Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

In the morning, Angela had yet another set of surprises for us.

Kelly and I awoke just before 8:30, according to the crystal clock beside the bed. We kissed, then decided to take a shower together, soaping up each other’s bodies and playfully touching our private parts, although we didn’t have sex.

We each tried some of the new cosmetics, then put on our robes and went out to see if the others were up yet.

They were. We found them in the living room, and they were fully dressed.

Bambi was on the floor playing with some dolls, and her mother was sitting in an armchair, writing in a notebook. The woman’s long legs were crossed, showing plenty of thigh.

Angela wore a very short pleated red and white miniskirt that made her look like a cheerleader, along with a tight white V-neck sweater with the sleeves pushed up to her elbows. I noticed that today she did have a bra on. She was wearing a pair of white strapless sandals with three-inch heels. Her lovely legs were bare.

Her 9-year-old daughter was in a baby-blue crop top that barely covered her chest and bright green spandex short-shorts that clung to her little body, clearing revealing her puffy labia. She had green and white sneakers on her feet.

“Good morning, loves,” Angela greeted us. “You both slept well, I trust?”

“Yes, very well,” I told her. “But now I feel like a slouch. We’re not even dressed yet, and look at you, you both look fabulous.”

Angela laughed. “I just had some things to arrange this morning, so Bambi and I got up and out of bed a little earlier, didn’t we, baby?”

“Yeah, but not until after I licked you.”

“That’s right, you did, you sweet girl,” her mother smiled.

The doorbell rang.

“Ah, there’s our breakfast,” said the tall blonde. “I hope everyone’s hungry.”

I realized that I was indeed quite hungry, even though we’d enjoyed such a big dinner the night before. All that sex must have burned a lot of calories! “I sure am,” I said, and I turned to Kelly. “How about you?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Me too!” added Bambi.

Angela opened the door and three very pretty young women came into the suite, each pushing a large cart packed with covered dishes. Instantly the room became filled with mouth-watering smells.

The women set up a huge gourmet buffet for us, with southwest-style scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, bacon, two kinds of sausages, waffles we could make ourselves, hot and cold cereals, an assortment of pastries and muffins, four different juices to choose from, and a big pot of hot coffee. In addition, there were two covered plates that contained freshly made eggs benedict.

“I thought you might like to try this, Sharon,” Angela said as she uncovered one of the dishes. “The restaurant chef told me he has a special recipe for the hollandaise sauce, which he could never reveal but was certain we would enjoy.”

“It looks just wonderful,” I said, taking a sniff, “and it smells even better!”

The large living room had a table set to one side with four padded chairs around it. After arranging the buffet, two of the young women prepared the table for us, putting on a white linen tablecloth, silver place settings, and a beautiful centerpiece of fresh flowers.

While they were doing that, Angela said to the third woman, apparently the lead server, “And then the other part, if you will, in about an hour,” as she casually slipped something into the woman’s hand, which I believe was a $20 bill.

We began dishing up our plates and sat down to enjoy breakfast. I did try the eggs benedict, which was truly remarkable, along with juice and coffee. Kelly decided to make herself a waffle, and Bambi had cold cereal — Frosted Flakes — and a cherry-filled pastry. Angela sat next to me, with the other plate of eggs benedict.

“Where do you and Bambi live?” I asked her. It seemed strange that I had not asked such a simple and obvious question before then, but we’d had, of course, plenty of other things commanding our attention.

“On the east coast,” she said, “in a, well, on a large estate. Most people would probably call it a mansion. It’s been in my mother’s family for generations. I inherited it when she passed away three years ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear about your loss. Is your father still alive?”

“I’m not sure. He and my mother divorced when I was a child, and I haven’t seen him since.”

“Like my dad,” said Bambi.

“Yes, just like your father. I guess it runs in the family.”

Kelly had finished preparing her waffle and sat down on the other side of me. “That’s like my dad too,” she said, “only then he died.”

“Yes,” I explained. “My husband and I split up when Kelly was still a baby. We didn’t see much of him after that, just short visits once or twice a year, and then about six years ago he was killed in an accident on the job.”

“That’s just terrible,” Angela commented. “It’s so sad. What sort of business was he in?”

“It was construction. He worked with heavy machinery, big tractors and things. I guess they can be dangerous if you’re not careful.”

“How awful. Kelly, I’m sorry you had to lose your father that way,” said Angela.

“That’s okay. I still have my mom and she’s the best.”

I smiled and winked at her.

“Yes, she is,” Angela agreed. “You’re a very lucky girl.”

“Um, do you have any brothers or sisters?” I asked her. “And, you know, I just realized, I haven’t even asked if you have any other children yourself, besides Bambi.”

