Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: Another lost prize from my story files, offered here for your dining and dancing pleasure. I contributed considerably to this version, and will explain how and why after the story’s end. May it bring you true erotic satisfaction.

*****

“Ohhh… oh BABY, oh sweetie, yessss… Oh, lick Mommy, eat Mommy’s pussy…” She grabbed my face and ground it hard into her thick pubes. My heart swelled with love for this magnificent woman, twenty years my senior. Her pussy was hot and juicy, coating my face as I fucked her with an erect tongue, brushing her clit with my fingers. She answered with staccato gasps timed to each stroke.

I cupped my hands under her ass and pressed my face into her opening. She urged me on, panting out words of love for me, her adoring daughter. I flicked her clitoris with my tongue, her body shuddering with each flick. I was possessed. The act of going down on my own mother made me positively feral.

She finally let herself go — and her orgasm came crashing down without mercy. She yelped and gasped and kept urging me on. “Oh God. Oh GOD! Ohhhh yes! Oh my sweet angel, Mommy’s c-coming…” I ate her without pause until she finally stopped me with a squeeze of my shoulder.

As I raised my face from her cunt I saw my mother caressing her breasts, a dreamy look on her face. I crawled into her arms and kissed her mouth hungrily, my tongue darting between her lips. She returned my kiss with a passion that had my head spinning.

Then suddenly, she rolled me over onto my back, the length of her naked body pressed to mine. I squealed in delight as she ground her hips against me, and I began to thrust back against her. Her mouth claimed mine, and I simply submitted, letting Mom take me.

“Mmmm… I love the taste of my pussy on your face…” she cooed sweetly as our lips slid together, and she paused to lick around my gasping mouth. I sighed, every millimeter of me on fire. She moved down to my breast and sucked the throbbing tip into her mouth, her tongue raking my nipple and sending electric shocks through me, right down to my toes. Mom’s hand had found my pussy, and her fingers were teasing my clit.

She slid downward, tonguing my belly, then spread my legs forcibly, opening my sex to her hungry gaze. I could feel the warmth of her breath stirring my pubes as she moved closer, savoring the scent of my excitement. “Oh, honey,” she whispered, “you smell simply divine… I can’t wait to taste you.”

“Please, Momma,” I whimpered. “Please… lick my pussy.”

She pressed a loving kiss into my wetness, making me cry out loud… and when her tongue emerged to slide from my anus to the tip of my clit in one slow lick; well, I almost fainted on the spot. I was consumed, simply possessed by the idea of my own mother going down on me. Her golden-wheat hair brushed my inner thighs, and I entwined my fingers in it, sighing, “oh, Mom…”

She licked me harder, the tip of her tongue worming its way into my cunt. Soon she was fucking me with her mouth, and I heard a wailing sound fill the room that took me a few seconds to recognize as my own voice.

Then she was sucking my clit, two fingers replacing her tongue in my vagina… and I simply exploded, right then, my entire body seizing up as the mother of all orgasms hit like a ton of bricks. Waves of convulsive pleasure buffeted me, each more powerful than the one before. Finally, my climax began to recede; and she brought me down gently, nuzzling my pussy with soft kisses. With a long sigh, I relaxed into the tangled sheets.

After I’d caught my breath again, I rose with effort into a sitting position, and she drew me into her arms and held me lovingly. I smiled contentedly, at peace with the world.

“You’re an incredible lover, sweetheart,” she murmured.

“That was… amazing,” I breathed. It was, too — as if a quart of plasma had just been fucked out of me.

My goddess rose from the bed, then padded naked into the bathroom to clean up. “Have you always gone by the name Rebecca?” she asked over the running faucet.

I said “Yes,” suddenly feeling slightly deflated.

*****

I’d better explain. In a move that was totally out of character for me, I’d answered an ad in a local sex weekly from a woman — an awesome, vivacious 40-year-old bundle of sex, as it turned out — offering to help other women realize their wildest lesbian fantasies. As soon as that ad came into my line of vision, I knew I had to contact her and live out the forbidden desire I had been living with ever since I figured out I was gay.

With trembling fingers, I typed out an email to this woman, letting her know what I wanted from her — to make love to me while pretending to be my mother.

