Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Tater Tot

The next day, I told Mom that if she let me finger her to an orgasm, I’d tell her everything about what Mrs. C and I had done. She agreed, and I really dragged the story out, making it last as long as possible. Her expression was incredible when she came.

Being Mom, she gave me head once she’d caught her breath, then held me as we talked.

“So she’s your slave now,” Mom giggled.

I snuggled back against her with a smile and said, “I guess. It really made her hot, I think, and I liked it a lot.”

“You going to do it again?”

“I want to. Do you think that’s bad?”

“No,” she said thoughtfully. “Mrs. C and Deanna sound a lot like us, really, so I don’t think it will cause any problems if you’re having sex with both of them.”

I thought about that for a little while, then said, “I’ll tell Mrs. C that I’m doing it with her for fun, and to let me know if she has a problem with that. Should I tell them about each other?”

Mom gave me a quick kiss, then thought for a while. “You have to decide that for yourself, hon. It might get them excited, it might weird them out. You should be able to tell how it will go when you’re with them.”

“Yeah,” I said slowly. “I think it would really get Mrs. C hot, but I’m not so sure about Deanna.”

*****

It was Friday again when I went to spend the night at Deanna’s. I was also spending Saturday with them because Mom had to do an overnight business thing. She promised me extra time in bed with her to make up for it.

Deanna and I actually did have work to do, so it wasn’t like it was just some kinky sex visit. I was cool but polite with Mrs. C, just saying, “Hi,” and acting normal.

She was a bit restrained at first, but when she saw I wasn’t going to be weird about what we’d done, she went back to her usual self.

We had a lot of fun, doing our report first, then having dinner together. Mrs. C made spaghetti and meatballs, which turned out awesome, and I told her so. She seemed touched by the compliment, but hell, it was really good.

Then we all snuggled on the couch to watch a movie. Deanna sort of started stroking my ass under the blanket, and I just let her, figuring if she was brave enough to do that with her mom sitting next to us, then I didn’t have a problem with it.

When the movie was over, Deanna and I headed up to her room, and she gave her mom a goodnight kiss on the cheek. I shrugged and did the same, saying, “Thanks, Mrs. C, this was a lot of fun.” She blushed, but said that she enjoyed it too.

When we got in Deanna’s room, she stopped to shut the door, then turned to tackle me onto the bed. She was kissing me all over my face before reaching my lips, then we began to do some sloppy French kissing.

I almost laughed, but instead I got my arms around her and slowed her down some to get her to do it a little more gently.

She was lying on top of me, so I let her kiss me while I stroked her ass. She was moaning and gasping as she kissed, then really moaned when I slipped a hand inside her shorts and cupped her warm cheeks.

“Oh, God, Amber,” she panted into my ear. “I want you so bad.”

I rolled her over, leaned down and began to kiss her in a serious way. She put her arms around me as I worked, breathing hard, then really moaned when I put a hand on her breast.

I stopped long enough to unbutton her shirt, then leaned down to suckle at her breasts. I know what Mom does to mine, and it makes me feel great, even if they are small. I cupped them, stroked them, tweaked her nipples, then used my mouth to do the same thing. When I slipped a hand into her shorts, it was too much and she came with a short cry.

We were lying like that, her hand cradling my head to her as I sucked on a tit, one of my hands busy in her panties — then her mother opened the door.

I froze, causing Deanna to look up, still gasping from the orgasm when she saw her mom.

“S-sorry, Mom. Didn’t m-mean to make so much noise.”

“Okay, honey,” Mrs. C said, a little breathlessly. “Um, have fun.” She closed the door.

I raised my head and stared at Deanna, my hand still resting on her mound. I slid a finger between her pussy lips as I said, “Have fun?”

Deanna giggled, then moaned and arched her hips up as my finger slipped into her just a bit. She was super tight in there, so I didn’t think we would be having any hard finger action that night.

“Mom… uh… knows we wanted to — to have sex,” Deanna panted. “She would rather I… I d-did this with you… than with, uh… Oh, God… with a boy.”

