Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JetBoy

Friday 21st January, 1966

Mommy woke me up with a kiss. I put my arms around her neck and kissed her back with my tongue. Then her mouth kind of slid down my neck and went between my titties. I loved feeling her lips on my nipples. It made me laugh when she gave them little play bites.

Her hand went down until it was between my legs. I was holding my breath waiting for Mommy to use her fingers on me. But then she didnt do it! She just smiled at me and touched the tops of my legs instead. I was wiggling around under her and wanting so bad to feel her fingers. Then she did touch me down there. I made happy sounds in her mouth while she kissed me, and pretty soon I was coming.

I hugged her after and told her she was the best Mommy a girl could have. She gave me a funny smile and looked right at me as she lay down and pulled up her skirt.

She wasnt wearing panties! Her legs went apart to show me her pussy. I stared at her lovely curly hair and the shiny pink parts of her. It was like a pretty flower in the morning when it’s all wet with dew.

She said, You know what to do, Susie. Her voice was so soft.

My hand was all shaky when I put it on her leg. Mommy’s skin was warm and smooth. When my fingers touched her dark curly hair I thought my heart would burst, my chest felt so tight.

Her hand showed me where to go, she helped me find her hole. I knew what she wanted. I put two fingers into her, feeling them go inside her body. She was so juicy and hot in there!

She said, Put them in all the way. Mommy had opened her top, and I could see her titties go up and down when she breathed. I wanted to kiss them.

I pushed my fingers as deep into Mommy’s pussy as they would go. She said, Now move them in and out. Her voice was all funny like she was running fast. I did what she told me, my arm moving back and forth. Her pussy got really wet, much more than I do.

I guess she was really excited cause she came right then, shivering all over like the room was cold, it wasn’t though. She was moaning and breathing hard, and I just kept sliding my fingers in and out like she wanted. Then she put her hand on top of mine, asking me to stop cause she had enough.

I was thrilled and VERY proud. I had made Mommy come all by myself!!

Thank you angel, she said, smiling at me before giving me a mouth open kiss. I stuck my tongue into her mouth to play with hers, and we kissed for a long time before moving apart.

Then Mommy did something that really suprised me. She brought my hand up to her face and licked my wet fingers! I’m sure my mouth was hanging open while I watched her taste her pussy. I never would of thought of doing something like that, but she sure looked like she was enjoying it.

She let my hand go with a little kiss and smiled at me. I wanted to taste too, so I raised my fingers to my mouth and licked one.

Last year at Christmas Mommy had been drinking wine and I asked her for a sip. The taste of her pussy is kind of like wine. Strong and sweet with a smell that made my head feel light. I liked it.

Then Mommy gave me a serious look and told me that I cant tell anyone at all about what we just did, specially Daddy. She said that it had to be our special secret or we couldnt make love any more.

My heart started beating fast when she said that. I didnt think about it until then, but that’s what we had been doing. Making love. Its funny how I only understood it when Mommy said the words.

Tomorrow Mommy is taking me back to the ladies shop. She says they have more panties and things.

I keep putting my fingers in my mouth to get more of the taste of Mommy’s pussy. Its pretty much gone now, but I can still smell her a little bit.

I wonder if I taste like her? I think after I close this and turn out the light, I’ll touch myself and find out if I do or not.

*****

Saturday 22nd January, 1966

The shop hadnt changed since our last visit, though I had so many new things happen since then that it seemed different any how. Like before, Miss Decker put the CLOSED sign up in the window and locked the door shut. Then she took my hand and brought Mommy and me into the little back room.

She asked how I was when we sat down, smiling at me. But it was Mommy who answered her, and she made my face go red as she told Miss Decker about how much I was growing.

Like last time, Mommy told me to stand and take all my clothes off so Miss Decker could measure me again. She did, then said that my breasts had grown a bit since the last time! Mommy drew me to her and kissed my mouth before telling me what a lovely woman I was going to be. Her hand touched my nipples, and it made me tingle.

Miss Decker got out a new set of bras and panties for us, and like last time I marched around in all the different things just like a fashion model. I didnt mind at all being naked in front of them, and I loved it when they reached out to touch me sometimes.

Mommy picked out three new pairs of bras and panties for me. Then she told me she needed to talk to Miss Decker, and for me to go out to the front of the store and wait for her there.

I went out with the bag of all my new things and sat in a chair that was by a table full of grown up panties. After I waited for a few minutes, I saw a clock that said it was almost 4. That’s when my favorite radio show is on, called The British Are Coming. They play lots of the songs from England that I like, the Hollies and the Beatles and Jerry and the Pacemakers and stuff like that. I thought I could maybe listen to the radio in the car, so I went to ask Mommy if she would let me have the keys.

When I touched the doorknob to the back room, I heard Mommy gasp, and I stopped right where I was. Instead of walking in I opened the door just a little to peek in and see what was going on.

I couldn’t believe what I saw! Mommy was standing with one foot on a chair, just wearing her top and nothing else. Miss Decker was on her knees and her face was in Mommy’s pussy, kissing her down there!

I watched for a long time, feeling it get all warm between my legs. Mommy was rubbing her titties through her top that was half open, with one hand. The other hand was holding Miss Decker’s head to her pussy.

Then she suddenly threw her head back, crying out Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! before she went all stiff, biting on her lip when she came. Her face was beautiful when she did it.

Then Miss Decker got up, and she and Mommy kissed for a long time, using their tongues. I felt a shiver when I knew they were tasting Mommy’s pussy together.

Then Mommy turned around and pushed Miss Decker back against the wall, really hard. I was so suprised that I made a little squeak, but I was lucky and they didnt hear me. Mommy lifted Miss Decker’s dress and reached up under it, touching her pussy the way she did mine. Miss Decker moaned, and Mommy made her be quiet with a kiss.

I wanted to touch myself while I watched them make love, but decided not to move. I didnt want to get caught.

Miss Decker must have been very excited cause she came quick, breathing hard and her body shaking all over. Mommy took her hand from under Miss Decker’s dress and my heart beat even faster when I saw her lick her fingers. They kissed more, speaking softly in between kisses. I tried to hear, but couldnt.

Then Mommy started to button up the front of her dress, and then I knew that she was about to leave. I had to move fast before she saw me!

I grabbed my bags and ran out of the store and got in the car. I was there waiting when Mommy got there like nothing had happened.

I keep thinking about Miss Decker kissing Mommy’s pussy. It seems kind of icky, putting your mouth where someone pees from. But Mommy liked it so much that I guess it has to feel really good.

*****

Monday 24th January, 1966

I was already awake when Mommy came to me this morning. We kissed for a long time, then we touched each others pussies until we both came together. That was amazing!

After that I asked if I could kiss and suck on her nipples, like she did to me the other day.

Mommy said that of course I could. She lay me down in her lap with her breasts in to my face and offered me one. I took a nipple into my mouth and nursed from my mother, like I was a baby again. I really liked that. Then we kissed some more until I had to get ready for school.

Claire got to see me in my pretty new underthings today. I showed off for her, turning so she could see how with my new panties you could see almost half of my bottom. She smiled and said she wanted to have me over to play again.

I want to kiss her REALLY bad. If I dont chicken out, I’m gonna try to the next time I’m over at her house.

*****

Tuesday 25th January, 1966

Mommy woke me, smiling down and brushing my hair back with her fingers. I grinned and rolled over on my back, ready for her.

Hows my little angel? she asked me.

I giggled and pulled the covers away, surprising her when she saw that I was completely naked! I had decided not to wear a nightie or panties to bed any more. I could tell Mommy liked that.

I loved it when she looked me up and down with a look in her eyes like she wanted to do something sexy. I opened my legs for her, putting my hand on my pussy and gently touching it. I wanted her to see.

She said, Let Mommy do that for you.

It felt so nice with Mommy fingering me. I came really fast, and hard too. Then we snuggled and I thanked her for making me feel so good. Then I gave her a hot mouth open kiss with my tongue. I wanted to touch her pussy, too, but there wasnt time.

*****

Wednesday 26th January, 1966

Claire and I played together today at school. But during lunch I couldnt stand it any more. I took her behind the bike shed and pushed her against the wooden wall.

Have you ever kissed another girl? I asked her.

She shook her head and licked her lips with a sort of funny look on her face.

Would you like to try? I asked.

With you? she whispered.

I nodded, and I felt all hot and crazy inside when she nodded too.

It started sort of shy, our lips hardly touching. But then it grew and grew until we were hugging each other as our tongues moved together. It was cold out, but kissing her made me feel hot all over.

Her hips were pushing mine. I wanted to touch her between the legs but I wasnt sure if Claire would want it.

We stopped before anyone else came around and caught us, and then Claire said she would come over soon for dinner. Both of us were blushing and really, really happy!

I’m going to ask Mommy if Claire can come home with me after school and have supper with us Friday night. Wow, just thinking about Claire and me naked and in my bed, is getting my panties wet. I wonder what Mommy would do if she caught us doing stuff together? She wouldnt mind, I bet.

*****

Thursday 27th January, 1966

Mommy and I were cuddling together this morning all warm and naked after making love, and I asked her if I could have Claire spend the night on Friday. She smiled and said yes.

Later a card arrived in the post, a valentine. Its my very first one, and I know I blushed when I opened it.

It was so sweet! She wrote about how she thought I was beautiful, and how she loved the time we spent together at school. I knew she meant when we kissed the other day, and that made me feel warm all over.

Mommy laughed and asked who it was from. I told her, It’s a secret, but I let her see it anyway.

She gave me a BIG smile when she read the card, and asked me if Claire was my girlfriend now. I told her that I didn’t know but hoped so. Mommy hugged me then and said she was proud of me, and how glad she was that I wanted to be with Claire instead of some boy. Girls are better, she said.

I asked her if that was how she felt, why she was with Daddy instead of a woman?

Mommy told me that she did love Daddy, but she just loves women more. Also without him she couldnt have had me, and she loved me most of all! I had to give her a big kiss when she told me that.

Before leaving for school I made Claire a valentine where I wrote about how pretty she is, and how much I like her. I wanted to write about wanting to see her with all her clothes off, but I decided not to in case her mom or somebody reads it.

Claire squealed and hugged me tight when I gave her the valentine. I invited her to come over tomorrow afternoon and stay for supper. We were both so excited that we could hardly talk, just look at each other and giggle like we were sharing the best secret in the whole world!

We snuck away to the top of the field at lunchtime, hid behind the hedge and kissed. I touched her titties too, which made her blush. I liked feeling her, and I like her letting me do it. I told Claire about wanting to see her with no clothes on, and she just wrapped her arms round me and whispered, I want to see you too.

I cant wait for tomorrow.

*****
Friday 28th January, 1966

Mommy came in early and got in bed with me. I love cuddling her, kissing while her big round titties touch mine. Her hands moved all over my legs and my bottom, then she pushed my legs open so she could touch my pussy. I was wet and ready for her, and she put a finger inside me, rolling it around until she made me come.

I was still breathing hard when Mommy asked me to tell more about Claire. My face got warm then, but I told her how we kissed and I touched her titties and how I wanted to do everything to Claire that I learned from her.

Mommy kissed my cheek and said she thought that was very sweet. Then she reminded me to keep our secret and be careful not to tell Claire any thing about what she and I do together. Mommies and their little girls arent sposed to make love, she told me.

I said, But we do, dont we?

She hugged me to her and whispered, We do, angel. The way she said that made me feel so happy I thought I might cry. But I didnt let myself. I’m too old for that.

Then she layed back and opened her legs wide for me, showing her pussy. I bent over to kiss her titties as I put my hand on it, feeling how wet she was. Its like heaven, sucking Mommy’s nipples while I push my fingers in and out of her. I love the way her nipples get so big in my mouth!

Soon she was wiggling on the bed, calling out my name and saying how much she loves me while I made her come. She got pretty loud too.

After she came, she said I was getting better and better every day at making love. I was so proud!

School seemed to last forever yesterday, but the bell finaly rang and we were free. When I saw Claire waiting for me outside she grabbed my hand and we ran nearly all the way to my house.

I invited her inside and introduced Claire to Mommy, who took her hand and said she was happy to meet her. I knew she thought Claire was pretty, and that made me even more excited!

I told Mommy we were going up to my room to play and we ran up stairs. I closed the door behind us. I was dying to touch her all day, and now we were together with no one else there. It felt as if I was about to burst, I was so excited!

Sitting on my bed we kissed really long and deep with our tongues playing. She put both her arms round my neck, and I hugged her too. Then she fell back on the bed and I was on top of her, opening up her shirt.

I put my hand inside and felt her titties, and how when my fingers touch her nipples they get bigger. That hot feeling was starting in my panties again, and all I could think was how I wanted a good look at Claire with her clothes off.

Can I see them? I asked Claire after our kiss stopped. She said I could!

It was so nice to watch Claire take off her school shirt, then her training bra. She was a little bit shy, her cheeks were pink when she dropped her things on the floor. Then she stood there letting me have a good long look at her. She’s even prettier than I thought!

I didnt even think about it, I just bent down and licked at her nipple, making Claire squeal cause she was so suprised. I took one in my mouth and sucked on it, the way Mommy likes to do to me.

Claire was breathing hard and holding my face to her titties. I licked and sucked her nipples for a good long time. Then I sat up and took off my top and my bra.

I was dying to feel her mouth on me. I said, Do it to me now.

Then I was lying on my back watching her bend down, then closing my eyes when her mouth covered my nipple. It felt so good! Then her hand touched my other titty, and I started to rub my legs together cause my pussy felt hot. I held her head to me and the good feelings got bigger and bigger.

I couldnt wait any longer, I wanted to do everything with Claire. I pushed her away and I stood up. I was breathing hard and shaking all over. Take your clothes off, I said while I was tearing off my skirt. All I could think about was that I needed to be naked for Claire.

She stared at me for a little bit, then she was undressing too. I kicked my panties away, and I saw her eyes get big as she looked at my pussy.

Then Claire took her own panties off, and I was excited when she showed me her pussy. She was just starting to grow some hair down there, more than me. It looked soft and pretty.

I told her to lay down. Claire did what I said and spread her legs apart, watching me when I looked at her down there. Her pussy was all wet, and open.

She asked me what I was going to do, and acted all shy when she said that. Covering her pussy with both hands.

I didnt answer her. I couldnt. I got on the bed and climbed on top of her and we kissed using our tongues. Then I turned around and got between her legs and started doing what Aunt Evie did to Mommy that time I got to watch them make love. I put my pussy to Claire’s and moved on her, rubbing our girl parts together. She looked a little scared at first, but it felt so nice that she started pushing back.

We watched each other while we were doing it, and our eyes were really wide like we couldnt believe that it could be so good. But it was. The feelings were getting big down deep in my belly. We were both slippery wet, and sort of fighting to get closer together. Our hands were pulling hard and we huffed and puffed, trying so hard to get there.

When it did come it felt like fireworks blowing up. I was pushing into Claire, holding her tight. And she was making funny sounds in my ear, moving under me while it was happening to her. Then we fell away from each other and lay still. We both were breathing hard like we just ran a long way.

She took my hand and squeezed it. That was the best ever, she said.

I turned to Claire and we kissed some more. Then we rested some in each other’s arms. After a while we got up and put all our clothes back on, to be ready for when Mommy called us down for supper.

When I heard Mommy’s voice call I grabbed Claire’s hand. We ran down the stairs together, giggling and making lots of noise.

Mommy smiled at us as we ran into the kitchen. She asked us if we were having fun playing. Then her eyes met mine and I saw that she knew what Claire and I had been doing up stairs, and I could tell that it made her feel excited. It sure did me!

I got a weird thought then. In my head I saw Mommy standing outside my door with a hand up under her dress, touching her pussy while she listened to me and Claire playing sexy games. Then I thought of her coming into the room while we were naked and making love, watching us doing it. THEN I thought about Mommy taking her clothes off and getting on the bed with me and Claire!

All the time we ate, I thought about being with Mommy and Claire at the same time. It made me feel all hot down in my panties, and I couldnt sit still.

Daddy was there for supper, and he was very nice and polite to Claire, though I could tell he was thinking about work like he always is. He is going hunting with his friends tomorrow so maybe his mind is on that too. It’s funny, all the things going on between me and Mommy that Daddy doesnt know about.

I wanted to go back upstairs with Claire again after supper but there wasnt time. But then I got to walk her home, and we snuck behind a big tree to kiss for a while before I said good night.

I’m in bed now, writing about the great day I had. My pussy is all sticky and wet from that idea I had at dinner, about making love to Claire and Mommy at the same time. What REALLY makes me excited is when I think about them kissing and touching each other while I get to watch.

Oh wow, it’s really late! Thats all for tonight.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By JetBoy

I lay with my baby for awhile, letting her doze in my arms, feeling absolutely radiant. I’d done it, actually done it — introduced my precious child to the delights of lesbian love. Had my mother known happiness as all-encompassing as this after she pleasured me for the first time? I would have to ask her. For now, though, I simply held Leslie close, savoring the warmth of her bare body against mine.

But soon I had to start dinner, so with a wistful sigh I carefully extricated myself from Leslie’s embrace, threw on a nightgown and tiptoed down to the kitchen.

I was chopping vegetables about an hour later when Leslie padded into the room… hair tousled, sleepy-eyed and still gloriously naked. The very sight of her had a renewed lust surging hot and wild in the very core of me. Somehow I managed to keep a grip on myself while Leslie and I chatted about school, cartoons, clothes — anything but what she and I had just done together.