Ever since my first awkward but wonderful night of sex with my friend Jill at sixteen, I’d been in love with Mom. Actually, I’d been in love with her much longer than that… it just took my introduction to lesbian sex to help me see the obvious.

I’d always craved physical closeness with my mother, even as a little girl. Mom used to joke about how much I loved her kisses and hugs, and I crept into her bed to sleep next to her warm, sweet-smelling body as often as I could get away with it.

Once I was aware of my sexual attraction to Mom, I was paralyzed with guilt. Ultimately, time helped me adjust to my desires, and I more or less resigned myself to the cold, hard fact that the love of my life would never know my true feelings, settling instead for my mother taking on the starring role in more than a few of my hottest masturbation fantasies.

So when I stumbled on Toni’s advertisement in the local gay weekly, I immediately saw it as a chance to act out my fantasy without fear — something I’d never had the nerve to try with one of my lovers.

We’d met at Starbucks and had then driven back to the apartment in my car, just so I could be treated to the most amazing roleplay ever. Toni’s face and hair were not at all like Mom’s, but her luscious, full-figured body was very similar to hers. And she quizzed me as we drove about how Mom spoke, the kind of things she might say, the inflection of her voice. Toni had worked as an actress, and took her role seriously.

She’d stepped into the Mom part as we got back to my place. I wasn’t ready to pretend that my mother and I were making love for the first time, so she played it like we were already lovers, and she was coming over for an afternoon of hot incestuous fucking. As soon as the door of my apartment closed behind us, Toni was kissing me, whispering “Oh, Rebecca… I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

So we made love, my “mother,” and me… and it had been wonderful. Now the game was over, Toni washing herself at the sink, with me feeling a bit wistful as she asked about my name. I guess that I hadn’t been quite ready to let go of the fantasy just yet.

Then she asked, “Is your last name Banks?”

My brow furrowed. She must have seen something with my name on it somewhere in the apartment. “That’s right.”

She said “Hmmm,” in that way people do when they think something is interesting.

I went into the bathroom with her as she washed her face. “Why do you ask?”

She turned to me with a gentle smile and said, “Honey, you might be shocked to hear this, but… I know your mother.”

I’m sure that my eyes were wide as saucers. I just stared at Toni, unable to think of a single coherent word.

My make-believe mom explained that she’d known my real mother Ellen for more than twenty-five years… pretty much ever since we moved to the area. I wondered aloud why I’d never met her before, and she told me that we had, but it was when I was a little girl. Turns out that she’d babysat for me a few times when Mom had doctor’s appointments or other errands. I didn’t remember, though, even with that to prompt me. When I was seven, we moved into a bigger house a few miles away… and she and my mom had fallen out of touch.

I didn’t really know what to make of any of this — was it sexy or disturbing that I’d just had wild lesbian sex with my old babysitter?

I didn’t have time to dwell on that, though, because the next thing Toni said was, “So, Rebecca… have you ever tried to make love to your mother? I mean, for real?”

I know I probably turned beet red, and I was thinking that, no more that ten minutes ago, I’d been in the throes of an orgasm the likes of which I’d never even thought possible… and now the lover who’d made it happen was going to ruin it by getting all real life on me.

She could see I was upset, and knelt beside me, reaching out to stroke my face. In spite of myself, I looked longingly at her now bra-clad breasts.

“Rebecca, baby, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” she assured me. “Let’s just say that the ad you responded to wasn’t the first I’d placed. I’ve done this before.” She rose, and continued dressing. “You’d be amazed at how many women have the kind of fantasies you do.”

I took a moment to digest that as she continued. “I’ve helped out several young women who wanted to make love to their mothers, just like you. I’ve been with an older woman whose fantasy was to fuck her daughter. And I’ve even had a couple of clients who wanted to have sex with their sisters.” She fastened her skirt around her waist — one I asked her to wear, because it was like one my mother would have worn. Now dressed, she sat down next to me, placing a hand on my thigh. “The wildest fantasy I ever participated in was for a young woman who wanted me to be her mother. She had me smack her around, then put on a strap-on cock and rape her.”

“Jesus,” I breathed, “that sounds kinda… sick.”

