Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JetBoy

 

I could see the door from my bed as it slowly opened and Mom quietly came in, closed the door and came to my bedside. She just stood and looked down at me as I lay still, watching through nearly closed eyes. I was nude, the way I always slept, the sheet pulled up to my chin.

She took off her nightgown, which was all she had on, and dropped it to the floor. My heart was suddenly pounding! Then she slowly lifted the sheet and slipped naked into bed beside me, taking care not to shake the bed and wake me up.

She looked so beautiful and sexy in the dim light of the darkened room. I wanted to reach out and touch her, but this time I was determined to let Mom make the first move, if a move was to be made. So I lay quietly, trying to keep my breath as steady as it would be if I were actually asleep.

I felt her moving around and getting closer to me. Her leg grazed mine. Then she kissed my cheek very lightly and placed her hand on my arm. I heard her sigh, then we were both motionless for awhile.

She removed her hand from my arm and put it on my chest, just below my breasts. Mom’s touch felt warm, almost hot. With her fingers lightly playing against my skin, she kissed my cheek again. Her hand slid up to cup my breast, the palm brushing my stiffening nipple.

I knew that she could feel the hammering of my heart, so there was no point in my pretending to be asleep. Turning to her and gazing into her eyes, I whispered, “Mom…?”

She took her hand away. “I… I couldn’t sleep. I felt so bad for getting angry with you, and it was keeping me awake. I had to come and try to tell you that I’m sorry for losing my temper. I was just kind of stunned when you kissed me, rubbing your body against mine like that.” She sighed. “Maybe I was expecting something like that to happen, but when you held me, I felt so aroused that I was frightened.”

“Oh, Mom, I didn’t mean to scare you,” I said glumly. “I just love you so much, and I loved what we did that night. I c-can’t help myself.” I felt like sobbing. “I want to — to be with you that way again, Mom…”

Mom touched my hand. “I know, honey. That kiss, and the way you and I kissed the other day, and how we touched one another… the thought of it just keep slipping through my mind, like, I don’t know, a sweet song I can’t forget.”

I wouldn’t let myself cry, damn it. Even if she never let me make love to her again. “But… d-do you want to forget?”

“No, baby. No. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just the way that you make me feel, angel. It’s more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced with a lover.”

My heart skipped a beat. Lover. That word. That beautiful, wonderful word. Did she really think of me that way?

She continued, her eyes burning into mine. “I shouldn’t be here in bed with you, Marcie… but I had to come. I knew I’d never get to sleep if I didn’t.” A sob escaped her lips. “Oh, God, this is wrong, so wrong… but I want you so very much. My darling daughter…”

She reached for my shoulder and pulled me to her. Our faces were an inch or two apart, our bare breasts pressed together.

“Kiss me, Marcie. Kiss me again, like you did downstairs. I need you to love me.”

I placed my hand on the back of her neck and pulled us together. Our mouths met for a few seconds in a soft kiss before I parted her lips with my tongue. Mom crushed her mouth to mine, her own tongue flashing to life, and once again my mother and I were kissing passionately.

We made out for a long while, then I pulled away. “God, I love kissing you, Mom. But are you sure you’re okay with this — with us?”

“Marcie, I think…” Then a look of determination flared in her eyes. “Yes. Yes, I am. I want to make love to you, angel.”

Our hungry mouths came together again as her hand slipped between us to find my breast. I allowed my hand to drift from her neck and slip down to the curve of her ass.

As we ground our bodies together, sharing juicy kisses, I felt positively euphoric. In my mind’s eye I pictured my mother and myself as we squirmed on the bed; legs twined, tongues and mouths playing sweet games. Her fingers were plucking at my nipples, tiny shocks of pleasure racing through me with each gentle pinch.

Mom’s hand slid from my breast and down over the belly to cup my sex. She ran a couple of fingers through my slippery labia, then eased one inside. I broke our kiss, a gasp exploding from my throat. She whispered, “Oh, Marcie, I adore you,” then plunged a second finger into me.

My legs parted further for her, hips thrusting against Mom as she went deeper, pressing into me until I could feel her knuckles against my labia. She fondled my breasts with her left hand and fucked me with the right.

