Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Rainbow Brite

A week later, Annie is at school and I’m cleaning the house. I pause to look down at my left ankle with its new tattoo, and get a warm feeling all over. It’s a little girl angel with tiny wings, seated and wearing a short skirt and high-top stockings with a seductive look on her face. Annie wanted to symbolize how much she loved me by getting a tattoo on her right ankle and letting me choose the design, and this is what I chose for her. But I wanted to do the same to show my love for her, so I had one done on my left ankle. Now, when we are face-to-face in each other’s arms, our angels will be together as well. Now I feel far less jealous about Annie having Chloe as a girlfriend.

As my daughter requested, I’ve gone out of my way to be more passionate when Chloe fucks me. As a result, Chloe has not been as cruel to me lately, although she is still pushes me to the limit. Sometimes she likes to stick things in my ass like big cucumbers and then take pictures. I think somehow she resents me being pregnant, but I can’t figure out why.

She is still rough with me, once almost smothering me with her pussy as she straddled my face, another time caning me instead of spanking me with her hand or a hairbrush. That really, really hurt, but I somehow managed not to scream out loud. My angel Annie would never do anything to really hurt or mark me, and she was furious when she saw the welt marks from the caning on my ass. She read Chloe the riot act for that, with Chloe finally apologizing — to Annie and me both.

As punishment for damaging Annie’s property, she agreed to take a caning herself, which I got to witness. Though I was not allowed to speak during Chloe’s ordeal, I secretly enjoyed seeing her get a taste of her own medicine, watching her shriek and howl the whole time Annie whipped her, knowing that she was unable to take something that I could endure without complaint.

After administering her punishment to Chloe, Annie then took us both to bed, making me lie on my back with legs spread while she straddled my face and let me lick her pussy. She made Chloe go between my legs for the first time and pleasure me — and while I could not see her because of my now-huge baby belly, I certainly understood why Annie liked to fuck her. Chloe’s tongue was very skilled, and I had several intense orgasms from her licking.

To remind me of my place, I was ordered to stand in the corner and watch as Annie then ravished Chloe. I got a secret thrill knowing that Annie was kissing lips that were sticky with my pussy juices. Unable to help myself, I quietly slipped a hand my legs to rub my clit as I watched, but Annie spotted me and made me stop just as I was about to come. I groaned, but was allowed no relief as they ground their pussies together savagely until they climaxed.

After Chloe left I made dinner, then Annie and I went to bed early. My angel didn’t want me to pleasure her, she just wanted us to lie together and hold one another. I was thrilled, because it was one of those motherly things I didn’t get to do much these days, just hold my sweet baby close and snuggle with her, and give her an occasional kiss. Although she is my mistress, she’s still my little girl, and moments like these when she uses me for comfort just make me love her all the more.

As we lay there she told me how unhappy she was about how Chloe had hurt me, and asked me to try to be more affectionate to her friend, to see if that would make things better between the two of us. I promised her with all my heart I would.

All my life I’ve been very organized and an excellent planner, and so the next day I make a plan and set it in motion. Annie forgot her cell phone on the counter when she left for school. It’s one of those that can take pictures, and that’s when the idea hits me.

I go into my room and pull out the reddest, sexiest lipstick I have, and paint my lips bright red. Then I take my sweatshirt off and, with the lipstick, draw a heart across the top of each of my breasts. Over the heart on my right breast I write I LUV, and over the heart on the right one I write U CHLOE. Then, using the phone, I take a picture of my decorated chest, my red lips puckered for a kiss, and send the pictures to Chloe’s cell phone at school. It was lunch time around then, so it knew it wouldn’t take long for her to get the message.

Fifteen minutes later, my cell phone rings. It was the school nurse, letting me know that Chloe has a tummy ache. Her mother can’t come to pick her up, so the nurse wants to know if I could come to fetch Chloe instead.

I sigh heavily, like it was an imposition, then reluctantly agree. I pull on my boring pregnancy stretch pants and slip on one of my ex-husband’s white dress shirts — which sets off the red lipstick very dramatically — hop in the minivan, and off I go.

I pick Chloe up at the nurse’s office, and soon we are driving back to the house. She says nothing, just stares at me. I surreptitiously unbutton the first few buttons of the dress shirt so she can see part of the messages on my breasts. Taking a risk, I dare to glance at her, but she doesn’t notice — her eyes are riveted to my chest. I giggle inwardly, for I know right then that I have Chloe right where I want her. I’d worried that she might not appreciate a sub manipulating her this way, even if Annie would have approved.