“Maybe so,” she replied, rising and reaching for her coat. “But I’ve seldom seen a woman come like she did.” She smiled, fastening the buttons. “I love doing this,” she murmured, checking her hair in the bathroom mirror. “I’m 40 years old. Everything you’ve heard about how hard it is for older women to get lucky is true.” She flashed a wicked smile. “But tell women half your age you’re willing to play Mommy for them…” She paused, nibbling her lip thoughtfully, then said, “I suspect that lesbian incest is much more common among women than most people believe.”

“Do you actually know a mother and daughter who’ve made love?” I ask her quietly.

Toni stared at me for a moment. “Yes… I do,” she finally murmured.

Oh, God. The very thought of it set off a ripple of desire that snaked through me. “Um… who is it?” I asked.

She smiled. “I have a daughter of my own, you know,” she said, a mysterious gleam in her eyes. “She’s older than you by about five years. I don’t think you ever met her.” I shook my head. Of course, I didn’t remember meeting Toni either…

“Ever do anything with her?” I asked, bluntly.

She looked me in the eye, considered my question. “As a matter of fact,” she said softly, “Paige was married for a few months, and after it ended she decided she liked women. It was a little more involved than that, of course. To this day I don’t know if her marriage ended because she decided she was gay… or if she decided she was gay because her marriage didn’t work out. The problem was that my Paige was very shy, and couldn’t bring herself to come on to another woman. She was having a terrible time. We had a long talk about it, and finally, I offered to… help her explore her new feelings in a safe way.”

I’m sure that my mouth was hanging open, but she plowed ahead. “It started out sort of… clinical. This is how you should caress a woman. This is how you should kiss. This is what you should and shouldn’t do to her breasts. After a few hours, though, we realized we weren’t having a how-to talk anymore — we were really making love.” She winked at me.

I was tingling from head to toe. Having sex with Toni was unbelievably hot, because I was imagining the whole time she was my mother. I had never quite gotten around to imagining that she was having sex with her daughter. Now I was shifting around on the bed, my body on fire all over again.

“Do you still…” I’m not sure I could have finished the thought using the English language, so I was grateful she replied right away.

“Yes… we are still lovers,” she explained. “In fact, sometimes she works with me… doing what I do for other women.”

“Really?” I gasped.

“Mmm-hmm,” she replied. “But not just for anyone. Paige only joins me for my special clients.”

My throat was dry, my heart racing. “Am… I a s-special client?” I managed to get out.

Toni padded over to me, bent down and kissed my mouth, her tongue darting between my lips for an instant. “You are special, babe,” she whispered, “and I’ll be in touch.”

Well, if possible I was leaving a sizzling hot lovemaking session with this gorgeous creature even hornier than when I started, but it was time for both of us to get back to work. At the door we kissed tenderly; then, cupping my face in her hands, Toni eyed me reassuringly.

“I would never do anything that would damage a family,” she insisted. “But your dad’s not around anymore and… I think there’s a lot more to your mother than you know.” She paused, measuring her words carefully, then softly said, “Ellen is a wonderful woman… and she’s incredibly lucky to have a daughter like you.” She gave me a quick kiss, and was gone.

*****

Toni had given me a lot to think about. For a week I masturbated myself morning, night and sometimes noon… thinking about her thrashing beneath me and urging me to, “make Mommy come.” Or remembering her eating me out. Or imagining Toni fucking her daughter Paige.

I found myself wondering what Paige looked like. I pictured… me, I guess, only a bit older. I imagined her gasping in ecstasy, clutching the sheets, consumed by thoughts of how wrong it was to have her mother lapping at her cunt, but growling with newfound, forbidden lust, in love with the incest she was enjoying. Then I imagined myself in her place, only with my own mother going down on me… and then I’d be fingering my pussy yet again.

I saw my mother once during that week, the following Wednesday… and fortunately at a time when I was preoccupied with thoughts other than my roleplay mom. When she told me excitedly that she had a date on Friday with some old flame she hadn’t seen in years, I told her that was great and made her promise to have a good time. When I asked her who the lucky guy was, she got all coy… telling me she didn’t want to “jinx” the evening by talking about it ahead of time. Then I hugged her briefly (taking a moment to savor the sweet scent of her skin) and left, trembling inside.