Finally, I had all the ingredients in the soup pot and the pot on the stove. Drying my hands, I sat down at the kitchen table, and a smiling Leslie climbed into my lap. Her little mouth found mine, and I nearly swooned as my eight-year-old threw both arms around my neck and kissed me, her tongue darting between my parted lips.

Then she broke away, and all I could see were her eyes, so big and blue. “Mommy,” she whispered, as if we were sharing a secret, “can we play making love some more?”

How could I refuse? Instead, I placed a gentle peck on her smiling mouth and replied, “Yes, honey.” We rose together, Leslie taking my hand to lead me back upstairs.

When we entered the bedroom, I reached for the silken tie to my nightgown, then paused, turning to Leslie instead. “Want to undress me?” I asked her. She nodded, blushing a little bit.

I stood motionless before her, a tempest of desire raging inside me as my daughter slowly opened the gown in front, baring my body. She stood back, studying my nudity as if she’d never seen it before. “You’re so pretty, Mommy,” was all she said before reaching up to push the gauzy material over and off my shoulders, sending my nightie spilling to the floor. She reached to take my hand once more, and we climbed onto the bed together.

And I made love to my darling child again, using mouth, fingers and tongue to coax forth every ounce of pleasure there was to be had from Leslie’s sylph-like body. I touched and tasted her all over, even licked her tiny anus. Soon my baby was coming again, gurgling in ecstasy while I nursed at her clit.

This time, Leslie had no intention of resting afterward. Soon as she’d caught her breath, my adopted daughter sat up, a determined gleam in her big blue eyes that I knew all too well. “Now me, it’s my turn — I get to make love to you!”

Within seconds I was lying flat on my back, a naked and very excited eight-year-old straddling me, the wet warmth of her bare sex grazing my belly. “Love you, Mommy,” Leslie cooed, bending down to kiss me.

I moaned into my baby’s mouth as her tongue flickered like a soft flame over my lips, still moist with her nectar. She drew back, her eyes burning into mine as she tasted, pondered. “Mmmm… is that my pussy?” she murmured.

“It is, sweetheart,” I smiled. “Do you like how it tastes?”

She slowly nodded, breaking into a grin. “Yeah. It’s like — I don’t know, ‘zactly. It’s yummy, though!” And her mouth was on mine again, that marvelous little tongue penetrating my lips. I sucked at it, teasing her.

As abruptly as she had kissed me, Leslie broke away, sliding down to bury her face in my breasts. “I like your titties, Mommy. Will mine be as big an’ nice as yours?”

I chuckled as she licked at my left nipple. “Probably even nicer, honey. We’ll find out in a few years, won’t we?”

But she wasn’t really listening now, lost as she was in showering affection on my tits, exploring them with her hands and mouth. So I simply lay back into the welcoming softness of my pillow and let my daughter love me.

She played with my breasts for a long, lovely while, then descended further, down to my pale tummy. Plastering her mouth just above my navel, she blew hard, making a long, low farting sound, then gave me a mischievous glance.

“Imp,” I murmured affectionately, tousling her hair.

She giggled, then began trailing tiny kisses down my belly — and further. Through the trimmed patch of my pubes and beyond, until she was on her belly between my spread thighs, staring enthralled at my cunt. “I like your pussy, Mommy,” she whispered, tracing the labia with a fingertip.

The lust that hissed and snarled inside me was now at fever pitch — oh God, if Leslie didn’t do something to me soon, I was going to fucking scream!

And just like that, my little girl thrust her face into my sex, eagerly kissing and licking at the wet flesh as if it was a long-promised treat.

Leslie was clumsy, of course, but I showed her how; letting her know what I liked best, encouraging her to explore. Once I directed her to my clitoris, she sucked at it lustily. I had to beg my enthusiastic child to be gentle, then she got the hang of it and nursed at the pink pearl until I was screaming in orgasmic abandon, my frame wracked by relentless jolts of pleasure.

We lay together quietly, our bare bodies entwined in the rosy afterglow. We drifted together now and again to share lazy kisses, our tongues dancing a slow tango of spent passion.

Finally we roused ourselves with a sigh. We took turns brushing our teeth, then I put on fresh clothing, Leslie climbed into the knee-length t-shirt she wore around the house at night, and we traipsed downstairs — me back to the kitchen and soup pot; Leslie to the living room, Bugs Bunny cartoons and her coloring book.

A few minutes later Anna arrived home, greeting me with a kiss. Minutes later, we joined around the table, I dished up bowls of soup and we ate together. Just a normal two-mom family. Only now, we were anything but. I’d stepped over the line that separates mother from child and taken my little girl as a lover. And I intended to have Leslie again, the very next day.

The weeks that followed were a wild whirl of sapphic indulgence in which I seemed to eat, drink and breath sex. I was given to utter abandon during the day while Anna worked, teaching my daughter all there was to know about lesbian love. Then later, after Leslie was tucked in bed, I’d usually give myself to Anna, whose sexual appetite was still quite voracious.

And after rekindling my love affair with Mom on a night of unimaginable passion, we decided to make it a once-a-week thing… with Anna’s blessing. She knew how much it meant to me.

God, it had been incredible to get naked and sweaty with my mother. To me, she was sexy as ever, and still amazing in bed. Only now that I was a grown woman, there was a raw, animal heat to our lovemaking that we’d not experienced before. When I tasted her cunt for the first time in eight years, it felt like coming home. The best part was when Mom got out a strap-on cock and we took turns fucking one another. She even plowed my ass with it, something I’d only allowed Anna to do before. What a night!

Leslie had just turned nine when Anna decided to cash in four weeks of vacation time she’d accumulated. She hadn’t had any real time off for two years, and suddenly she was home all day with me and Leslie.

I felt incredibly guilty for having spent almost six months having sex with our daughter while my lover was hard at work so that she could support us. Anna and I had both enjoyed sex with other women, both separately and in threesomes or lesbian orgies. And of course she knew about me rediscovering my love life with my mother, and approved completely. But I’d been afraid to tell her about what Leslie and I had been doing.

Eventually, though, I sat Anna down and confessed everything. I fought the urge to cry as best I could, but began to shed helpless tears as I told my lover what had happened — that I’d been making love to our daughter. That I had kissed her precious mouth, and penetrated it with my tongue. I described undressing Leslie, sucking her nipples and touching her childish body all over, the way I’d fingered and eaten our child’s pussy and asshole.

Finally, my body trembling with sobs, I told Anna that I had taught little Leslie how to do all those things to me. She’d become quite skilled at oral sex, and I’d even showed her how to make me come by pushing her whole hand into my cunt, working it in and out until I screamed with pleasure.

I told my partner all those things and more, clutching her hand in mine. Anna’s face was bereft of emotion while I poured my heart out to her, my belly a cold, hard knot of fear. Finally, the words ran out, and I fell silent… numb with fear, waiting for the axe to fall.

And miracle of miracles, Anna smiled.

“Oh, babe,” she murmured, her arms encircling my waist, “I’m only surprised you waited so long. The way she flashes that cute little butt around the house, I expected you to coax Leslie into bed before she’d been with us a month.”

I fell into my lover’s arms, weeping with mixed relief and joy.

Anna kissed my tears away, then whispered, “There’s only one thing I want to know, though.”

“Wh-what?” I gasped, still sniffling.

“Well… when do I get invited to join this little sex club of yours?”

My heart began to race in anticipation. “Tomorrow’s Saturday,” I replied. “No school tomorrow. I think we might let Leslie stay up late tonight.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Anna grinned. She stood and stretched. “I’m gonna take a shower.” Bending to kiss me, she turned and exited the room, unbuttoning her top as she went.

As for me, I took a deep, calming breath before going to our little girl’s room and telling her the news. I smiled to myself as I climbed the stairs, knowing how happy she would be that Mommy Anna was going to play the Make Love Game with us. That’s what Leslie and I called it.

That night, after dinner, we left the dishes to soak for a change. Leslie, her head held proudly, marched up the stairs to our bedroom. Anna and I brought up the rear, sharing thrilled glances between us.

When we entered the room, Leslie stood before us, her eyes dancing with excitement, then raced into her Mommy Anna’s arms. My lover knelt to embrace our little girl, then their lips came together in a motherly kiss that quickly became heated, passionate. Then Leslie turned to me. “Mommy,” she squeaked, “come kiss with us!”

I joined my lover and daughter in a sweet, loving tangle of arms, hands and lips. We shared sexy kisses back and forth, then began to undress one another. First Anna and I took all of our little girl’s clothes off, then Leslie helped get her mommies naked. Then our little girl bounded onto the bed, where she jumped up and down. “Let’s play, let’s play!”

Anna crawled toward Leslie in a cat-like fashion, making growly tiger noises. Leslie giggled behind her knuckles, then shrieked with delight as Anna lunged, taking her down to the bed. They stared into each other’s eyes, then their mouths came together once more. I watched them, enthralled at the sight of my child kissing her mother, that little pink tongue languidly circling Anna’s lips.

Finally they gently broke apart, and Anna gave our daughter a warm smile. “I want to lick you now, precious,” she whispered. “Will you let Mommy do that to you?”

Nibbling her lower lip, a wide-eyed Leslie nodded.

Soon Leslie was straddling Anna’s face, letting Mommy taste her pussy. God, it was such a thrill to see my lover pleasuring our daughter so sweetly, her tongue licking and probing at Leslie’s babyish crack.

Wanting to join in the lovemaking, I crawled onto the bed, now determined to give pleasure to my wonderful, devoted wife while she went down on our little girl.

I knelt beside Anna, pausing to gaze down at her voluptuous body taking in every inch of its beauty. Her skin, so smooth and creamy. Her full, womanly hips. Her scrumptious belly button, nestled in that firm, yet angel-soft tummy. Her perfectly sculpted thighs, and the gateway to paradise that lay between them.

Her pussy, adorned with pretty blond curls, was wetter than I had ever seen it before, the flesh glistening with desire, her clit visibly erect. She was a beautiful flower, I a hungry bee — and, prostrating myself between her parted legs, I began to collect the rejuvenating nectar from my lover’s petals with an eager tongue, then covered her opening with my mouth to drink deep.

As I bathed my lips and chin in the warm essence that flowed from Anna’s cunt, I watched my daughter gasp with delight astride my wife’s face; saw Anna’s hands as they gently parted our daughter’s pert bottom, her tongue darting between little Leslie’s cheeks to bathe the tiny cleft of her anus. Then Anna was feasting on our child’s sex once more, pleasuring her as my mother had pleasured me so many years ago. The sight was so unimaginably beautiful that I felt tears misting my eyes.

My wife then began to shudder and shake as I continued to love her, and soon her honey filled my mouth when she came for me. I carried Anna through the ebb and flow of orgasm, finally soothing her cunt with gentle kisses.

Then, wanting to share my prize with Leslie, I rose to bring my mouth to hers, kissing our daughter to give her a taste of Mommy Anna’s pussy. And as my child and I kissed like the passionate lovers we were, she began to come, still riding Anna’s face.

Once my girls had recovered, they turned their attention to me. Leslie burrowed between my legs to kiss and lick at her mommy’s sex and Anna roughly claimed my mouth; fucking me with her tongue as she groped my breasts. Then suddenly it was Leslie’s tiny tongue that I sucked on while Anna went down on me, probing inside with thrusting, twisting fingers.

My scream of ecstasy seemed to fill the universe.

That night was nearly a week ago. We three have made love many times since then, each of us starry-eyed and deliriously happy about our new life as a family.

We aren’t finished yet, though. There is one more person we want to include in our loving circle; someone who deserves everything we can give and more for making all of this possible.

Anna and I will celebrate our fifth anniversary in a few days. We’ve made plans to take my mother out to dinner, then bring her back home, where the three of us will come together for the first time in a menage a trois. Mom is thrilled about finally getting a chance to share Anna with me, but there’s a special surprise waiting for her that she won’t be expecting.

You see, she thinks that Leslie will be spending the night at a friend’s house — but when my mother enters our bedroom that evening, there will be a certain nine-year-old girl waiting for us, wearing nothing but a bright green ribbon and bow around her waist…

*****

This is my version of a brief story that Lesbian Lolita administrator C. sent to me entitled “Mothering.” I fiddled around with my take on her story for months, finally deciding to knuckle down and get the thing done for her site. In the end, I ran a pretty thorough mojo on the original, expanding the plot and details throughout and reworking the rest.

Great thanks to C. for always being there for me and so many other writers of lesbian erotica. Her site will be greatly missed.

By JetBoy

Mind you, Anna wasn’t the first girl I ever dated. In fact, I can’t remember a time in my life when I wasn’t into girls. Even when I was a child of ten, I recall being sexually active with another girl of my age. My mother couldn’t leave us alone for an hour before I had my new friend Cheryl naked, exploring her with my fingers and mouth.

Not that Mom had a problem with that, since she was also gay. She had turned to her friend Sophia for companionship after my so-called father had abandoned us flat when I was four, and the woman she’d always thought of as a friend soon became a lover. Even at that tender age, I could see for myself how much happier Mommy was as a gay woman. She and Sophia didn’t last as a couple, but there were other females to share her heart and her bed — and I adored nearly all of them.

Growing up, I liked some boys as playmates, but the idea of love with a man seemed downright silly to me. Why on earth would I want to kiss a boy, when there were so many pretty girls around to catch my eye in cute shorts and dresses?

By the time I was seven, I’d made it clear to Mom that I too was a lesbian, just like she was. Only I pronounced it “lesbean,” which she thought was utterly adorable. I besieged her with endless questions about how women made love, wanting to know all the most intimate details. And while most girls my age were dreaming of dolls and cute clothes, I wanted more than anything to experience sex for the first time.

So Mom took me into her bed and made love to me on one magical night when I was only nine, just to make me happy. She taught me everything I yearned to know and more. Best of all, she and I were sexually intimate for several years after that.

I adored the special games that Mom and I used to play, where we took off all our clothes and kissed passionately, then spent a long while touching and caressing one another. The first time she lay between my legs to lick my bare slit, it felt so wonderful that I shed tears of joy, happy that my mommy loved me so much.

When she rolled onto her back, parted her thighs and asked me if I would return the favor, I was a little scared. But once I went down on her for the first time, I quickly learned to love eating pussy. Mom showed me what to do, and I got the idea right away. The heat of her cunt, the strange but tantalizing flavor of her juices, the softness of her dark curls as they tickled my nose, the sound of her cries, rising in volume as she came for me — all part of an experience that shaped me for life.

After that night, I was obsessed with making love with my mother. I’d do things like crawl under the kitchen table, burrow beneath her skirt or inside her dressing gown and bury my face in the thick pubic thatch, my tongue emerging to lick. Mom even gave up wearing panties around the house, except when she was having her period — but I didn’t care, I’d go down on her even then. Later, once she’d taught me the pleasures of rimming, I would creep up on Mom from behind and flip up her skirt, then part her beautiful buttocks and bury my face between them, eagerly kissing her asshole.

To me, she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and I adored her.

People sometimes ask me if having a gay mother made me a lesbian. I always answer, “Yes… and I thank her for it every single day.”

Not long after I turned twenty, my lover Anna and I adopted a little girl of our own, a gorgeous eight-year-old named Leslie. She had the face of a cherub, and golden hair soft as corn silk. We were smitten with her from the start. She was painfully shy at first, the product of an unhappy home torn apart by drugs and alcohol. It was an unimaginable joy to see Leslie open up as she gradually came to trust us, learning how to be a little girl all over again. Her solemn expression became a happy grin, and the sound of her laugh rang like sweet silver bells through our home.

After Leslie got settled in, we evolved into a routine where I would stay home with her during the day while Anna was at work. Our little nymph loved to spend all her waking time naked, and the sight of her running around the house or sprawled in front of the television was bound to have me becoming aroused after awhile. I was constantly masturbating, then all but attacking Anna later at night, my sex drive insatiable. And after day after day of staring at that cute little bottom of hers, or the smooth cleft between her thighs… well, pleasuring myself in the bathroom or impatiently waiting for my lover to get home wasn’t cutting it anymore. I was burning for Leslie, aching to explore lesbian love with my eight-year-old child.

I finally decided to tell my mom about these feelings, pouring my heart out to her in a lengthy phone call. She told me in no uncertain terms that there was nothing wrong with making love to my daughter. Mom reminded me of the sexual delights we had shared, back when I was close to Leslie’s age.

I asked her if, more than twelve years later, she had any regrets about what she had done with me. Mom said that her only wish was that she’d continued to have sex with me even after I began to explore sapphic pleasures with my friends. Then Mom encouraged me once again to fully consummate my love for Leslie. “Believe me, honey,” she murmured, “it’s the nicest thing you can do for your little girl.”

I felt so much love for my mother at that moment that I told her that I was more than willing to renew my sexual relationship with her. In fact, I made a date with Mom for that Friday night, so she and I could share a bottle of wine and enjoy each other’s bodies for the first time in years. She was delighted with the idea, and we ended our chat with whispered declarations of love. I’d never fucked Mom as a grown woman, and thinking about what we might get up to on Friday had me giddy with anticipation.

When I hung up the phone, though, my mind was elsewhere. I was a woman with a mission: to teach Leslie all about love.

First I undressed completely, paused long enough to calm my pounding heart, then padded into the living room where Leslie sat idly watching TV, her body still completely bare.

