped off the bed. Fiola and Rebekah stood, enthralled, as the languid girl padded towards them. She reached out, and with one finger she traced the hollow at the top of Fiola’s breastbone. “Take it off,” she whispered.

Fiola, trembling, did as she was bid, drawing her purple chiton off to stand naked in front of Tanya. She rested one hand on her daughter’s bare shoulder. “What — what’s happening to me?” she quavered. “You — you’re somehow– somehow making this happen.”

Tanya was too high to care. “It’s the Gift of Venus,” she said, her voice breathy and tender. “Bringing the gift of love.” She looked back to where Mondra lay on top of her mother, kissing her deeply, her hand half buried in Solan’s pussy. “They feel it. They can love without exception. Without reservation. Without fear or guilt or shame.”

As if to emphasize Tanya’s point, Mondra suddenly swiveled her body around atop Solan’s, straddling her mother’s face. Solan moaned happily at the sight of her child’s dripping pussy, then eagerly extended her tongue to taste Mondra for the first time. Liking what she found, the older woman reached up to grasp her daughter’s hips, drawing the girl’s cunt down to settle on her open mouth.

Mondra cried out, palming her breasts as her mother ate her pussy… then she lowered her face between Solan’s thighs to lick at her mother.

The other four women in the room stared at the erotic spectacle unfolding before them. Song sat in a nearby chair, two fingers buried in her cunt, her mouth slack from pleasure. Fiola’s arms encircled Rebekah, her naked body pressed against that of her daughter. Tanya lightly brushed her own nipples with her fingertips, sighing happily as she watched mother and daughter fuck.

On the bed Solan lay under her daughter, legs spread wide. Her daughter Mondra, hair wild and flowing, lay reversed on top of her mother, her mouth sunk deep into her own mother’s thick pubes, sucking at her wet pussy. Tanya could hear the helpless moans of lust from Solan, the wet sound of the woman’s tongue probing her thirteen-year-old daughter’s vagina. She trembled to feel the incestuous lesbian need coursing through them like a whirlpool. Lust feeding on lust. Mother and daughter, who never before even knew they could want another woman, were now making love with a hunger that seemed to charge the very air of the room.

Fiola, now as naked as her little girl, stood looking on Solan and Mondra making love, her hands now touching her own daughter, stroking the eleven-year-old girl’s budding chest, her smooth stomach, tracing down to within inches of Rebekah’s little-girl vagina. Rebekah herself swayed as if she was intoxicated, her lips parted as she watched Mondra feast on her mother’s pussy.

Tanya came closer, and Fiola and Rebekah turned their expectant faces to her, ready for anything. “I love this,” Tanya said to them. “I love it when two women who never touched each other before find they enjoy sharing their bodies as lovers. And when it’s a mother sharing with her daughter… there’s no sweeter joy in this world.” She placed a hand upon Fiola and Rebekah’s bare shoulders, leaning in close to whisper, “I’d love to see you two kiss.”

It was as if she had given them permission. Fiola leaned forward just as Rebekah turned her head to meet her mother’s mouth with a gulp of delight and girlish pleasure. They kissed, gently at first… then harder, deeper, their tongues coming to life at the same instant. Fiola’s hands found and caressed her daughter’s breasts, teasing her nipples. Rebekah made a tiny sound of surprise and delight, stroking her mother’s arm, covering Fiola’s hands as they cupped her baby breasts.

“Oh, yes,” Tanya whispered. “Oh, you look so beautiful doing that. Keep kissing. Let me see you make love to each other.”

Fiola turned Rebekah to her, brushing the girl’s wayward hair back from her face, and they traded nervous, slightly self-conscious smiles. The air was full of the scent of aroused women and girls… and Tanya knew they could scent their own arousal, and that of the other mother-daughter couple on the bed. They cupped each others’ faces, closed their eyes, and their mouths came together in a tender, sweet, and very passionate kiss.

Tanya licked her lips as mother and daughter finally broke apart, dreamy expressions on their faces. “You love your little girl, don’t you, Fiola? Really love her.”

Fiola turned to her. “Oh, yes. Now I — Now I understand how much I love her.” She turned to her daughter, stroking her face as she smiled. “How much I want to love her. How about you, honey…?”