Once we get in the house with the door closed, Chloe is ripping the shirt off me, buttons flying in every direction. She presses me against the wall, then proceeds to attack my breasts with her mouth. I can’t help myself – my pregnant nipples are hyper-sensitive, and I moan in delight.

“Don’t move,” she warns me. She rips my sandals off, then my pants are down and away. She smothers my belly with her kisses as she works her way down to my wet pussy, and I spread my legs slightly to give her better access. I shudder as her tongue bathes my clit and labia. I feel the baby move – Chloe’s really stirring things up.

Suddenly, she stands up and pulls me with her into the master bedroom. She orders me to undress her, and I obediently I do, then she walks over to a dresser pulls out a pair of handcuffs. As I stand there naked next to the bed, she turns me around so I’m facing the bed and handcuffs my hands behind my back. She then gets onto the bed, standing in front of me so my lips are about even with her nipples.

Grabbing my head in her hands, she pulls my face up to hers and roughly presses her lips against mine, her tongue trying to gain entrance to my mouth. This is a first – Chloe regularly fucks me, but never kisses me. Like a good sub, I don’t immediately open wide, but gradually surrender my mouth as her tongue forces its way in. With her hands squeezing and caressing my defenseless nipples, she kisses me that way for several minutes and I find I am getting quite turned on by it. Very turned on, in fact. I’m feeling passion I’ve never felt before, and this time it’s not by pretending Chloe is my Annie.

“Tell me you want to suck my nipples,” she orders, “But only say it if you mean it. If you’re faking, I’ll know, and I’ll really spank you.” She takes my head in her hands and cradles it so my lips are inches from her left nipple. I know I’m really wet – I can smell my own cunt now.

“Please Chloe,” I beg, “Let me suck your nipples.” I stretch my tongue out and make brief contact, just getting the tip wet but she pulls my head away.

“Call me Mistress,” she commands. I’ve never called her that, because Annie is my mistress. But this seems a day for firsts.

“Please, Mistress,” I beg again, “Let me suck your nipples.”

“Very well, slave, you may,” she replies, and draws my mouth down on her small breast. I suckle, I tease the tip with my tongue, I use my teeth to lightly bite it. She moans, then guides my head over to the other one, and I repeat my performance there.

“You have a wonderful mouth, slave,” she says. She wraps her arms around me in an affectionate hug. It feels wonderful – I can’t believe this is the same Chloe who liked to spank and humiliate me.

“Please Mistress,” I now plead, “Put more lipstick on me, I want to paint your pussy red.” She kisses me deeply, then goes and finds the lipstick in my room and re-applies it for me. Sitting on the bed against the headboard, she props herself up on several pillows so I can more easily reach her and spreads her legs.

“Come to me, slave,” she orders, and I do. Lowering my head, I put red kisses all over her womanly wonders, and soon I’m rewarded with the sound of her passionate cries as she comes. Afterwards, she undoes my handcuffs and, amazingly, we lie together cuddling like Annie and I do sometimes.

I feel immensely satisfied, but then Chloe begins to cry sorrowfully. I don’t know what to say. She waves me away, then sits on the edge of the bed and weeps. It’s as if I am no longer here.

I kneel on the floor in front of the sobbing girl, then as her crying subsides I speak softly to her. “Mistress Chloe, may I ask you a question?”

“Yes, you m-may,” she finally sniffles.

I crawl forward and wrap my arms around her legs in supplication, kissing her feet for good measure before I speak.

“There’s something really bothering you, and I’d like to know what it is if you’ll allow me to.” I move into an upright kneeling position now, and risk looking straight at Chloe. Her expression is not that of a dominatrix; it’s the face of a sad little girl. My heart melts at the sight of this unhappy child. I am a mother, after all.

The girl chokes out in a hoarse voice, “It’s my s-stupid mom. When I come home, she nags me about homework, about cleaning my room, about doing my chores, about all kinds of dumb stuff. She never gives me a hug, never asks ‘how was your day’, or ‘how are you feeling’, just nags at me. When Annie comes home you’re, like, totally there for her, wanting to please her, you never criticize her or anything.” Her lower lip trembles, and I can see that she is struggling to keep from crying again.