Her eyes widened when she saw me. “You don’t have any clothes on, Mommy!” she giggled.

“Nope,” I laughed, sitting down next to her, then extending both arms to my little girl. “Want to cuddle with me?”

“Yes!” she cried, quickly squirming into my lap. Mmmm, her naked body felt so incredible against mine…

As Leslie leaned back against me, I caressed her all over. She sighed happily as my fingers explored every inch of her soft skin. I brushed her nipples with my fingertips, thrilling as they stiffened oh so slightly to my touch.

“That feels funny, Mommy!” she cooed. “Do it some more.”

So I did, teasing the pink buds as she hummed contentedly. I began to kiss her neck, then nuzzled my way up to her ear, where I nibbled playfully at her lobe. Growing bolder, I licked around the edge of the ear.

“Oooohh… I like that!” Leslie squealed.

“You like my kisses?” I said softly, my lips touching her ear.

“Yes, Mommy,” she sighed.

“Would you like to kiss me?” I murmured. “I can show you how to kiss the way real lovers do. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“Yes,” she said, nodding eagerly, “yes, Mommy. I want to kiss!”

My heart throbbed with excitement. “Turn around, honey,” I breathed. She wriggled around in my lap, facing me.

First I gave her a few silly pecks on the face and neck, making her giggle with delight. Then my arms twined around her body, and I gazed deep into my daughter’s eyes. Leslie went quiet, sensing something big was on the verge of happening. “Now, my little angel,” I whispered, “See how this feels…”

And I kissed her mouth gently, my lips brushing hers. The kiss was soft and sensual, and I allowed it to linger for a long moment. When I slowly drew back, her eyes were wide with wonder. “Did you like that, honey?” I smiled.

“Yes,” Leslie whispered. “Oh, yes. I liked it a lot. C-can you do it some more?”

“Oh, we’re just getting started,” I murmured, trying not to give away how incredibly excited I was. “There’s much more to real kissing than that.” I slowly brought my face to hers again, whispering, “Now, do what I do.”

I kissed my baby once more… only this time I allowed the tip of my tongue to glide over her lips. They parted slightly, and I made our kiss a passionate one, sliding my tongue into her little mouth. She hummed with pleasure, her own tongue shyly emerging to meet mine. I increased the intensity of the kiss, my desire rising as Leslie matched my excitement.

Before long, we were kissing like lovers. Her little arms were wrapped around me, clutching my naked body as our mouths slid wetly together.

Finally, reluctantly, I pulled away, gazing at my child. Her face was slightly flushed, and she was breathing hard. “How was that, little one?” I cooed, reaching up to touch her cheek.

“Oh… oh, Mommy,” she mewled, “t-that was good!” She squeezed me tightly, her face buried in my breasts. “Can we kiss like that always? Forever an’ ever?”

I tilted her face up to mine. “We can, sweetheart,” I murmured, “but there are lots of other nice things you and I can do together, even better than kissing.”

“Really?” she squeaked. “Show me, show me!”

“Hold on, little one,” I told her. “There’s just one thing. These things I teach you have to be a secret between you and me. You can’t even tell Mommy Anna about them.” I took her hand. “Can you keep a secret, Leslie? Hmmm?”

She squeezed my hand. “Yes, Mommy, I can. Cross my heart!” She paused, lost in thought. “But how come Mommy Anna can’t know? Aren’t you s’posed to not have secrets from her?” Head tilted to one side, Leslie gave me a quizzical look.

I had to give the kid credit — she was a bright one. Luckily, I’d anticipated that question, and had an answer ready.

“We’ll tell her, honey… but I want it to be a surprise.” I cooed, touching Leslie’s cheek. “I’m going to teach you some wonderful games that grownups play… and soon you’ll be able to play them with me and Mommy Anna.” I smiled. “Won’t that be fun?”

Leslie’s eyes danced with excitement. “Okay, Mommy!” I knew that would work; the little imp adores surprises.

I placed my beautiful child on her feet, then rose from the couch. “Let’s go to the big bedroom, babe.”

Holding hands, we padded naked through the house, upstairs to the room me and Anna share. I lay down on our king-size bed, and a giggling Leslie bounced next to me.

I reached for my daughter, drawing her close. “I showed you how to kiss, honey… and now I’m going to teach you about making love.” My lips were nearly touching hers.

Leslie’s eyes were wide with wonder. “Oh, wow,” she had time to say before I was kissing her again. Her tongue immediately darted into my mouth, and our kiss quickly grew hot and passionate. I was brushing her nipples with my fingers, teasing them.

I allowed my kisses to roam around her lips, giving her gentle love bites. Then I shifted my attention to her neck, nuzzling beneath her chin. She purred contentedly as I kissed the hollow of her throat, then licked a path down to her flat chest. Leslie squirmed gently in my arms, moaning “Oh, Mommy… that feels good.”

When I came to my daughter’s left nipple, I extended my tongue to lightly lick at the pink tip, then sucked it into my mouth. Leslie gasped — and her arms twined around my head, hugging me to her. The beating of the child’s heart seemed to reverberate through her body as if she were a drum. I switched from one nipple to the other, then back again.

But the desire to taste my baby’s vagina was too powerful to resist for long, so I began to kiss my way down Leslie’s body, savoring the delicate scent of her. I paused to lavish attention on her tummy, making her giggle when my tongue darted into her belly button, then continued downward, trailing kisses over the rise of her mound.

And then her delicate pink flower was before me. I reached out to graze the baby-soft slit with a finger, and my daughter’s hips shifted on the bed, a whimper escaping her lips.

Then I was licking her; my tongue gliding over the cleft of Leslie’s sex like a paintbrush. My little girl was moaning wordlessly, her childish body squirming beneath mine. Placing both hands on her thighs, I tilted my head to one side and kissed the moist slit as if it were a mouth, then began to carefully penetrate her with the tip of my tongue.

“Muh-Mommy!” she gasped, Leslie’s body shivering as, for the first time, she understood what it was to be loved like a woman, by a woman. No stiff cock to rip and tear, no male hands to grope and bruise her tender skin. Instead, there was a soft, warm tongue to explore the jewel of my virgin daughter’s sex.

I didn’t know if I could make Leslie come, but I was determined to try — and when I sought out her tiny clitoris and began to tease it with the tip of my tongue, her mewls of pleasure took on a new fervor. Encouraged, I suckled at the pink tip, meanwhile tracing around her vaginal opening with my index finger. Soon, my baby’s body was jerking frantically beneath mine as I carried her to the threshold of ecstasy and beyond.

It was incredible — easily the most thrilling experience I’d known since that first sweet night in my mother’s bed.

Raising my face from between her legs, I licked a moist pathway up Leslie’s body until my lips met hers. She gave me soft, sleepy kisses, her cheeks pinked with pleasure.

“And that, sweetness,” I cooed, touching her button nose, “is how you make love. Did you like it?”

“It was… it was won’erful,” she sighed. “Love you, Mommy.” She gave a gentle yawn.

Reaching for the comforter, I drew it over us both. “You can take a little nap now, honey.”

She nodded and curled into me, already drifting into slumber.

Continue on to Part Two

By JetBoy

While dialing the combination of her locker one day at the posh private school she attended, sixth grader Lisette Jausserand happened to overhear ten-year-old Cathy Butler speaking to a couple of her friends as she removed a spiral notebook from her own locker, a glum expression on her pretty face.

“God, I’m having such a hard time with my French class!” Cathy sighed. “I try — I really do try — but I just can’t keep up.”

“Why’d you even take French?” asked Cathy’s friend Sondra. “Everyone knows Ms. Beeks is a total hard-ass.”

“I heard she gets wicked pissed if you make mistakes,” added Paige Perkins, rolling her eyes behind the thick glasses she wore. “Gina told me she even throws stuff sometimes!”

Slamming her locker door shut, Cathy grimaced. “Yeah, she’s really awful… but see, Mommy promised to take me to Paris this summer if I can learn French well enough.” The three girls began to make their way down the hall toward their next class. “How could I say no to that? But if I fail the class, not only will I not get to go, I’ll have a bad grade on my report card. Probably even get grounded…”

Lisette couldn’t make out Sondra’s reply — but her attention was elsewhere at that point, taken by a very enticing idea that was unfolding in her mind.

Though she and Cathy barely knew one another — they were two years apart, after all, practically an eternity at their ages! — it hadn’t escaped Lisette’s notice that the blonde fourth-grader was incredibly cute.

She suspected that Cathy could be a valuable addition to her circle of intimate friends, but knew that she had to be very careful about recruiting a such a young girl to join their clique.

Now, Cathy had given her the perfect opening. As Lisette’s mother had been born and raised in France, Lisette was thoroughly fluent in the language. And I’m always eager to come to the aid of a damsel in distress, she told herself with a thoughtful smile. Especially such a pretty one.

Later that afternoon, as she opened her locker for the last time that day, Lisette spied Cathy on her own. Quickly tossing her books inside and closing the door with a sharp bang, she hailed the petite blonde.

“Hey, Cathy!” she cheerfully exclaimed. “Got a minute?”

Cathy was wide-eyed with mixed excitement and nervousness as the older girl approached her. Lisette was one of the most popular kids in school, one who moved in far more elevated circles than a mere fourth-grader like Cathy could hope to reach.

“Um, yeah, s-sure!” she replied, doing her best to assume a casual air. “What’s up?”

Lisette gave the younger girl a huge smile, as if they were already best friends. Taking Cathy’s arm, she guided her down the hall and into an infrequently-used stairwell.

As the door clicked shut behind them, Lisette leaned close, addressing Cathy in an intimate tone. “I wasn’t trying to snoop, honestly, but I heard you this morning when you were talking about having a hard time with French class.” She grinned, shaking her head. “That bitch Ms. Beeks is making your life hell, huh? She taught my Social Studies class last year. God, I could not stand her! Doesn’t it always look like she’s been sucking on lemons?” She made a grotesquely puckered face.

Cathy couldn’t help but giggle at Lisette’s gleeful rudeness. “Wow, that’s totally her!” She paused, sighed. “Yeah, I’m not doing too well in her class. Thing is, my grades are usually good…”

“Sure,” Lisette hastened to reassure the girl. “I heard that you’re pretty smart.” She didn’t really know any such thing, but wanted to put Cathy at ease.

“Oh, thanks!” a flattered Cathy replied. “There’s just something about French that… I don’t know what it is, but I get all confused. So many words sound just alike, and if you get one little bit of it wrong, everything gets messed up! And God, that masculine-feminine thing…” She sighed heavily, then looked up at Lisette, somewhat puzzled. “So, um… why’d you ask?”

“Well, here’s the deal: I know French like the back of my hand, ’cause my mom grew up there. Seriously, there are times when she and I only speak French around the house. So I was thinking that maybe I could, y’know, give you some help.”

Cathy’s eyes widened. “Really!?” she exclaimed. “Um, yeah, sure! That would be awesome!”

“Hey, no sweat,” Lisette replied. “Are you busy after school tomorrow? You can come over, we’ll study for a couple hours, and you can stay for dinner. How’s that sound?”

If anything, Cathy seemed even more excited. “Great! I’d love to!”

“Give me your home number, then,” murmured Lisette, taking a pen and a notepad covered with scribbling out of her bag. “I’ll have my mom call your mom.” An awed Cathy stammered out her number, and a gleeful Lisette jotted it down. “Cool! I’ll meet you tomorrow at our lockers after last class. See ya…” Flashing the younger girl a friendly grin, Lisette turned to leave.

“S-see you,” replied Cathy, still dazed, but Lisette was already gone.

Making her way to the side exit of the school, Lisette was tingling with anticipation. She adored the girls in her regular crowd, but had been feeling the urge to make a new special friend. Someone younger, one who might be open to a different kind of fun. Bet Mom will really like her too, she thought.

As for Cathy, she was on Cloud Nine the whole way home, almost unable to believe her good fortune — not just because of the help she’d get with her French, but because Lisette was a sixth grader! Having an older friend, especially a girl as widely liked as Lisette was, was a huge deal at their school.

Then there were those schoolyard rumors of Lisette and her friends being involved in “make-out parties,” that had intrigued her, ever since she first heard the gossip. Cathy herself had yet to even kiss a boy, though she didn’t know of any who were worth kissing in the first place. Sometimes it seemed as if all the boys her age were jerks, slobs, dumbheads or dweebs. Still, all the furtive whispering she’d heard about the sixth-grade girls and their make-out parties made it all sound incredibly fun and exciting. Maybe she knows cooler boys than I do, Cathy reasoned.

*****

The next day, Cathy was brimming with pride as she sat with Lisette and the other sixth graders on the school bus. Lisette got teased by a couple of classmates for her new “little friend,” but Lisette told them to mind their own business. And when that creep Glen Dugger noticed Cathy and made a snide comment to Lisette about her “hanging out with little kids,” she ordered him to get lost. Watching Glen flush bright red and slink away while the other girls giggled was a sight that Cathy wanted to etch in her mind forever.

A few minutes later, Lisette led Cathy into her home, peering about. “Mom?” she called.

Cathy’s eyes widened as a gorgeous brunette woman entered the living room. “Hello, ma cherie,” Ms. Jausserand murmured, bending to give her daughter a kiss on the cheek. “And this must be your new friend,” she continued, taking the fourth-grader’s hands in hers. “Bonjour, Cathy. Welcome to our home.”

“M-merci beaucoup, Ms. Jausserand,” Cathy stammered.

“Ah! Very nicely spoken,” the woman replied, clearly pleased. “Well, I imagine you need to get started right away… and I have to get back to my roast chicken. I’ll bring you both something to drink.” Giving Cathy a fleeting wink, she exited the room.

“Gosh,” Cathy whispered, staring down the hallway at Ms. Jausserand’s receding figure. “Wow, your mom is so… so pretty!” She turned to Lisette. “Was she ever a model?”

“Well, Mom did some bathing suit ads, back when she was a teenager,” Lisette said, delighted to see Cathy’s response to her mother’s beauty. Good sign, she told herself.

“Was that when she lived in France?”

“Sure was,” replied Lisette. “I’ve got old copies of the magazines up in my room. I’ll show ’em to you after dinner. C’mon, let’s get comfy!” Taking Cathy’s hand, she led the girl over to the couch.

Forty-five minutes later, Lisette and Cathy were engrossed in French.

“Thanks so much for helping me out, Lisette,” Cathy said after she’d successfully conjugated a list of irregular verbs. “I can’t imagine what… but if there’s anything I can do for you, just ask me, okay?”

“Oh, I’ll think of something,” Lisette replied, a mysterious smile on her lips. She leaned in close, allowing her shoulder to casually brush against Cathy’s as they continued with their lesson.

“French is so beautiful… I wish I could speak it like you do,” Cathy sighed a few minutes later, as Lisette gave her some tips on pronunciation.

“Don’t worry, Catherine,” Lisette reassured her, “Just give me some time to teach you the basics — I’ll have you sounding just like a Parisian girl before you know it!”

Cathy loved the way Lisette sounded out her full name, and how the older girl wrapped an arm around her waist when giving words of encouragement. A warm, tender feeling was welling up inside the fourth-grader as their studies progressed. Wow, she thought, I knew Lisette was way pretty and smart… but she’s also really, really nice, too!

Suddenly Lisette noticed a small photo album among Cathy’s things. “Hey, Cathy… does this have pictures of you in it? Can I see them?”

Cathy felt shy about letting someone she’d only just gotten to know taking a peek at the photographs in her album, not least because some of them were snaps of her and some friends playing dress-up. “Oh… you don’t wanna see those silly pictures!” she exclaimed, her face flushed with embarrassment. The last thing she wanted was for her cool new friend to see her playing little-girl games!

“Of course I do!” Lisette replied, and began flipping through the album. When she came to the photos of Cathy and her two friends mugging for the camera in skimpy outfits, Lisette let out a gasp of shock and wide-eyed awe.

“Ooh-la-la!” Lisette exclaimed as she admired a photo of Cathy posing in a makeshift halter top and pair of short shorts. “Tres sexy, ma belle!” she continued with a wink, much to Cathy’s nervous delight.

“Oh, we were just goofing around,” Cathy said, almost apologetically.

“You look totally hot, though,” Lisette nodded, still studying that photo. “I see now why my friends wanted me to invite you to one of our make-out parties — course, I wanted to ask you to the last one!”

In truth, she was sure her friends barely knew that Cathy existed. But if tonight goes like I hope it does, they’ll be totally into this little cutie! Lisette told herself, repressing an urge to giggle.

“You… you know boys who asked if I could come to your party?” Cathy exclaimed in surprise.

“No, silly!” Lisette giggled. “I meant my girlfriends!” She studied the cute younger girl thoughtfully. “Can you keep a secret, Cathy? A big secret? I mean, cross your heart and may you be struck dead by lightning if you ever tell?”

“Um… sure!” Cathy hastened to assure her new friend. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise!”

“Not even your best friends,” Lisette continued, her voice low and serious. “I really like you, Cathy… and I want us to be close, but that means you can’t breathe a word of what I’m gonna tell you to anybody.”

Her eyes locked with Lisette’s, Cathy slowly nodded. “I swear.”

“Okay… I believe you. Well, here’s the thing about our make-out parties. We don’t let stupid boys come to them at all.” She shook her head defiantly. “Nope. Only cute girls get invited!”

Cathy struggled to understand. “So then, you aren’t really, um, fooling around when you have a party?”