I writhed and bucked on the bed, pumping my hips to the rhythm of mother’s wrist. In very short order I felt an orgasm rising beneath my belly, and that just got my pelvis churning faster. I longed, ached to come for Mom, and she knew it. Her thrusts quickened and her thumb rubbed against my clit, spiking my pleasure even higher.

I erupted with a loud guttural moan as my whole body stiffened and arched upward. Everything vanished in a surge of dark heat as I came long and hard.

Mom kept it going, kept working my pussy so that my ecstasy flared up again and again. It seemed as if I was screaming; somehow I couldn’t hear it.

Finally the sensations began to slowly ebb, and I felt myself shudder as a sweet aftershock flashed through me. Then I relaxed, sinking back into the sodden mattress, attempting to draw a full measure of air into my lungs. I was flushed, sweaty and tingling from head to toe.

Mom stretched out alongside me, her hand lightly caressing my breasts before sliding down to rest on my tummy.

I sighed, blissfully content. “That was fantastic, Mom. I’ve never come so hard in my life!”

She giggled. “Oh, I loved doing it, honey. I almost had my own orgasm, just from touching you.”

We kissed. I tasted my cunt on her lips and tongue as our mouths slid together. We nuzzled each other’s faces; took turns nibbling at each other’s necks. I bit her earlobe, and she squealed with delight.

My lips grazed Mom’s ear as I whispered, “I want to make you come.”

She shook her head. “No, Marcie, you don’t have to do that. This night is for you, honey.”

I climbed on top of her. “Well, Mom, if this night is really for me, then there’s only one thing I want — to fuck you.” I gave her a brief but steamy kiss, my tongue darting into her mouth. “Right here, right now.”

I was pulsing inside with near-unbearable excitement — tonight, I would truly make Mom my lover.

Gazing deep into the languid pools of green that were her eyes, I cooed, “You’re the best mom in the world. You’ve taken care of me, worked to raise me, made me happy… and now I’m going to make love to you.”

I began to kiss her face, brushing my lips against her eyes, cheeks, nose, and chin; then the soft skin of her neck, the hollow of her throat. I made my way down to her breasts, adorning them with kisses. Mom’s nipples were taut with excitement, and I teased the nearest with the tip of the tongue, then took it into my mouth to suckle.

My mother’s moan was sweet music to my ears. She cradled my head to her as I placed a hand on her other breast, my palm gliding over the nipple, feeling it stiffen to the touch.

I spent the next few minutes or so just making love to Mom’s beautiful breasts. But I soon grew eager for more.

Down her body I went, my tongue tracing a path between her breasts to her tummy. I pressed my face into the softness, breathing in the familiar, comforting scent of my mother’s skin. I licked teasingly at her belly button, making her laugh.

Mom’s breathing had grown shaky, and I could feel a restlessness in her body. Her hands, tangled in my hair, were trembling, and I knew that she was waiting for me to lick her.

I wriggled further down, between her squirming legs. Mom raised her knees and spread her thighs to make room for me. I paused to admire the beautiful cunt, now shining with moisture, from which I had been born. The aroma of her sex enchanted me, led me into her like a beckoning finger. My face drew closer and closer until my lips parted to touch her wet center with a kiss.

I heard her moan, “OHHHhhhhhh.” God, she was so wet… the taste of her was sharp and strong on the tip of my tongue as I ran it through her slit from top to bottom and back again. I began to lick her aggressively; up and down, from anus to clitoris, feeling her body beginning to move in time with mine.

Thirsting for more of her sweet essence, I raised Mom’s legs, bringing both knees to her chest, This opened her cunt even wider to me. Her buttocks were parted, too, and the sight of the dark cleft nestling between them sent a quiver of excitement spiraling through my belly. I knew right then that I had to pleasure Mom there, too.

I trailed my tongue down to her rosebud once again… only this time, I allowed myself to linger, tentatively exploring the delights of my mother’s asshole. I draped both her legs over my shoulders, my hands on her bottom, tongue probing between her cheeks.

