Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

I could feel her breath hot on my skin as I lowered my pussy over Andrea’s mouth. “Mommy,” I heard her whisper, and then I groaned as her tongue slithered inside my vagina.

From between Andie’s legs, Bethany was watching. She licked her lips as she saw what her sister was doing. Then she looked down at Andie’s pink center and eagerly began licking her.

Kristen had crawled under Bethany. My youngest daughter was on her back, naked, her hairless vulva and flat chest exposed. The only part hidden was her face, which was pressed to Bethany’s pussy.

Leaning forward and supporting myself on one hand, I massaged my breasts with the other hand, squeezing my nipples as I surveyed the erotic tableau before me. I could feel Andrea’s tongue and lips making love to my sex. It was heavenly.

I watched as Bethany licked Andie, lapping at the redhead’s clit with her tongue, and I saw Bethany’s excited reaction when Kristen slid a finger up inside her.

We were having sex. My three beautiful daughters and I were having lesbian sex. Although this was something we often did, every time seemed new to me, a wondrous miracle, a gift to be treasured.

A thrill ran up my spine. I felt a tingling warmth at my center — growing, swirling, surging — and I knew an orgasm would not be far away. But I wanted to prolong the moment, if I could. I wanted to extend myself at just below the peak. One way I knew to do that was to start talking again, telling my story.

“I was… I was with my mother, in her bed. She had just finished masturbating in front of me. Then she’d put her wet fingers in my mouth, the fingers she had just used to fuck her cunt as I watched. My mother was smiling at me as I sucked on her fingers, tasting her. After she slowly drew them out of my mouth, she leaned back on one elbow and spread her legs wide open in front of me. Still smiling, she put her hand on her pussy and began rubbing herself again. I was extremely aroused and I wanted to touch myself too. But even more than that, I wanted to touch her.

“My mother looked into my eyes and said, ‘Baby, I have an idea for how we can be really close. Would you like to try something new?’ ‘Try what, Mommy?’ I asked. She paused for a moment, still rubbing her pussy in front of me, licking her lips as she looked at my naked body. Then she said, ‘I want to masturbate again, but this time I want you not only to watch me, but help me, okay?’ ‘Okay,’ I said, ‘but… how can I do that?’ She smiled and licked her lips again as her fingers caressed her clit.

“With one hand still working between her legs, she sat up straight, arching her back, and with the other hand lifted her breast, offering it to me. ‘You could… you could help me… by licking my nipple, honey,’ she whispered. I felt dizzy, lightheaded as I thought about what she was asking. It was so exciting it almost made me faint. My mother wanted me to lick her nipple — of course I would do that, I would love to do that! I tried to answer her, but I couldn’t find my voice. Instead I smiled and nodded and leaned toward her, parting my lips.

“As she raised the breast higher, aiming her nipple at my mouth, my mother sighed, ‘Come on, little girl, lick Mommy’s nipple, make Mommy feel good,’ and when I extended my tongue and ran the tip of it over the end of her erect nipple, my mother groaned in pleasure, ‘Oh god yes, oh yes, baby, lick Mommy’s nipple!’ With that encouragement, I happily licked her nipple a few more times, letting my tongue go all around, bathing her nipple, tasting it, loving it. I remember thinking, this feels so right, so perfect, why did I ever wait so long? And then, before I even realized what I would do next, I took her breast in my hands, put my mouth over it, and began sucking her tit like a baby. My mother squealed in delight, grabbing the back of my head with her free hand and pulling me to her bosom, begging me not to stop.”

As I told my story, I watched Beth eating Andie’s pussy, kissing and sucking and smacking her lips. I saw Kristen reach a hand down between her own legs to caress her little clit while she was licking Bethany. And I felt Andrea’s warm tongue inside my cunt, probing at me, stimulating me, bringing me ever so close.

“Oh my god, Andie,” I moaned, “your tongue… yes, baby, yes… right there…”

It was almost impossible to go on. But I slowed my breathing, managed to calm myself just a bit, and continued, “So, um, that night in her room with my mother, I was only eleven years old, she was masturbating, I was sucking on her nipple, and it was so nice, so exciting, so hot, but I wanted to do more for her, I wanted to show her how very much I loved her and needed her. I thought maybe I could help her even more by putting my hand down there, down between her legs where she was rubbing herself. I kept sucking her nipple, but I let one hand slide slowly down, over her belly, onto her pubic hair, and that’s where I found her fingers stroking her clit. ‘Fuck yes, touch me darling,’ my mother gasped, putting her hand over mine and pressing it downward, moving my fingers between her pussy lips.”

