Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Donna and Thom

—- Clare —-

Donna and I had just managed to get off with a hand snaked into each other’s panties when we heard the car in the driveway. Thom and the girls were just getting in. I grabbed my sweat pants and threw them on and ran out the door. Typically I had time to get upstairs from my short rendezvous with Donna before they got to the house. If I had hesitated to French kiss her or cop one last feel of her gorgeous bum, then I would run part way up the stairs and then turn quickly around and act like I was coming down to greet them.

We were nearing the end of the week and the girls would be going back for another lesson with Donna. I got the impression from her that she would be teaching them oral techniques and expecting them to be able to bring their partner to orgasm before she would be letting them out of class. That in combination with my working on seducing them would result in the perfect storm that might culminate in my making love with my daughters, a fantasy that I had held for quite a long time but couldn’t figure out how to fulfill until Donna came along. Her teaching sex education at a private girls school gave me the perfect excuse for sending my girls for private lessons.

In addition to the great sex that I was thinking about having with my girls and that I WAS having with Donna, in the back of my mind, I was thinking that I needed to try to massage this whole experience into persuading my daughters to be lesbians from this point on and not to even begin to get involved with boys. I was thinking of making a similar declaration for myself, and maybe I would be able to commit myself to Donna if she would have me, though I wasn’t quite sure how I was going to deal with the girls’ father, Thom.

I had one more opportunity to be alone with the girls and make myself alluring before they were going for their next lesson with Donna. Donna always saw them after supper when Thom left for his card game. Since he was out of town this particular night, I would be alone with them from when they got out of school until they went downstairs.

Luckily, it was a hot, spring night which meant I could start out with very few clothes on to begin with. I selected a T-shirt cut off just below my boobs and no bra so that as I moved around or bent over, some parts of my tits would be exposed. For my bottom, I wore a pair of short-short cut-off blue-jean shorts and no panties underneath. I was counting on my shaved pussy being exposed around the legs of the shorts when I spread my legs apart.

When the girls came home from school, I told them to get into comfortable clothes, maybe their T-shirts and panties since they would be going to see Donna after we had a light supper. Being the obliging kids that they are, that is exactly what they did and came out with cut-off T-shirts themselves and their little cotton panties. So that their attention began to focus on me, I started off a conversation talking about their bodies and how lovely I thought they were becoming.

“Wow, Melinda,” I said, “your legs are becoming so long and shapely.”

“What about my legs?” Leslie asked even before Melinda had a chance to respond.

“Well, your legs are pretty nice Hon, but Melinda is maturing at her age. You will have a couple more years before that stuff begins to happen with you. See how her legs and mine are quite similar in size and shape?” I purposely spread my legs apart to show them off and give them a clear view of my pussy as it peeked out the edge of my shorts at them. I caught them both staring at it and not at my legs at all.

“Gees Mom, your cunny is showing,” said Leslie, Melinda still not saying a word.

“Oh, sorry. It’s just that it’s so hot I didn’t feel like wearing any panties. In fact, I’m thinking about stripping down naked since your father won’t be home tonight. Would you be upset about that if I ran around naked?”

“Oh, gees Mom, I don’t know. Would anyone be able to see you?” finally Melinda spoke up more worried about her own embarrassment than mine or her sister’s.

“Probably not; we’re on the second floor and you already know that Donna and I are close.” I stood up and stripped off my T-shirt and then my jeans shorts and sat back down naked.

“Ah, can I ask you about that?” Leslie said. “I mean are you and Donna going to be lesbians? And will you still be with Dad?”

I wasn’t exactly prepared for this conversation and I should have suspected that Leslie, my youngest, would figure it out before Melinda or at least say something about it before Melinda did.

“Well, you know that your dad and I are not exactly the closest couple in the world and that he and I both have lives of our own. You need to know that we have both agreed to let each other pursue any relationship that we might encounter to see where it might go. You can ask him about that agreement and I think he will concur.”

“I sort of did that, Mom,” Leslie said, “and he said the same thing. I didn’t tell him about Donna though, either about us or about you doing stuff with her.”

“I think I should thank you for that, dear. It’s too early in all of our relationships with Donna to be able to say with certainty what might happen next. But, I have been thinking that I sort of wished that I had committed myself to being a lesbian at your age and not had relationships with boys, even your father.”

“What about us? You would not have had babies if you only loved women,” Melinda finally found her voice.

“Not exactly. Lot’s of lesbian couples have babies, either through adoption or artificial insemination.”

“Artificial, what?” Melinda wanted to know, being a bit snotty that I had an answer to both her obvious and subtle question.

“Insemination. Sperm from a male donor that was given earlier and sometimes frozen. You can pretty much pick the sex and a lot of the characteristics. Anyway, in case you were wondering, you were all naturally conceived.”

“Do you think it’s better to be a lesbian, Mom and not have a boyfriend?” Leslie asked, still taking the lead.

“I’m close to saying I think so. Not all of me has made up my mind, but most of me has, and when we do, if we do, then our family will have many decisions to make. For the time being though, I think we should strip down to whatever we think will make us feel better in this heat and be comfortable.”