Taking a chance at incurring Chloe’s wrath, I slowly rise and sit down on the bed next to her, putting my arms around her and cradling this sad little girl against my chest.

She continues, “And no matter what I do in school, it’s never good enough! I get an A on a test, my mom wants to know why I didn’t get an A plus! You’re not that way with Annie – you’re crazy in love with her, and you want to make her happy. You’ll do anything for her – even have a baby! I g-get so mad sometimes – why can’t my mom can’t be like you? Even a little bit?”

I think for a second at the tremendous praise, then respond, “So that’s why you’ve been so very harsh with me – you’re unhappy with your own mom. I’m sure she loves you, though. No mother could not love such a beautiful girl.”

She looks at me with big wet eyes, with a look that could almost be considered adoring. “You really think I’m beautiful? I mean, would you still fuck me if Annie didn’t make you?”

I swallow nervously, but I cannot lie to her. “Chloe, to tell you the complete truth… at first I didn’t want to, but did so only because Annie made me. You weren’t gentle, and I didn’t like the way you treated me. But now I understand why. Today, you were such a fantastic lover. It was amazing — so amazing that yes, I’d fuck you even if Annie didn’t make me.”

She reaches up and pulls my face to hers, kissing me. It starts off soft and gentle, but from the increasing force I can tell the sad little girl is going away, being replaced by the dominant girl again.

Being cautious, I address her formally now, “Mistress Chloe, will you allow me to make a suggestion?”

“Yes, you may,” she responds with a little edge back in her voice.

“I don’t know your mother very well, but maybe if I could spend some time with her, I could get her to change, be more like me. Will you allow me to try?”

Chloe is silent for a while, thinking about what I said. Then she smiles, and her eyes narrow. She wraps her hand in my long blonde hair and pulls my head back, and I give a little cry in surprise. For a minute, I think I’ve overstepped my boundaries, and am about to be punished.

“Are you really my slave? Will you do anything I say?” she whispers, keeping a firm grip on my hair. It’s uncomfortable, but not painful. One hand slips down and begins to rub my breasts, and I suddenly want — no, I desire her command.

“Yes, Mistress,” I reply, “Anything for you.”

“Then I order you to spend time with my mother, and make her more like you. I expect to see results in two weeks, or there will be consequences.” Her words are threatening, but her voice is gentle. I take a chance and look into her eyes, which so often have been cruel. Now they are filled with affection.

Chloe bends her face to mine and kisses me again, and before we’re through I’ve come twice more, then happily used my tongue to please her pretty pussy and rosebud until for once, she’s begging me to stop.

*****

That evening I dial Chloe’s home, and her mother Holly answers. I introduce myself, explain that since Chloe is Annie’s best friend, I thought it a good idea that she and I get to know each other better. She hesitates at first, then seems to make a decision and invites me over the next morning after the girls leave for the library to study – she’ll even make fresh cinnamon rolls for us. I tell her it sounds wonderful, and get the address from her.

The next morning, Saturday, I put on my tight black denim pregnancy jeans with my prettiest baby pink maternity scoop top that shows my cleavage. It’s got elastic under the breasts to accent my every curve without being slutty. I also have Annie’s permission to put on makeup and tie my hair back in a ponytail. Normally my daughter prefers me without makeup and with my hair down, but Chloe has filled her in on what she wants me to do, so Annie has given me the go-ahead to use every weapon in my arsenal to achieve the goal.

My angel Annie is so excited about my task that at the breakfast table she pulls me into her lap and we enjoy some old-fashioned necking. Before leaving she gets to ‘second base’ with me, and I am left with wet panties and weak in the knees from my lover’s attention.

I leave the house motivated, a woman on a mission. Chloe has given me two weeks – after what my Annie did to me this morning, I give myself two days.

At the door, I am greeted by Holly. She’s a small, lovely woman with pale skin like Chloe’s who appears to be in her late twenties, although Chloe has told me she’s 34. She has short-cropped hair black hair — also like Chloe’s, very cute — and eyes so blue I could swim in them. She’s wearing jean shorts and a t-shirt so I can see her body is shaped like a gymnast’s, in shape but without the hard muscle definition. She leads me into the kitchen, the wonderful smell of cinnamon rolls pervading the air. We sit at the table with coffee.