“I love you, too, Mommy,” the adolescent said, stroking her mother’s face, touching her lips. “You’re so beautiful. I want to touch you so much… ” They gently kissed, then opened their eyes and smiled at each other. “I love kissing you, Mommy. I could just do it… ” She closed her eyes and pressed her lips to her mother’s, and Tanya watched as the little girl licked at Fiola’s mouth, “…forever.” And with that, Rebekah seemed to melt into her mother’s arms, offering herself up to the woman who had given her life.

Fiola and Rebekah clung to each other, kissing passionately, and Tanya felt their lust grow.

“Do you love each other… like that?” she purred, indicating Solan and Mondra, still eating each other’s cunts on the bed.

Fiola and Rebekah, holding and caressing each other, watched mother and daughter make love. Then Fiola turned to her child with a loving smile. “Would you like to do that with me, Rebekah?”

The little girl tossed her hair back. “Yes!” she gasped, her eyes flashing with excitement. “Do you want to?”

“I do,” Fiola nodded, and smiled. “I want to love you like that, baby. So much.”

Rebekah kissed her, hard, tongue quickly flashing into her mother’s mouth for emphasis. “Love me, Mommy. Love me like Mondra loves her mother. I want — I want to be yours.”

“Let’s get closer,” Fiola breathed, her eyes flicking from the other mother-daughter couple to her own little girl, “and see how they’re doing it.”

Tanya eagerly watched as the woman and her child daughter got onto the bed next to Solan and Mondra, the two incestuous lovers still locked in a wet, hot sixty-nine. Fiola’s eyes glowed as brightly as Rebekah’s, and she tenderly cupped her child’s breasts.

Rebekah’s breathing was so ragged, her color so high, Tanya wondered how the girl could keep from leaping on her mother in that instant. “I’ve never seen women make love before,” she breathed.

Fiola stroked the hair from her daughter’s forehead. “Me either. I never… never knew incest could be so… ” She bit her lip. “So good.”

“Is that what this is, Mommy?” and the little girl turned her head to look into her mother’s eyes. “Incest?”

“Lesbian incest,” her mother whispered, bending to kiss her child’s forehead. “Mother… and daughter.”

“Daughter,” and Rebekah offered her mouth up, her eyes closed, “and mother. Love me, Mommy.”

They kissed passionately as Tanya stood over them, two fingers deep in her own pussy as she watched them make out, Rebekah atop her mother next to the sixty-nining Solan and Mondra. Then Rebekah turned her body around to face Fiola’s feet.

Now lying on their sides, Fiola and Rebekah reached for one another’s hips as they parted their thighs… and mother and daughter pressed their hungry mouths to the wet and secret places where their lust was blooming. The happy sigh they both gave as they began to kiss each other’s pussy, then lick, then tongue one another deep inside… the joy of watching Rebekah and Fiola exploring, enjoying their bodies… it made Tanya’s pussy throb.

Side by side, mistresses and servants, two mother-daughter couples — making love to one another for the first time, reveling in their forbidden passions, the pleasures of their wet cunts, their asses, their breasts… and oh, how they loved it!

They loved it! Tanya could almost sob at the beauty of it. These feelings were not perverted, were not deranged or bad — they had been deepened… and Mondra licked her mother’s anus with as much devotion and care as Rebekah showed in her tender nuzzling of her mother’s clitoris.

The deep maternal love Solan had for Mondra was just as much there as before, only now it was with her tongue buried deep inside her beautiful blue-eyed daughter, and was equally as sweet and tender as Fiola’s pressing of her mouth into Rebekah’s entire hairless slit and lapping her, over and over again, from clit to asshole, loving the taste of her daughter, loving the way their daughters pleasured them, their tenderness blending seamlessly into lust, fanning the flames of their need for the women who bore them, the children they bore, now the lovers who sucked their cunts and touched their skin and loved them, loved them as child, as mother, as sweet incestuous lovers.

The feeling they gave off was more than lust, more than mere passion. This new love they had for each other merged seamlessly, blended effortlessly with the old… so it was no longer such a different thing for mother to peck her daughter on the cheek, or to fuck her mouth with a loving tongue. No different to touch her hand, or to hold her naked sweaty body close, teasing her nipples with playful little bites. All the same to hug her and to kiss her with her mouth full of the sweet taste of her pussy, trading her own flavor back, sweet and thick. Love and lust were one and the same, only a small distance apart. A pat on her fanny could be a wet finger deep in her ass. A kiss hello could be the prelude to undressing her, falling to her knees and licking her sugary pudenda.