I had done it: I had faced my mom without giving away my desire for her. Despite Toni’s suggestion as she left my apartment, I was nowhere near having the courage to tell Mom how I felt. The very idea terrified me. What if she freaked out? She might never be able to feel comfortable around me ever again! There was no way I could take a chance on that.

It was Saturday night when I heard from Toni again, wondering if I could come right over to see her. I immediately agreed, desperate to make love to her again. I quickly fixed myself up, hopped in the car, and parked outside her apartment building around 8:30.

Before I could ring Toni’s apartment to have her open the door for me I heard her voice on the intercom, whispering, “come on up!” And she buzzed me in, and I made my way to her fourth floor apartment. How sweet — she’d been looking out the window, waiting for me.

The door was slightly ajar as I approached, and before I could knock she slipped out and whispered “Hi,” giving me a quick but very intense kiss, reaching down to fondle my ass. I must have looked pretty confused, because she grinned, then softly said, “Come on in. But be very quiet…”

“Do you have a roommate?” I whispered, trying to work out to myself what we needed to be so quiet about. She gestured for me to take my shoes off… I did, and we padded together down the hall. Now I could hear moaning. A woman’s voice. No, two women. What the hell was happening here?

Turning her head to me, she raised her eyebrow conspiratorially and glanced through the open bedroom door, then gestured for me to come and look. I craned my head around the entrance, and…

Two women were in the dimly lit room, naked on the bed, fondling each other’s pussies, kissing hungrily and moaning in between kisses. The older one, with her back to me, drew the younger one’s hand up from her slit to her mouth and sucked her fingers with a guttural moan. The younger woman’s eyes narrowed and she cooed happily — then she saw us, and I swear, she smiled.

I was shocked, but didn’t move. The younger woman began caressing the older woman’s back and shoulders and the older woman kissed and nibbled at the young woman’s neck. This was weird, but an incredible turn-on. I felt safe; if the younger woman knew we were here watching, I figured we weren’t invading anybody’s privacy.

The younger woman maneuvered the older one on top of her, their mouths locked together, and they began to grind their mounds together, just like they were fucking. The younger woman kneaded the older woman’s ass and she, eyes shut and mouth agape, threw her head back and cried out softly… and THAT was when I recognized my mom.

If Toni hadn’t gripped me just then, I might have gasped out loud.

The younger woman wriggled beneath my mother and guided her toward the headboard of the bed, sliding her face toward my mom’s pussy, which was lush and untrimmed. I watched in disbelief as the girl extended her tongue to take that first long lick at Mom’s cunt, then pressed her face between my mother’s thighs. I could hear soft, liquid sounds as the young woman began to pleasure Mom for real. Mom gripped the headboard, thrusting her hips into the younger woman’s face, her breasts jiggling.

“OH–” my mom cried. “Oh… Rebecca, baby…”

My heart was in my throat. I felt hot and cold at the same time. I briefly thought that maybe I should foreclose any other possibilities and ask Toni whether the younger woman, who by now I realized must be her daughter Paige, was named Rebecca too, but from the wry smile on Toni’s face, I knew that she wasn’t.

My mom was roleplaying, living a fantasy of sex with her daughter. Me.

My body seethed with hunger. My nipples throbbed, my cunt was a river.

Mom rode Paige’s face to a torrential orgasm, gasping my name, calling Paige — me? –her “baby doll.” I was trembling from head to toe, torn between wanting to flee and a desire to run over to the shaking bed, grab my mother and thrust my tongue into her mouth.

Toni laid a hand on my shoulder and tried to draw me away from the lovemaking. I looked at her desperately, but I relented and padded with her down the hall in a daze, all the while looking back and hearing my mother cry my name in the throes of her orgasm.

Toni took both my shoulders and looked me square in the face. “Don’t be angry because I’m springing this on you all of a sudden,” she said quietly.

I blinked. Did she think I was upset about something?

She continued. “When I realized who you were the other day and what you wanted from your mom… well, I wanted to help you make your fantasy come true.” She squeezed my hand. “You see, your mother and I were more than just friends, back when you were a little girl… we were also lovers.”