“No, just her,” she smiled as she ruffled her daughter’s hair. “This little one is plenty. She’s a handful, I tell you.”

Bambi giggled.

“And no siblings either. It was just me and my mother. We were close, though, like Bambi and I are. I loved her very much.”

I wondered just what she meant by ‘close’. Could that run in the family too?

Bambi was done eating and got down on the floor again to play with her dolls. Kelly finished up her waffle and ate a strip of bacon, and a minute later she was done too. She asked me if she could play with Bambi and of course I agreed.

Angela smiled lovingly at the two little girls playing on the floor with their dolls, and then got up from the table. She walked toward the large windows on the wall between two of the bedrooms. There was a glass door on the side that opened onto a small terrace. She opened the door and stepped outside. I followed her.

It was a bright sunny day, but still a bit brisk in the morning air. I pulled the robe more tightly around me. Angela wrapped an arm around my shoulder and kissed my cheek.

“I’m so pleased that Bambi chose you,” she told me. “It’s been such a delight getting to know both you and Kelly.”

“It certainly has been an adventure for us,” I smiled. “A spectacular, thrilling, and very happy adventure.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that. Do you expect that now, when you go home, you’ll continue being close this way, with your daughter?”

There was that word again.

“Yes, I’m pretty sure we will. Actually, I’m very sure. We had a long talk about it last night in bed before we went to sleep. We are, well, for the time being I guess you could say that we are not just mother and daughter, but also lovers.”

She squeezed my shoulder. “That’s nice. That can be a very good thing.”

“Are you,” I began, “um, I mean, how long have you and your daughter been close that way?”

“Since she was 7. We’d always been loving and affectionate, of course, but that’s how old she was when I first brought her into my bed and taught her how to help me feel good when I would masturbate, how to kiss me and suck on my nipples, and soon after that, how to lick me and put her fingers inside me and so on.”

“How old was — oh, I’m sorry, I know these are very personal, intimate questions. You don’t mind my asking them, do you?”

“Of course not.” She kissed my cheek again, moving her arm down to hold my waist. “You can ask me anything. Anything you want.”

“Well, then, how old was Bambi when she had her first orgasm?”

“That was about a year ago, when she was still 8. She’d been helping me have orgasms for some time by then, in various ways. One of the ways was by licking my pussy, and she often liked to have me lick her too, the same way. She would sometimes get excited when I did that, but she never climaxed until, when was it, early last summer. We were in California, and I was licking her one night, and then suddenly she just came in my mouth. It was great.”

“That is great,” I told her. “You two seem very happy together.”

“We are. I’m very lucky to have a girl like Bambi.”

After a minute or so without talking, as we stood comfortably next to each other, her arm around my waist, I said, “Can I ask how old you were when you first had sex?”

“I was 10,” she answered right away. “It was with my mother.”

My eyes went wide.

“Does that surprise you?” she asked.

“No… well, yes, I guess it does, although maybe it shouldn’t. Like you said, it runs in the family, right?” I smiled at her.

“That’s right,” she chuckled, and seemed to reminisce for a moment before going on.

“My mother loved sex, really loved it. But only with women, not with men. When I was a little girl, she would always have several girlfriends either visiting or staying at our house — the place Bambi and I live in now, which is where I grew up — anyway, she would have her girlfriends there, four or five or six at a time, and they would all sit outside by the pool in their bikinis, and the servants would bring them drinks, and they smoked pot, and rubbed oil on each other’s bodies, and then there would be kissing, and pretty soon they would get up and go off to the bedrooms, sometimes in pairs, or threesomes, or even bigger groups.”

“So, you knew they were having sex?”

“Well, not when I was very little. But yes, by the time I got to be around 7 or 8 years old I’d figured it out. Of course, it helped that they weren’t very careful about closing the bedroom doors, and it really helped that my mother would leave all these magazines out that were filled with pictures of beautiful young women either touching themselves or making love with other women.”

“Wow.”

“And then there were the videos. Often my mother and her girlfriends would watch movies together, lesbian porn, of course, and they usually didn’t mind if I watched along with them, when I got to be a little older anyhow. And while they were watching, they would sometimes masturbate or caress each other. So, I learned all about sex between women very early.”

“Wow.”

“Some of my mother’s magazines were not porn, per se, but they were nudist magazines, with pictures of naked women and also young girls, girls my age, who were naked. Some of her magazines even showed women apparently having sex with little girls, or at least becoming very affectionate with them. My mother found me looking at one of those magazines one day, and she sat down with me, and we looked at it together, and we talked about how nice it was for a woman and a girl to be together, how they could touch and kiss each other in special ways, and make each other feel very good, and then she started doing those things with me, and that’s when we had sex for the first time, when I was 10.”