Andrea was squirming on the bed beneath me, lifting her pelvis to match the thrusts of Bethany’s tongue inside her. Her big sister had her arms wrapped around Andie’s thighs, holding her tight as she clamped her mouth over her pussy. At the same time, Bethany was riding Kristen’s face, humping herself up and down, grinding her cunt into the ten-year-old’s mouth.

“My mother had my hand in hers. She was pushing my fingers down, inside her slit where it was hot and wet. I continued sucking her nipple as I felt her hand guiding my fingers toward her vagina, and I heard her say, ‘Cathy, fuck me. Fuck me with your fingers.’ She shifted her body, spreading her thighs, opening herself to me. ‘Fuck me, Cathy, fuck me now!’ I tried to feel where she wanted me to go and then — and then there it was, a place where my fingers could slip inside.

“Oh my god, it was so hot inside her, like a steamy jungle, so hot and wet and squishy and slippery and sexy, oh god yes I wanted to fuck her! I pushed my fingers in as far as they would go, and then even deeper, I shoved my fingers into her, fucking her hard. I don’t know what came over me, I had never done anything like that before — never even dreamed of it — but I was fucking her, I was fucking my mother’s cunt with my fingers and I wanted to make her come.”

Suddenly Andrea was climaxing. I heard her groan as her mouth dropped away from my sex. A series of tremors shook her young body. Bethany kept her mouth over Andie’s clit and continued sucking and licking until it was clear that the twelve-year-old could take no more.

“Oh god, Bethany! Stop!” Andie cried, her body quaking, a hand reaching down now to cover her sex, protect her from over-stimulation.

“God! God, oh my god…” she huffed and panted, shuddering repeatedly as the powerful orgasm gradually receded.

Suddenly, without warning, her lips were kissing me again, more urgently than before. My daughter was kissing my cunt again and again, her fingers were inside me and she was licking me, licking me everywhere. I was so close, so close now, right on the edge.

I tried to keep telling the story. “My mother held my hand in hers as I slid my fingers inside her wet vagina. She was groaning, urging me on, moving her body up and down, fucking my fingers.”

I saw Bethany start to sit up, wiping her chin, smiling as she watched Andrea eat my cunt. Then she turned to look down at Kristen. The little girl was intently licking Bethany’s pussy, and she had a hand between her own legs, fingering herself. Bethany shifted around until she could lie on top of her little sister in a ’69’ position, placing her mouth over the ten-year-old’s hairless crotch.

“I fucked my mother with my fingers. I fucked her hard and I kept sucking her tits. I wanted to make her come, wanted it so badly — and then she did. She began screaming, shaking, her thighs squeezed tightly together, forcing my hand even deeper inside her. She came for a long time, panting and moaning and clutching my head to her breast. Her cunt was dripping, warm liquids oozing down over my wrist.”

It was almost time. I was trembling, wanting to stay high like this, stay at the peak for as long as I could, but the pressure inside was so great, so intense.

“And do you know what I did then, girls? After I fucked my mother with my fingers and made her come on my hand?”

Bethany lifted her face from her little sister’s sex just long enough to glance up at me and ask, “What, Mommy? What did you do next?”

“Well, I… I…”

I took a deep breath and gritted my teeth, trying my best to hang on a little longer, hold steady against that raging lusting incestuous lesbian hurricane inside me. A few seconds more, and I’d be blown away forever.

“I… I took my mouth from my mother’s nipple and looked at her face. I waited for her to open her eyes, and when she did I kissed her. She kissed me back, and then I said to her, ‘Mommy, I want to lick you.’”

And that was all. That was it. The dam burst, the floodgates opened, the levee overflowed. I came hard and wet on my daughter’s face.

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With repeated shudders and deep-throated groans, I climaxed again and again in Andie’s mouth. Whenever it seemed I was almost finished, I thought again about what I was doing — having sex with my three daughters, and they with each other — and then another wave of ecstasy would sweep over me.

Finally, at last, the spasms began to recede. I was able to open my eyes. With my body still trembling, I looked down and parted my thighs, releasing Andrea’s head from my grip, allowing her to slide out from under me.

I gathered the girl in my arms, holding her, kissing her, tasting my juices on her lips as I leaned back against the headboard. At our feet, Bethany was on top of Kristen, my oldest and my youngest in a passionate 69.

Andie curled up close to me, her head on my breast. We rested a minute or so,  catching our breath, and then she said, “Go on with the story, Mommy. Tell us more.”