After making small talk about my baby and home decorating, and praising her delicious cinnamon rolls, I move the conversation to the topic of the day – Chloe.

I tell her how I think Chloe is such a lovely girl, and how much my Annie and I adore her. “She’s such a good student, you must be very proud of her,” I say.

Holly sips her coffee, and a sad smile emerges. It appears she has a lot on her mind, and I’m all ears. She sighs, then tells me her tale.

“She is a wonderful girl, and I am very proud, but I’m afraid these days I don’t tell her often enough. We were very close until she was ten, when her father moved out. He was an airline pilot, I’m a patent attorney at a big firm – between his flying and my long hours, we seldom saw each other – one Saturday morning he told me he had a second wife in the Philippines, and had decided to go live with her, and by Monday he was gone. Chloe changed overnight. She used to be a cheerful child, but her father’s leaving made her sullen and angry. She began to hate him. A week after he left, she built a fire in the fireplace and threw in everything in her room that had a connection to him — toys, jewelry, pictures, everything.

“Meanwhile, I had to be not only an attorney and mom but dad as well. In addition to my job, I had to cook, to clean, and since it was her father’s job to keep at her about her studies and chores, I did that too. I felt like if I let up, she’d start to fail, and I didn’t want that to happen.” She sighed deeply. “As she’s gotten older Chloe has become more and more difficult, and I’ve turned into a real bitch. I’m exhausted all the time, we fight constantly, and we’re not nearly as close as we were when she was little. I really miss that, too. Most days I find myself daydreaming about letting go, just relinquishing responsibility to her, letting her be the boss for once, see how she likes it.” She stopped and sipped her coffee. I could see her eyes tearing up. One hand lay on the table. I reached over and squeezed it gently, and she did not pull away.

“Jesus, look at me,” she laughs at herself and shakes her head, “Some hostess I am. I’m really sorry to burden you with this – I don’t have any siblings or friends to talk to, so it’s good to have a sympathetic ear for once.”

She is silent as I stand up and walk around behind her chair and begin to massage her shoulders. Again, she does not seem to mind the physical contact, and leans forward as I work the knots out of her shoulder blades. The sweet smell of her shampoo is enticing.

I lean forward and kiss the top of her head, then speak in a low tone, “Holly, we all need someone to lean on and listen to once in awhile. Chloe has been such a comfort and support to Annie since Jason and I split, and I’m just happy I can reciprocate.” I slip my hands beneath the t-shirt and run my fingers up and down her bare back, thrilled to see that she isn’t wearing a bra. Her legs spread slightly and she whimpers. This is a woman who clearly needs some loving physical contact.

I start to work on her trapezius muscles, which are very tight. As they begin to give, I murmur, “Holly, you said that you and Chloe used to be close and that you miss that. Forget for a second that you’re in charge and an attorney, and tell me how you really feel about your daughter.”

The massage must be working – her eyes are closed, and the look on her face is blissful. “God, I love her so much, and as she’s grown she’s become so beautiful.” She hesitates, then looks back at me. “Can I trust you with a huge secret about me, something no one should ever know? I shouldn’t tell you, but… I need to discuss this with somebody or I’ll go crazy. You won’t tell anyone, cross your heart?”

I whisper in her ear again, “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

Holly is hesitant, and I can tell that this openness is an enormous deal for her. “Sometimes… I watch Chloe walk around in her underwear, or even naked. I see that beautiful little bottom of hers and I get, er, excited, you know?” Her voice drops to a whisper. “Sexually excited. And – I can’t believe I’m telling you this — there are times when I’m doing laundry when I…oh, no, I just can’t say it.”

“It’s okay, Holly. I won’t judge you, I promise. You need to let this out,” I encourage her as I massage the latissimus dorsi.

Finally she blurts it out, whispering as if someone else besides me will hear her confession. “I take her dirty panties and I… I sniff them. I’ve always been bisexual, but I started thinking more and more about women after my husband left. Then one night, I had a dream about b-being in bed with Chloe and — and doing things with her. Intimate things. And now I can’t stop thinking about her that way! I fantasize about what it would be like to be her… her lover. Are you shocked? You think I’m disgusting, I bet.”

Shocked, no… disgusted, definitely not. On the other hand, I’m dripping wet between my legs, but I don’t tell her that.