“Wow.”

“You keep saying that.”

“Yeah, well, it’s a pretty amazing story,” I told her.

“I know,” Angela chuckled, “you’re right, it is.”

“And did you, um, did you keep having sex with your mother for, I mean, for a long time?”

“Yes, we did. Starting when I was 10, and up until — well, the last few years of her life she was pretty sick — but from when I was 10 years old until I was in my late 20s, we had sex quite often, almost every day, I’d say. Even after I got married, which lasted only a couple of years, she would come over to my place, or I would go to hers, at least two or three times a week. We loved each other very much, and we wanted to be as close as we could as often as we could.”

I thought about that for a minute, and then I asked, “Did you, or did she, that is, ever involve you with her girlfriends, sexually, I mean?”

“For a while she did, starting when I was around 11 or 12, but a few years after my mother and I became lovers, she lost interest in anyone but me. She told me I was giving her all that she wanted, everything she had ever wanted, and she didn’t need or want anyone else. And so, by the time I was around 14, the other women stopped coming to see us, and then it was just my mother and me.”

I turned to her and kissed her gently on the lips. “Thank you for sharing all of this with me.”

“You’re welcome, darling.” She returned the kiss. “Thank you for listening. And thank you for sharing yourself and your lovely little daughter with me.”

Then she glanced at her watch. “And speaking of lovely little daughters, it’s just about time for…”

And as if by magic, the doorbell rang.

“Wow, perfect timing!” Angela beamed. “How did I do that?” She kissed me once more on the lips and then we went inside.

Bambi had already answered the door.

Another cart was being wheeled inside by the third young woman, the one I assumed was the lead server. Angela asked her to take the cart into the master bedroom and just leave it, not to worry about setting anything up. Then she tipped the woman again and let her out the door.

I wondered what this next surprise might be. The girls and I waited in the bedroom for Angela to come back.

When she did, she smiled at us and said, “All right, are you three ready for one more round of excitement before Bambi and I have to say goodbye?”

We all nodded eagerly.

“Good,” Angela nodded. “Sharon, you and Kelly go into your bedroom and take off your robes. Then come back here naked.”

My daughter looked at me, eyebrows raised. I shrugged my shoulders, grinning, and we trotted off to do as we were told, holding hands and giggling all the way.

We came back a moment later, still holding hands, now both naked.

“Aren’t they a pretty sight?” Angela asked her daughter. “Such a lovely mother and daughter. And so very fuckable.”

Kelly and I laughed, blushing, as the little 9-year-old girl clapped her hands.

“Now,” Angela continued, “the next thing is, Kelly, I want you to take off Bambi’s clothes.”

“Okay,” said Kelly. She released my hand and went to Bambi. She lifted the little blue crop top up and over her head, and tossed it aside. My daughter looked at the child’s enticing breast buds for a moment, admiring them, then extended her hands to tease Bambi’s small pink nipples. She fondled them gently and leaned in to kiss each of them several times. The little blonde sighed in pleasure.

After that, Kelly knelt and removed Bambi’s sneakers and socks. Still on her knees, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of the spandex short-shorts and pulled them down, revealing the girl’s hairless vulva. She wasn’t wearing any panties, of course. My daughter gave her friend another big kiss, this one smack in the middle of her pussy lips.

And now that Bambi was naked, Kelly stood up and turned to Angela.

“Very nice,” said the blonde woman. “You two get up on the bed and watch while Sharon takes off my clothes.”

The girls clambered onto the bed and sat with their bare legs hanging over, eager to see the show. Angela stepped to a spot right in front of them and waited for me.

I went to stand next to Angela. In her heels, and with me barefoot, she was more than six inches taller than I was. I put my hands over her breasts and squeezed them. I could feel that the bra she had on was very thin. Her erect nipples pressed into my palms.

Standing on my tiptoes, I kissed her lips. Then I gripped the bottom of her white sweater and began pulling it up. Angela raised her arms and I removed the sweater. The bra was flesh-colored and almost completely sheer.

I put my hands on her breasts again. I loved the feel of her stiff nipples jutting out through the fabric. Then I undid the front clasp, took the bra off, and laid it aside. I placed a hand under each breast and lifted them. I extended my tongue and flicked it over the tip of each long brown nipple. The girls sighed appreciatively.

I found the catch and the zipper on Angela’s pleated mini-skirt and opened them, then slid the skirt down over her hips to the floor, and she stepped out of it. The woman was not wearing any panties. Her beautiful shaved pussy was right there for us to see. I finished by removing the sandals from her feet, and then we were all four naked.

“Thank you, lover,” Angela said as she kissed my mouth. “Now, can anyone guess what the special treat is that I’ve ordered for us this morning?”

