Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Vickylez

Little Jessica was cuddled with her mom on the couch in front of the TV. It was almost sunset, and the light from the ample window put a golden glow on everything in the cozy sitting room. The TV was muted and silly advertisements silently marched across the screen.

“Then you aren’t mad at me, Mom,” bashfully asked the 10-year-old, “or with Auntie?”

“Of course not, love! I am happy at seeing how happy you are!”

“Why did you cry, then?” She pointed to her mother’s red eyes.

The woman sniffled and lovingly hugged her daughter.

“Darling, sometimes when you are very happy you cry, too. And besides… you are my daughter and this is such a special day for you. My tiny little girl, today stepping onto a new stage. I can’t help weeping a bit, because I love you so much. Now go on, dear, what else.”

The pretty child smiled. She was used to talking openly with her mother. All her life they had chatted just about anything, few things barred. But she blushed now, before resuming her recount of what had happened that day at her grandma’s house. She had found there not her grandmother, but her ravishing Aunt Doris. Just when she so wanted to see Auntie, there she had been for her! With a sweet tiny voice, half-hiding her face against her mother’s shoulder, she went on.

“So Auntie kissed me again, and taught me all about it. I mean…” She stopped.

“Yes, with your tongues. She kisses so well, doesn’t she?”

“Does she! I almost, almost fainted, it was so…”

“Delicious?”

“Delicious — yeah! — when she kissed me like that. It was a very long kiss, Mommy, and I didn’t want it to ever end.”

Her mother laughed softly. “I can understand that,” she sighed, “and she was touching you while you kissed, you said?”

“Yes, Mommy, she was caressing me here…” The child pointed to her uncovered thighs. Her short skirt rode very high, and her mother gazed fondly at the delectable sight.

“Mmm, yes,” she whispered, “of course she did. And then?”

“Then she touched my body all over, it was so neat.”

“And she had you put your hands on her breasts…? What did you do then?”

“I held them and played with them too, ‘course, like you told me to do! She was so happy, Mom, she kept doing those funny noises…”

“Moaning… yes, Doris adores having her breasts caressed like that. She used to say she was very careful whom she allowed to touch her tits, you know, because after that they can do anything to her! Her breasts are pretty, don’t you think? Did you like them?”

“Oh, Mom! Did I ever! Her… breasts, tits…?”

“Yes.”

“Her tits are so big and soooo pretty, I love them, Mom!! They are hard but soft, you know? And so hot when you touch them, and their points…”

“Nipples.”

“Nipples!” giggled the little girl. “Her nipples are the most pretty thing ever, so long and hard too.”

“Did you kiss them?”

“‘Course I did, I didn’t want to let them go! But hey, Mom, if you keep asking me things every little moment, I can’t tell it right!”

“Okay, baby! Tell it your own way. Just tell me everything as it happened, so I don’t have to use a corkscrew on you!” They laughed at that.

Jessica’s mother was a beautiful 28-year-old woman, a clear-skinned and long-haired brunette with a most lovely face. Susan had a very nice, curvy body, well-toned by exercise and jazz dance, and her long legs were something you would love to see. While her older sister Doris was a stunning, statuesque woman who cricked necks everywhere she went, Sussy was the dishy young mom next door. But it would be difficult to say who was prettier, just a matter of tastes.

“Well… we was kissing and touching no end, and Auntie kind of put her palms over my chest, rubbing nice and soft my… nipples through my dress. Mommy, I felt them get so hard and big too! They had never been like that! Aunt told me it was because I was aroused, an‘ that this happens to her all the time. I know it does,” she giggled, “I’ve noticed them growing big many times before. I used to wonder at that, now I know it was because Auntie always got aroused with me! Can you imagine that?”

“Yes, I can, baby,” sighed the mother, looking at the tiny points quite noticeable under the light dress of her daughter.

“Your nipples are hard too, Mommy! Will you… will you touch yourself now, the way you do when they get like this?”

“Would you mind if I do, baby?”

“No, I want you to! You know I like to see you getting happy, Mom.”

The girl had seen her mother doing that many times, even touching herself under her skirt. It was no big deal, they had always had a very open relationship at home, with few things hidden from each other. Nudity was also common. She was used to often seeing her pretty mom naked. But Susan had never actually showed her pussy to her daughter as she caressed herself, doing it always under her skirt. Keeping discretion and taste in it, as she ironically told herself.