Tanya felt the room pulsing with the precious love of mother and daughter, for all mothers and daughters, loving each other with little kisses and fingers buried deep in hungry orifices, sharing soul-shattering orgasms — oh yes! Like that one!

As in a dream, Tanya watched the four of them come apart, and then, with smiles and caresses and deep tongue kisses, Mondra kissed and stroked the tits of Fiola, and Solan clasped little Rebekah in her hands, covering the little girl’s mouth with her own.

She watched smiling as a cooing Fiola nestled her face into Mondra’s open crotch as Solan sank her tongue deep into Rebekah’s hairless quim. The daughters ended up side by side as their mothers tongue-fucked them, their hands touching, then they shyly linked fingers. They smiled at each other, almost lost in the deep maternal lust they felt, then they moved together and kissed, softly, like young girls ought to, their little tongues playing together… then locking their lips together in close, sweet passion.

Tanya felt soft arms wind around her body, and turned into Song’s embrace. The High Priestess’ mouth sought hers, and Tanya reached down to cup Song’s ass while they kissed. Their naked bodies pressed together, Song grinding her thigh against Tanya’s throbbing, wet pussy.

Breaking their kiss, Tanya glanced over Song’s shoulder as Mondra eagerly rolled Fiola onto her back, dipping her face between the woman’s legs to eat her cunt, while Rebekah did the same with Solan… and now it was the daughters holding the mothers’ thighs wide, mouths pressed to their pussies, and now it was Fiola who opened her eyes to look down, then at Rebekah licking Solan, then at Solan, smiling at her, reaching for her hand.

They held hands tenderly, looking deep into each other’s eyes. It was Fiola who said, “I love you,” to the other mother, and Solan who replied, “I love you, too!” They moved to kiss, a soft, mother-to-mother kiss that spoke of how fine and good their newfound lust for their daughters was… and now, for one another.

Their desire grew, and grew… and suddenly Fiola had Solan on her back and was kissing her, then trailed her tongue down the cook’s body before settling down to feast on Solan’s pussy.

The two daughters watched, holding hands, then they looked into each other’s eyes. They leaned close to kiss, eyes open, softly, tentatively — then they grinned, and giggled, and kissed hotly, groaning, before their hands stole between one another’s thighs to fondle their adolescent slits. The two young girls lay back together, arranging their bodies so Rebekah was on the bottom, her mouth deep in Mondra’s open cunt, and Mondra feasted on the wet pussy of the thirteen-year-old as avidly as her mother ate out Fiola.

Song, somehow knowing that Tanya needed to see the incest that unfolded before her fevered gaze, knelt behind the teenage girl and began planting soft, sweet kisses on her buttocks. Tanya purred happily, then inhaled sharply as the High Priestess gently parted her cheeks and pressed her tongue into the girl’s ass crack, eagerly rimming her.

Head spinning from Song’s loving attentions, Tanya watched the passionate games that daughters and mothers played before her on the bed. Hands felt for hands, caressed faces pressed between parted thighs, sweat-glazed breasts brushed together, naked women and girls moving and melting into each other. Fiola was eating Rebekah, who was lapping hungrily at Mondra, who was eating her mother, who was licking Fiola. A closed chain of love.

Suddenly all four women shuddered, exploding together in a torrential four-way orgasm… and Tanya gasped to feel how powerful it was, how heavily it shook her, like an ocean wave crashing her into a seawall.

Rebekah moaned, “Oh, Mommy, I’m coming!”

“YES, baby!” Fiola panted, tossing a sweaty strand of hair from her face. “Come for Mommy!”

“Oh — oh — oh, Mommy! Mommy, I love you!”

“I love you, Mama,” Mondra panted, squeezing her mother’s breast.

“Oh, honey,” Solan moaned, “this is heavenly,” nibbling at her daughter’s lips, then claiming Mondra’s mouth in a hungry kiss.

“It’s so wonderful,” Fiola panted, “I just sucked my baby daughter’s sweet little pussy, then she licked me… and — and it still isn’t enough. I want to make love to her again — what about you, baby?” She kissed Rebekah’s little thirteen-year-old mouth, her tongue emerging to lick around the little girl’s pussy-wet lips.