Lisette gave Cathy a bad-girl smile, one that made the ten-year-old feel all quivery and strange inside. “Oh, we are, we totally are — just not with guys…”

“You mean… y-you, um, make out… with girls?” Cathy asked, in mingled shock and disbelief.

“That’s right,” purred Lisette. “All the coolest girls are doing it with each other now. Does that weird you out?”

“Er, I’m not sure. What’s it like?”

“It’s the best!” Lisette exclaimed, all but bouncing up and down where she sat. “Oh, Cathy, you can’t even imagine how good it feels, just to kiss a cute girl! And that’s only the start of the fun we have.”

Now growing intrigued, Cathy leaned in closer. “Tell me.”

“Well, we usually start with a game of Spin-the-Bottle, and get all warmed up by kissing each other,” Lisette continued, “and then we go on to something like Truth or Dare, strip poker or strip Twister. See, the idea is for all of us girls to get our clothes off, a little bit at a time. That way, by the time we’re all naked, everyone’s all excited and ready to have fun. Then we take turns checking each other out — y’know, see whose boobies are growing the most, and who is getting hair on their pussies.” She gave Cathy a bashful grin. “I only have a little hair down there, but when it comes in for real, I’ll prob’ly shave it off, like my mom does. Anyhow, once we’re all naked, that’s when the making out really gets started.”

“Wow,” an awed Cathy whispered. “That… that sounds pretty wild.” She’d felt herself getting warm and tingly as Lisette gleefully described the lewd carryings-on she indulged in with her girlfriends.

“Oh, it is!” grinned Lisette, eyes sparkling. “One time, like at the third party or so, someone brought over sexy magazines with lesbians in them… we got all kinds of great ideas from reading those.”

“But, um… what kind of things do lesbians do together? I — I’m not really sure I know…”

“It’s awesome!” exclaimed Lisette. “First, we take turns kissing — with our tongues and everything! We touch each other’s titties, and take turns sucking each other’s nipples, too. Sometimes we even rub our pussies together.. but the best thing of all is licking another girl’s pussy, or getting yours licked. Oh, and one time, we were playing Truth or Dare at Ginny Ziegler’s place — you know Ginny’s big sister? I forget her name.”

“No,” Cathy replied, “I don’t know Ginny that well.”

“You will if you come to a make-out party… she’s wicked sexy! Anyhow, her big sister was there, and she hung out with us, even though she’s in high school. Cool, huh?”

“I… I guess.”

“Well, she took all her clothes off, too, and made out with us some. But what she really liked was girls’ bottoms, so she got all of us on our hands and knees — and licked our buttholes!” She burst into giggles. “Oh my God, that was totally amazing…”

Cathy sat enthralled by Lisette’s remembrances of sex with other girls, squeezing her thighs together as she felt a growing warmth in her panties. She gazed longingly at Lisette, wondering what it would be like to be kissed by her.

Sensing the girl’s obvious fascination, Lisette moved in for the seduction she’d had in mind all along. “So, Catherine,” she cooed, “what do you think? Does that sound like a party you’d like to come to?”

Cathy cautiously smiled, shifting in her seat as she pondered the mysteries of lesbian love. Fascinated and curious as she was to be introduced to this tantalizing new world, she still felt a little apprehensive. Finally, she hesitantly replied. “Uh… it sure seems like fun…”

Lisette sensed her guest’s nervousness, but could also tell that Cathy was open to learning about making love to a girl. She just needed a gentle nudge in the right direction…

“Y’know, I just started growing boobies,” Lisette declared. “Wanna see ’em?”

Cathy’s eyes dropped to the twelve-year-old’s chest. Moistening her lips, she slowly nodded. “S-sure.”

Lisette smiled. “I’m not gonna flash them at you, though… if you want a look, you’ve gotta pull my top up yourself.” Cathy hesitated, and Lisette raised the stakes. “C’mon, I dare ya!”

Despite her shyness, Cathy couldn’t pass on a dare. Reaching out for the hem of her friend’s turtleneck sweater, she tugged it up high enough to expose Lisette’s budding breasts. She stared at them, feeling a sudden urge to extend her hand and touch one.

“Oh… hi, Mom!” Lisette exclaimed, as her mother Yvonne entered the room at just the right moment to catch Cathy checking out her daughter’s titties.

“Bonjour, girls,” Yvonne calmly replied. “Dinner will be ready in about an hour.”

Cathy stood rooted to the spot, frozen in place and beet-red with embarrassment. The bottom of Lisette’s top was still clutched in both her hands, her friend’s chest completely bared.

“We’re just fooling around a little, Mommy,” Lisette giggled, “I wanted Cathy to see my boobies!”

“So I noticed!” Lisette’s mother chuckled, sitting down to enjoy the proceedings. She was a long-time lesbian herself, with her daughter the product of her one heterosexual dalliance. And she took enormous pleasure in Lisette’s choice to follow in her footsteps, especially at such an early age.

Cathy was taken aback at Ms. Jausserand’s calm response to what they’d been doing — and that she was still in the room with them! At least she isn’t mad, Cathy told herself, finally managing to release Lisette’s top and take a step away..

Lisette loved the interest that her mom took in her young girlfriends, and decided then and there to put on a show for Yvonne’s amusement. She pulled her sweater up and off, carelessly tossing it on the floor, then reached over to give Cathy’s skirt a playful tug..

“Hey, what are you doing?” Cathy exclaimed, startled..

“Showing Mommy what a sexy girl you are!” Lisette squealed as she gave Cathy’s skirt a sharp yank, pulling it down to below her little friend’s thighs. The girl wore transparent white tights with pink and white panties underneath.

“Oooh, look at Cathy’s cute underpants!” Lisette teased as she and Cathy played tug-of-war with the young girl’s skirt.

“Hey, give it back!” a horrified Cathy cried out as Lisette won the contest, snatching her skirt away.

Yvonne could see that Cathy was becoming upset. Deciding that her daughter was taking the seduction of her young friend a bit too quickly, she elected to intervene on Cathy’s behalf — but without putting the brakes on her little girl’s fun.

“Now, Lisette,” she sternly admonished, “that’s no way to treat your guest, and certainly no way to behave toward a young lady!” She folded her arms, gazing sternly at her daughter. “Apologize to Cathy.”

“I’m sorry, Cathy,” Lisette mumbled. She wore an appropriately contrite look on her face, but a twinkle in the preteen’s eyes let Yvonne know that Lisette was wise to the game she was playing. After all, mother and daughter had used the same gambit with other young girls…

“Oh, it’s okay, Ms. Jausserand,” Cathy mumbled, peering bashfully at the attractive mother. “She just caught me by surprise.”

Yvonne smiled at her daughter’s luscious little friend. “You’ll have to excuse Lisette,” she sighed, “she’s a naughty girl and gets carried away sometimes.” She pretended to get an idea. “Tell you what, Cathy… why don’t you take Lisette’s pants off? That’s only fair.”

Liking this idea, Cathy wheeled on her friend, thrilled by the startled, huge-eyed expression on her friend’s face. “My turn!” she cried, grabbing at Lisette’s wrists.

Giggling, Lisette turned to flee, only to laugh even louder when Cathy grabbed the waistband of her bright red pants. “No, no, no!” she shrieked. “Not yet — not yet, okay?”

Puzzled, Cathy paused in mid-tug. “Not yet?” she frowned. “How come? You got to take my skirt off!”

Seizing her chance, Lisette pulled free — dancing away from the girl she wanted as more than a friend. Way more, she told herself, checking out Cathy’s cute panties, now clear as day through the white tights the girl wore.

“I don’t want you to take my pants off,” Lisette declared, “cause I want to undress for you myself! I know how to do it really sexy, and I get completely bare naked, too — don’t you want to see that?”

Cathy thought about it just long enough to realize that yes, she did want to see Lisette naked. In fact, she wanted it a lot. Does that make me a lesbian? she wondered. Then she decided that it didn’t matter. It’s just a word.

“Okay, I guess,” Cathy replied, trying to sound more indifferent than she genuinely felt. In fact, she was very excited.

It was weird, though, having her friend’s mom hanging around while they were half naked — and now Lisette had just promised to take all her clothes off! Didn’t Ms. Jausserand even care? Cathy stole a quick glance at the older woman, only to see her smiling.

“Good,” Lisette purred, standing bare-breasted before Cathy. “But if I’m gonna do my special sexy dance for you, then you gotta let me do something first.”

“What’s that?” asked Cathy, sneaking another hasty peek at Lisette’s mother, who definitely seemed to be enjoying herself.

“Let me take your top off!” she giggled, reaching out to grab the sleeve of the cute red and black garment that Cathy wore. “Since you get to see my titties, I ought to see yours!”

Heart racing, Cathy stared at the older girl, uncertain whether to let Lisette have her way or not. She wasn’t sure how she felt about having more of her clothes removed, especially in front of Ms. Jausserand. But if I don’t, she told herself, she’ll think I’m too scared to play with the big girls.

“C’mon, don’t be shy!” Lisette coaxed. “It’ll be lots of fun — you’ll see!”

“Oh… okay,” Cathy nervously replied, lifting both her arms so that Lisette could pull her top up.

Lisette gave her mom a knowing smile as she bared her younger friend’s upper half, exposing the newly blossoming buds that adorned Cathy’s chest. Yvonne smiled back. After all, this wasn’t the first time her daughter had brought home another girl for their mutual enjoyment!

Carelessly dropping Cathy’s top on the sofa, Lisette gazed appreciatively at the ten-year-old girl. “Oooooh… look, Mom!” she exclaimed, “Cathy’s growing boobies!”

Cathy blushed hotly as the older woman admired her. “Ah, yes, I see!” Yvonne smiled. “Don’t be shy, ma cherie — you are a lovely young woman.”

Lisette turned to her mother. “You gotta take your top off too, Mom, if you want to stay and play with us, don’t you think?”

“Makes sense to me, honey,” Yvonne replied, then began to unbutton her blouse.

Cathy’s mouth hung slack, her heart throbbing as she watched Lisette’s beautiful mother slip out of her top, then shrug out of her blue silk bra. Then, while she was distracted by the sight of Ms. Jausserand’s small yet gorgeous breasts, Lisette suddenly began to playfully pull at her little friend’s white tights.

“I bet you fool around with all your girlfriends, now that you’re so sexy and started growing boobies!” Lisette teased.

“N-no, I don’t!” Cathy indignantly replied, her cheeks burning.

“Well… maybe it’s time you started!” Lisette chirped as she helped Cathy slip out of her tights. This time, Cathy didn’t hesitate, lifting her feet to assist. Her shyness was fast disappearing, replaced by the urge to throw herself wholeheartedly into the game — whatever it was.

“What do you think, Mom? Should we show Cathy how much fun it is to make love?” Lisette cooed.

“Yes, ma cherie,” Yvonne replied, “but only if she really wants us to.” The older woman then gave Cathy a reassuring smile as she unhooked and removed her skirt, revealing tiny panties, the same shade of blue as her bra.

Lisette turned back to Cathy, a dreamy expression on her face. “How ’bout it? Wanna make love with Mom and me?”

Cathy had imagined herself making love before, but never could have anticipated that her first time would be with another girl and her mother! Excited though she was, Cathy was hesitant to take the plunge — but as Lisette caressed her budding breasts, pausing to gently pinch the pert nipples, she was soon persuaded.

“Yeah, sure!” Cathy agreed, a warm, tingly sensation intensifying between her legs as she felt Lisette’s hands wander down to fondle her bottom. She watched in awe as Ms. Jausserand slipped out of her panties, her eyes drawn to the neatly trimmed pubic triangle that adorned the older woman’s vulva.

Now completely nude, Lisette’s mom padded over to her daughter, moving behind the girl. “Let me help you with these, angel.” Reaching around Lisette’s waist, Yvonne popped the top button of the twelve-year-old’s bright red pants, slowly tugged the zipper down, then drew the pants down to her little girl’s ankles, revealing cute tan knickers.

As Lisette stepped out, she reached over to grasp the waistband of Cathy’s pink and white underpants, grinning at her new friend as she gave them a tiny tug downward.

“So… are we g-gonna take off all our clothes?” Cathy stammered as Lisette gave her panties a second tug, this time pulling them down to just past her bottom.

“Of course we are, silly!” Lisette giggled. “You can’t make love unless you’re totally bare-butt naked!” With that, she went down on both knees, pulling the cotton panties down to ring Cathy’s ankles. Staring hungrily at Cathy’s perky little ass, Lisette drew closer — placing a tender kiss upon one pale cheek, then the other.

“Oooh, that tickles!” Cathy squealed, a delicious shudder passing through her body. But soon she began to sigh with pleasure as Lisette’s kisses became slower, deeper, more sensual; the sixth-grader’s lips like warm silk against her bottom.

Now Yvonne drew nearer, her eyes warm with desire as she studied the nude little girl, mouth watering at the sight of her smooth slit. “You are exquisite,” she murmured, placing a hand on Cathy’s shoulder. “May I play with you too, sweetheart?”

Cathy was trembling visibly, her heart racing. “Y-yes, please,” she gasped.

Kneeling before the young girl, Yvonne bent to lick at a hard little nipple, then took the pink nubbin between her lips.

With an astonished whimper, Cathy took Yvonne’s head in her arms, cradling the woman to her chest. Was this a make-out party? If so, it was even nicer that she could have imagined! Lisette was bathing her bottom in hot, open-mouthed kisses, while Ms. Jausserand sucked and licked her nipples. “Oh, gosh,” she breathed. “Oh, gosh.”

Breaking away from the child’s barely-there breasts with a tiny smack, Yvonne rose to her feet. “Come, now, pretty Cathy,” she purred, caressing her cheek. “Lie down on the sofa. We’re going to make love to you.”

Cathy felt a surge of excitement at those words. Make love? What the heck were they doing to me just now, then? But she said nothing, just gave a shy nod and moved toward the couch.

“Wait, Mom!” interrupted Lisette, leaping to her feet. “First, I wanna kiss her!”

Suddenly Cathy was enfolded in her friend’s soft arms, their bodies pressed snugly together. Lisette’s eyes seemed to peer into her very soul. “I love you, Cathy,” the girl whispered. “We’re gonna have such a good time, you’ll see!” Then Lisette’s mouth was on hers in a deep, lingering kiss.

Cathy could actually feel her sex growing moist as Lisette’s warm, wet tongue probed between her parted lips, and she responded without hesitation. As the two girls’ tongues mingled, Yvonne gently caressed their beautiful young bodies.

Finally, Lisette broke away, turning to her mother with a grin. “Okay, Mom… she’s all yours. For right now, anyway!”

“Mmmm, what a good little girl I have, sharing with her mother,” Yvonne cooed. “But first, honey… why don’t you give me one of those yummy kisses?”

Though she knew it was rude, Cathy couldn’t keep from staring in astonishment as mother and daughter came together in a clinging embrace. They were really kissing, too — tongues darting back and forth. Lisette was fondling her mom’s bare bottom with both hands.

Cathy had never conceived of such an idea — never knew such a thing was possible. Sex with your mom? That’s so crazy! But kinda hot, too…

“Surprised?” Lisette giggled, turning to Cathy, still hugging her mother. “Mom was my very first lover. We share everything — even our girlfriends!”

“All right, Lisette,” Yvonne chuckled, releasing her daughter. “I think we’ve shocked poor Cathy enough for one day.” Reaching out to encircle the ten-year-old’s elbow with her long, elegant fingers, she gave Cathy a reassuring smile. “Now it’s your turn, sweetheart.”

Dazed, Cathy allowed Ms. Jausserand to lead her to the couch, then lay her down, gently parting the girl’s thighs before lying between them.

“Yeah, Mom — get her pussy nice and juicy for me!” Lisette urged. She hungrily licked her lips, eyes dancing with anticipation as her mother gently parted the moist petals of Cathy’s flower.

Cathy was quivering inside, staring in disbelief at Ms. Jausserand. Omigod, is she really going to…

A choked cry escaped the child’s throat as Yvonne gave Cathy’s pink cleft a long, slow lick with the flat of her tongue. Then another. Once more — then the woman pressed her lips to Cathy’s pudenda, pleasuring her new lover with an eager mouth.

Cathy moaned, every fiber of her being alive with dizzying sensations. Nothing she’d ever experienced in her first decade of life had been this intense, this marvelous. Closing her eyes, the little girl surrendered to the moment.

Then she felt a light tap on her shoulder and, startled, turned to peer up at Lisette. “Watch me while Mom licks you!” her friend said. “I’m gonna take my panties off for you — all sexy, like I said I would.”

Moistening her lips, Cathy gave Lisette a shaky nod. “Okay.”

Lisette began to undulate, moving her slender body as if to some unheard music. Lewdly grinding her hips, the twelve-year-old cupped her slight breasts, cooing happily while teasing her nipples. She spun around, then bent over, thrusting her bottom out and shaking it.

Cathy watched, enthralled, while feeling something she never had until today: sexual desire for another girl. She wanted Lisette in her arms again; longed to kiss her, touch her naked body.

A sharp shock of pleasure pulsed through Cathy as Ms. Jausserand’s tongue grazed that tiny point on her pussy, the place that felt especially nice when she touched it — though never as nice as this!

Cathy’s eyes were glued to the front of Lisette’s underpants as the girl clutched her inner thighs, spreading both legs wide apart. She ached to see the treasure concealed inside those panties. I wanna touch her there, she realized. Kiss her there. And lick her, too. I love her, I love Lisette!