I could only stare, my head in a whirl as Toni continued. “Your mother had never been with a woman until she met me. We were both married, but I knew I was bisexual… and Ellen and I ended up becoming intimate. We had an affair that lasted about five years. Then I got divorced and moved to Chicago.” She shrugged. “I realized that I was really a lesbian, and I wanted to leave my life behind and start over. So… I asked her to leave your father, and come live with me.”

“W-what did she say?” I whispered.

Toni smiled sadly. “She wouldn’t do it,” she murmured. “She still cared for him… and even if she’d wanted a divorce, your father would never have let you go with her.” She sighed. “Jim was a good man, and I guess he didn’t deserve to get screwed like that by Ellen and me anyhow. I just wanted her for myself.” She shook her head thoughtfully. “We kept in touch, anyhow… for a few years. Then when Paige and I moved back a year ago, I called your mother, and we went out for coffee a time or two.”

“Did you two…” I began.

She shook her head. “No… Jim was still alive, and I was involved pretty intensely with my daughter at that time. We decided to just be friends. Then your dad had his car accident.” She sighed. “I don’t know if you know this, but Ellen has only been with other women since he died.”

I gasped. I’d not had an inkling of any of this! “Was one of them you?” I asked.

“Not quite,” Toni answered. “I wasn’t really looking for a romantic relationship outside my, um, fantasy work, and what I had with Paige.” She smiled. “No… what changed everything was you, honey.”

“Me?” I asked, puzzled.

Toni nodded. “Maybe it was, well, meddlesome of me… but I really liked you a lot, Rebecca. And what your mom and I once had was very special.” She smiled. “I wanted to see if it was possible, somehow, to make your fantasy about Ellen come true.”

She paused, listening for a bit to the sounds of lesbian sex, still drifting from down the hall. “So I called your mother a few nights ago and asked her out to dinner… with the possibility of, well, ‘anything goes’ for afterward.” She paused. “That was last night.”

My hand flew to my mouth. So that was the hot date Mom had been so thrilled about!

“We had a wonderful time at dinner, Ellen and I,” continued Toni, “and yes, before you ask, we did go to bed together.” She smiled. “Your mother is still an incredibly hot fuck.”

I needed answers. “So what about… them?” I shot back, pointing down the hall to where my mother and Toni’s daughter were still getting each other off.

“I’m getting to that,” the older woman replied. “You see, after she and I made love, I told your mother everything about my daughter… and I asked her if she would like to have us both together.” Toni paused, then grinned wickedly. “Ellen loved the idea.”

“Wow,” I breathed. God, Mom was every bit as big a lesbian slut as I was…

“So the three of us met for dinner tonight,” Toni went on, “and your mother got acquainted with my Paige.” She glanced down the hallway toward the bedroom, where the action was still going strong. “My daughter told Ellen all about how she and I had become lovers, and how much she enjoyed sex with me. So… we were about to leave the restaurant for here, when Paige told your mother about something she had always wanted to try… a fantasy she wanted to play at with a sexy older woman.” She paused, a wicked glint in her eyes. “My daughter and I worked all this out before we met your mother last night.”

“So… what was it?” I demanded, my entire body on edge. “W-what was the… fantasy?”

Toni smiled, like the cat that had got the cream. “Paige told your mother that she had wanted for a long time to make love to an older woman, and pretend to be the woman’s own daughter… then she asked your mom if she was willing to indulge her little game.” She arched an eyebrow. “She wanted Ellen to pretend, too… and call her by your name while they fucked.”

“What did Mom say?” I whispered in disbelief.

“Let me put it this way, Rebecca,” Toni murmured, drawing me close to her, “I’ve never seen a lover get so turned on so quickly.” She nodded smugly. “Your mom was totally into the idea. So I gave them some privacy… so they could make love, one-on-one, just a  mother and her daughter — and I called you.”

I shivered, suddenly more aroused than I could ever remember being. I heard panting and a gentle creaking of bed springs from the other room that suggested there had been a break in the action.

Toni heard it too, and said, “When I found out last week how you felt about her, Rebecca… I had to try to arrange for you both to be together. I hope you don’t think I was being too manipulative. I just want to make you and Ellen happy.”

She seemed concerned that I was going to flip out… but I smiled reassuringly and kissed her. I didn’t allow the kiss to linger, though. I had somewhere else to be.

Lacking an etiquette book for something like this, Toni chose to improvise; going into the guest bedroom alone to talk to Paige and my mother.

