Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JetBoy

My husband Dan’s time off was over, and the day had arrived for him to take the chopper back to his job at the oil rig. Chelsea and I accompanied him to the heliport to say goodbye. I’d left Beth at my mother’s place that morning — she would have been too much of a handful.

We joined a group of women who were there for the same reason — to say goodbye to their men. It was easy to recognize the wives and girlfriends that were going to miss their partners the most. They hung onto them longer, unable to tear themselves away.

I hugged my Dan tightly, shared one last deep kiss, then waved as he boarded the chopper. Like always, I was saddened to see him go, but the knowledge that I was once more free to openly love my daughters made my husband’s absence less painful than it might have been. I still adored my man, but the sex I shared with Chelsea and Beth had become like a drug to me.

Even before the helicopter was over the horizon, Chelsea gave me that significant little smile and whispered, “Mama…”

We left the other families waving at men that could no longer see them and found our way back to the heliport building, where we soon located the ladies toilet. It was a simple facility; just two stalls, two sinks, a mirror. No one else was there, so my daughter and I quickly entered the corner stall, locking the door behind us.

I sat down on the toilet, and Chelsea unbuttoned my top, baring my breasts. Then she climbed onto my lap, straddling me. This left her legs spread wide apart as she bent to take my nipple into her mouth. I slipped a hand under my daughter’s skirt and between her thighs, thrilled but hardly surprised to discover that Chelsea had gone without panties that day.

My fingers strayed over my ten-year-old’s vulva, seeking her clit. She whimpered as I lightly stroked the tiny nub, her mouth sucking harder on my nipple. Oh, God, my body was screaming with the need for release. I thrust my free hand between us and began to violently grope at my mound, right through the front of the lace panties I wore.

It all came together soon enough. The pressure against my clitoris, the exquisite pain of having my nipple sucked as hard as this, a handful of my little girl’s sticky sex. My thighs quivered as if I were freezing, and my entire body went into spasm. I had to bite my lower lip to keep myself from screaming as I came.

I was just catching my breath when I heard the lavatory door swing open and two chatting women enter. Chelsea and I froze, then swiftly and silently began to rearrange ourselves. When she and I exited the stall, the two women saw nothing more than a mother and her little girl. We both paused long enough to wash our hands, then left.

We strode across the parking lot, me still a bit unsteady on my feet. As we approached our SUV, Chelsea ran ahead the last few yards and opened the rear door. She fell back onto the seat, then gave me a coquettish look. “Mama…” she purred.

This was a car park, a public car park. Most of the other vehicles had departed while we were in the toilet, but there were still a few scattered about. I glanced around nervously, then looked back at Chelsea. She had raised the denim skirt she wore to expose her bare pussy, legs spread far apart. The sight of that lightly downed slit had my head spinning as I climbed into the back seat to kneel above my daughter, awkwardly reaching behind me to tug the car door shut.

There was a risk of being caught, I suppose, but that only added to the excitement I felt as I dipped my face between Chelsea’s soft thighs and began to love her with my mouth. I licked, kissed and nibbled at my child’s dewy cunt, finally sucking at her clitoris until she was gasping her way through a shuddering orgasm.

When I finally looked up from my work, face shiny wet with my daughter’s juices, I saw through the windows that the car park was now empty. Licking my lips, I wondered if anyone had seen me go down on my ten-year-old.

Chelsea always took her pleasure in stride. Pausing to give me a messy tongue kiss, she clambered up front into the passenger seat, settling in before buckling her seatbelt. Opening the back door, I climbed out and took my place behind the wheel. She gave me a beautiful smile and said, “I love you, Mom.”

I smiled back. “Love you too, honey.” Patting my daughter’s knee, I started the car, put it in gear and set off to my mother’s house, where little Beth was waiting for us.

As we turned into the drive I spied Beth, seated on the front porch swing and holding the hand of my mother Anna.

As we came to a standstill, Beth came running up to me. I lifted her up and hugged her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and rained kisses on me. Chelsea went to hug her Gran. My mom is forty-eight and very fit, with generous breasts and an ass that was still amazingly firm.

Beth was calling “Mama,” even before we got through the door. My mother was the only one besides me and the girls who knew that I still nursed Beth at four, so I had no problem with doing it when she was around.

When we got inside, I sat down in a comfortable armchair, Beth perched in my lap. Unfastening my top and my bra, I cradled my baby girl’s face to my breast. Beth took a nipple into her tiny mouth and began to suckle. God, it felt so good.

“That’s lovely,” Mom said, “I think it’s wonderful that you still allow Beth to nurse.” She paused, smiling thoughtfully. “Perhaps I should have let you keep doing it.”

I felt myself blush slightly. “Maybe you should have. Sometimes… I don’t know, I find myself wishing that I could remember what it was like to be nursed.”