“Oh, baby,” Mom gasped, “lick my ass… yes…”

I did just that for awhile, turned on beyond belief by the sheer lewdness of what I was doing. I still hungered for her pussy, though, so I eventually trailed my tongue up through her slit again. She moaned happily, and I went to work — parting her labia with my thumbs to expose the pink flesh inside, then bending down to taste it.

I began gently, then began to lick harder, deeper. My tongue was everywhere as I feasted upon Mom’s cunt, the object of my forbidden desire. I pressed kisses into her wet heat, and Mom writhed and thrust against me in a mad, passionate frenzy, a rising moan of ecstasy issuing from her throat.

My fingers found her clitoris and teased it, making her cry out in surprise and delight. I allowed two fingers to replace my tongue in Mom’s pussy, my lips enveloping her slightly protruding clit to suck it gently, flicking the pink nubbin with the tip of the tongue.

My mother’s gyrations gave way to uncontrollable shudders and jerking hip movements as her orgasm erupted, engulfing her whole body in heated shockwaves. I could hear her gasp for breath and sob as she thrust her pelvis against my face and my fingers, which were busily plunging into and out of her dripping pussy.

Suddenly she froze, trembling from head to toe as the biggest wave of all came slamming down. Her legs straightened as her back arched upward, a handful of bedsheet clutched in each fist. A hoarse, strangled cry burst from her, and then she slowly relaxed, exhaling as her body sank back onto the bed.

I withdrew my wet fingers from inside Mom’s vagina, said goodbye to her clit with a kiss, then untangled myself from her legs and moved up to lie beside her. Mom’s breathing was ragged and shallow, her face flushed, eyes closed. I wondered if she had passed out.

I nudged her shoulder. “Mom… Mom, are you okay? Are you awake?”

Her eyes fluttered open and she gave me a sleepy smile. “Yes, Marcie, I’m fine… think I am, anyhow.” She laughed. “I don’t know, though. You nearly fucked me unconscious!”

She reached for me, and I happily crawled into her arms. We hugged tightly, our hearts still racing. As her breathing slowed and she regained some composure, Mom took my face in her hands, giving me a loving kiss.

“I couldn’t help myself, Marcie,” she whispered, “I — I didn’t intend for that to happen when I came in here. I only wanted to apologize to you for–”

I shushed her, with a finger to her lips. “It’s okay, Mom. You wanted this, and I wanted it too. If it didn’t happen tonight, it would have been tomorrow, or next week, even next month. You needed to be loved, and I needed to love you.”

“Oh, honey… we are so much alike, you and I. It’s almost scary to me sometimes. We started something that shouldn’t have happened, but I suppose you’re right — sooner or later, you and I were going to take this all the way.”

“That’s what I hoped for, Mom. I think I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since that first real kiss you gave me.” I placed a hand on her damp belly.

“Mmmm, and so you have, my sweet, darling daughter,” Mom cooed. “You know what? I don’t care if what we did is wrong, not anymore.” She kissed me tenderly. “Oh, Marcie, Marcie… I love you so much.”

I returned her affection, my tongue darting in her mouth for the length of a heartbeat. “I love you too, Mom, more than anything.” We cuddled together. “Stay with me tonight, okay? I want to fall asleep holding you.”

She kissed me once more, then turned her back to me as I put my arm over her body and pulled the sheet up to cover us both. In a couple of minutes I heard her breathing become steady, so I knew she was asleep. I drifted off soon after.

*****

I woke up with a hand on my thigh, lightly touching my pussy. I lifted my head to see Mom smiling at me, then I drifted into her arms for a good morning kiss. As our lips met, Mom eased a finger into my cunt. I gasped, my head suddenly spinning, falling back onto the pillow.

Mom reached for another pillow and slid it under my butt. She slipped her fingers from me and brought them to her lips to suck. “Mmmm…” she purred, “breakfast in bed — I like it.”

And before I knew it she was between my legs, fondling my wet pussy and kissing my inner thighs. Then she licked her way to my cunt, where her tongue toyed with me, the tip of it sliding up and down through my opening. I was thrusting against my mother, trying to get myself off on her face.

I felt her fingers gently opening me to find the clitoris, which she took between her lips to suck. I gasped as a tendril of pleasure spiraled through me.

Mom raised her head and I heard her say, “Have you ever explored your G-spot, Marcie?”

