Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By mom.anne, with JetBoy

After getting the girls up and dressed, I took them to my sister’s. I had arranged for them to spend the night. They had cousins there that were close in age, and they always had a good time. I then drove directly to the Sharff home.

I knocked on the door, the DVD I had made in my hand. Emily’s daughter Kim answered the door, and she called for her mother.

Emily was in a robe, with wet hair. She had obviously just stepped out of the shower. In an angry tone, I told her there was something I needed her to see. Kim, sensing my tone, started to leave the room. I told her that she should see what I had too. I went to the TV and put in the DVD. I told Emily and Kim to sit on the couch, then turned it on.

Emily appeared on the screen, talking to Kori in my living room. Immediately, Emily cried “Oh God, no! Turn it off!” and quickly moved to the TV. I stepped in front of her and told her to sit down. Kim looked scared and looked back and forth between the TV and her mother. The picture switched to Emily walking into Amy’s room. I looked over to Kim who was watching her friend masturbate for her mother and her mother stripping naked, and then rubbing herself.

“Mom,” Kim said. “I don’t understand. When… how… Mom?”

Emily was sobbing, head in her hands.

“Didn’t you know that your mother likes young girls? She looks at pictures of you in your underwear on the computer. She even sneaks into your room at night when you are asleep and pulls down your pants so she can see your little pussy. She wants to play with your body, just like she played with Kori and Amy. Emily, isn’t that true?”

Emily, while still sobbing, nodded her head yes. I did not have to add that I now had unlimited power over her. She knew.

“Would you like to see your sexy mother naked, just like Kori and Amy have?” I asked.

Kim did not know what to say. I could tell she was getting excited by the sex on the TV, but it was her mother, her own mother, who was doing these bad things with her friend and her friend’s little sister.

“Yes, okay,” Kim responded.

“You heard her, Emily. Get naked.”

Emily dropped the robe she was wearing and removed the panties, leaving her completely nude. Her large breasts, about 38C, were sagging slightly, and she did have the belly of a woman in her thirties. Her pussy was shaven completely, and her outer lips were clearly visible.

Her daughter stared at her mother, naked in front of her, then looked back to the TV. On the screen, her mother was now licking and fingering her daughter’s friends.

“Do you just like young girls, or do you also like adult women?” I asked.

Emily responded quietly “I like both.”

“Good, that’s what I was hoping.” I said, and pulled up my skirt, showing Emily that I was not wearing panties, and sat down next to Kim. I motioned Emily to her knees and brought her head between my thighs. Emily began to lick me. I looked at Kim and she had stopped looking at the TV altogether, instead watching her mother eating my pussy.

I looked at that innocent face, watching her mother eat her best friend’s mom. I thought of all I had done with my children since that fateful day in the park. I should be shocked and upset at the changes in me. Instead, there was a feeling of peace and freedom. I was where I was always meant to be. It all felt so right.

I put my arm around Kim and with my other hand lifted her chin. I kissed her, and slowly she began to respond. My hand went under her shirt to feel her lovely budding breasts. They were larger than Amy’s, with bigger nipples, but she was still a little girl.

I pushed her mother away and stood up. I began to remove my clothes and ordered Emily to strip her daughter. I explained that since she molested my children, I was going to do the same to hers. All she would be able to do is watch.

When Kim was naked, I had her mother sit in a chair across the way with her legs spread. I sat down with Kim standing in front of me. She was beautiful, a child just on the beginning of her journey to womanhood. Her breasts were lovely little mounds, topped with puffy nipples. She had a perfectly flat tummy, and her little hips were just beginning to flare. Her slit was topped with only a few little hairs.

I realized then that while there was eroticism in making love to your own children, there was something special about someone else’s child, one whom you had never seen nude. This was special. This was wonderful. I understood why Emily was so aroused by my Amy.

My hands reached out to caress her breast buds, as she kept turning around to look at her mother as if to get permission. Her mother said nothing but had a hand between her legs, masturbating. I picked up Kim’s panties and handed them to her. “Go put these in your mother’s mouth.”

A smile spread across Kim’s face. She went over and put her soiled panties in Emily’s mouth. When she came back she was different, more eager. She understood that getting permission from her mother was no longer necessary. Mommy would accept anything I said, and that allowed Kim the freedom to enjoy herself.

She straddled my lap and kissed me full on the mouth. I kissed her back, my tongue in her mouth, my hands wandering over her little tits and bottom. With the way she was sitting, I could even use my fingernail to tickle her asshole.

I laid Kim down on the couch and started to cover her with kisses. I started with her forehead, then her nose, cheeks and chin. I kissed her neck, and her shoulders. I kissed all over her swelling chest and finally reached the nipples. I kissed further down to her tummy, where I tongued her little belly button. By this point I could smell the arousal coming from her pussy. I kissed the little hairs on her mons, then spread her legs wide. I kissed her lower lips, and then began to lick.

As she came closer to orgasm, I reached up and started to caress her breasts as I licked. She came hard, and started shaking before I stopped.

Soon Kim lay dozing on the couch, and I turned toward Emily. I called her over and took Kim’s panties out of her mouth. I kissed her hard, and she kissed back.

Kim awoke as her mother and I were kissing, and tried to get up. She said, “I have to go to the bathroom.”

I looked hard at Emily. She froze, but then slowly nodded her head. She pushed her daughter back on the couch, and covered her pussy with her mouth.

I gazed into Kim’s eyes, now wide with surprise. “Now, pee!” I said.

Kim was confused at first. She was not sure she heard me right, so I repeated it. I saw her try to relax, and then I noticed Emily swallowing fast. Kim was filling her own mother’s mouth with piss. My right hand immediately went to my pussy, while my left hand went to Emily’s. We came together as Kim finished.

After resting together for about ten minutes, I told Emily we needed to set up some rules from this point forward, knowing that I had control of them both.

Emily agreed, but added, “Now I need to show you something.”

We walked over to the computer, and after a few seconds of Emily opening up programs and files, a video appeared on the screen. It was me walking into the house, approaching the DVD player, and ordering them to sit on the couch. I looked into the living room, and saw that they had cameras hidden as well.

Emily fast forwarded to me licking her daughter, and said, “It seems like we have each other over the same barrel, but I would like to make a suggestion. It seems fair to me that when we are here, you are in charge, and when we are at your house, I am.”

I did not need to think about it. It was a wonderful solution. I nodded, and we kissed, our naked bodies making contact with each other yet again.

“And I promise you this,” she said, “I won’t be the only mom drinking from her daughter.”

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NOTE: When this delightful story first appeared at Leslita, there was an extra character in it — Alex Scharff, husband of Emily, who has sex with the narrator’s daughter Amy. Not long after it was originally posted, I worked up a slightly altered version of the story for my personal collection, removing Mr. Scharff. Since we at Juicy Secrets like to keep the heterosex down to a bare minimum, I asked mom.anne if she was okay with us posting this lesbian-only edition of “The Unmapped Path.” She graciously agreed, but insisted that I share credit for the story with her. So I’ve honored her wishes, though I want to make it crystal clear that I am very much the second banana here. “The Unmapped Path” is mom.anne’s creation, I only moved the furniture around a bit. 

– JetBoy