Both of my girls stripped off their T’s and panties and the three of us were naked, together in the family room. It was really a good feeling to see them naked and uninhibited and to be naked with them. We continued talking for a few more minutes and then I admonished them to get downstairs so as not to keep Donna waiting.

“Okay, run along. Donna will be waiting for you.”

“Like this Mom, shouldn’t we dress?” Melinda asked.

“No, I don’t think so. I think she’ll be happy to see you, just the way you are. Now scoot.”

—- Donna —-

When Clare left in such a hurry I felt empty and disappointed, realizing that she and I were truly bonding in a very special relationship. I could easily imagine our becoming partners in a permanent sense, raising her daughters as both mother and father to them, assuming, of course, that Thom could be persuaded to remove himself from the scene.

But that conjecture was premature, I realized, and though my pussy was still tingling from the sensations left there by Clare’s talented fingers, I decided to fix myself a drink, have a little supper, and wait for my little pupils to arrive for their next lesson in lesbian lasciviousness.

As I sipped my gin and tonic (easy on the tonic), I recalled my first session with the girls—their eagerness to explore each other’s young bodies, their delicious taste as I licked their little cunnies. The way they seemed to wholeheartedly warm to the lesbian way of loving. I couldn’t wait to teach them how to lick my pussy and eventually to taste their own mother’s delicious cunt cream.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of two sets of feet pounding down the stairs, and before I could rise from my position on the couch, where I had been fingering my pussy while sipping at my drink, the girls burst in and I saw them in all their naked glory. What a beautiful sight they were as they rushed up and crawled onto the couch on either side of me and hugged me with their sweet, naked bodies.

“Well, what have we here?” I gasped, as they each placed a warm and wet kiss on my cheeks and let their hands wander over my thinly covered torso, feeling my breasts as the nipples hardened under their little probing fingers.

“Mommy says we are to do whatever you tell us to do,” cried Leslie, running her hand down into my shorts and toying with my pubic hair.

Melinda didn’t say anything but, lowering her head and reaching to pull my t-shirt up, bent to suck on my right nipple. Her hot little mouth just took the nipple in and made it stand up hard and wanting. I took the shirt the rest of the way off and motioned Leslie to glom onto my other breast, which she eagerly did.

It was heavenly to feel these two sweet, young girls sucking at my breasts, almost making me wish I had become a mother. But wait! I was having all the pleasure of being a mother without any of the pain or discomfort of child birth or the mess of taking care of infants. This was the best of both worlds!

As the girls noshed on my nipples, I caressed their lithe bodies, running my hands up and down their backs, cupping the little ass cheeks and letting my fingers explore the soft crevasses of their anuses and pussies.

When I could stand it no longer I pushed the girls away from me and sat up, suggesting we retire to the bedroom. The girls wanted a taste of my gin and tonic, so I let them each have a sip. Neither of them liked the taste, but I thought it might make them a little more open to what I had in mind for them in the bedroom.

We all plopped down on the bed together, and I asked them if they would like to get better acquainted with my pussy. They were eager to explore, so I lay on my back, stretched my legs apart and nudged their heads down to between my outspread thighs.

My pussy was wet and runny, and when I felt little fingers probing and playing with my nether lips, I began a slow, long orgasm that lasted the whole time the girls were at my glory hole. Leslie lost no time in being the aggressor, diving down to bury her face in my cunt and run her tongue up from the crack into my sopping pubic hair. Melinda followed suit, and soon I felt two sets of lips and two tongues swishing around and glorying in the honey at the opening of my womanhood. The girls took to cunt lapping like they were born for it, and soon I had to push them away so I could get my breath.

After resting a bit while the girls played with each other’s pussies, I told Melinda to kneel over my face while Leslie went back to sucking my pussy. I took Melinda’s lovely sweet spot into my mouth as I held her ass cheeks in my hands and she pressed her cunny into me as she wriggled and writhed in a sweet orgasm. Leslie got me going again quickly, and we continued until all three were lying in a heap, sweaty and satisfied.

While we lay there, one girl on each side of me, them idly playing with my pussy and breasts, me caressing them softly, Leslie piped up and said, “Donna, do you suppose our mom would enjoy doing this kind of thing with us?”

I was taken aback by this question, but pleased that it had come from one of them rather than from me. “Why, I bet she would enjoy it,” I responded. “Shall we get her down here and see what she thinks?”

Leslie hopped right off the bed and ran to the door saying, “I’ll go up and get her to come down here now.”

In a few minutes I heard footsteps on the stairway again, and in walked Clare, being led by the hand by her darling daughter, Leslie. “Mom! You came!” gushed Melinda, perhaps a bit surprised to see her mother, also nude, approaching the bed and climbing on, giving me a warm kiss on the lips as she did.

Then I orchestrated a lovely scene in which Clare was able to explore her daughters’ youthful bodies and then allow them to learn the taste of their mother’s pussy. Meanwhile, Clare and I exchanged warm kisses and licks, and when all of us were exhausted, we lay together in the bed, a warm and happy family, and plotted how we were going to make a lovely lesbian life together.