Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

My mom is a power walker. That’s how she gets her exercise. She says her knees are bad, so she doesn’t like to run, but she goes out for long fast walks almost every day after work before we have dinner and usually on the weekends too. When I was younger I used to ride my bike alongside her sometimes, but now I don’t do that anymore. I just let her go by herself.

Anyway, I wondered if that was her plan for Friday, if she would take me with her on her power walk and we’d stop by Jessica’s house. I hoped not, because my mom gets all hot and sweaty when she exercises that way and I didn’t want her to meet Jessica’s mother looking like that.

As it turned out, I didn’t need to worry. My mom skipped her power walk on Friday. She and I just ate a little supper, and then she walked me, at a fairly normal pace, the few blocks to my friend’s house.

Jessica opened the door and let us in. Their house was huge, at least twice as big as ours — and twice as nice too — with these high ceilings and fancy chandeliers and stuff like that. As my mother was saying hello to Jess, and I was gawking at everything, a lady walked up.

“Hello, I’m Karen Montrose.”

I looked at my friend’s mom. She was slim and barefoot, with her toenails painted red, and about five inches shorter than my mother, who’s 5’6”. In fact, Ms. Montrose was not any taller than me, I realized. She was wearing sort of a loose silk wrap-around thing (called a kimono, I think) in a bright flower print that came to just above her knees. Her hair was dark and shoulder-length, arranged in a perfect style for her face, which was not just pretty but really gorgeous. I mean, the woman looked like a model or something, right out of a magazine.

When she stepped forward to shake my mom’s hand, I caught a glimpse of her thigh, pretty high up too. I have to admit I wondered for a second if she was wearing anything at all under the kimono, but then I told myself it was rude to think about grownups that way.

Ms. Montrose asked, “Won’t you come in and sit down? Have a cup of coffee? Maybe a glass of wine?”

“Thank you, but I really don’t intend to stay,” said my mom. “I just wanted to make sure Lia got here okay, and I did want to meet you in person, Karen. It’s very nice of you to ask her over.”

“Oh, we’re glad to have her. Jessica’s been so excited. She can’t talk about anything else.”

They chatted a few minutes longer, and then my mother left.

As soon as the front door closed, Jess turned to me, her face glowing. “Do you want to see my room?”

“Now hold on, you two,” said her mom. “Before you go running off, I think maybe we should have a little talk, all right?”

“Yeah, okay,” Jessica shrugged.

Ms. Montrose led us through the super fancy front room, with lacy curtains and a shiny black piano, then down a long hall toward the back of the house. We came into kind of a family room. It seemed a lot more casual, with comfortable furniture and huge windows that looked out over the backyard and the swimming pool.

There was a big-screen TV in the room, and I saw a bunch of DVDs scattered over the low table in front of a couch that faced the TV. They were porn DVDs, all lesbian pornos it looked like, with pictures of ladies having sex with each other right on the covers.

“So, Lia,” said Ms. Montrose, “Jess tells me that she’s already let you know about us. How we… well, that we behave a little differently at home than most people do.”

As she was saying this, she undid the sash on her kimono, slipped it off her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. Turns out I’d guessed right. She had nothing on underneath.

My mouth dropped open as I looked at the woman’s incredibly beautiful nude body. Her legs were really nice, her tummy was flat, and her breasts were small but sort of perky, with dark brown nipples. She had an all-over tan, and no hair at all, no pubic hair, I mean. Obviously she’d shaved it all off or had it waxed or something. The thing is, I just couldn’t take my eyes off her crotch. I knew I was staring, and I was embarrassed by that, but I couldn’t help it.

“You can call me Karen, all right?” she said to me, smiling.

I nodded in reply.

“Why don’t we sit down and relax?”

Taking a seat in the middle of the couch, Ms. Montrose — Karen — crossed her legs and patted the cushions on either side of her. “Come on now, girls, sit down next to me.”

I hesitated for a moment, but Jessica sat, and so I did too. I could feel my cheeks burning, my heart pounding. I’d seen my mom naked plenty of times, although that was mostly when I was younger, and I’d seen nude women on the Internet, in porn, but this was definitely something else. Sitting close beside this naked lady, and with all those sexy DVD covers — what was going to happen? Were we going to watch one of the movies? Was she going to masturbate right in front of us?

Pointing at the DVDs, Karen said, “I think it’s probably a good idea for us to talk about all this, get everything out in the open, all right?”

I nodded mutely, unable to speak.

“Lia, can you tell me what you thought when Jessica explained about us, about how we live? And especially about, uh, what I like to do with my free time?”

Now I had to say something. “Um, I, well, it’s okay. I mean, it’s fine, whatever…”

She uncrossed her legs, spreading her thighs slightly apart. A hand slid down, and she began to gently caress herself. “That’s good, because I wouldn’t want to do anything that will upset you.”