“I want to fuck you again, Mommy,” Rebekah moaned, cuddling her tits. “I love doing this — I love making you come!”

Song rose from her kneeling position at Tanya’s ass, and drew the young redhead into her arms, kissing her hungrily. “It’s… it’s all because of you!” she gasped happily, holding Tanya’s face to her breast. “Sweet, sweet, precious child of Venus! You make us all realize the power of love…”

Dizzy with possibility, hungry from Song’s kisses, fired by the sight of beautiful girls and women making love around her, Tanya could only moan happily.

The End

by Author Unknown

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

All right, site detectives… can anyone find the original of this one? The basic plot is the same, though I gave it a major coat of polish.

***

I took off Erin’s jeans and panties together, eager for her. She giggled and kept her legs closed, teasing me. Kneeling between her legs, I eased them apart, revealing her pussy, cooing as the scent of her excitement wafted to my nose. Her hair was very fine on her mound, sparse and light brown. I kissed one knee, then the other, nuzzling my way down her thighs as she opened them wide for me.

I saw the ring then, small and golden, nestled between her pussy lips. I dipped my head and ran my tongue between her lips as she opened, tasting her. Moaning, she rolled her hips, her fingers in my hair, urging me to her as my teeth closed on the ring and pulled. She could tell that I was excited by my discovery by the way my tongue moved as I kissed her wetness.

“Oh, Jenny,” she moaned, her fingers tightening in my hair. I flicked her ring with my tongue. “Have you ever seen anyone pierced like this before?”

I knew I shouldn’t have said it, but blurted it out anyway. The good wine, the heady excitement of sex, the taste of her… all combined to cloud my senses.

“Only my mom,” I said.

Her body stilled under my kisses. I licked at her, my tongue lightly brushing her clit.

“Your mom?” Her voice was thick, no longer passionate, but I was not sure what else it was. “Your mother is pierced? And you — you’ve seen her?”

I let my nod answer, licking her, not wanting the mood to change, wanting to make love with her, hoping she would not be shocked, knowing she was anyway.

But there were lots of reasons a daughter might know her mother wore a gold ring in her clitoris. Nude beaches. Casual bathroom scenes. Any number of things.

Or the daughter could have been lying naked between her mother’s thighs and kissing her cunt, just as I was now with Erin.

I had met Erin just that day. I saw her and wanted her and within moments of talking to her, I knew she wanted me too. I am tall and well-rounded, blonde and blue-eyed, and easily attract attention. Just like my mother.

These things went through my mind as I licked Erin, trying to bring her mind back to lovemaking. She was too curious — or freaked out? — to let me, though.

“How… I mean, when…” She had to ask.

I moved from between her legs and lay down next to her. Softly, I kissed her lips, seeing her eyes were open. Sighing, I decided I had nothing to lose by being honest. Either she would be totally turned off or it would excite her… so I finally spoke.

“Erin, my mother and I are very close.”

She let me kiss her, then pulled away to look at me. “How close?”

My fingers moved between her legs, toying with the ring. “Very close.”

“Oh, God,” she murmured–partly with shock, partly because of my fingers. “You’re… you’re kidding, right?”

“No,” I answered simply, kissing her ardently as I lay next to her, easing a finger inside her cunt.

“You have — have made love with your…”

“Yes,” I answered, punctuating my answer by pushing my finger into her even deeper.

“Oh, God.”

I stopped her from saying more by covering her mouth with mine, letting my body speak to hers, wanting to bring her back into the moment, the touch of my fingers moving in and out of her, the sweet taste of my lips on her own, the warmth of my body against hers.

Erin whimpered under me, and I could sense her excitement returning, building. She arched her back, pressing her slender body to mine, her sex onto my finger as her tongue slipped into my mouth. Then she broke the kiss and gazed at me, lips parted and breathing heavily. “Oh, Jenny,” she sighed, “that excites me.”

In a moment I was sure of it as she pushed me back onto the bed, trailing kisses down my body, biting each nipple a little harder than just for pure pleasure, then moving down, down between my long legs, touching my clit with her lips, then suddenly licking my pussy gently. Her tongue was hot and playful and I squirmed, raising my arms over my head and palming my breasts and their hard nipples. It was sheer delight.