Turning around to show off her cute little butt again, Lisette grasped her panties at the bottom and began to slowly, slowly draw them down.

Yvonne lay sprawled on her belly between Cathy’s legs, French kissing the child’s slit as if it were a lover’s mouth. The girl was surprisingly juicy for one so young, and the sexy 35-year-old mother savored every drop of her nectar.

Hands covering her nipples, palming them, Cathy watched as Lisette’s bottom came into view, inch by inch. I’m a lesbian, she told herself. I am, I’m so totally a lesbian! The heat beneath her tummy was rising, stealing her breath, stoked by Ms. Jausserand’s wonderful mouth and tongue.

Now Lisette was pushing her underpants down to the floor and stepping free of them, hands on hips, proudly displaying her flawless rump as she glanced back over her shoulder at Cathy. “Like my butt?”

Surprising herself, Cathy gasped, “Yeah! It’s — it’s really pretty… c-can I kiss it?”

“Ooooohh, yeah!” Lisette squealed. “Sure you can!” Moving closer, she bent over, presenting her bottom to the panting fourth-grader.

Cathy’s head swam as she reached out to touch the firm yet incredibly soft globes, trailing her fingertips across the pale skin. Lifting her head, she placed a light kiss upon the left cheek, breathing in Lisette’s scent and liking it. Parting her lips, she kissed the opposite cheek, letting her mouth linger.

“Oh, Cathy,” sighed Lisette, “that feels nice…”

Emboldened by newly-discovered lust, Cathy grew more aggressive, nuzzling and licking the tender flesh — already wanting to use her mouth on Lisette’s pussy. She was on the verge of asking her friend to turn around so she could do just that when Ms. Jausserand, still lying between Cathy’s legs, did something down there that made the ten-year-old throw her head back and cry, “Oh!”

Lisette whirled around, alarmed. “Mom! You’re not gonna make Cathy come, are you?”

Raising her head from Cathy’s vulva, Yvonne gave her daughter a sheepish smile. “Sorry about that, hon,” she murmured, licking her glistening lips, “I got carried away.” Her gaze shifted to a puzzled Cathy, who was now propping herself up on both elbows. “You see, Lisette wanted to be the first to… get you off.”

Yvonne rose to her feet, stretching lazily, and Lisette quickly took her place between Cathy’s soft, supple thighs, grinning wickedly at the ten-year-old. “Have you ever come before, Cathy?”

Having perused her mom’s issues of Cosmopolitan a few times, Cathy knew what “coming” was, but wasn’t certain what it felt like. “Um… I’m not sure,” she admitted, embarrassed.

“You haven’t, then!” Lisette giggled. “Just wait — I’m gonna do it to you, an’ you’re gonna think you went to heaven!” With that, she dipped down to take a lick.

Cathy lay back, staring sightlessly at a crack in the ceiling as Lisette sucked, lapped and nibbled at her pussy. She was far more aggressive a lover than Ms. Jausserand had been. Once again, Cathy felt the pleasure rising inside, only faster this time.

The sofa was a bulky sectional, large enough that Yvonne was able to stretch out next to Cathy. Placing a hand upon the young girl’s chest, Yvonne whispered into her ear. “Precious child, you are absolutely perfect, so beautiful. Let my daughter make love to you, let her kiss that sweet, sweet pussy of yours. Doesn’t her mouth feel good? I know it does, because she’s licked me there too, you know, many times…”

“Ohhhhhh, oh gosh yes, it d-does feel good, Ms. Jausserand… mmm, s-something’s happening, I’m, I’m, I’m….”

“That’s it, baby girl — come for me and Lisette.” Yvonne’s fingers were gently plucking at Cathy’s nipples. “Let my daughter taste your sweetness… oh yes, you’re a good girl, such a good little girl…”

As Yvonne’s words trailed off, Cathy exploded in her first ever orgasm, her childish body shuddering in rapture as Lisette lovingly nursed on her clitoris. Her ecstasy seemed to keep building, too — growing in intensity until her moan rose into a shriek.

Cathy lay spent upon the sofa in a blissful haze, feeling as if she was floating in space. Her eyes lazily drifted open, then widened at the sight of Lisette and Ms. Jausserand sharing a passionate kiss. She slowly sat up, watching mother and daughter embrace.

Breaking away abruptly when she spied Cathy, Lisette raced over to her new friend. “Wasn’t that great?” she squealed. “Now, let’s all go upstairs to Mom’s room and have some more fun! She’s got a huge bed — room for all kinds of sexy stuff!”

“Okay,” replied Cathy, nodding joyously.

The naked little girl rose, took Lisette’s hand and followed her lovers up the stairs, eager to explore her new lesbian identity.

The End

*****

An original, much shorter version of this story was written by Rboy, who posted it at the old forum before the Man shut it down. He and I had already worked together on one story, and he was most enthused about my tackling this one. I added quite a bit to the text before placing it at the new forum under both our names. Later, I  completely rewrote and expanded it even more to post at Lesbian Lolita. By then, Rboy had moved on to pastures new, and did not reply when I wrote to ask if he wanted a shared credit, so I thought it best to post the final version under my name with fervent thanks to him for the inspiration. Merci beaucoup, Rboy! Love to see you drop in sometime…

By JetBoy

Sunday 16th January, 1966

Today was the most amazing day!

First Mommy woke me up to tell me we are going out. But she wouldnt say where, just that it was special. I got up and washed, all excited, thinking about all the suprises I have had since my birthday. I put on a pretty dress and Mommy told me I look beautiful. Then we got in the car and left.

We went to the park first. Mommy stopped the car and we got out and walked around, and she began to talk to me about sex, that I was old enough to know. I was sort of embarased, but I wanted to be a big girl, so I tried to be serious while she told me grown up things.

She told me the big feeling I had when I touched my pussy for her was a orgasm, though she said that people mostly called it coming. You came, she said. Thats the name for it.

She talked all about how babies are made and how our pussys work, about men and their body parts and why girls get wet between our legs, and some other words to use for our private parts like vagina and slit. I found out that the little button at the top that makes the big feelings happen when you touch it is called a clitoris. I think thats how she spelled it, though she also told me that mostly women just say clit.

Then she told me about how a man and woman do sex. I have sort of heard about that stuff before, but not from a grown up. I felt my face get hot as I thought of a boy’s thing going inside me down there, all slippery and hard. I would never let any of the boys I knew do anything like that to me though. I thought of Mommy doing it with Daddy and it made me laugh.

Mommy told me that sex wasnt just for making babies, it felt nice too. Then she told me, women can have sex with each other! I didnt see how that could work, but she told me that women use their fingers and mouths to make each other feel good. Then she told me making love to women is nicer than with men cause they know each others bodies better. I liked that idea more, since boys are really mean and stupid compared to girls. But I didnt tell Mommy that.

We finished walking round the park by then, so Mommy said, Lets go for a drive.

It felt funny, knowing all about sex now. I kept looking at all the people we passed, imagining them without clothes and doing it with each other, the men’s things all hard and long. I tried to imagine it and couldnt really. So I asked Mommy what a penis looked like. The only one I ever saw before was my baby cousin Ben, and it was really little.

She tried to explain how a man’s penis was different from that, but it just sounded funny the way she told it and I started to giggle. We were both laughing hard, then I saw we were at Aunt Evie’s place.

I wondered why we came to see Aunt Evie, but Mommy just told me to wait and see. Then she kissed me. I felt all excited down in my tummy when her tongue went into my mouth again. I LOVE when she kisses me like that!!

Then we got out and Mommy held my hand when we went up to the door and rang the bell. Then the door opened and there was Aunt Evie, giving me and Mommy a big smile!

I guess I should say more about Aunt Evie. She and Mommy are best friends just as much as sisters, and they spend lots of time together when Aunt Evie isnt traveling. Which she likes to do, a lot. Her face looks like Mommy’s does, but her body is more thin and she has bright blond hair like me, only short. Aunt Evie is one of the prettiest ladies I know, and really nice too.

When we were inside, she kneeled down and held my face in her hands. Then she kissed me on the lips the same way like Mommy, with her tongue going in my mouth. It felt so strange, but exciting too! My face was all hot when she was done.

Then Aunt Evie looked up at Mommy. She said, Have you told her yet?

Mommy said, No, but she’s ready to find out.

I just stood there like a big dummy, not knowing what they were talking about. They both smiled down at me like they had some big secret. Then Aunt Evie said, Lets all go up stairs.

We followed Aunt Evie to her bedroom. I have never been in there before. The bed was really big. There was a big wardrobe with mirrors on its doors and a dresser by the window.

Mommy took my hand and sat me on a stool in front of the dresser and told me to sit quietly and watch. I didnt know what was going to happen, but I could see there was something big and important going on, the way they looked at each other and at me.

You wont believe what happened then! Mommy started to take her clothes off, all of them! It was so neat, watching her slide out of her skirt and blouse, then let her big breasts out of her bra. She didnt care that I was looking at her cause it wasnt only me, Aunt Evie was looking too.

Then when she was totaly naked, Mommy got onto the bed and lay down with her legs open wide. I know its rude to do but I couldnt help but stare at her pussy, it was so pretty. The sides and top were all covered in this lovely brown curly hair, and where it opened was all shiny and pink.

What do you think of your Mommy’s pussy? Aunt Evie asked me.

I whispered it was beautiful. My face got all hot when they laughed, but Mommy looked happy. When she saw me look at her pussy, she moved her legs even more wide apart. I was so excited that she was showing off her body to me. My own pussy was tingling, a lot.

Then Aunt Evie began taking off HER clothes! I must have looked funny with my mouth hanging open when she took off her skirt, then her top. She didnt wear a bra, I guess cause her titties are smaller than Mommy’s. Although they were just as pretty. She slid her panties down and I got a good look at her pussy too. She had less hair down there than Mommy does.

I wondered if they would ask me to take my clothes off next. They didnt, but what they did then was a even bigger suprise. Aunt Evie got onto the bed and crawled right over Mommy, layed down on top of her and they kissed. Not just a little bit — they REALLY kissed, their mouths and tongues moving together. Mommy’s hands went around Aunt Evie’s back, then slid down to her bottom and started squeezing it.

I was warm all over. I had to press my hand to my pussy cause it felt so funny down there. I didnt know if that was all right for me to do, but watching Mommy and Aunt Evie all naked and kissing made me have to touch myself.

They were still kissing when Mommy moved her legs open and Aunt Evie got between them, sort of pushing into her. Mommy’s hands were on Aunt Evie’s bottom and she was squeezing it.

Like when Mommy watched me yesterday, the feelings in my pussy were building up and getting strong. Mommy and Aunt Evie were breathing hard and making sort of crying sounds when they rubbed together. I was pushing my fingers into the front of my panties hard as I could, and it felt so good it made me dizzy.

Aunt Evie was rubbing her pussy against Mommy’s while they kissed, and Mommy had her legs around Aunt Evie’s behind.

Then Mommy cried out, her head going back. I knew what that meant! I couldnt believe I was getting to watch her come, just like she saw me do it. And then Aunt Evie gave a little scream, and she was coming too just like Mommy.

It was so exciting that I thought I was going to explode! And then this super feeling happened to my pussy, down deep inside like it did when I touched myself yesterday. I tried to keep looking at what was hapening on the bed, but the feelings were so big I had to close my eyes. I came, I told myself.

When I opened my eyes, Mommy and Aunt Evie were lying in a hug, smiling at each other and kissing. Then they looked at me and held their arms out, and I climbed in bed with them and they snuggled with me. It felt so nice to be lying between my Mommy and Aunt, both of them naked while I still had clothes on.

Mommy told me what I saw was a big big secret, and if I didnt tell anyone then they might let me do that with them sometime. I just blushed and giggled, but I really wanted to!

We cuddled for a while, and then it got to be time to go home. I wanted to watch them do it again but I didnt think I should ask. I liked when I saw them get dressed.

I cant stop thinking about what Mommy and Aunt Evie were doing. Are they girlfriends? That seems funny somehow for two sisters to be like that. I have to ask Mommy about it.

Wow, it’s late! I have to stop now before Mommy or Daddy sees my light is still on.

*****

Monday 17th January, 1966

I saw Claire today, so I asked if tomorrow was good for me to go to her house and play. She was super excited that was coming over, and so am I cause she’s so sweet and pretty. I cant wait!

This morning while Mommy and I were at breakfast, I asked her about how she and Aunt Evie got started doing the things I saw them do. She told me all about it, and I wanted to write the story down while I still remember. This is what she told me.

It happened back when Aunt Evie was 14 and Mommy was 17. Of course she wasnt my mother yet, just a girl named Sophie. So thats what I will call her when I write the story down here.

One night Evie asked Sophie if she ever got kissed by a boy before, and she said no. Mommy told me things were different when she was a girl and you had to be way more grown up before you could kiss.

Evie had a idea, that they should both practice kissing on one another so they would be good at it for when they went out with boys.

First Sophie thought the idea was crazy and didnt want to. But Evie begged her pretty please, so she finaly said she would.

They sat on Evie’s bed. Both of them were feeling shy. Mommy said that they began slow, just letting their lips touch. Then Evie started kissing her more like lovers do it, pressing her mouth into Sophie’s.

They did that for awhile, then Evie said that she wanted to try REAL kissing. Mommy told me she was afraid, but something she felt inside made her want to do it anyhow.

Mommy’s eyes got all dreamy when she told how Evie held her face between both hands and whispered, I love you Sophie. Then she leaned in and kissed her all soft like before, but this time she let her tongue go in her big sister’s mouth.

I got warm between my legs when Mommy said how wonderful that kiss was. She told me it was the nicest feeling she ever had, and it made her want to kiss Evie back the same way. So she did, and she even put her arms around Evie’s back and hugged her close.

They kissed for a long time, and decided they liked it a lot. So after that, Sophie and Evie would sneak off when they could and practice some more. Mommy said they were both playing a game and pretending like they wanted to get better and better at kissing for when Grandma and Granddaddy let them date boys. But she told me that it was really cause she and Evie liked kissing each other a lot, and they just made it be all about boys so they wouldnt feel like they were being bad.

Then a few weeks later, she and Evie had to share her bedroom cause a pipe busted in the bath and Evie’s room was full of water. So when bedtime came they took off their clothes and got into bed together wearing nighties and underpants.

The lights were out and Sophie was just starting to go to sleep when Evie asked if she wanted to practice kissing.

Mommy told me that whenever she and Evie kissed before they always had clothes on. Mostly they did it behind Granddaddy’s shed, where I used to play sometimes when he was still alive.

But now they were in a nice warm bed and not wearing much. That made it different.

They hugged each other for a little bit first, getting warm and cozy, then they started to kiss. Well, Sophie and Evie figured out pretty fast that kissing like this was lots nicer than how they mostly did it.

Then Evie said they should both take off their nighties and underpants and hug without anything on, cause she bet it would feel even better. Sophie felt kind of afraid, but she wanted to anyhow. So they got out of bed and took everything off, then crawled back under the covers.

Mommy told me that when they kissed this time, it was like magic!

She and Evie both loved how it felt to be naked and cuddling each other. That was when they got sort of wild and rubbed their bodies together, like when I watched on Sunday. Then Evie slid her leg between Sophie’s and pushed it against her pussy, and that’s when Mommy figured out that she and her sister were making love.

She told me how she knew right away that this was something she and Evie should NOT be doing, but she didnt even care. Mommy said, thats when I knew how much I loved my little sister. I felt all shivery inside, seeing Mommy as she said those words.

Anyhow, Sophie started rubbing Evie’s pussy with HER leg, both of them still kissing with tongues, and Evie moved her hands down her big sister’s back and started to touch her bottom. She was holding it while they were moving their bodies together and it felt so good that Sophie came, right then!

Mommy had made herself come with her fingers before but had never had someone else do it for her, and making love with Evie was lots better than when she touched her pussy. (There’s a word Mommy told me  that means to touch yourself down there, but I have to get her to tell me it again cause I forgot.)

So while Sophie was coming she kept pushing her leg against Evie’s pussy, so her little sister could get that great feeling too. And soon Evie did. After that Sophie held her close.

They didn’t talk about what had just happened after it was over. Instead, they both said I love you, then fell asleep.

Mommy said that after that night she and Evie made love whenever they could.

I wish I had a sister, so I could do things like that with her.

*****

Tuesday 18th January, 1966

Mommy woke me up early this morning. She did it with kisses that began on my face and moved down to my neck and shoulders. Then she took my nightie and pulled it over my head, so all I had on was panties. Then she took those off, too! I was suprised, but tried not to let her see.

She kissed me on the mouth then. With her tongue, the way I like. Then she was kissing down my neck and it felt really, REALLY good. All of a sudden her mouth was on my nipple sucking it. That was even better!

That was when I felt her hand moving my legs apart. Somehow I knew that Mommy was going to touch me between them. I was a little scared but excited too. So, so excited! My pussy was open for her and real wet.

Mommy came close to kiss me again and I opened my mouth, wanting her tongue. Then I was kissing her back the same way, my tongue going into HER mouth. I didnt even think about doing that, it just kind of happened! She made a sound that told me that she liked it. Our tongues were playing together, and it felt so nice.

Then Mommy’s fingers were doing things to my pussy, and I had a BIG explosion down there right when she touched me! I held her tight while it happened, and her arm was around me when I came.