We shook our heads.

She put her hand out and placed it on Bambi’s shoulder, then slid it slowly down the girl’s arm. “Do you remember saying yesterday, Sharon, that my daughter’s skin was like peaches and cream?”

“Yes,” I answered.

Angela put her other hand on Kelly’s cheek, then slid it down onto her neck and onto her bare chest. “And you said your daughter’s skin was like strawberries and cream?”

She looked at me, and I nodded.

After giving each of the girls a quick kiss on the lips, the woman walked to the cart that had been delivered and wheeled it close to the bed. There were three covered silver bowls on the cart, each nestled in a larger bowl of crushed ice. There were also four small white dishes and four spoons.

“Well,” she told us, “because we’ve had such a very special time together here, I decided to order us a very special breakfast dessert to celebrate the love and affection that we have shared.”

She removed the silver covers from each bowl. “What we have here is fresh sliced peaches and fresh strawberries, along with crème fraîche.

“Mm,” I commented, “that sounds delicious.”

Angela turned to me, grinning. “You still don’t understand, do you, darling?” I frowned, and she leaned over to give me a quick kiss.

“I’ll show you,” she said. “Girls, scoot back further on the bed and lay down, next to each other. Move the covers out of the way, and the pillows. That’s right.”

The two naked little girls were laying side by side on the satin sheets.

Angela picked up a dish and spooned a few peach slices and some of the whipped cream onto it. Then she went to the bed and climbed onto it. She moved next to Bambi, and I thought that perhaps she was going to feed the special dessert to her daughter, but no, Angela had other ideas.

First, she took the spoon and dipped it into the cream, then licked the spoon. Keeping her mouth open, with the white cream on the end of her tongue, she bent down to Bambi, who parted her lips. Angela put her tongue inside the girl’s mouth and they shared the sweet taste.

They licked each other’s tongues and kissed each other’s lips. Soon, Bambi was giggling and that made Angela giggle too. Then she sat up and handed the spoon to me, but kept the dish with the peaches and cream.

Using her fingers to pick up a slice of the fruit, she dipped it into the cream. Then she rubbed the white froth over each of her daughter’s nipples. She squeezed the fruit between her fingers, making the juice run, and dribbled it onto the girl’s chest.

She put the rest of the peach slice in Bambi’s mouth, letting her eat it, then leaned over her daughter’s naked body and began messily licking the sweet cream from her nipples and lapping up the juices from her chest. Bambi giggled again.

With her lips covered in peaches and cream, Angela kissed the girl again on the mouth. This time Bambi did not laugh, but kissed her mother passionately.

When they finished the kiss, Angela sat up and turned to me. “Would you like to do the same with your little girl, using strawberries and cream?”

“Sure,” I smiled. I looked at Kelly and we both giggled. This would be fun!

I quickly filled a dish and got up on the bed next to Kelly. I looked at her lovely face, her smooth naked body, and I told her, “I love you, darling.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

I kissed my 12-year-old little girl and we nuzzled noses. Then I dipped a ripe strawberry into the cream and fed it to her. I leaned over and we ate it together, smearing the juice and cream all around on our lips and tongues, giggling and kissing.

I picked up another strawberry and dipped it into the cream. This time, I spread the cream on my daughter’s pink nipples, then squeezed the fruit between my fingers, dribbling the juices over Kelly’s lightly freckled chest and tummy. She giggled again.

Looking over at Angela, I saw that she had filled her hands with a mixture of sliced peaches and cream and was holding them over Bambi’s crotch.

Mashing her fingers together, Angela crushed the fruit, then began spreading the whole mess all over her little girl’s body, but mostly on her tummy, her thighs, and her vulva. Bambi closed her eyes and sighed as she felt her mother’s wet fingers moving between her pussy lips.

I thought, what a job this will be for the maids to clean up, but then I smiled as I remembered that Angela was surely paying plenty, and doing it gladly, for the privilege of making a mess like this.

Turning back to Kelly, I lowered my mouth to her breasts and carefully licked all of the sweet cream from her nipples, making them become very erect, and then I sucked her nipples. Kelly held my head in her hands and moaned. After giving a thorough sucking to both of my daughter’s nipples, I moved slowly down her slender body, licking up the strawberry juice.

When I reached her navel, the juice was gone. I reached into the dish and picked up two more strawberries. Dipping them into the cream, I held them over Kelly’s mound and crushed them in my hands, letting the juices drip into the scant patch of her pussy hair. I watched as the strawberries and cream mixture dribbled down through her soft auburn curls and onto her labia.

All this was making me very wet, and not just my hands, but my cunt too. I wanted to rub my clit and make myself come, but then I had another idea.

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