She smiled. “Well, you certainly enjoyed it. For me, it was an amazing experience… very sensuous.”

The warmth I felt seemed to be flowing down to my pussy. “Yeah… I feel the same way.” God, I was on fire. If Mom hadn’t been there, I would have been masturbating. Actually, I would have been making love to my precious girls. Chelsea was staring at me while I fed her baby sister, a certain gleam in her eyes. She knew how aroused I was.

Mom shook her head. “It’s a shame that you didn’t breastfeed Chelsea.”

She knew very well why I had opted for the bottle in Chelsea’s case — because my doctor had recommended formula and I’d foolishly listened to him. It was one of those digs that Mom never tired of aiming at me, though.

Feeling mischievous, I decided to shock her. “Oh, these days, she and I are making up for lost time,” I said, almost casually.

Her eyes widened. “You mean… you nurse Chelsea now?”

I nodded very slowly, enjoying the effect on her. Mom looked at Chelsea with her mouth slightly open. Chelsea sat on the edge of the other armchair, her knees pressed together.

“Is it nice?” Mom asked her. “Do you like to nurse from Mama?”

Chelsea blushed and nodded.

“It’s a beautiful thing,” I added, “and the nicest bonding experience you could imagine.”

Mom studied Beth, her hungry mouth at my nipple; then raised her eyes to meet mine. “You know… I used to get very aroused while I suckled you. Do you ever feel that way?”

How do you respond when your mother says something like that? In fact, I said nothing, but my eyes told the truth of it.

“How does it feel when you and Chelsea… bond?” Mom softly asked. “Does it excite you?”

I gazed deep into Mom’s eyes, feeling a crazy urge to tell her everything. I knew that she’d had women lovers since she and Dad divorced. In fact, her bisexuality was one of the bones of contention that finally drove them apart. As far as she knew, though, I was completely straight. Would my mother be repulsed by the things I do with my girls?

There was a growing heat between my thighs as Beth got into her stride, but then she drew away. “Done, Mama,” she cooed.

I sat her down beside me, then glanced up at Chelsea, who stared at me pleadingly.

I couldn’t resist. Something inside made me want my mother to see this for herself.

I smiled at Chelsea, cupping a breast. “Do you want a turn, honey?”

“Yes!” squeaked my delighted ten-year-old.

I thought she would simply come over, clamber into my lap and fasten her mouth to a nipple. Instead, Chelsea started taking her clothes off!

Mom’s mouth was hanging open as my daughter shrugged out of her blouse and skirt, then slipped off her little pink panties. She stood naked before us for a moment before padding over to me.

“You too, Mama,” she insisted, tugging gently at my skirt.

I guess I should have expected that. After all, every time I suckle Chelsea, we are both nude. It’s what she’s used to. But did I have the nerve to do this in front of my mother?

I stole a glance at Mom. She was still shocked, but I caught a glimpse of something in her eyes; something that looked a hell of a lot like… excitement.

I slowly stood, slipped out of my already open blouse and bra, then stepped out of my shoes before unfastening my skirt, letting it drop.

That left my panties. I’d barely grasped the waistband when Chelsea said, “Let me, Mama.” And she knelt before me, tugging my sodden knickers down to my ankles, then slipping them from my feet and placing them on top of her own clothes.

I sat back in the armchair, and Chelsea crawled into my lap. She took my right nipple between her lips and commenced to suckle. I couldn’t help but moan, a shiver of delight surging through me at the touch of my child’s sweet mouth. Her hand was on my other breast, fondling it.

Perhaps without even knowing, Mom was cupping her own breast, lost in awe at the sight of Chelsea and I, entwined in a heated embrace and completely naked. Could she tell that we were making love? If so, she didn’t seem upset about it.

Then when my ten-year-old raised her face from my breast, her lips seeking mine in a passionate kiss… well, any idiot could see what the nature of my relationship with Chelsea really was. Throwing caution to the winds, I returned her kiss, fucking her mouth with my tongue while allowing a hand to drift down to caress her bottom.

Mom stared at us, enthralled. She moistened her lips, then parted them to speak — but nothing came out. She was breathing heavily, nearly trembling with excitement.

Finally she managed to murmur, “I c-can’t believe this is happening… but it’s such a lovely sight. You two have s-something really special.” She sighed. “So beautiful… I admit it, I’m — I’m envious.”

That’s when I got a really wild idea — and it thrilled me so intensely that I knew I had to try to make it happen.

Gently breaking my kiss with Chelsea, I smiled at my little girl. “Honey,” I cooed, “would you like for your grandmother to nurse you for awhile?”

“Uh-huh!” Chelsea replied, nodding vigorously as Mom gasped in surprise.