She smiled at me when it was over, kissed me and told me she loved me before she left. I lay back and rested, but only for a little while cause I had to wash and get dressed before the school bus came.

At school today Claire always seemed to be close by. She and I are good friends now, which makes me feel special.

Claire held my hand when we walked home together, and I smiled cause it made me think about Mommy and her sister, and if they held hands like that when they were little. That made me wonder if Claire liked to do stuff with other girls the same way as they did. I kept thinking about that as we skipped to where she lived. Her home is on Chestnut Street, a big beautiful house made of red bricks.

No one else was home, so Claire took me to her room to show me her toys and things. Her room was a lot bigger than mine, and she had this play place in there with all kinds of dolls and toys, and records and a player. She put a record on and we danced for a little bit, but the music got slow so we stopped and sat down together.

Then Claire asked if I was wearing my pretty underwear. I felt funny, getting on my knees in front of her and lifting my skirt so she could see my pink panties. I held still for her so she could feel them. I got a shiver when her fingers touched me near my pussy. I was getting that feeling down there again!

What about you? I asked Claire.

I sat back down while she got up on her knees. Then she was smiling at me as she let me see her pretty panties. They were yellow, with little blue flowers. I reached out like she did to me and touched them. She was all warm underneath.

Have you got hair down there yet? she asked me. Her eyes were excited.

I nodded, feeling my face get hot.

Claire said that she did too, and she pulled the front of her panties down and showed me her pussy! It was kind of like mine, but different too. Her hair was lighter. I wanted to feel how soft it was.

You can touch it if you want, she said like she knew what I was thinking.

I reached out to touch her with my fingers and felt her pussy. She closed her eyes and made a sound like our cat does when he’s happy. I could tell she liked it.

That makes me feel nice, she said. Then she got all shy and looked down at the floor and asked if she could do it to me.

I got back on my knees and lifted up my skirt. Before I could do more she was already there in front of me, pulling my panties down until she could see everything. Then her fingers were on me, rubbing my pussy.

Do you like that? she asked. I nodded and she giggled and touched me some more. It felt SO good!

She said, Lets do it together.

I said OK, but that I bet it would be even better if we took off our panties first.

She liked that idea. We stood and took our panties right off then sat on the bed together with our skirts pulled up. Then she put her hand between my legs and I put mine between hers.

She told me to do what she did, her voice all shivery like she was cold. Then her finger was going up and down on my pussy.

My heart was beating fast and I felt hardly like I could breathe, but I wasnt about to stop! I was moving my finger like she was, then I found where her pussy opened up and pushed my finger into her.

Claire said, Oh, Susie! like she was suprised. I guess she was, really. She started to feel around for the opening to my pussy, and then her finger was moving in me too.

We did that for a little while, but I wanted to make her come so I looked for her clit with my fingers. Claire didnt want me to stop what I was already doing. But then I found her little bump, and her eyes went WIDE open. Oh my gosh! she said. I guess she didnt know about that part of her pussy.

Then she was touching my clit, and it got pretty wild then. We rubbed each other more and more until we were coming at the same time. Claire and I were laying back on the bed and looking at each other and we were breathing hard, whispering to each other about how good it was.

Then it was over. My hand was on Claire’s pussy and she was touching my leg. Her fingers were wet, and it was so exciting to think that it was me that made them that way. We were quiet but it was a happy kind of quiet, like after you listen to a pretty song and dont want to say anything.

That was when we heard the door downstairs open and Claire’s mother called out. We jumped up fast and put our panties back on, and when Mrs. Prost came in the room we were looking through Claire’s records.

Mrs. Prost said I could stay for supper but I hadnt thought about that before, to ask Mommy if I could. I knew she was expecting me to be home. So I told her, Thank you, but maybe some other night. She smiled and said I had very good manners.

I got my satchel and Claire walked with me to the front door. When I said goodbye to her, she gave me a look that made me feel warm all over and said she had a great time.

It was SO exciting doing sexy things and nearly getting caught, but I wish I could have had more time to play games with Claire. I wanted to try kissing her.

Maybe next time?

Continue on to Chapter 3

By JetBoy

For the purpose of this story, my name is Susan Burroughs. In fact, all the names in this text have been changed. I am sixty-two years old and live in Fremont. California, with my partner Elaine (again, not her actual name).

I have been a lesbian for my entire adult life, and for nearly all of my teenage years as well. The story you are about to read is compiled from the diary I kept from my thirteenth birthday onward; it tells of how I first became a lover of women.

I’ve removed the portions of my diary entries that have nothing to do with the main plot line — what I ate for lunch that day, TV shows I watched, records I bought, the everyday drama of junior high school. For awhile, I was fairly excessive about documenting my day-to-day life, and much of it will have little to no interest to someone who wasn’t there at the time.

On the other hand, after considerable thought on the matter, I’ve chosen to leave in the various errors I made in spelling, grammar and sentence construction, and hope that you will not find them too much of a distraction. I was only thirteen, after all!

I’ve never shared these pages with anyone but a few of my lovers. Many thanks to Cheryl, Naughty Mommy, and JetBoy for assisting me in finally making them public.

*****

Tuesday 4th January, 1966

Hello, new diary! First, I guess I should write a little about me. My name is Susie Burroughs, and I live in Spencer, Nebraska with my mommy and daddy, no brothers or sisters. I’ve got brown eyes and real long blond hair. I’m in seventh grade. I love horses, roller skating, pizza (YUM!) comic books and Bugs Bunny cartoons.

But most important of all, I’m officialy 13 today. Yay!!

It was a really great day. We had cake with ice cream on top after supper. Mommy got me the Herman’s Hermits album I wanted, some books and a pretty new blue dress. Daddy gave me a brand new bike, with a wicker basket and a little horn and everything! Grandma sent a card with money inside. I want to use some of it to buy these neat stickers I saw at the Hobby Hut to put on my new bike.

But the very best part was when Aunt Evie came by! She just got back from her trip to France. Mommy didnt tell me she was home just so she could suprise me for my birthday. I felt so happy to see her that I was jumping all around the living room! She brought me a pretty sweater from Paris.

We all had a real good time, and I got to stay up a hour later which I get to do EVERY night now, cause Daddy promised I could when I turned 13.

Before she left Aunt Evie came to my room. I was in bed and about to turn out the light, and she knocked on the door to say that she had another present for me. It was this diary, which has a lock on the front. She told me I should write all my sexy girl things in it. When she said that, she tickled me under my arms a little bit and made me giggle.

I hoped Aunt Evie would tell me more about sexy girl things cause I don’t know a lot about them. But she didnt, she just smiled at me and gave me a big hug and said Good night, birthday girl.

I’m a little afraid to ask Mommy what Aunt Evie means. I know some stuff about sex, but there is lots that I dont understand.

*****

Thursday 6th January, 1966

After I finished my shower I spent some time in the bathroom looking at myself. I opened my legs real wide and looked at my pussy. That’s what the girls at school call it when they’re talking about sex stuff. I dont look so much like a little girl any more cause I grew some hair down there. It felt kind of funny touching there while I looked at everything. I had to wipe myself when I was done.

Mommy looked at me sort of strange when I came out. I felt my face get hot, and I hurried fast to my room to get ready for school.

Maybe after I finish writing this, I can look at myself down there again. There are things I still want to find out.

*****

Saturday 8th January, 1966

Daddy went off to play golf, and Mommy took me out to eat lunch at the counter of Woolworths. I got a chicken salad sandwich, and Jello with whip cream on top.

Then we went to this little shop downtown. It was a nice store that just sold things for girls like party dresses, jumpers and pretty panties and stuff.

The owner was this woman with a nice smile named Miss Decker. She said this would be a private fitting, so she had to close the store. I guess it was OK, cause no one else was there any how. She had this cute sign that said SORRY WERE CLOSED, with a picture of a man with a sad face, which she put in the window, then she locked the door. It made me feel kind of special, the whole store being closed just for me!

Miss Decker took us to a room in the back and gave me a Coke to drink while she talked to Mommy. Then she brought out these real pretty bras with matching panties. Miss Decker helped me take my top off so she could measure me. I was so excited to be getting my first bra!

The measureing tape was cold, and it made the nipples on my titties feel tickly and stand out. Miss Decker just laughed and said that was natural. She put her hand over them one at a time, and I giggled cause it made them tingle.

I wasnt sure if I should let this lady touch me there. But Mommy was watching and smiling at us, so I guess it was all right. It sure made me feel nice.

Then Miss Decker suprised me. She asked if I would like for Mommy to touch me there!

I looked over at Mommy, not sure what she would say. But she just smiled, so I said OK.

I felt REALLY funny, going over to Mommy without my top on and just standing there, but then she ran her warm hands over my titties and it felt wonderful. Then she gave me a kiss and told me I was a good girl and she loved me.

The new underwear we picked out was very nice. Mommy wanted to see it on me, and I was shy about taking all my clothes off in front of her and Miss Decker. But I didnt want to act like a little kid, so I took off everything.

They both said I looked so pretty that I didn’t feel so shy any more. I started to like showing off all the different panties they gave me to try, standing there while they smiled and clapped.

Mommy bought me three bras and panties that match. Then she promised me we can go back for more next week. I gave Mommy a big hug for being so nice and she kissed me, right on the mouth! Not a quick little kiss like she always gives me. This time it lasted much longer and her mouth was all soft and warm. She never did that before. It made me feel strange but in a nice way.

When she finaly let me go Mommy gave me the prettiest smile as I stood there with my heart beating fast. She reached out and touched my cheek and whispered, Sweet Susie. Something about the way she said that made me all shivery inside.

Then Mommy laughed and took my hand, and we said goodbye to Miss Decker and left for home.

It was a intresting day, with lots of new exciting things that happened. Being 13 is even better than I imagined it would be!

*****

Monday 11th January, 1966

When we changed for gym class, Claire noticed my new underthings and told me how pretty they were, and how she wished hers were nice as mine. Claire kept touching me while she looked, she even ran her hands over my panties! Wow did that ever feel funny, but I liked it a lot.

Then she pulled her dress up and showed me her panties, too! So I felt her too, the same way, and she just smiled at me. But I was afraid someone would see us, so I only touched her a little bit.

Later before school finished, Claire came over and asked if I would like to go to her house after school some time next week. I said I would love to. So exciting!

*****

Thursday 13th January, 1966

Aunt Evie came over for a suprise visit. I was in my room doing my homework when she suddenly was at the door and asked if she could come in.

She looked around at my Barbie collection and told me she collected teddy bears when she was little. I told her that I never played with my Barbies any more. Really I do sometimes, but only by myself so no one will know.

She asked if I was writing in my new diary too, and I guess my face went red when I told her I was, cause she giggled and bet me it was all lots of secret naughty things. I pretended it wasnt, but then she was tickling me to get me to say it was. I was laughing hard as her fingers made me twist around on the bed.

I was out of breath when she suddenly stopped. Mommy was at the door, she came to tell us dinner was ready and she smiled at me in kind of a funny way before she turned to leave. I felt my face get warm when I saw my skirt was up and you could see my panties. Then Aunt Evie hugged me close and gave me a squeeze before she got up to go downstairs.

Later that night Mommy came in as I am getting ready for bed. She asked if I mind that Aunt Evie was tickling me. I told her I didnt, how it was just us having fun. Mommy smiled and kissed me on the mouth again all soft and nice, like she did the other day.

It felt kind of strange, but I loved it. I wish she kissed me that way ALL the time.

*****

Saturday 15th January, 1966

I woke early this morning and just lay in bed looking at my Barbie dolls, up on the shelf. It made me think of Aunt Evie and when she tickled me, and Mommy looking at my panties when my dress was up, and the way she kissed me later. It made me feel sort of funny down between my legs. I was all tingly and warm.

I wanted more of that feeling. So, I put my hand inside my panties and touched where it tingled the most. It felt good, all sort of hot and shaky inside. I stopped though cause I was all wet down there, and I thought maybe it was my period. I jumped up quick to look, pulling my panties down and moving my legs open to see.

It wasnt blood. But still, I was all wet between my legs. Like I was the other day only this time there was more of it. Lots more.

I was all curious now, so instead of pulling up my panties I sat on the bed with them down to my knees and I touched myself again. Wow, it felt REALLY good this time!

Then I heard Mommy come down the hall to my room. I was scared of getting caught , so I pulled up my panties fast as I could, and pushed my skirt down right before she came in.

She must have seen something in my face when she opened the door, cause she looked serious all of a sudden. She closed the door, and sat down beside me to ask what was wrong.

It was so stupid of me, but I just couldnt help myself. I started to cry like a little kid. I tried to explain to Mommy what I was doing, how I was touching myself and it made me feel strange but nice. I was so afraid she would be mad at me!

Then I was sitting on Mommy’s lap against the front of her nightie, and she stroked my hair and rocked me. Her titties felt like a nice warm pillow, and I was thinking about what they looked like under her clothes. I guess that I saw them when she gave me milk after I was born. But that was a long time ago and I was too little to remember.

Mommy lifted my chin to look into her face and she smiled at me, calling me her precious baby, and she just laughed when I frowned at her. I hate being called a baby, and she knows it!

She held my face in her hands and kissed me that soft and slow way I like so much. Only this time I felt her tongue go into my mouth! Wow, was THAT different! I felt something like a bolt of lightning go through my belly, and it made my body give a little shake, but I held on to Mommy and let her kiss me more. Then she sat back and smiled. All I could do was stare at her, and my heart beat so loud I think I could hear it.

She put her hand on my cheek and asked me to show her how I touched myself. Her voice was all soft and low, and something about how she said that made me feel all funny. I didnt feel scared at all, but I knew some how when I looked in Mommy’s eyes that I didnt need to be.

Mommy watched as I put a hand in my panties to touch my pussy again, like before she came in my room. Then she stopped me and asked if I would take off my underpants for her, so she could really see me doing it.

I felt SO funny as I stood and pulled my panties off. Mommy helped me sit back against the headboard, then got me to open my legs wide so she could see everything. Then she looked at me while I touched myself.

This time, it was even better than before. I could hardly breathe and I felt a tingle all over. My pussy was so warm and wet!

Something inside told me to go faster and harder. I was feeling all dizzy and breathing fast. My body felt like it was moving to grab hold of a thing I couldnt reach, but if I tried hard, I could catch it.

I pushed my fingers between my legs, and suddenly it was like something went BANG inside of me. I couldnt sit still, and shook like I was cold as I rubbed myself. I wasnt cold, though, I felt hot all over! It felt better than anything I’ve ever done for a little bit, then it kind of went away. Then I was staring down at my hand, still lying on my pussy. I was breathing fast, just like when I run.

Mommy was there holding me close. She said I was her little darling, her grown up girl, smiling at me and kissing me so soft, the way I liked. I wished she would put her tongue in my mouth again, but I was too shy to say.

Did I do good? I asked, wanting to lie in her arms all day long.

Oh, your the best! she told me with a little laugh.

She cuddled me for a little longer, then stood up and told me to go wash up and come down for breakfast, just like she did every morning. It was like she had turned back into my old Mommy again. I’m not sure what that means exactly, but that was how I felt.

A little while ago, just before I got ready for bed, I snuck up to my room while Mommy and Daddy watched TV and closed the door, then took off all my clothes and lay down. I left the lights on to see everything. I started to touch myself again, moving my fingers up and down my pussy, letting the good feelings grow and grow.

There were different places to touch down there, and they all felt great in some way. I even put a finger INSIDE of me a little bit, and that was good too! I also liked moving the tip of my finger around where the inside of my pussy started, that made my head feel like it was spinning fast.

But the best best BEST of all was this little bump at the top of my pussy that when I touched it, the feelings got really huge in me, like when I let Mommy see me do it this morning. So I rubbed there, and after a little while everything began to get all fast again.

Then that explosion thing came, only it didnt suprise me like before. I could almost SEE it get closer and closer until it was grabbing me, and I was breathing hard and shaking all over. It was even better this time!

I lay quiet for awhile, feeling my heart go fast, then slow down until it was like always. Then I got up to wash my hands and put on my nightie and brush my teeth.

Now I’m sitting in bed and writing this. It’s past my bedtime so I have to stop here and turn out the light before Mommy or Daddy comes up to see why I’m not asleep.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By JetBoy

I suppose this story really began when my husband of fourteen years, a professor at a local university, walked out on me one day for one of his students, leaving my ten-year-old daughter Kim and I to fend for ourselves.

God, it was hard, learning how to manage as a single mother. But I was lucky enough to get a job I could do from home, so I could still be on hand to raise my little girl. And Kim, bless her, was a wonder — helping me out in every way she could, always giving me the encouragement I needed to build a new life for us both. I don’t think I could have coped without her.

At twelve, Kim was already a dazzling beauty. Her long flowing hair shone like spun gold, setting off her deep blue eyes. She was already ripening deliciously; her breasts were small but perky, and her cute bottom filled out a pair of shorts quite nicely. She loved being bare-legged, and usually only wore a t-shirt and panties around the house.

But Kim was more than beautiful. She was also a sweet-natured, adorable girl who I loved dearly. I found myself staring at her sometimes, utterly amazed at this wondrous being I had somehow created.

As for me, I was a still-single mother who still looked good at the age of thirty-six. Always slender, my body was in great shape, the result of eating right and regular exercise. My honey-hued hair was done in a pixie cut, and my eyes were, as a lover once told me, the light blue of a summer morning.