There was conversation I couldn’t make out, awkward silences I knew were filled by my mom, blushing furiously, trying to come to grips with what Toni and Paige were telling her. After a few minutes, Toni called me in. My heart nearly pounding its way out of my chest, I entered the bedroom.

My mother did look a little frightened, her arms folded over her breasts, her pussy concealed by a bed sheet. But oh, God in heaven, she was lovely. I drank the sight of her in, my naked, beautiful mother, the woman I loved better than any other. Her eyes widened as she saw the look of wanton lust on my face.

Paige had longer, darker hair, a rounder face… but with the lights off, I bet my mother could easily have imagined it was me. I shivered at the thought.

It was Toni who began to undress me, slowly removing one article of clothing at a time, unveiling my body for Mom to see. I was completely relaxed, letting her remove everything till I was standing naked in front of my mother. The whole room smelled of cunt; my mother’s cunt. My heart continued to pound.

Then my mother rose, showing herself to me naked for the first time, her pubic hair thick and lush… her succulent breasts, nipples stiff with anticipation, and a look of wonder and love mixed with the tiniest bit of fear. I thought I knew what she felt at that moment — as if this were a beautiful dream that could evaporate into thin air.

She stood before me, breathing deeply. I reached up and stroked her cheek, then brought my face in to hers… and we kissed, my mother and I, gently at first, our lust just starting to smolder. Our kiss quickly became hot and passionate, and I melted into her arms.

I don’t remember positioning myself on my back on the bed. But as my thoughts dissolved as my mother, naked, sweaty, smelling of sex and primal desire, hovered over me. I pulled her down, her bare body fitting perfectly into mine, and our mouths met again.

We were kissing like lovers, frantically grinding our bodies together, and I felt a… completeness I never had before. As if I’d finally found the other half of myself.

My hands touched her everywhere they could reach, finally clutching the cheeks of her ass, and she ground into me, rubbing her thigh against my cunt. I did the same for Mom, feeling her wetness against my leg as I churned my hips against hers.

“Rebecca,” she whispered, almost blissfully.

“Mom,” I replied, breathless. “Oooohhh, MOM….”

I heard Toni undress as I stared dreamily at my mother, who whispered her love and lust for me, her babydoll, and I moaned words of adoration to my mommy, to Mom… I was drunk with pleasure, high on fucking, and intoxicated by the sweet, sweet joy of incest.

Paige sat on the bed next to us, her feet on the floor, and I saw Toni lower her head between her daughter’s thighs… and though I couldn’t see it, I knew she was lapping at her own daughter’s pussy. Paige’s head flew back and she cried out, clutching Toni’s face to her sex.

Then my mother was sliding down me, moving toward my dripping cunt, She knelt before me, and I closed my eyes, my whole body as taut as an archer’s bow as I awaited the touch of her lips… the fantasy I had carried with me for years, finally coming true.

When I felt my mother’s mouth cover my sex, I cried out so loudly that Paige, still holding her own mom’s face between her legs, glanced over at me… then she gave me a sweet smile just before her eyes rolled back in her head and my mother’s tongue was sliding up and down my throbbing cunt. Then suddenly her lips were sucking at my clitoris, and a scream exploded from me and I came and came and came but I never came down.

Except I did, of course… panting, bathed in sweat, and my mother crawled back up toward me and I pulled her body on top of mine and we kissed again, her mouth wet and sticky from my cunt. I licked all around her lips, savoring my own juices, my lust for Mom still snarling and uncoiling inside me.

I wanted to ravage her, devour her, take her for my own. I told her so, and she only smiled.

“Do it,” she breathed. “Take me… make me your bitch.”

Toni was on her back now, and she and Paige were tangled in their own mother-daughter embrace. Crowded as it was, I managed to roll us both over, pinning my mother onto her back beneath me.

“Rebecca,” she whimpered. “Oh, darling Rebecca…” I pressed my face into her breasts, breathing deeply of the scent of Mom’s naked body just before I took a fat nipple between my lips to suckle. She moaned, cradling my face to her, as if she were nursing me. I was no longer her baby, though… I was her lover.

I could have pleasured my mother’s breasts forever… but I couldn’t, actually, because Mom’s pussy was hot and juicy and I needed to be down there, between her thighs.