“All right, darling.” I smile and kissed the top of her head.

Given how intently the other two girls were devouring each other’s pussies, I wasn’t sure how much of my story they would hear, but that was fine. They had heard it before, many times, and I would be happy to tell it again, whenever they wanted.

“So, let’s see now… we were in her bed, I was sucking on my mother’s nipple, but then I pulled away. I looked up into her eyes and said, ‘Mommy, I want to lick you.’ ‘Oh my darling girl, my precious girl’ she said, ‘yes, baby, that’s what I want to.’ And so I did. I move down between my mother’s legs, where I had been a few minutes before, watching her masturbate. I placed my hands on the soft insides of her thighs, and just studied her for a few seconds, gazing at her beautiful pussy, and then I put my face in there, very very close, and I took a deep breath, inhaling her delicious fragrance.

“I still remember it, I will never forget it, the perfect, irresistible scent of my mother’s pussy. When I close my eyes now, I can take myself back to the moment, the first time I ever licked her, tasted her, put my tongue inside her.”

That’s what I did then. Laying my head back, I let my eyes fall shut and recalled the wondrous thrill I felt that night, a joy every girl should be allowed to experience.

“I like how you smell too, Mommy,” Andie said, “and how you taste.”

“Mm-hmm…” I heard muffled murmurs of agreement from my other two daughters — which meant they were able to listen to me after all, even in the midst of oral sex. How clever they are, and how lucky I am!

“After I inhaled and savored her perfect aroma, I began to kiss and lick my mother’s pussy. Her lips were already open, and she was very juicy. I didn’t really know what I was supposed to do, but I was so excited, and so hungry for her, that my instincts just took over. I sucked and kissed and licked and tasted and swallowed… and do you know what happened then?”

“What happened, Mommy?” asked Andrea.

With my eyes still closed, my mind reliving that moment, I said, “While I was licking her that way, rubbing my face all around, nuzzling her and kissing her everywhere — I suddenly heard a loud cry, and I felt my mother’s hands on my head, holding me tight, pulling me into her, my lips pressed right up against her vagina. Her whole body began to shake and she was kind of groaning, and then she screamed and a rush of thick, warm juices flooded from her pussy into my mouth. I —”

Girlish squeals brought me back to the present. I lifted my head and opened my eyes, looking down to see Bethany coming on top of Kristen, and Kristen coming at the same time: a simultaneous orgasm for my precious daughters.

I waited a minute or so, staying quiet, enjoying the sight of those beautiful sexy young girls writhing together, slim little bodies quaking with each ecstatic tremor. It’s hard to imagine anything more erotic than a pair of barely pubescent or even prepubescent girls bringing each other to climax — especially when the two are sisters!

When they were finally spent, at least for the time being, when Bethany rolled off Kristen and the girls lay side by side, eyes closed, chests heaving, lips and chins and cheeks shiny with each other’s juices, I went on with my story.

“My mother came in my mouth. It was amazing, unbelievable, so incredibly exciting. I never ever wanted to move. I wanted to stay right there where I was, my lips fastened to her vagina, my tongue still tasting her sweet honey. And I might have. If she had allowed me too, I might never have moved. But you know what my mother did then?”

“Tell us, Mommy.”

That was Bethany. Although she seemed to still be resting, she obviously was listening too. Her eyes were closed, but I saw that she had a hand between her legs, gently rubbing herself.

Kristen, by contrast, was barely moving at all. She lay there on her back, thin legs wide apart, hands at her side. I knew that such a strong orgasm often would leave her nearly insensible for several minutes.

I resumed the story. “What happened then is my mother sat straight up and looked at me. Her eyes seemed wild, like an animal’s, a ferocious untamed beast. She was panting, licking her lips. I heard a low growl, and she said just one word, my name. ‘Cathy.’ And then she was on me. She pounced, grabbing me, pushing me onto my back, spreading my legs apart.”

My youngest daughter’s eyes came open. She smiled up at me, knowing what it usually meant for her when I reached this part of the story. I returned Kristen’s smile, gave Andie a gentle pat, and then crawled lower on the bed.

Kneeling between my little girl’s legs, I gazed for a moment into her lovely blue eyes and then down at her crotch, licking my lips as I stared at her wet pink treasure. I moved my mouth closer to her pussy.

“Mommy, tell more of the story,” Andie said.

“All right, um… my mother pounced on me,” I continued. “I was only eleven years old, but she wanted to have sex with me. She wanted to eat my pussy. I was still a little girl, a child, but she wanted me, she had to have me, just like I want you girls and I have to have you.”