“Okay, okay, don’t tickle me!” Jessica screeched, “I’ll go on! Well, with all the kissing and touching I was feeling so weird, delicious weird, and Auntie was kissing me on my neck, too… then she got down and began to kiss and rub all over my legs, Mommy, and her kissing kept going up and up, right on my thighs, an’ then… inside them! I was, I don’t know, wild, I could hardly breath when her mouth was going up higher. I opened my legs all I could, to give her room, I soooo wanted her to get to… you know.”

“To your little cunnie, to your pussy…” her mother softly moaned, one hand over her own damp, hot panties.

“To my pussy. I wanted that more than anything, Mom! When she stood up I almost screamed, thinking maybe that was all. But she just took me in her arms, as if I was a little baby, and carried me to Grandma’s bedroom! She put me on the bed. I felt kinda funny, being on Grandma’s bed, you know, but I forgot all about it when she began to kiss me again.”

“Ooh, yes…” hissed Susan, closing her eyes as her fingers, unseen by her daughter, moved aside her panties’ gusset and deeply entered her gushing cunt.

“Then, Mommy, Auntie took down my panties, slow like… she seemed sooo happy to look at me there, she looked at me the longest time. And she told me… should I tell you? She told me it was the most beautiful cunnie she’d ever seen! And that the only other pussy she knew as pretty as mine was…” she giggled and looked at her mother. “She said my cunnie was just like yours!”

She hugged her mom, wriggling her tender body against her mother’s taut breasts, just to feel them and caress them with her own chest. Susan’s hands held her darling firmly by the hips, her fingers brushing in circles the child’s lovely little buttocks. No big deal, either, they were very intimate with their bodies and often caressed each other like that, even naked.

But one peculiar thing: there was always an implicit limit to these caresses. Somewhere there was a line, never crossed, that they both understood and respected. For, even at her most lewd moments, and even if she absolutely delighted in touching her lovely daughter’s sweet young body, the mother had never considered making a lover of the girl, of Jessica. To date, she had never had much of a struggle with it: it was just as natural for her to caress her daughter as knowing where to stop.

“An’ then Mommy… then she kissed me there, there, she kissed my cunnie!! I almost died when she did that! Oh, Mom, it was the most… I had never imagined that! She did so many things on my pussy with her mouth and tongue, I… I can’t right remember what she did, only that it was the wonderfullest, loveliest, deliciousest thing I’ve ever ever felt! Oh, Mom, just thinking about it now…”

The little girl slid her hand between her enticing thighs, cupping her crotch. Susan kissed the top of her head and put her own hand (damp with her juices) over her daughter’s, softly pressing it against her tender pussy.

“Yes, love, I know, I understand,” she sighed hotly. “Touch yourself all you want. But tell me… what next!”

“Next I was feeling so incredibly good, Mommy, more and more good, it seemed I was flying, I really thought I was dying!. But I wasn’t scared, I wanted that more ‘n more ‘n more, till… I dunno, I think I fainted, maybe, cuz then Auntie was touching my face with a damp handkerchief and she looked scared. But I made her alright again, by kissing her mouth and telling her that was my happiest time ever! She started laughing and told me I just had my very first or… or…”

“Orgasm, my love. Or-gas-m. The biggest, sweetest joy, isn’t it? Oh, my dear baby, my little girl…” she sniffled and sobbed a little, hugging Jessica against her. Absentmindedly she gave a small, but hot, kiss on the child’s lips and Jessica gasped. It had been almost, almost like one of her Aunt’s kisses! The moment passed, her mom was caressing her hair. The girl perceived the scent of her mother’s pussy on that hand, a scent familiar to her.

“Then Auntie asked me if I wanted to see her without clothes on. She asked me! Oh Mom, as if I was not crazy wanting to see her that way, since I don’t know when! I helped her with the zipper in the back, and taking off her pretty dress, it was so neat!”

“What was she wearing, my love,” her mother panted, “tell me.”

“She had on a pretty white bra, almost see-through, I could see her big nipples through it, and little white panties, the kind you like, Mom, see-through too. She told me to take the bra off for her, cool! So I undid it, and that was when I first got to see her, um, her tits. Ooh, Mommy, they are so beautiful. She held my head and kissed me, and then she kind of put my face over her tits… and I kissed and kissed them forever, and took her nipples in my mouth like babies do!”