I shrugged and moved down to slide her shorts off. Holy shit, she was shaved! I gave her an evil grin as I bent down and plastered my mouth to her pussy.

She went totally crazy as I worked, her hands spread wide, grabbing the sides of the bed as she moaned and shouted, tossed her hips around, and generally made me ride her like a cowgirl on a wild bronco.

I started with some tongue action, licking her lips. Then I went deeper, going inside with my tongue, then found her clit and sucked at it. She only lasted about a few minutes before she came with a short scream and some serious squirting.

I crawled up to kiss Deanna until she came down from the orgasm, then held her as we talked.

“God, Amber,” she said, “that was freaking awesome.”

I giggled, “Why, thank you, Deanna.”

That got a laugh from her and she said, “I want to do that to you, but you’ll have to show me how. I tried to remember what you did… guess I kinda lost track, huh?”

That got us both laughing so hard that I was almost sick for a moment.

She didn’t do any build up, just slid down to kiss my pussy. We could work on that later, since I was already wet. It was sweet the way she nuzzled me for a while, then tentatively started to lick.

“Just explore,” I said. “Have fun, that’s how I learned.”

“Mmkay,” she mumbled into my pussy, getting another giggle from me.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” I said sternly, before trailing off into more laughter.

Deanna pinched my butt before returning to using her tongue on me, discovering the secrets of a woman’s pussy. I could tell she was going to be really good at this one day, because she totally loved going down. She was moaning as loudly as I was, hands wrapped around my thighs as she sucked and licked.

I had to tell her about how to use a bit of rhythm in her licking to help me get off. From there it was only a couple minutes before I came with a yell, and sprayed her face down with my pussy.

It was really hot, doing this with someone my age. I never had before. And Deanna was really enthusiastic and kinda innocent about it.

When she crawled up and we tasted each other’s mouths, I said, “We got kind of noisy… sure your Mom won’t be mad?”

“Nah,” Deanna said. “She said you did this with her, so I imagine she’s probably just a little jealous.”

I sat up to look at her, feeling a little nervous — but she just grinned and gave me a kiss before saying, “Hey, you’re hot, and Mom and I are honest with each other. She’s had it rough for a while, and I don’t want to keep her from having fun if she can.”

“Wow!” I muttered. “You guys are great.”

“You think so?” Deanna asked. “You don’t think it’s weird?”

I laughed and pinched her nipple before saying, “Hell, no. I tell Mom everything too, and she’s the best ever.”

“So she knows about us? And Mom?” Deanna gasped as my fingers stroked her nipples.

I slid down her body until I was hovering over her pussy again and said, “Oh yeah. I don’t like her to worry, and she’s just like your mom — said she’d I rather did this than mess around with boys. She said they can get pretty mean, but we both know that, right?”

I began licking Deanna, finding her pussy already leaking a little. I wanted to see what I could do with a finger, so I ate her until she was good and wet, then started sliding a finger in. Tight was the word, but as long as I didn’t thrust or anything, I could get inside. She didn’t have her hymen either, so I could push in all the way.

She quickly grabbed my head and began making long drawn-out moaning noises. I let my finger go still for a moment while I lightly licked her clit, then curled it inside her. Deanna thrust her hips up and gave out a quavering cry, but managed to hold off coming just then.

It took me a moment, but I found her sweet spot, and was happy to see her react with a shiver when I touched it. Mom said not all women felt that, but Deanna sure did.

I began working that spot, using my tongue to slide through her lips and tease her clit. Deanna was flopping around like crazy when her fingers clamped on my head, and then she came with a scream, a long one, a long and loud one.

Her pussy hosed me down like crazy, and I had to slide my finger out to keep from breaking it as she bounced on the bed like she had been dropped from a long way up. I clutched her hips and kept my mouth on her until she was done, then slid up to hug her as she sobbed and laughed hysterically at the same time.

It took about five minutes before Deanna calmed down, then she just sort of collapsed. She lay there, lightly stroking my face with her eyes half closed. “God, Amber,” she mumbled, “that was so good!”