My eyes were very wide as I watched the woman’s fingers stroking her pussy lips. “No, it’s, I, I don’t mind,” I managed to say.

“And I also wouldn’t want to go against your mother. That is, if she would disapprove —”

“No,” I interrupted, “she’s, she’s cool. My mom says everyone’s equal. I mean if you’re gay or straight or whatever you like to do, it doesn’t matter, everyone’s the same, we’re all equal and stuff.”

“I agree with her,” Karen chuckled. “That’s what I think too.”

We were quiet for a half a minute or so, just sitting there, Karen casually playing with her pussy while Jess and I observed.

Finally she said, “Thanks for letting me talk with you about this. You girls can run along now. I just want everyone to be at ease, all right? This is our house, and we like to live the way we live. So, as long as you’re okay with that…”

“I am. I really am, I promise,” I assured her.

“Good.”

Jessica got to her feet then, and I followed her lead.

As we started to walk from the room, Karen switched on the TV. It came alive in the middle of a scene showing a pair of nude women on a bed, having lesbian sex. She also pressed a button on the table, and almost instantly a tall blonde maid wearing high heels and an extremely short skirt appeared at the door.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Could you bring me some iced tea, please?” said Karen. “And tell Sophie, if she’s not too busy, I’d like her to join me.”

“Who’s Sophie?” I whispered to Jessica.

“The other maid, the upstairs one. That means they’re gonna have sex prob’ly. You want to stay and watch ‘em?”

“Um, no, not now. Maybe later. Let’s go to your room first.”

“Okay.”

We went down the hall and back to the front room, then trotted up a long, wide, curving stairway. I shook my head as we ascended, marveling at what I’d already seen. What else was going to happen?

 

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The movie Karen Montrose was viewing on the big-screen TV was titled Seduced by Mommy. It included several hot encounters between actresses pretending to be real mothers and daughters. Karen loved that sort of thing. Although she was fairly sure she would never actually do anything with her own daughter other than masturbate together, the idea of lesbian incest drove her wild.

A slim, petite brunette entered the room. In addition to being an energetic worker and a talented beautician, Sophie was young, just twenty-two, and very attractive, not to mention quite short, under five feet, and nearly flat-chested. It was easy for Karen to imagine when they made love that Sophie was just a girl, perhaps twelve years old… like Jessica.

Karen regularly enjoyed sex with her other maid as well, Freja, the blonde who was in her late twenties, and when she was in the mood for a change of pace, she would have a romp with Margaret, the buxom middle-aged cook with flaming red hair. She also had a few close friends she could trust with full knowledge of her lifestyle. They would often come to visit, which inevitably led to a delicious lesbian orgy involving everyone at once — all except for Jess, that is, who would usually watch and masturbate.

Perhaps someday when she was older, Karen would allow her daughter to join one of those group affairs, and maybe… well, maybe not. She saw nothing wrong with teaching Jessica about sex, and letting her observe, but as for the two of them doing it with each other, that might be best left to fantasy.

“Take off your clothes,” Karen said quietly to Sophie, “and call me Mommy, all right? Like we did before.”

The younger woman smiled and winked. “Yes, ma’am.”

 

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Jessica’s bedroom was huge, way bigger than mine. Our house wasn’t small, but this place was like a mansion or something. I set down my backpack, containing my nightie and my toothbrush and a change of clothes, and Jess gave me a guided tour of everything. She had her own bathroom, which I did also, except hers had both a shower stall and a bathtub, and the tub had whirlpool jets in it! So totally cool!

Back in the bedroom, she said, “So, what do you wanna do now? Are you hungry? The cook’ll fix anything you feel like having. All we gotta do is ask. Or you wanna to watch TV? We can watch a porno if you want. My mom won’t mind.”

I had a TV in my room too, but it was normal size, not a giant wall-mounted screen like Jessica had. How awesome would it be to watch movies on that, especially porn!

But then if we did watch porn, would Jess want to masturbate? And if she did, would I want to do it with her? Or would she possibly want to do even more than just masturbate, like maybe have sex with me? Although she and I had talked about almost everything with each other, we hadn’t talked about that yet, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for it. I mean, god, I was only twelve years old. That was too young, wasn’t it?

“Um, well, I guess I am kinda hungry,” I told her. I wasn’t really, but that seemed liked a good way to avoid the other subject, at least for the time being.

“Okay, so what do you want to have? Did you already eat dinner? You did, right? Do you just want dessert? Do you like fudge? Margaret, that’s the cook, she makes great fudge. Do you want that? Or we can have something else. Anything you want.”

Jessica was bubbling over with enthusiasm, eager to please. It seemed to me that she must not have friends over very often at all, and wanted to make sure I enjoyed myself and would want to come back.