“Ooh, I love it when you say that,” Bethany sighed.

I planted my lips on Kristen’s vulva, her smooth bald pussy lips, still swollen and heated from her orgasm with her sister. I kissed her wetly. Between loving kisses, I went on with my tale.

“My mother pushed my legs open… she said my name again, ‘Cathy,’ and then she started eating me… she was almost out of control that night, like an animal… breathing really hard, making little sounds… it might have been scary, except that it felt sooo good, what she was doing… and anyway, I loved her and trusted her completely… I knew she would never do anything to hurt me.”

Kristen was squirming under me. She loved it when I would kiss her that way, and I certainly loved it too. Now I would do my best to continue describing what had happened between me and my mother that memorable night so many years ago, while at the same time re-enacting the scene with my youngest daughter.

“She was holding me tightly, holding my legs open.” I wrapped my arms around Kristen’s skinny thighs. “With that wild look in her eyes, making those hungry animal sounds, she was licking and sucking my pussy.” I imitated her look, as well as I could, along with the sounds I remembered, and especially the action of a mom munching on her little girl’s sex.

“For the first time in my life, I felt a mouth down there, lips and tongue so wet and hot, so eager, eating me, sucking me, tasting me, even pushing up inside me.” Fastening my mouth over Kristen’s vulva, I shoved my tongue deep inside her sweet vagina. My daughter squealed. She wasn’t climaxing yet, but she was already getting very close.

“Your mommy was eating you, eating her little girl,” said Bethany, her voice shaky, husky, aroused.

Raising my head, turning for a quick look, I saw Andie and Bethany side by side, leaning against the headboard, hugging, sometimes kissing, each with a hand between the other’s legs, fingering her sister’s juicy pussy. It made me smile.

I licked Kristen again, loving her taste, then went on. “My mother licked me, sucked me, fucked me with her tongue.” I did the same. “Never before had I felt anything like that.” I did some more. “Her tongue in my cunt, her lips on my clit, and then a finger pushing inside too.”

That was all it took for Kristen. As soon as she felt my finger probing inside her vagina, she started to come. I broke off speaking for a moment and sucked her clit, hoping to prolong her orgasm. Then I heard heavy sighs, gasps, and groans from my other daughters. They were bringing each other to climax.

When it was clear that Kristen could take no more, I lifted my mouth away from her pussy, letting her slowly settle down. Glancing to the side, I found Bethany and Andrea still clutching each other tightly, kissing, sweating, gasping, fingers buried in each other’s vaginas.

I waited, licking my lips, thinking about my story, relishing what would come next.

As my older daughters finished up their orgasms, each girl pulling her finger from her sister’s pussy and raising it to her mouth, giggling as they shared their creamy nectar, and as my younger daughter took a final deep breath then slowly let it out, her climax at last complete, I went on with the tale.

“My mother made me come in her mouth. I was only eleven years old, but she licked me, sucked me, ate my little pussy, bringing me such incredible pleasure, more than I ever knew was possible. But she wasn’t done with me.”

Raising myself to all fours, I crawled on top of Kristen.

“While I was lying there on her bed, not yet fully recovered from an amazingly powerful orgasm, my eyes still closed, my mother mounted me. I felt her body on top of mine, laying on me. I opened my eyes, expecting her just to kiss me and hug me, but that wasn’t what she did.”

“She fucked you,” said Bethany.

“That’s right, honey, that’s what she did. My mother got on top of me, pressing her warm, wet pussy against mine…”

I lowered myself onto Kristen. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Bethany was doing the same with Andrea, mounting her. We both began to move, she fucking her sister, and me fucking my daughter.

“I didn’t really know what was happening. I’d never heard about anything like this, didn’t know what it meant. Wasn’t this what boys did with girls? Not girls with girls?! But as my mother kept moving on me, and as she looked into my eyes and I saw her hunger for me, her desire for me, and as she brought her mouth to mine and kissed me, with her pussy still sliding up and down against mine, and as her tongue went into my mouth and I felt her hot breath and I felt her breasts rubbing on my chest and oh my god the juicy wet slippery feel of her cunt on my cunt —”

“Fucking! Fucking! Fucking!”

Hearing Bethany’s cry, I looked to the side again. She was moving very fast on top of Andie, the redhead’s ankles locked above her sister’s bottom, pulling their pussies together. I was fucking Kristen too, of course, but not yet at such a fevered pitch.

Kristen looked over too.

“Fucking you!! Fucking you!! Ohhh GOD!!!” Bethany screamed as she exploded into orgasm on top of her sister.