“Jenny,” she said, pausing in her licking, “tell me.”

Tell her. Tell her how I became my mother’s lover. As if it were that easy.

***

Delia is an amazing woman. She was seventeen when I was born, thirty-three when we first made love. Free-spirited and uninhibited, she began playing with other women when quite young, then with men later.

She was married, briefly, before she met my father. When they did meet, the sparks flew, so she left her husband and took up with Dad and another woman named Tina, a ménage a trois that kept them quite happy for a few years. They broke up, then she reunited with Tina on my fifteenth birthday.

Shortly after I was born, Mom decided to go to graduate school to study advanced design. She supported us by becoming a nude model. Mom had been featured before in a men’s magazine, and her sister had done two porn movies. It wasn’t like any of the women in my family were very shy about showing off their bodies.

I gazed deep into Erin’s expectant eyes as she ate me, then took a deep breath.

“We were doing a modeling shoot,” I began. “A mother and daughter thing. Nude.”

“Totally nude?” asked Erin, pausing in her licking, the uncertainty and awe clear in her voice.

“Not a stitch,” I nodded. “I’d modeled before, but this was the first time I’d ever done a shoot naked.” God, her tongue was so wonderful, such a delight. I lowered my hands and ran my fingers through her hair as my other hand lightly caressed my breasts.

“The photographer had the stylist braid our hair together for some of the shots, so we couldn’t move apart at all. The photos themselves weren’t sexual, really, they were more artistic… but I felt incredibly aroused anyhow — because the slightest movement would cause my breast to touch hers, or her naked hip to brush mine. Anyway, there was a lot of our skin touching one another. And we had our arms around each other most of the time.”

“Oh, God,” Erin murmured, laying her head on my shoulder and caressing my breast. “This is so turning me on.” She nestled her face into my shoulder for a moment, then bent her lips to my nipple and let her hand play across my mound, fingers teasing my clit. Her slim thighs found one of mine and pulled it up tight to press against her sex. “Tell me more.”

“Well, at first, we tried not to brush against one another more than we could help,” I breathed, “but it felt so good when we did that we… well, we kinda started brushing our bodies together on purpose.” I inhaled sharply as Erin lightly teased my clit with her finger. “Not too much, just enough so no one at the session would notice. We kept giving each other these big naughty smiles, like we were totally getting away with something. Mmmm, that feels so nice, Erin.” I sighed deeply as she touched me, savoring the thrill of her lips on my nipple.

“Once we were done, the photographer had hired a limo to take us home… and after the shoot, we threw on our clothes and slipped into the back seat, kind of flushed and very aroused. Neither of us had put on our panties or bras, we just tucked them into our bags… so we were both completely naked under our dresses. I was feeling hotter than a pistol, knowing I was going to get myself off as soon as I got home and to my room.”

Erin nuzzled my neck as her finger slid in and out of me. I was on fire, both from her touch and knowing how much it was turning her on to hear about my first time with Mom. I’d never told anyone before, and found myself getting deeper and deeper into the idea of sharing the memory with a lover.

“I glanced over at Mom at some point and was kinda surprised to see her with her hand between her legs, touching her pussy. It was such a sexy sight that I think I gasped out loud. But what really surprised me was that she didn’t stop fingering herself after I caught her. In fact, she spread her legs even wider, putting herself on display for me. She had such a… such a bad-girl expression on her face, I can still picture it.”

I sucked in my breath again as her finger pumped my dripping cunt. “I couldn’t just sit there and watch her anymore — so I slid across the seat to her. As I did, the hem of my dress caught and rode up my legs until my pussy was showing.”

Erin giggled. “You slut,” She withdrew from me, running her wet fingers through my pubes.

“Hush, now… we’re getting to the good part. Mom sat up as I came near her, just… looking at me. Now, I’d been nude with her nearly all day, and she’d seen me without clothes thousands of times before. But this was different and we both knew it… and she was turned on. I was too. So I came close and kissed her on the mouth — not a daughter’s kiss to her mother, but a real kiss, a kiss of passion.”

Erin kissed me hungrily to let me know that she knew exactly what I meant, then moved again, making her way down between my breasts. “Go on.” Her soft brown hair tickled my skin.