“No, um, fudge sounds good,” I nodded.

“Okay, cool.”

Jess picked up a cordless phone from a table by the bed. I noticed that the base had lots of different buttons, almost like in a hotel or something. She pressed one of the buttons, and then a moment later said, “Margaret, can you bring us up some fudge? Yeah, and, um, two vanilla milkshakes — oh, wait —”

Putting a hand over the mouthpiece, she asked me, “Do you like vanilla milkshakes? Or do you want something else?”

“Sure, vanilla’s fine,” I shrugged.

“You’re not allergic to walnuts, are you?”

That made me laugh. “No, I’m not allergic to anything.”

“Okay.” Returning to the phone, she said, “So, yeah, two vanilla milkshakes and a plate of fudge with walnuts, okay? Thanks, Margaret.”

We sat on the bed, chatting for a few minutes until there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” said Jessica.

It was the tall blonde maid who delivered our treats, setting a silver tray on a table, then asking with a smile if there was anything else we might need. Although it was embarrassing, I couldn’t keep myself from staring at her legs. They were just so perfect and seemed to go on forever. I noticed too that she had a foreign accent, and after she left the room, I asked Jess about it.

“Oh, uh, Freja’s from Sweden. That’s why she talks that way. Sophie’s from France, and Margaret is from Scotland. My mom likes ladies who come from different places. Do you think she’s pretty?”

“Who, your mom?”

“No,” Jessica giggled, “I mean Freja. I know you think my mom’s pretty, I could tell by the way you looked at her when she was naked. But what about Freja?”

“Well, yeah,” I said, “she’s really pretty. I mean, she’s so tall and everything, and well, really pretty.”

“I think so too. I like watching her with my mom, ‘cause Freja’s so big — so tall, I mean, and my mom is kinda small. It’s neat seeing them together.”

“You’ve seen them have sex?”

“Yeah, lotsa times. We can probably watch them tonight if you want to. I’m not sure they’ll have sex, but they might. They usually do. You want to?”

“Um, maybe… but right now let’s have our dessert.”

“Okay.”

 

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Nora finished studying the report and closed the binder. That was enough work for one night, especially a Friday night. She looked at her watch. It was almost 9:00. With Lia out of the house spending the night at a friend’s, Nora was free to do anything she wanted. And that meant, mmm, yes…

The private laptop was quickly opened and fired up. Soon a video was onscreen, showing a woman with a young girl who looked like she might be only thirteen or fourteen years old, or even less, though she was probably closer to eighteen. As Nora watched the two begin to kiss and fondle one another, she fantasized that they were a real-life mother and daughter.

Nora undid her robe, sliding both hands down inside her panties as she spread her legs apart. Her fingers went to work, rubbing her swollen clit and dipping into her juicy vagina, while at the same time her mind was busy too, giving the pair in the video just the right words to say, calling each other ‘Mommy’ and ‘little girl’ as they made passionate love.

She climaxed once, and not too long after that a second time. After the first short movie ended, she got up from the sofa and carried the laptop into her bedroom. This was something she would never do when Lia was at home, but now she could really enjoy herself.

Taking everything off and climbing into bed naked, Nora settled in for a long night of pleasure — looking at pictures of sexy little underage girls, reading some of her favorite lesbian incest stories, watching hot videos — and all the while masturbating to her lust’s content.

 

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After we finished our fudge and our milkshakes, we decided to put on a movie. Not a porno, just a regular movie. Sort of, anyway.

Jess had this one DVD, an old movie called Bound that I’d never heard of before. It was really good, though, and the best thing was that it showed the stars of the movie, a couple of great-looking women, actually having sex with each other. Wow! I’d never seen a movie like that, one that wasn’t porn, I mean, with so much lesbian sex in it. Not that this was hard-core or anything, but still it was super hot.

When it was over, Jessica said, “Did you like that?”

“Yeah, I did, it was great. I liked it a lot.”

We were sitting in her bed, which faced the wall-screen TV, leaning against pillows. Both of us still had our clothes on, but our shoes were off, of course. We had the covers pulled up around our waists and were holding hands. It was nice and cozy.

“You want to go see what my mom is doing now?” Jess asked, with a grin.

I swallowed hard. “Um… okay.”

Oh my god, would this be the first time in my life to see people really doing it, having sex right in front of me? My heart was pounding, my thoughts racing.

Then, as we began getting out of bed, I felt something between my legs, sort of a cool dampness. My panties were definitely wet, under my shorts. I wondered if Jess might be able to smell it, and then I wondered if she might be wet too. Considering how hot the movie had been, it wouldn’t surprise me if she was.

I almost started to say something about that, but then decided not to. When Jessica saw how I was hesitating, she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the door, saying, “Come on, it’ll be fun!”

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