We could tell that Andrea hadn’t come yet, but she was smiling and hugging Bethany, kissing her shoulder, stroking her back as the older girl continued to shudder and groan, completing her climax.

I turned my attention back to Kristen, kissing her mouth, whispering to her, “Now I’m going to fuck you, little girl, fuck you hard like my mother fucked me.”

“Okay, Mommy,” she whispered in reply, smiling excitedly.

Before I began, Andie said to Bethany, “Don’t stop, Beth, don’t stop. Keep fucking me!”

So she did. Bethany fucked Andrea, and I fucked Kristen while still telling the story as best I could.

“When my mother kissed me that way, and I saw that look in her eyes, and I felt all those things — her strong arms pulling me close, her nipples kissing my nipples, her hot juicy pussy on mine — I suddenly knew I could never love a man as much as I loved her. I would never want a boy or a man the way I wanted her. Then she said, ‘Lift up your legs, Cathy, put them around me.’ And I did. I wrapped my legs around her, and that made it even hotter, even better. It opened my pussy up for her, so she could really fuck me.”

On cue, Kristen wrapped her little legs around me, locking them tight over my bottom. I gave her another long wet kiss, shoving my tongue into her mouth, then started speaking again.

“My mother fucked me. She fucked me hard. Her cunt on my cunt, her clit on my clit, her mouth on my mouth. She kissed me and fucked me, looking into my eyes, saying she wanted to come on me.”

“Tell us everything she said, Mommy.” That was Bethany. She was tribbing with Andie again, but both were listening too.

I smiled. My daughters always like to hear the details, hear the words my mother used. “She said, ‘Cathy, I want to come on you, okay?’ ‘Okay, Mommy,’ I answered. And she said, ‘I’m gonna come on your pussy, come inside your little pussy. Mommy is fucking her little girl.’”

“Fucking, fucking,” Bethany repeated.

“Fuck me, Beth, fuck me hard!” Andie begged.

“Mommy, fuck me, fuck your little girl,” said Kristen, “fuck my pussy, Mommy, come inside my pussy!”

“Yes, baby girl,” I said to Kristen, kissing her again. “Just like my mother fucked me, I’m fucking you.”

I was moving faster now, getting closer, almost on the edge. I could tell from the look on Kristen’s face that she was getting close as well. It wouldn’t be long.

“She fucked me that night, she fucked me hard, my mother on top of me, pressing her pussy into mine, rubbing our clits together. She kissed me again and again and she kept saying, “I’m gonna come on you, Cathy. Mommy’s gonna come on your pussy, come inside your pussy!’ Then she said, ‘You ready, honey? You ready for Mommy to come on you?’ Her eyes were wide, her face all hot and red and sweaty. She was looking at me, and she said, ‘Are you ready, honey?’”

Kristen nodded, “I’m ready, Mommy. I’m ready for you.”

Breathlessly, Andrea panted, “Ready — ready, Beth!”

“Fucking! fucking!” cried Bethany.

I said, “As my mother stared into my eyes with a wild look on her face, she told me, ‘I’m gonna fucking COME on you!!’ And then she did. Just like I’m gonna fucking come on you now, Kr— OHHH!!”

I climaxed volcanically on top of my daughter, hot cum gushing from my pussy into hers. I heard her scream, “Mommy!” as she reached orgasm as well.

Bethany was coming on top of Andie at the same time, and Andie was coming under her sister too. The four of us cried out in passion, a mom and her three young girls sharing our pleasure, our incestuous lesbian lust.

 

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Fifteen years later… 

 

We came into Bethany’s house through the back door. It was raining outside, so Andrea, Kristen, and I took off our muddy shoes and left them on the mat before walking into the family room. No one was there. I was sure Bethany was home, however, because her car was in the garage.

Pausing, I cocked my ears. I could hear muffled voices coming from somewhere down the hall. Signaling the others to wait, I quietly moved closer. Bethany’s bedroom door was partly open. Just outside her door, I stopped and waited, smiling as I listened to a familiar conversation…

“Mommy, tell us the story again about you and your mommy, and her mommy too.” That was Olivia, Bethany’s younger daughter, just seven.

“Yeah, Mommy, please tell us.” This was nine-year-old Michelle, my daughter’s first child, named for my own mother. “We love that story.”

I motioned to Andrea, now twenty-seven, and Kristen, twenty-five, to join me in the hall. As Bethany began to tell the tale, we quickly removed our clothes, dropping them silently to the floor, grinning at each other. Then we entered the bedroom to hear the story.