“I’m n-not sure.” I gasped between breaths.

“Hmmm, let’s see.” I felt her shift slightly, and as her mouth pressed back onto my clit, I felt fingers slip inside me and move around a bit.

All of a sudden, something like a bolt of lightning ripped through me. I jerked convulsively, nearly screaming from the intensity of it as I came. She kept it up, working her fingers around inside me, nursing at my clitoris, my pleasure- battered body responding with tremor after tremor of orgasmic bliss.

Finally she decided that I’d had enough, I guess. She drew her fingers from inside me, then nuzzled her way up my body, and we kissed. I licked all around Mom’s mouth, loving the flavor of my cunt on her lips.

She raised her head and gazed at me, her face glowing with love. I managed a sleepy grin.

“Want to go back to sleep for a while?” she murmured.

I nodded. She scooted up to me, took me in her arms and pulled the covers over us. I must have dozed off in seconds, because I don’t remember anything else until I woke up a couple of hours later.

When my eyes slowly opened, Mom was gone. But she’d gone out to her garden and cut a single pink rose, which lay on the pillow next to my head.

*****

It was one week later. Mom was off on a first date with a woman she had met through a friend. She’d been pretty excited, and spent a lot of time getting ready.

I was happy for her, and hoped she had a great evening… but I was kind of jealous, too. I did my best not to let it show, but I think she might have sensed it a little. Mom had already explained to me that what she and I had shared had been a beautiful experience, and she promised me that we would make love again, but she felt that we both needed to involve ourselves with others as well.

Problem was, all I could think of was her. What we had together had been so perfect, so beautiful, that I craved her like a drug. I had fallen in love with my own mother. The sight of her sweet face, the sound of her voice, the scent of her skin… the memories of sharing my bed with her, the kisses, the taste of her sex…

“I love you, Mom,” I whispered to my ceiling. “God, how I love you.”

I had three fingers in my pussy and was on the verge of coming while I pictured Mom naked, kneeling above my face, calling my name as I licked her slit. Then I moaned as a convulsive orgasm swamped me; slowly at first, then faster, until it hit full force and I cried out loud.

Finally I lay panting, trembling deliciously from head to toe. I rested until my breath returned, then heaved myself out of bed and ambled into the bathroom for a quick shower.

As I headed back to my room, I thought I heard the front door open. Hmmm… that was strange. What was Mom doing home so soon?

Still nude, I padded to the stairway, peered down into the dimly lit living room and said, “Mom? Is that you?”

Sure enough, Mom appeared at the foot of the stairs. She glumly replied, “Yeah, honey, it’s me. Your sad sack of a mother.”

“What do you mean? What happened?”

Dropping her purse on a side table, she shrugged, “Oh, I pretty much got dumped. We went to dinner and all that, but she wasn’t into me, it was obvious. I suppose she wanted someone younger… prettier.”

I was down the stairs in a flash, running into my mother’s arms. I hugged her tightly, trying my best to console her. She was still wearing her coat, and I was completely naked.

She sighed, then continued. “I wasn’t sure about her myself, but at least I wanted to get to know her better. She just said that this wasn’t right for her, that I shouldn’t take it personally, then took off before we got the check.” She laughed wearily. “She left enough money to cover the meal, at least. Anyway, here I am.” Her voice broke at the end, and she began to cry.

I was livid with anger at that horrible woman — that cunt. How dare she make my beautiful mother feel small and unloved?

Nuzzling her face, I kissed the tears away, then gazed deep into her sorrow-filled eyes. “She’s not worth it, Mom. Anyone who’s that mean, you don’t need her for a girlfriend.”

“I — I know that, honey,” she sniffled. “It just hurts to be rejected — no matter who does it. I need to… to feel wanted, that’s all.”

“Listen to me, Mom,” I whispered. “I need you, I want you, and I’d never, ever reject you.”

She was in heels, so I had to stand on tiptoe when I kissed her.

Mom resisted me at first, a little, but then she began to respond, accepting my tongue. Pushing the coat she wore from her shoulders, I unzipped the back of her dress and shipped my hands inside to caress her bare skin. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

Suddenly she pulled back from me, shaking her head. “God, this is crazy. I get ditched by another woman, and now I’m making out with my own daughter.”