“As we kissed, I ran my fingers up her leg, up her bare thigh. I felt her pressing into me, wanting it as much as I did. I still remember how wet her cunt was the first time I touched her there. Her mouth opened and she gasped, then whispered, ‘I love you, Jennifer.’ I smiled and said that I loved her too, and her thighs opened wide for me. We kissed again, my fingers opening her cunt, and she wrapped her arms around me as I made love to her.”

“Damn…” Erin breathed, pausing to trail her tongue over my tummy.

“Mmmm… Okay, so I was working my fingers in and out of her, and then I felt her hand between my legs, caressing my pussy. Oh, Erin…” I purred happily as she trailed a line of soft kisses down my body. My head spun, but I continued, knowing how hot my story was making her. “She had just slipped the tip of her finger inside me when, all of a sudden, the limo stopped outside our house.” I giggled, remembering. “Oh, man, was that a shock! We had to get about ten seconds to get ourselves apart and covered up before the driver opened the door.”

“Wow,” Erin said again. “Did he catch you?” She was teasing me with feather-light kisses, brushing her lips all around my cunt without actually touching me there.

“No,” I grinned wickedly, “but the car reeked of pussy, so who knows what he was thinking?”

“So… what then?”

“Oh, we got inside as fast as we could scoot ourselves– and as soon as the front door closed behind us, Mom pushed me back against it and kissed me, hard. I remember sucking on her tongue. Then she knelt at my feet, tore off my skirt, and put her hands on my ass, pulled me forward just a bit… and the next thing I felt was her mouth on my cunt.”

“Wow,” Erin said, “that must have been incredible.”

“It was,” I gasped as her tongue traced slowly along my labia. “I’d never been licked or even touched there by someone else, and Mom was so good at it. She only had to eat my pussy for a minute or two before I was coming so hard I nearly fell over.”

“Wow,” Erin said again.

“Then she kissed me again, and I could taste my pussy all over her lips and tongue. It had me hot all over again, and I knew I had to do that to her — lick her the same way.”

“God, this is making me crazy,” she murmured into my pubes.

“I started tearing her clothes off. I ripped her skirt, but she only laughed. Anyhow, once she was naked I just started making out with Mom like I was possessed — groping her, biting her, kissing again and again… I had my way with her for awhile, got her so hot she was hyperventilating. Then I was between her thighs and nuzzling her. I’d never eaten pussy before, but somehow I knew exactly how to please a woman — how to please her. It was fucking incredible.”

“Make love to me, Jenny,” Erin whispered, moving up my body to kiss me sweetly. “Like you would make love with her.”

I sat up, taking the lead, rolling Erin onto her back.

“Oh, Mom,” I murmured in her ear as I ran my hand up her thigh to touch her ring again. I threw my thigh over hers as she moaned in pleasure, my other hand cupping her  breast, feeling her nipple stiffen against my palm. God, how it stirred my memory to think of how my mother’s breast felt through her blouse that first time I touched her.

My hungry mouth found Erin’s — and as we kissed, I pulled at her ring, just as I had with my mother on that incredible day seven years ago.

“Oh, Jennifer,” Erin cried out, trying to lift her hips, even with me on top of her. “You did that to her, to your mother, your own mother, you pulled her pussy ring?”

She knew the answer. But hearing me say so would excite her. “Yes, I played with her ring, lover. I pulled it like this…” and I demonstrated, “and turned it like this.” Erin cried out again, louder this time. I love noisy women.

“And then,” I whispered, moving down her body, “I did this.” I began to nibble her clit.

Erin’s trembling hands came down to rest on my head, her fingers lacing into my hair. “Do you still make love to her? Do you… is she still…”

My tongue moved with her, into her, the ring teased and toyed with. I could sense her impending release as she moved with me, her pussy opening to my kiss.

“Yes, Erin,” I breathed. ”She is still my lover.” I slipped two fingers deep into her. “My mother is a very desirable woman.”

“Oh, God, so is her daughter,” Erin moaned. “Oh, God!” She came explosively, gasping and crying out, arching her body.

“Want to meet her? I am sure she would like you… very much.”

“Yessssssss,” my pretty young lover hissed.

I kissed her sweetly… then rolled over onto my back, my legs open to her, eager for her touch.

The End