Paige and I seemed to move almost as mirror images down our mothers’ bodies, and they both shuddered and writhed in unison. I saw my desire reflected perfectly in Paige’s face, and I broke briefly from my mother to kiss her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. I tasted like my pussy and she tasted like hers, then we parted and our mouths found their way to our mother’s cunts.

I went down on Mom with everything I had… feasting on her, fucking her with my tongue, drinking of her womanly essence. As I ate her, I looked up and I saw my mother kissing Toni hungrily.

Then my mother’s hands were on the back of my head urging me deeper, deeper… and she started to come for me, crying out my name as I pleasured her. I ground my mouth into her cunt and lavished love on her and she orgasmed a second time, her body bucking so hard she nearly threw me from the bed. I could hear Toni pant, rocking the bed with her own pleasure.

I was spent, briefly, and crawled into my mother’s arms. As she and I cuddled, we watched Toni, her own climax close, urging her daughter on while Paige skillfully, lovingly ate her mother out. It was quite a sight. Mom and I kissed, then lay in each other’s arms and watched as Toni came in her daughter’s face.

My mother and Toni decided to love one another for a while, and I watched in rapt attention as they kissed and cooed and touched each other skillfully, knowingly. The two participants in my incest fantasies coming together — it was a beautiful dream come to life.

Finally I turned my attention to Paige, who’d been waiting patiently for me, and we embraced, falling to the bed together. She and I made love, right next to our mothers while they fucked, and it was wonderful — like sharing my sex, my body, my soul with a sister I’d never had. Afterward, she said she loved me, and I told her that I loved her, too.

So much of the rest of the night is a blur to me now. I recall that Toni had a strap on and Paige took her with it. My mom and I watched and fondled one another and kissed, and I whispered in her ear that I wanted to fuck her like that — and she came! Just from me saying that!

Then I did fuck her… putting on Toni’s strap-on, laying my mother down and sliding my cock deep into her, fucking her with long, slow strokes, our lips and breasts crushing together while I made her mine. While I fucked Mom, Toni parted my buttocks and began licking my asshole… God, what a kinky experience that was!

Then it was Toni’s turn to put on the cock. She chose to fuck her daughter in the ass while Paige ate out my mother, and I just sat down in a nearby chair and watched them, lightly fingering my cunt to keep my lust burning steadily.

At one point my mother and I were in a languid 69, licking each other’s dripping cunts, with Toni and her daughter entwined and kissing beside us… than later I was urgently eating Toni out while my mother pumped two fingers in and out of my ass. And when Toni came I whirled around to violently kiss my mother, our mouths crushing together as Paige and Toni joined in our incestuous lesbian embrace.

Then the four of us made love in a hot, sweaty tangle; touching, fondling, licking, biting, kissing, loving. I suckled on a stiffening nipple, not knowing whose it was, while someone’s mouth nuzzled my cunt and my fingers stroked a moist anus. It was the most incredible group fuck imaginable… I lost track of how many times I came.

Hours later, it was time to leave Toni and Paige and we thanked them with passionate kisses and words of love. I cried in Toni’s arms, blessing her every way imaginable for bringing my mother and I together.

I drove Mom home, and she very sweetly invited me to spend the night in her bed. So we made love once more, everything slow and gentle this time, then fell asleep, our bodies entwined.

Mom and I have been lovers ever since… and Toni and Paige ended up leaving their apartment and moving in with us. We share our bodies in every imaginable combination, the four of us living in a dizzy, delightful whirl of lesbian sex and incest.

Ladies, if you can even imagine yourself making love to your mother, my advice is to go for it. Life with my mother has brought me more happiness than I imagined possible, and Paige and Toni are blissfully content as well.

It’s like they say — no one loves you like Mom does!

The End

Coda from JetBoy: The original version of this story was great, but I had one serious cavil — when Rebecca is confronted by the sight of her mother in the arms of Toni’s daughter, no explanation was given of how Toni set up the whole scenario in the first place. This omission bothered me so much that I ended up writing that part myself, along with some of Ellen and Toni’s history as lovers. If I did it correctly, you won’t have noticed any difference between that scene and the rest of the story. Thanks for reading.