“Ooh,” moaned the mother, “how lovely, she must have been so happy!”

“Yeah, she kept doing those happy sounds all the time. And touching me all over… I was naked, of course. And next, Mommy, I just grabbed her panties and pulled them down! I didn’t ask her, I just did it! She gave a squeal, she seemed to like that a lot, an’ she cried yes, yes, laughing and telling me I was a little devil, her adored little devil, she said.”

Susan was openly masturbating now, under her skirt, but not so much that her daughter couldn’t see her hand moving, and hear the liquid sounds and her mother’s labored breathing. Jessica’s own little hand was also moving, inside her Disney panties.

“I thought she might have lots of hair on her pussy, Mom, but she only has a little, on top. She maybe uses scissors, like you do… well, anyway next we got on the bed again and we kissed and kissed, it was so good! An’ then… she sort of lifted me up, putting me over her face! I didn’t know anything could be so, sooo beautiful as when she began to kiss my pussy again and put her tongue inside me. Inside, Mom, it was the most de-licious thing I have ever felt!”

“Yes, it is, love,” the woman moaned, her hand active on her cunt. “And did you, did you… with her?”

“No, Auntie said today it was just for me to be happy, that next time if I wanted she would teach me how to do that to her. If I wanted it! Mom, oh Mom! Oh, oh, oh… I… I… AAAHH…!!”

She thrashed on her mother’s lap, cute little cries signaling her orgasm. Susan couldn’t help it, she glued her mouth against her girl’s exquisite lips, stifling her moans of joy as she had her own wonderful ecstasy too.

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The little girl was sweetly sleeping in her bedroom when Susan’s sister Doris called. The young mother was reclining on the couch, naked, two glasses of wine enjoyed, Mozart playing softly in the background, three orgasms making her body languid and deliciously tired. She was a most happy woman.

“Sussy? Hello…”

“Hi.” Susan put her fingers on her pussy again, closing her eyes. What a flow over her fingers.

“Did… did Jessica tell you we met today?”

“Yes,” she sighed, lightly grazing her love button.

“And…?”

“Thank you. I haven’t seen her so happy in a long time.” Susan smiled, remembering her lovely little girl’s face of rapture.

“Oh… and did she tell…?”

“She told me everything, sis. You explain so well…” She stiffled a giggle.

At first Susan had been rather nervous about sending the child to see her aunt. Did she really want to make a lesbian of her? But then she had seen things more clearly. There could be no harm in trusting her little girl to her sister, she was sure Doris would never do anything hurtful to her. She knew now she had been right.

“But… I thought you didn’t remember,” Doris was saying.

“Yes, of course I do! Every day I’ve remembered, all these years!”

She’d had uncounted orgasms recalling her ravishing sister’s love, all through those years of appallingly unsatisfying boyfriends and an even more disappointing marriage. Her only real joy had been her own fingers spurred on by those remembrances.

“And, you know… ever since I had Jessica, I always thought the day would come when you’d have to explain things to her too,” she added.

“We have a lot to talk about, don’t we?”

“Yes!”

A sharp arousal suddenly jolted Susan, a new gush flowing from her open cunt. She was seeing in her mind her sister’s incredibly desirable body, asking herself how she could have lived all these years without accepting that she wanted only her. She gasped, pinching her hard nipples.

“And,” she panted, “I want some explaining too. It’s been so long, I’m not sure I remember everything right.”

“Oh, YES, little sister! I will explain it all to you again! I love you.”

“I love you.”

She could tell Doris was masturbating too, she remembered so well her breathing as she’d had her pleasure. “Together, love, let’s do it together…”

“Yes Sussy! Oh, I have loved you all my life… let’s… let’s…”

“Yes, yes! Tomorrow, love!”

“Tomorrow! Yes… ah, ah, I love you, sis… ooh…”

“Yes, YES! Together… now… aah, aah… AAAAAAH!!”

“OOOOHH!!”

They heard each other’s diminishing breaths for a while, no words needed for their bond.

“Tomorrow, darling. I’ll be there.”

“I am counting the seconds, little sister.”

The End