I grinned and gave her a soft kiss. She stroked my face again and said, “Can you… would you… do that for Mom?”

I blinked, startled at what she’d said, and she went on, “Please, it would make her so happy.”

I had to think about that for a minute, since it struck me as weird, but it wasn’t really any different than me coming over to fuck Mrs. C when Deanna wasn’t home.

“You sure?”

She leaned up to kiss me. “Please!”

I let my hand lightly caress her pussy as I got up, but she was fast asleep already. I giggled, thinking about how I often did that when Mom got me off, and how mad that made me.

I got up, left Deanna’s room and wandered down the hall, then opened the bedroom door to Mrs. C’s room.

She was lying on the bed, rubbing her pussy with her eyes closed as I came in. She didn’t hear me, so I walked over and looked down at her.

Mrs. C was naked, her now shaven pussy being used hard by her right hand as the left one squeezed a breast.

I put my hand over hers, getting a short scream from her — then she just stared up at me.

We were motionless for a moment, then I said, “I want your pussy, Mrs. C.” She was staring like a deer in the headlights as I added, “Put both hands up over your head and grab hold of the headboard.”

It was a spindle-type headboard, so she could reach up and grab it with ease, exposing her body perfectly.

I let a hand trail up from her pussy to her breasts, then I played with them a while as I stared at her. “I’m gonna lick your pussy now, and I want you to keep your hands up there.”

Mrs. C nodded nervously as I slid between her legs. I breathed on her again, then let my tongue slide forward and taste her very wet pussy lips. I took my time, savoring her flavor and the naughtiness of what we were doing.

She was really tight, making me wonder when the last time was that she’d had genuine sex. I pushed my tongue into her cunt and worked it around a while, then withdrew it to slide it up and down. I put both hands around her hips and let my thumb push against her clit as I worked.

Mrs. C was extremely hot, dripping cum almost from the first lick, and she reached an orgasm within a couple of minutes.

Her legs pushed her hips up from the bed, and her hands gripped the headboard so tightly that it creaked as she screamed my name, her pussy gushing juice until it dripped down her ass crack and pooled on the bed.

When Mrs. C calmed down I said, “Put your hands on your breasts and play with them while I finger your pussy.”

She gave a sort of sob, but did as I said, and I returned to her pussy. I slid down a little, brought my hand up and began sliding my index finger in and out, just like I had with Deanna.

Mrs. C’s pussy was not quite as tight as her daughter’s was, but it was tight. She was moaning constantly as I fingered her, and I was able to get a bit of serious thrusting action going. When I had her almost ready to come, I pulled my index finger out and pushed the middle one in to get it nice and wet, then slid it down between her ass cheeks to rest against her butthole. It was a tight angle, but she had her hips pushed up pretty high.

When I began pushing in, Mrs. C yelled, “Oh, God… oh, Jesus!” and sort of gushed a little, but somehow managed to hold back her orgasm.

“That’s good… don’t come yet,” I whispered. I eased my finger into her anus, then began to very slowly move it in and out. Her hands were still on her breasts and her head was tilted way back as she let out high-pitched moans and squeals, her whole body tightening up. Then I went down on Mrs. C again while I fucked her ass.

It was less than a minute before she let go — almost an exact repeat of Deanna’s performance, only without the squirting. I pulled my fingers out as she came and just sucked on her pussy, riding her and licking without mercy.

When I finally pulled away Mrs. C was softly crying, so I crawled up to where she lay and said, “Delicious,” licking my lips. “Okay, you can take your hands off your breasts now.”

Then I leaned in and plundered her mouth with my tongue for a while, then drew back and slid a finger into her mouth, whispering, “Does it taste like two pussies?”

Mrs. C moaned as she sucked eagerly on my dirty finger.

I left her to sleep, made my way back to Deanna’s room and crawled back into bed with her. She was totally out, so I masturbated while I pictured myself getting home and tying Mom to the bed before fucking her ass. I came hard, squirting all over my hand.