I still got my share of attention from men, but truth be told, I wasn’t really interested in starting up a new relationship with a guy. Instead, my desires lay in another direction… but I’m getting ahead of the story.

I’d planned an extra special weekend for me and my daughter, in celebration of her thirteenth birthday. First, I took her to a fancy restaurant, where I let her sneak a few sips from my glass of wine. After dinner, we went shopping at a store that specialized in sexy lingerie. I’d decided that, now that Kim was a young woman, it was time for her to have something a bit more glamorous in her underwear drawer the than plain cotton panties she always wore.

We had a marvelous time at the shop, trying on all kinds of naughty underwear. Kim picked out some very risque things, and I ended up buying them all for her.

When we got home, I’d planned for us both to curl up on the sofa and enjoy a nice romantic comedy DVD. Instead, Kim insisted that she model her new underthings for me. Then she got the idea that I should pose for her, too!

“We’ll have a sexy fashion show!” she squealed, bouncing up and down with excitement.

“But honey,” I laughed, caught up in the girlish enthusiasm that sometimes made Kim seem more like a child of eight than the teenager she now was, “I didn’t buy any underwear today.”

“Doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter,” she sang. “Just put on something… hot. Like you’d wear on a date.” She clapped her hands in glee. “This is gonna be awesome!”

After hanging up my coat, I’d impulsively uncorked another bottle of wine; a quality vintage I’d been saving for a special occasion. Kim asked me very sweetly to give her a glass, and I poured her a small one — after making her swear, cross her heart and hope to die, not to tell anybody. Needless to say, it only added to her giggly mood. I was laughing quite a bit myself, actually.

But, as Kim insisted, the show was to go on, no matter what! She disappeared into her room to change, while I sat down on the sofa to relax with wine glass in hand, feeling quite satisfied at how nicely our day together had turned out.

When my daughter walked into the living room wearing only a lacy bra and matching thong, I gasped at the sight of her. Oh, I knew she was becoming a young woman, but at that moment it struck me for the first time exactly what that meant. Seeing her was like watching a real model strut before me. I clapped my hands in absolute delight when I saw how sexy she had made herself, while Kim smiled and winked, acting saucy and being quite the little tease.

I had an excellent view of her tight little bottom, bare but for the thong running between her cheeks. The small triangle of cloth that covered her vulva barely concealed a thing.

I felt my cheeks flush a bit, looking at this lovely creature that was my daughter. My temperature was rising, and I blamed it on the wine I’d drunk — but deep down inside, I knew better. I had been without a true sexual release in some time, from a man or a woman, and the sight of my little girl was beginning to arouse me.

It seemed as if I had always been bisexual, from the day I understood what sex was. In fact, my first experience was with a girl, and I’d enjoyed lesbian love many times since then. I never cheated on my husband with another man, but I sometimes felt a yearning for the touch of a woman that was too strong to resist.

And now that he was gone from my life, that side of me seemed to have taken over. I’d had a few brief flings with other women over the last couple of years — nothing serious, just satisfying my sexual appetite.

But recently, I’d found my lesbian desires taking an odd new direction. I began to catch myself glancing longingly at younger girls — dreaming of kissing their pouting mouths, imagining them naked and in my arms.

When fifteen-year-old Becky from across the street was mowing the lawn in a cut-off t-shirt and skimpy denim shorts, I watched her through my bedroom window and masturbated to a shuddering climax, lost in a fantasy of tugging down those shorts, parting her buttocks and licking the sweaty crack of her ass.

This and other similar cravings alarmed me at first, but as time passed I came to accept my desire for girls as part of who I was. After all, it wasn’t as if I planned to do anything about making these fantasies come true.

So there I was, an attractive thirtyish woman, beset by wistful longings for a beautiful young girl to become my love partner, to share my bed and my life.

Only now, it was my own thirteen-year-old daughter who was making me feel that familiar, forbidden hunger, standing before me in the skimpiest of underthings, light-headed from good wine. I felt my pussy throb in my panties as I studied her exquisite bottom, my body suddenly alive with sexual heat. How could this be happening?

Kim paraded in front of me, then stopped to pose, her near-nakedness proudly on display. I tingled from head to toe, and my body felt hot and cold at the same time. She’s your child, I said to myself, trying desperately to deny the confused lust that raged through me. She’s your daughter. She’s never dated, probably never even been kissed.

But that only made my excitement all the more acute. I couldn’t help but think how perfect it would be to teach my newly teenage daughter about the mysteries and pleasures of sexuality. Kim was a sweet virgin flower, and the thought of being her first lover had me quivering inside.

Gazing deep into Kim’s eyes, I told her how beautiful she was. She giggled, then flopped onto the couch. Her legs parted to give me a tantalizing peek at her barely concealed vulva, and my heart skipped a beat.

“Your turn, Mommy!” she squealed. “Put on something sexy!”

With a weak smile, I rose and strode numbly into my bedroom.

I stood over my drawer of underthings, heart racing as I weighed my options. Could I really do this?

And suddenly, I knew that I could. I wanted my baby to see me in the most provocative lingerie I had; wanted to lewdly flaunt my body before her. More than anything, I hungered for Kim to see me as a sexual being. Even if it came to no more than that, it might be enough to know that my daughter could think of her mother as an object of desire.

I selected a couple of items, then quickly undressed.

When I emerged, I was dressed in sheer red panties, worn beneath a filmy white pegnoir that fell to my upper thighs. I’d gone without a bra, and my breasts were clearly revealed through the gauzy material, the nipples erect and throbbing.

The sight of my daughter’s eyes going wide as I moved toward her in my naughtiest underthings only stoked the fires of my lust. Her hand rose to cover her mouth. “Oh, Mommy…” she whispered, “you… you are so hot!”

She lifted her arm, almost if she wanted to touch me, then stopped herself, carefully placing her hand on her bare thigh. A surge of excitement flooded through me when I noticed that.

“Turn around, Mommy… let me see all of you!”

I slowly twirled, giving my daughter a good look. The panties I wore were all but transparent, so I knew that Kim was getting a great view of my ass.

She shook her head in wonder. “Wow… hope I look as sexy as you do when I’m thirty-six!”

I reached out to brush her cheek with my fingertips. “Such sweet things you say, honey.”

She grasped my hand and brought it to her lips, kissing the palm. Then her eyes met mine and… something flashed between us. I wasn’t sure of exactly what it was, but I sensed in that instant that this crazy fantasy of making love to my daughter might be more than a dream.

Kim broke our gaze first, her face flushing slightly. “My turn,” she murmured, rising from the sofa, “I’ll… I’ll be right back!” She gave me a fleeting smile, then quickly exited into her room.

I slowly seated myself, my heart racing at the thought of what I would see next — and that strange but thrilling glance that had passed between my baby and me. For the first time, I wondered if my thirteen-year-old girl had ever experienced lesbian cravings.

When she came out again, my cunt throbbed at the sight of her. She wore a see-through nightgown that I had thought a bit grown up for a girl of thirteen… but she had insisted on having it, and I’d easily given in. Now she was wearing it and nothing else; showing me all of her exquisite body, naked behind the gossamer material.

She was perfect, simply perfect: nipples brushing against the gauzy fabric, her vulva in full view, adorned with the merest hint of pubic down. My heart was skipping wildly at the sight of her.

“Do you like it, Mommy?” she asked me shyly, a bashful smile on her lips.

I smiled and held out my arms for her, and she came to me. I gathered her close, feeling her warm soft body nestle into mine as we cuddled on the couch. She gazed up at me, still waiting to know what I thought.

I kissed her cheek and whispered, “I like it very much, sweetheart… and you are the most adorable creature I have ever seen.”

She lay in my arms, her tiny breasts pressed against my own. My very soul was alive with desire — for my own thirteen-year-old child! I was helpless in the face of it, unable to stop myself.

I kissed her again, but this time on the mouth. She mewed with pleasure as I did so. “Oooohhh, I like that, Mommy… do it again.”

“Oh, I could kiss you like that all day long, sweetie,” I cooed in my sexiest voice, making her giggle.

You have to understand this: I was all too conscious of how wrong these feelings were. It was incest — and lesbian incest with an underage girl at that! But having Kim’s near-naked form on my lap, nestled into me so enchantingly, only made me want my daughter all the more. This newly realized hunger needed to be sated.

Leaning into Kim, I kissed her, more deeply this time. I thrilled to feel her warm, luscious lips press into mine, then hesitantly part, as if inviting her mommy to explore.

I slipped my tongue into my daughter’s mouth, nearly swooning as I savored her warmth, her softness, the taste of her cherry lip gloss. Her body trembled in my arms as she molded herself to me. Then I knew for certain that Kim wanted this as much as I did.

My hand slid slowly up the front of her body as we kissed until I cupped one of her small breasts, covering it with my palm, then moving my hand around in a circular motion to tease her nipple. She moaned into my mouth, shifting her body so that it pressed tightly into mine.

This was it — a line had definitely been crossed. I was making love to my little girl.

I felt her nipple harden between my fingers and I teased it, twirled it and lightly pinched it, making Kim whimper with pleasure.

“Ohhhhh… oh, Mommy… that feels so good…”

Kim’s words only spurred me on — telling me to do this thing, to take my little girl right there and then. Our mouths were locked in a passionate kiss, tongues mingling deliciously. Her breathing was fast and excited as my hand left her breasts, sliding down to grasp the hem of the nightgown she wore and tug it up to above her belly, leaving her sex bare.

My hand moved over her tummy and down to her thighs, finally resting on her lightly downed pussy. She was warm and wet, and a soft cry escaped her throat as I touched her moist petals.

“Open your legs for me, sweetheart,” I breathed. “I’m going to make you feel nicer than you can ever imagine.”

She immediately parted her thighs, revealing her glistening slit to my hungry gaze. Licking my fingertips, I sought out the tiny bud of her clitoris, coaxing it forth from her labial folds.

It was an absolute delight, watching my baby squirm in my lap as I pleasured her. Kim’s pussy quickly grew moist, and my eager fingers glided deftly up and down her vulva, taking the occasional detour to caress the clitoris, which made her squeal with delight. I even traveled further down to explore the sweet jewel of her anus, sliding a finger between her cheeks to stroke the dark cleft.

My daughter was panting frantically, clutching the arm of the sofa tightly as her pleasure grew and grew. As for me, I was delirious with perverse joy. My darling Kim was about to come — for the first time? — and I would be the one to make it happen.

I fingered my baby’s slit until she arched her back, her body going iron-rigid for an instant. Then a small scream tore loose from my daughter as she came. I felt her virgin cunt pulse to my touch, her thick fluids moistening my fingers, a few drops falling to anoint my bare thigh.

I kissed my daughter hotly as the intensity of her climax began to wane, and she parted her lips to accept my probing tongue. She ground her pelvis against my hand, already wanting more; asking without words. I decided to give it to her.

I slid a finger into Kim’s cunt, right up to the fragile barrier of her hymen. She was so wet that it was easy to push through the thin membrane with a stroke, claiming the prize of her virginity.

She cried out, more in surprise than pain, and I gently soothed her. My finger remained motionless inside her as I whispered, “Relax, honey — the hurt will be gone very soon, I promise… then we can enjoy more good feelings together.”

Kim bit her lip and nodded, stilling herself as best she could while I kissed away the single tear that rolled down her cheek. Finally she murmured, “It… it feels better now.”

I began to slowly, slowly move my finger about inside my daughter, rolling it about to gently stimulate the walls of her vagina. Her juices were already beginning to flow anew as my baby’s cunt opened up to me, growing increasingly hot and slippery.

Kim gazed up at me dreamily with adoring eyes. “Mommy, am I a woman now…?”

I smiled, leaning in to place a playful kiss on the tip of her nose. “Yes, angel. You’re a lovely young woman, who I adore more than anything.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and hugged me close, our faces nearly touching. “I love you too, Mommy,” she breathed. “Really love you.”

My heart sang as I realized what Kim was saying to me. She knew that we were now more than just mother and daughter — much more.

I nuzzled her ear. “Would you like for me to make love to you, honey? ”

The words came so easily to me, as if Kim and I been intimate many times before. She blushed, but quickly nodded her head.

“Stand up, sweetheart,” I murmured. She did so, and I reached for the hem of her delicate nightie and gently tugged it up and off, leaving Kim nude. Then I rose, smiling at my child. “Would you like to see me naked?”

Kim nodded again, and I pushed the straps of my own nightgown from my shoulders, letting the delicate garment slide down to puddle at my feet. I stood before her, clad only in sheer panties.

My daughter stared at my breasts as if she were hypnotized, then raised her face to mine. “You’re perfect, Mommy.”

I reached out to caress her cheek. “Want to take off my panties?”

She nodded again, her eyes huge as she knelt before me, grasping the thin waistband of my barely-there knickers and tugging them down to my feet. I stepped from them and stood proudly before Kim, my thighs parted to let her see all of me.

Slowly, hesitantly, my daughter extended a timid hand to touch my sex. Her fingers first tangled in my pubic curls, then pressed in to find the juicy flesh.

Kim seemed enthralled as she gently explored the folds and contours of my cunt. “Such a pretty pussy,” she whispered, moving in close for a better look. I could feel her warm breath caress my thighs.

It was too much to take — I had to have my daughter, now!

I tugged Kim’s shoulder, raising her to her feet. My arms twined round my girl’s slender body, then slipped down to cradle her baby-soft bottom as I claimed her mouth in a kiss. Her tongue flashed to life, sparring with mine.

Breaking away, she buried her face in my breasts, kissing them, her lips finding their way to a nipple.

I whimpered, cradling Kim’s face to my chest as she suckled me for the first time since her infancy. Her hand was busy fondling the other breast, brushing the tip with her fingers.

My own hands were not idle; the right still traveling the contours of her pert little ass, the left slipping between her thighs to explore my baby’s slit, still moist from her climax. I coated my fingers with her juices, then brought them to my mouth to taste. Ambrosia…

She noticed what I was doing, and raised her face from my breast. “D-does that taste good?”

I rubbed my nose against hers. “You’re luscious, sweetheart.” My hand cupped her vulva once more, a finger wriggling into her cunt to moisten it — then I offered her the glistening digit. “Go on, Kim,” I purred, “taste yourself.”

A wide-eyed Kim hesitantly took my sticky finger into her mouth, sucked it clean, then smiled. “It’s kinda weird… but I like it.”

“So do I, honey. In fact, you’re so yummy that I’d like to have a real taste.” I brought my lips to her ear, whispering, “Can I lick your pussy?”

“S-sure, Mommy,” she replied, blushing at my boldness.

I positioned my daughter on the edge of the couch, her bottom perched on the edge, legs spread wide and her wet pussy slightly open. I went down on my knees before her, enraptured by my daughter’s beauty.

With trembling fingers I opened her slit even wider, then kissed inside the dewy flower. “Oh,” Kim whimpered.

My tongue emerged to glide slowly, exquisitely up the cleft of my baby’s vagina, savoring the tart flavor of her. Placing my hands on Kim’s shivering thighs, I licked again, flattening my tongue to bathe her vulva.

My heart throbbed like a V-8 engine. This was really happening — I was living out my forbidden fantasy of making love to a young girl. A little girl who also happened to be my own beloved daughter. I felt like the luckiest, most blessed mother in the world.

Kim’s little hand sought out mine, squeezing it tightly as I went down on her, my lips and chin now sticky with her essence. My head was tilted sideways, and I was French kissing my girl’s cunt as if it were a lover’s mouth, probing inside her body with an eager tongue. Then I trailed my way down to the sweet rosebud of Kim’s anus, licking in between her angel-soft cheeks. She gasped in disbelief, clearly shocked that her mother would commit such a lewd act. I lapped at my little girl’s asshole for a minute or so, then returned to her luscious pussy for a few more open-mouthed kisses.

Kim cried out loud, her pelvis arching from the sofa to meet my mouth. She tasted so sweet and delicious, juicy as some exotic fruit I’d never tried before. My child’s fingers tangled in my hair as she held me between her thighs, ripples of pleasure surging through her slender frame. I slipped my right hand beneath Kim’s squirming bottom, my thumb pressing into the crack of her ass to slide up and down the slick crease while I ate her.

Suddenly Kim’s body tightened, and I knew that she was about to come again. Wanting to take her even higher this time, I began to suckle the tiny nubbin of her clitoris. She shuddered almost convulsively, crying “Oh, yes, Mommy… d-d-don’t stop! Oh, God, that feels so… so…”

Placing the tip of my thumb against the tight pucker of my daughter’s anus, I slowly pushed the tip, then its length into the slippery heat of her rectum.

Kim bucked furiously, the back of the couch hitting the wall with a thump as her climax kicked in. Her fingernails dug into my scalp, her thighs squeezed my face like a vice. But I kept sucking at my baby’s clit, rolling my thumb around in tiny circles inside her asshole. Her long, keening cry of ecstasy echoed through the living room, gradually fading to a sob as her orgasm crested and receded. My oral loving gave way to feather-light kisses, gently bringing Kim back down from paradise.

Finally, I lifted my face from her wet pussy to gaze adoringly at my daughter. Kim lay spent, panting for breath, hair tousled and her body gleaming with perspiration. She was so beautiful in the aftermath of her pleasure that I suddenly felt like crying tears of pure joy.

Kim’s eyes slowly flickered open, a dreamy expression on her face. “Oh, Mommy,” she breathed, “that was… wow.”