Undeterred, I reached for her again. “Mom, I’ve been up there in bed fingering my pussy, wishing you were there with me.” I placed a hand on my mother’s breast, smiling as I felt the nipple harden through the front of her dress. “Now you’re home, and we’re together — let’s enjoy it.”

This time, Mom offered no resistance at all. We kissed hotly, clutching one another as her hands wandered over my nude body. She touched my wet pussy, then sucked at her fingers.

I turned Mom around and nudged her toward the stairs. As we climbed them, she pulled the top of her dress down to her hips, then kicked her shoes aside when we reached the top. She slithered out of the dress just outside her bedroom door, letting it drop to the floor.

Her room was dark, but the light from outside was enough that I could see the contours of her beautiful body as she raised each leg in turn to slip out of the thong panties she was wearing.

Reaching for my hand, Mom drew me to her, those soft arms engulfing me as we kissed, our bare bodies pressed tightly together. Turning away, she led me around the bed and gently laid me down with my legs dangling over the side. She knelt before me, parting my thighs. I trembled with anticipation as my pussy was revealed to her gaze, a thick stripe of yellow light from the hallway spilling across me to illuminate the scene.

When her tongue began to tease my cunt, flicking playfully around the opening — well, I felt myself tremble all over. It had been two days since she and I had last made love, and the intensity of our passion had only grown in strength since then. The tip of her tongue sought entrance to my body; I welcomed it.

My mother’s hands slipped beneath my bottom to cradle them as she fucked me with her mouth — there was no other way to describe what she was doing. She was a woman gone wild, drunk on the sweet incest we shared. I adored her.

Panting for breath, I tangled my fingers in Mom’s hair as her tongue delved deeper inside me, far as it could go. As I raised my hips to meet her face, I felt her fingers slide between my buttocks, seeking the puckered opening of my anus. She began to move her fingertip around in a little circle, pressing in — and before I knew it she had it all the way in my rectum, right up to the third knuckle. It was at that instant that Mom wrapped her lips around my clit and sucked it.

I wanted to scream, but my wide-open mouth couldn’t produce a sound as the queen of all orgasms crashed down on me. My legs shook helplessly as she lashed my clitoris with her tongue, that busy finger sawing in and out of my asshole. Without meaning to, I squeezed her head with my thighs until I heard her make a muffled sound of protest.

Somehow in the throes of concentrated ecstasy, I loosened my grip on Mom. She raised her face from my cunt, but kept fucking my anus with her finger for a few more strokes before she gently extracted her finger, then sat back on her heels.

I was floating, enveloped in a warm luscious glow that felt like I’d swallowed a chunk of the sun. The look on Mom’s face as she gazed down at me was one of complete satisfaction. She was really happy at having brought me off like that, I could tell. Truth be told, I was in a pretty good mood myself.

As soon as I could draw a decent breath I pushed myself back onto the bed, then and tugged at Mom’s arm, gathering her to me. We were on our sides facing each other and I kissed her, tasting the sharp tang of my cunt on Mom’s lips and chin.

The lust for my mother churned fiercely inside me as I bent to her breasts and sucked her nipples, each in turn, then continued downward, exploring the landscape of her naked body. I licked a path down to Mom’s belly button, which I probed with the tip of my tongue, making her gasp.

I could smell her heat. My fingers found wetness. She was soaked, her cunt flowing like a river. I pushed two fingers into the slippery channel and her legs parted wide for me. I slid down to lick at Mom’s clitoris as I began to fuck her, pausing after the first few thrusts to add a third finger to the action.

“Hold on, baby,” Mom panted. Raising her upper half, she scooted back toward the headboard of the bed, propping herself against it. She took hold of my wrist and began to guide me even deeper into her vagina. I added a fourth finger, forming my hand into a sort of spearhead, ready to penetrate my mother once more.

Now trembling with excitement, Mom turned my hand face up, then tucked my thumb into my palm. “Just like that,” she whispered as she carefully placed my clenched hand at the opening of her cunt. “Put your whole hand inside me, honey… please.”