I knew my daughter would like the idea. Only the week before, after Mom had dropped by, she’d turned to me and said, “Grandma’s titties look so soft and big… I wish I could see them.”

“Only see?” I had teased her.

Chelsea blushed furiously, but shyly confessed, “Um, and other stuff, too.”

Now we were both watching Mom, waiting for her response. Her eyes met mine. “Should I?” she asked, almost timidly.

“If you want to, why not?” I said. “Chelsea likes the idea.”

Mom smiled bashfully at her granddaughter. “Do you really want to do this, baby?”

Chelsea smiled broadly. “Yes, Grandma!” she cried.

Slipping out of her shoes, Mom rose to her feet, unzipped her blue dress and let it fall, then stepped free of the garment. She stood before us in an elegant black bra and matching panties.

“Love the underwear, Mom,” I purred. “Very sexy.”

My mother gave me a warm look that I felt right down to my toes. “I do like feeling sexy,” she murmured. Sitting down on the sofa, Mom undid the bra, baring her still beautiful breasts, then glanced at us. “I’m ready.”

Sliding off my lap, Chelsea padded over to her grandmother and clambered onto the sofa, kneeling beside her. She took hold of Mom’s creamy breast and locked onto the large, erect nipple.

“Oh, honey… that feels lovely,” Mom moaned, sinking into the sofa as she cradled my ten-year-old’s head to her breasts.

Chelsea suckled happily at Anna’s nipple as she straddled her, rubbing the cleft of her sex against Mom’s thigh. I watched in awe as my daughter placed her hand on her grandmother’s free breast to fondle it, brushing the nipple to tautness. Then that hand began inching downward, sliding over Mom’s belly. I gaped. Was Chelsea really going to…?

She was. Mom gave out a deep, impassioned moan and spread her legs wide, just in time for Chelsea’s hand to cup the front of her black panties, pressing her fingers into Grandma’s sheathed cunt.

My baby rubbed at her grandmother’s pussy for a little while, her mouth still fastened to the engorged nipple; then suddenly she jumped from Mom’s lap and knelt before her. Grasping the waistband of those black panties, Chelsea slipped them down and off, my dazed mother lifting her ass to assist.

Mom’s minge was a mass of unkempt hair, curly and dense. Chelsea gazed hungrily at the thick pubes, then buried her face in them, seeking out her cunt with a hungry mouth. I smiled, knowing that my mother was in for a treat.

“My God… my God… my God…” my mother panted, opening her thighs even wider for her ten-year-old granddaughter. Chelsea was well versed in the art of going down on a woman by then, and Mom was getting a full demonstration of her oral skills. Chelsea began to suck at my mother’s rather large clit, then positioned her fingers at the entrance to Anna’s fleshy vagina before sliding them in with a smooth stroke.

Beth was hugging me now, enthralled by the incestuous lesbian scene unfolding before her. I reached down to clutch the hem of her yellow frock and tugged it over her head, then pulled her underpants off. Now, except for Beth’s tiny socks, we were all naked.

I lifted Beth up and placed her on my lap, then began to fondle my child, running both hands all over her soft, sweet body. She tilted her face up to mine, and we kissed hungrily.

“Oh, my g-goodness,” Mom gasped. “B-Beth, too?”

My baby daughter and I broke apart, and we both smiled at my mother. “That’s right… we’re all lovers now,” I purred, gazing deep into her disbelieving eyes.

Chelsea had worked her remaining fingers into Mom’s pussy and was eagerly fisting her, plunging in and out of my mother’s gaping hole. Hugging Beth with one arm, I was fingering myself urgently with my left hand and stroking my little girl’s soft petals with the right while I watched my mother being fucked, all the while wondering if this was a dream that I’d be waking from any minute now.

Chelsea raised herself to take Mom’s nipple into her mouth again, her lips and chin glistening with pussy juices. She continued to move her hand in and out of her grandmother’s cunt, and Anna thrust her hips frantically, riding Chelsea’s fist.

She repeated the same word over and over again, ”Fuck, fuck, fuck… fuck!” as her pleasure grew and grew, up to and through her wrenching climax. A scream broke from my mother’s throat as she shook in orgasm, her thighs and belly quivering with each jolt of ecstasy.

As I fondled Beth, my fingers fiddling between her thighs, she eagerly watched Mom and Chelsea, studying their lovemaking with wide eyes. They were getting so wild together that my baby girl surely would have been terrified, if she wasn’t already familiar with the sight of a woman in the throes of sexual rapture.

Finally Mom slumped back into the soft embrace of the couch, eyes glazed, her face and body flushed a lovely pink. Nibbling her lower lip in concentration, Chelsea carefully extracted her hand from her grandmother’s vagina with a slurping sound, then began to lick at her sticky knuckles.