Still kneeling between my baby’s thighs, I wrapped my arms around her waist, my face buried in the softness of her tummy. “Wow,” I agreed.

“Can I have another kiss?” Kim shyly asked.

I raised my face to hers, and our mouths met. This time, my daughter was the aggressive one, circling my neck with both arms as she thrust her tongue into my mouth. I melted into Kim’s embrace, letting her take me. She hummed happily as she licked her way around my lips, tasting her cunt.

She broke away, tossing her hair back. Her eyes shone excitedly. “Mommy? Can I lick you down there? Like you did to me?”

Sure you can, honey, if you really want to,” I replied, giving her a sultry glance. “But first, you have to say it the right way. Say, ‘Mommy, I want to eat your pussy’.”

“Ooooh!” Kim squealed gleefully. “That’s bad!” Then, composing herself, she gazed deep into my eyes, clasped both hands together and cooed, “Oh, Mommy… I really want to eat your pussy. May I, pretty please?”

I sat down beside her on the couch and drew both knees up to my breasts, spreading my thighs wide to show Kim everything I had. “Sweetheart,” I whispered, “you can do anything you want to me.”

Kim licked her lips, transfixed by my slutty display, then slowly pushed herself from the sofa to kneel before me. Her eyes were wide with wonder as she reached out to touch my cunt, gasping as her fingertips made contact with the rosy flesh. “Y-you’re so hot, Mommy!”

“Yes, I am,” I murmured, trailing my fingers through her golden tresses. “I’m hot for you, little lover.”

Kim’s mouth formed a perfect O when I called her that. “Cool,” she whispered, then leaned in close to grace my slightly open pussy with a kiss. I gave a soft cry when I took the first lick, her tongue gliding over my labia. Oh my God, it felt absolutely divine.

I wasn’t sure how Kim would take to eating pussy — but she clearly loved it, making happy humming sounds as she buried her nose in my pubes, a warm, wet tongue finding its way into my lust-slicked vagina.

“Oh yes, Kim,” I moaned. “Yes.” I cradled her head as she went down on me, my eyes growing moist with joyful tears. How could it have taken me so long to discover this? I had raised and adored my beautiful child for all of her thirteen years without seeing how much more powerful our love could be…

My heart raced at the thought of it while I watched Kim pleasure me, a dreamy look on her face as her sweet mouth explored the folds of my cunt. I imagined my daughter and I, living as lovers, sleeping in the same bed — our bodies tangling together in sexual abandon whenever we chose.

I saw myself sending Kim off to school in the morning with a passion-filled tongue kiss, my hand straying beneath her skirt to caress the front of her panties before saying goodbye. Or coming home from the gym to find my daughter waiting for me, stretched out on my bed, naked, wet and eager for her mommy’s loving.

My child’s hands rested on my thighs, the wet sounds of mouth and cunt mingling with her purrs of contentment. Her tongue circled the opening of my slit a few times before slipping inside to probe about.

My imagination strayed further, ever wilder images exploding in my mind. I pictured Kim and I in my car at the local make-out spot, clumsily undressing before getting into hot, sweaty sex in the back seat. I saw my daughter and I in the changing room of some department store, watching one another try on sexy underthings, then coming together in a ravenous kiss. I’d slip her pretty panties down and off, then lean my little girl against the floor-length mirror, lifting her skirt to lick at her juicy slice. Kim would bite her knuckles to keep from screaming as other customers strolled unknowingly past our cubicle.

Now my daughter was was licking me with long, luscious strokes, bathing my vulva. She trailed her tongue up the sticky slit to tease my clitoris — and that was when I nearly lost it.

I clutched her head, bright green pinwheels whizzing crazily behind my eyes as I fought for breath. “Oh God, baby… keep d-doing that, keep licking me there, yes honey, ohhhhhhh!”

And bless her, my angel Kim sucked my clit between her lips, just the same as I had done for her, flicking at the inflamed pearl with the tip of her tongue.

I cried out, seizing up as a convulsive orgasm enveloped me in its fiery embrace. Sweet shocks of pleasure lanced through my shuddering frame, wrenching me this way and that. I clutched at myself, all but overcome by the sheer intensity of my release.

Finally, my climax began to recede, the heat of ecstasy fading to a lovely warmth. I drew in a long, shaking breath, then exhaled slowly, my body relaxing back into the couch.

My eyes inched open to reveal Kim, smiling up at me from between my legs. “Did I do good?” she murmured.

I was so giddy with joy that I began to laugh, even as my eyes grew moist. “Oh yes, sweetheart, yes.” I reached out for my baby, sniffling as I drew her into my lap. “Mommy’s little angel… oh, Kim, you m-made me feel wonderful.”

I sought out her mouth with my own, kissing my daughter with every ounce of passion inside me. Tasting my cunt on Kim’s face was a thrill that stirred the soul, quickened the pulse. I sucked on my baby’s lower lip, then licked at the wetness that coated her chin.

Then I hugged her to me, my little girl who was now a woman. Her slender body rested peacefully against mine.

We cuddled quietly for a long while before Kim whispered, “Mommy?”

“What, sweetheart?”

“Does this mean… um… are we girlfriends now?”

I stared into space, suddenly tingling from head to toe at those beautiful, beautiful words… like a benediction from my child’s lips. Gently lifting her face to mine, I whispered, “Would you like that, Kim?”

Eyes sparking, she nodded. “Yes, Mommy. Yes, I would.”

Reaching for her hand, I pressed it to my lips. My soul radiated love for this heavenly creature, my daughter, now offering herself to me. “I’d like that too, baby.” I placed her hand above my breast, and Kim’s eyes widened in awe as she felt the throbbing of my heart. “Precious child… I love you.”

“I love you too,” she breathed. Tilting her face up to mine, Kim’s eyes drifted shut, her lips parting slightly. She was waiting for me to kiss her, so I did.

Our tongues met and entwined as my daughter and I shared our first embrace as open lovers. She began to shift about in my lap, legs scissoring together as our kissing grew increasingly heated. I knew how she felt.

Finally Kim broke away, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “Um, Mommy… can we make love some more?”

I stroked her cheek. “I think we should, honey. Only… let’s go to my room, and do this on a nice big bed.”

“Cool!” she squealed.

So my daughter slid from my lap and turned to me with a smile, extending her hand. I took it, and we padded naked through the house to my bedroom, ready to take the next step in our new life together.

*****

The idea for this story was sparked by Delia Wild’s excellent “A Mother’s Taboo Desire.” I thank Delia for her inspiration, and wistfully wonder where she has been of late…

By JetBoy

Sometimes, love is exactly the right thing for the blues. That was true of the day I spent with my mother last week.

Though my grades had been excellent, my first year of college had been pretty hard on the romantic side of my life. First Jenna dumped me after four months of non-stop sex, and then Becka left me for a boy. I struggled though finals and finished the year near the top of my class.

I drove down the street I had grown up on, lined with beautiful homes on either side complete with impeccably manicured lawns and large, shady trees. There was a large magnolia in our front yard, and I looked forward to sitting in its cooling shade, sipping iced tea.

And then it came into sight. My home. And the most important person in the world, waiting inside for me.

“Molly!” my mother cried from the deck as I turned into the bottom of the driveway and parked there. She raced down the wooden steps to me, stopping beside my Camaro. She wiped her hands on the apron that dangled from her neck over the elegant blue dress that loosely covered her shapely figure. It was my favorite of Mom’s dresses, and she knew it. I was pleased and a little excited that she’d worn it for me.

Her arms warmly enveloped my trembling body and held me close, and I could already feel the tension and hurt I’d been carrying for the last few weeks evaporate like the morning mist. I felt her warm breath caress my ear, and her soft breasts pressed against mine. I touched her cheek with my lips, and Mom replied with a tender kiss, lovingly placed at the corner of my mouth. Then she drew back, her face glowing with adoration, whispering, “My baby.”

“Come in out of this heat,” she murmured, her hand reaching for mine, and I happily followed into the coolness of indoors. My lips still tingled from her kiss, leaving me hungry for more.

In the kitchen, she pointed at the round oak table with claw feet that had been there all my childhood. “Sit down… I’ll pour you some coffee.”

I watched her bare legs and feet as she walked here and there, my heartbeat quickening slightly. I found myself staring at her hips, the curve of her womanly ass.

“Still like it black?”

I nodded and leaned against the back of the chair… my legs parting, skirt riding up slightly.

Mom sat the old ceramic mug in front of me and touched my hand. “So good to see you again.” It had only been a few months, but she made it seem more like years.

She pulled a chair out from the table so it faced mine and settled casually in it. Her foot reached out to touch my leg, then began to slide along the underside of my calf. We smiled, as if Mom was just playing — but I was already feeling the storm, rising inside me.

“Becka left me.” I’d already told her that over the phone, but didn’t know what else to say just then. I sipped my coffee, feeling her foot move against my leg. My eyes shifted to her breasts, enticingly hidden beneath her blouse.

She removed the apron, draping it carelessly over the back of a nearby chair. “It’s all right, angel. Momma will make everything better.”

A button was absently unfastened, and Mom’s top gaped open, exposing only bare skin where her bra should have been, but wasn’t. Her hand rested between her knees, the hem of the dress riding higher along her thighs. She shifted a bit, leaving her body even more exposed to me.

I could feel a delicious warmth rushing through my slender frame. My tongue slowly slid across my lower lip as I studied the pale flesh of my mother’s legs beneath her skirt. She wore lacy stockings that came up to just above the knees, and I felt a sudden urge to rub my face against them, trailing kisses up to the tender flesh of her thighs… and higher.

Mom noticed me looking, and smiled. “I’ve missed you so much, baby,” she whispered, and her eyes locked with mine. I could see the need she felt right then, every bit as strong as mine. It made me shiver.

Too excited to remain seated, I walked to the counter on trembling legs, pouring coffee into my almost full cup. “Want some?” I murmured, turning back to her.

She rose — her gaze never leaving mine — and slowly moved closer until she was standing directly before me. Reaching around to take a cup from the cabinet, I felt a full breast pressing against my arm. Her lips touched my neck, and I sighed blissfully.

With a smile she placed the cup on the counter, where I filled it. “Thank you, honey,” she breathed, the words gossamer on my cheek.

My body now pulsing, hard and fast, I turned my face toward my mother’s. My lips caught hers. They met for a brief, tantalizing moment. I closed my eyes, waiting for and wanting her kisses.

Then she was speaking to me. “Mabel was over the other day. Her husband was out of town.” Mom’s hand lightly grazed my back. The coffee I’d just poured for her sat untouched. “We spent the afternoon, doing, oh, all kinds of things.” She smiled knowingly. “It made me think of you.”

She leaned closer, her body now pressing against mine so tightly that I doubted a sheet of paper could pass between us. My mind raced. My cunt was dripping.

I savored her natural fragrance and twisted my body against my mother’s. My nipples were already erect as they grazed hers. We said nothing as our lips touched again. The tip of her tongue spoke for her, mine for me.

At first, it was a soft kiss. It lingered, then I felt her lips part. Standing as tall and erect as her, I met her passion with my own; our tongues played. My hand rested in the small of her back and slid down to the crevasse between her buttocks. Her hand lay atop my left breast. “Mmmmmm,” she moaned into my mouth. Her fingertip pressed against my erect nipple, circling the peak.

My hand fell, fingers lingering in the shallow canyon of her bottom, pulling her tighter against me. The two layers of fabric that separated us seemed to vanish, even though they were still there. I purred with pleasure as I sucked her tongue.

Her fingers began to wrestle with the bottom of my blouse in an effort to free it from the waistband of my skirt. I inhaled and the next tug was a success. Her hand now rested against the bare skin of my belly before gliding upward. Her touch was fanning flames of pure lust within me, the heat almost unbearable.

As my hand roamed the globes of her firm bottom, I realized that she wore nothing under the dress. My heart sang with happiness as I realized that Mom had left her panties off for me. I trailed my hand round her body to cup the mound in front, a finger digging though the dress into her slit. She gasped, but did not protest. A soft yes filled my mouth.

Our lips slid moistly together as our tongues engaged and entwined lovingly. My hand pressed more firmly against her cunt, roughly fondling the vaginal opening. Her wetness could now be felt through the front of her dress. My mother’s undulating hips, rocking against my hand, told me she wanted more. I did too.

I grabbed at the hem of my mother’s skirt and jerked it up until it rested over her back. At last, my fingers became sticky with her thick, warm juices as I fondled her cunt. I felt for the hard nub of her clitoris and stroked it, sensing its inflamed state. Her thighs parted further, giving me room to play. “Yessss,” she breathed, her lips caressing my ear.

My hand became pinned to my thigh as she ground herself against me in wanton joy. Her head drew back and I studied her excitement, eyes wide, mouth slightly open, her warm breath caressing my face. “Ah, yes… ohhhh, honey — oh! OH!” Mom threw her head back, panting furiously as she came. Her nails dug into my back, but I didn’t mind. Finally, with a moan, she fell limp against me, her mouth warm against my neck.

I held my mother close as her ecstasy crested and ebbed, then she lifted her head to smile at me. Her cheeks were rosy. “Oh, Molly. It is so nice to see you,” she sighed. “I’ve missed this so terribly.” We shared a tender hug, then I watched as she unbuttoned my blouse, cooing with delight to see that I hadn’t worn a bra.

She bent forward and nuzzled first one breast, then the other. My fingers tangled in her hair as she took a nipple between her lips and began to suckle, occasionally teasing the tip with her teeth.

I dwelled on how divine Mom’s mouth felt against my breast for a lovely moment, then gently lifted her face to mine. “We’ve got all afternoon,” I whispered, my words drifting around us in the still afternoon air.

Mom stood and smiled lovingly, brushing a few stray bangs from my face. “True, there’s no rush… but I need you now.”

With that she turned, her hand tugging me down the hallway. Our bare feet padded against the thick carpet, my mother and I almost floating together towards the bedroom. Our bedroom.

My mother undressed me. I was wearing only a skirt and blouse, so there was not much to remove. Her words were sultry as she bared my body. “I dreamed of you last night, angel. It was a good dream. We did such… wonderful things together. Nasty, crazy love.” She teased my nipple with a fingertip, cooing as it stiffened. “We pleased one another for hours, you and I.” She leaned close and sucked the tip of my breast between her lips… then lightly bit.

I gasped, “Ohhhh.” My hand cradled her head to me, my mother’s face pressed against my breasts. My head spun so that I could not stand. Somehow Mom sensed this, and guided me to the bed. I sat, my thighs spread wide for her. I opened my cunt with trembling fingers, offering myself to my beautiful, desirable mother.

She gazed hungrily at me, licking her lips. “Your pussy is so lovely.” Her eyes never left mine as she unzipped her dress, letting it puddle at her feet. My mother stood before me, naked but for the strand of pearls around her neck — an elegant touch that only inflamed my lust for her all the more.

“Touch yourself, sweetheart,” she purred, “I want to watch.”

I lay back as a fingertip revealed my clitoris. The pink nubbin throbbed, begged for attention — and I provided it.

“Ahhhh,” I sighed, my hips bucking. The fingers from my other hand dug deep into my vagina, quickly becoming wet and sticky. My body undulated upon the bed as I rode my hand, teased my clit. “Mmm… yes,” I gasped.

My mother’s eyes shone, her hands stroking her breasts while she watched me masturbate for her. “Ohhhh… Jesus!” I screamed the words as I continued to pleasure myself — squirming, shuddering, moaning. I thrilled at the joy of performing for my mother, savored her lustful gaze.

She watched as I came… watched as I coated my fingers with the tart essence of my sex. “Mom,” I whispered, staring at her, wanting her. Come to me.

Mom sat beside me and touched my slit, moistening a fingertip. I whimpered as she brought it to her mouth to lick. She smiled. “Delicious.”

Her eyes locked with mine, my mother slowly lay down between my thighs, breathing deeply of my musk. Her lips parted, and she pressed a warm, open-mouthed kiss into the molten core of my sex. I moaned, delirious from the pleasures of my mother’s love.

Then her lips parted, Mom’s tongue emerging to slide into my cunt, rolling around inside me. Then she drew back for a moment, sampling the flavor as if she were tasting it for the first time and amazed by how much she liked it. “Yes,” she breathed, “sweet ambrosia…”

She knelt before me and kissed my vulva, then placed her hands on my hips as she pushed her tongue inside me.

My mother fucked me with her mouth — probing, exploring, seeking the nectar that dripped from inside me and drinking it down. A tear of joy fell from my cheek as my mother went down on me, pleasuring her own daughter with all the love in her heart.

She paused to swivel herself around atop me, straddling my face, her own luscious pussy now inches from my lips… then buried her face between my legs once more to lick.

I gazed up at Mom’s gorgeous cunt — a thick tuft of gloriously unshaved pubes, the glistening pink flesh of her sex nestled enticingly within. My fingers teased the slit open, and I lifted my head to kiss inside her flower. She moaned, and I wrapped my arms around Mom’s womanly hips, pulling her down to my hungry mouth.

We feasted upon one another, daughter and mother sharing true love and gloriously drunk on the pleasures of incest. I ate Mom’s pussy like a woman possessed, her thick, luscious fluids now dripping from my lips and chin. I’d never found a lover with a juicier cunt than hers, or one whose body fitted mine as perfectly as Mom’s did.

I was happy. My blues were gone. It was not the first time I’d made love with my mother, nor would it be the last.