My head spun as I realized that she wanted me to fist her. Of course, I had never done such a thing before, but I knew what it was from watching lesbian porno clips on the internet. Honestly, the idea of putting my hand in Mom’s cunt was kind of scary, but she needed to be fucked that way, and that was enough for me.

I began to push and rotate my hand, and Mom pushed toward me. I felt it going into her, little by little, so I kept up a steady pressure while I continued to lick her clit. Soon I had penetrated Mom right up to the wide part of my hand at the knuckles, and I knew that would be the hardest part to get inside.

She squirmed, but made no protest of pain or discomfort as I continued pressing into her. Then she gave a quick thrust toward me just as I twisted my hand, and I felt it slip in. A jolt raced through Mom’s body and she groaned loudly as it entered, her vagina contracting to clutch my wrist.

Mom froze in place for a long, blissful moment when my hand made it all the way in — eyes glazed, mouth open, head thrown back. Then she began to pump her hips against my fist, fucking back against it. I quickly picked up Mom’s rhythm, and soon I was plunging in and out, in and out, in and out.

Her head rocked wildly back and forth as I used my hand like a big dildo in the torrid heat of her vagina. The whole world seemed to be reduced to the bare essentials of fist and cunt. Mom moaned and panted, her breath frantic as she worked her pelvis back and forth against my intruding hand.

“Yes, yes, Marcie. Oh, yes. Oh, baby. Fuck me, honey. Fuck your mommy. Mmmm, yes. So good. Oh GOD, so  good.” she gasped out in short exhalations of speech in time with my slippery thrusts, her voice rising in volume as her pleasure mounted.

Suddenly she erupted in a violent orgasm that sent her body into such helpless, frantic contortions that I was afraid she would hurt herself on my hand. I started to pull it out, but Mom only seized my wrist, holding me inside her body as she churned her hips crazily, working herself through at least one more climax.

Finally her convulsive actions subsided and she went limp, sinking back into the embrace of my bed. Even in the dimly lit room, I could see that her body was glazed with sweat. With a wet squishing sound, I pulled my hand from Mom’s vagina. I was stunned, shivering deliciously at the thought of what we had just done. I’d never imagined myself fisting a woman before — certainly not my own mother.

She slowly rolled onto her side, facing away from me. My gaze shifted to the gorgeous pink peach of Mom’s ass, and a new impulse seized me. I’d really enjoyed licking her nether hole the last time we had made love, and wanted to pleasure her that way again.

Placing my hands on her warm buttocks, I spread her cheeks apart, then leaned in to run my tongue up her crack.

Turning onto her belly, spreading her thighs to give me full access, Mom moaned. “Oh, my sweet angel, that feels so nice.”

She didn’t have to encourage me. I pressed my tongue into her anus, licking her lustily. Her ass tasted of sweat mixed with the wetness from her cunt. I loved the complete lewdness of it, imagining what my friends would think if they saw me rimming my own mother’s asshole. My fingers stole between her thighs, seeking the pearl of her clitoris.

Mom surprised me by coming once more the moment I touched her clit — not as intense as the orgasm I’d given her with my fist, but a sweet postscript to the forbidden pleasures we had just shared.

She finally stopped me with a hand on mine. “No more, baby,” she exhaled. I raised my face from her ass, then Mom slowly rolled onto her back and gazed up at me, a look of perfect contentment in her eyes. “My little lover,” she said softly. “My own little lover.”

I licked my fingers, still wet from Mom’s cunt, then offered my hand to her. She tasted herself, then pulled me on top of her to kiss my mouth with a passion that left me dazed.

Then we lay side by side, snuggling close, not saying a word. None were necessary. I was listening to her breathing as it slowed, my heart aglow with happiness. That night, I had truly made Mom mine. She would never have to worry about dating ever again, not if I had anything to say about it.

As for Jenny — well, I loved her as one of my best friends, and the sex we had shared had been wonderful. But I belonged to my mother now, and intended to be true to her. She had brought me into the world, raised me into adulthood, made love to me. I was intoxicated by the adoration I felt for her.

I sought out my mother’s mouth to kiss her once more. Then I relaxed by her side, and we both fell into a blissful slumber.

The End