“You may find this hard to believe, but I do understand what you’re feeling, Holly.” Then I lean close and, in a conspiratorial manner, whisper, “Show me, Holly. I want to see what you do with Chloe’s panties.” Oh, this is delicious. I stand up and take her by the hand, and she leads me into the laundry room.

There’s a big basket of unwashed laundry sitting on the counter. She draws in a breath and closes her eyes, standing still as if frozen. I think Holly was just beginning to realize what a dangerous confession she’d just made to me. I knew that I had to act boldly, to keep her from panicking.

I stand behind her, pressed up against her as closely as my baby bump allows, and wrap my arms around her, reaching into the laundry basket with one hand and taking a pair of Chloe’s cotton panties out. I hold them to her face. “Is this what you do?”

She inhales deeply. “Y-y-yesss,” she sighs, then takes another deep sniff. Holly’s hands remain hanging at her side. It’s like she’s my puppet – she doesn’t want to do this herself, she wants me to do it for her, as if she is helpless to resist. I sniff them as well, and the oh-so-familiar scent of Chloe’s juices invades my nostrils. What would Holly think if she knew my nose and tongue were no strangers to her young daughter’s pleasure garden?

I whisper to her, “You’re not a freak or a bad person, Holly, you’re a lonely woman living all alone with your beautiful, fuckable little girl – who wouldn’t be tempted?” Again with one hand I hold the panties to her face, and this time as she breathes in the scent I begin to kiss her neck. She moans in delight. “Take them,” I command. Her hand moves up and holds the panties in place while my now-free hand reaches under her t-shirt, and I gently caress her nipples. My other hand reaches down and makes its way through the leg hole in her shorts, and I feel the moist warmth of her cunt soaking her panties. She presses her crotch against my massaging fingers, moaning beneath the cotton.

In a low voice, I continue my seduction, “So, you love her, and want her to love you. But at the same time, and you’ve allowed yourself to become like her father with the badgering about her studies and chores. Seeing as she hates her father, don’t you see how that works against you? You need to let go, Holly. She’s a very responsible and very smart girl. You don’t have to control her. Let it go, Holly. Trust your daughter.”

“Yesss, trussst…” she moans as my message sinks in, while as she continues to grind her cunt against my massaging fingers. I slip them past the leg holes of her panties, and invade her vagina.

“As for your daydream about letting go, relinquishing responsibility and letting her be the boss, it’s not so far-fetched. I’m guessing it may even bring you closer, back more to the way it used to be. To reconnect, you can start off small at first. Little things, a warm hug and kiss when she comes home, asking how her day is, bringing her snacks or drinks or whatever. She may even hug and kiss you back, and then you can hold her close, maybe run your hands down her back, even dare to caress her sweet little bottom. I’ll bet she won’t stop you if you do.”

(This is no lie. One thing I’ve found out about Chloe is that her butt cheeks are her real weakness; if I gently squeeze them while rimming her pink rosebud, she comes very, very quickly.)

“Once you’ve connected physically, you can propose a game with her where she’s the boss for a Saturday, maybe for a whole weekend, and you have to do everything she says – no exceptions. It will be so exciting for you to be totally in her control.” Her breathing is getting erratic – her orgasm is building.

I increase the pace of my fingers as her breathing becomes even shakier. “I’ll tell you a little secret, Holly. Sometimes I play this game with Annie. I can’t tell you how wonderful it is to have someone else in charge, to just let go and be free of responsibilities for a while. She orders me to make love to her, the same kind of things that you want to do to Chloe.”

“Oh, my God,” Holly cries, “do you really do that? Do you lick your little girl, g-go down on her?”

“I do,” I croon, my lips touching her ear. My hand is dripping with the warm nectar from Holly’s cunt. “She’s the most amazing lover, too. Oh, Holly… letting Annie take command over me was the best decision I’ve ever made.”

Her cries of pleasure are growing more intense as I masturbate her. She’s getting closer, almost there…

“You know, sometimes when we play the game I’m naughty on purpose, and Annie has to spank me. It hurts when she does it — but Holly, it feels so good, too; especially afterwards when my angel kisses where it hurts and make it better. Think how it would feel to have Chloe’s lips on your tingly bottom… or nuzzling between your legs, licking your pussy. That’s what Annie does to me sometimes, Holly. She makes love to me, when I’ve been a good girl,” I breathe, “and it’s the nicest experience you can imagine.”

Suddenly she shudders and cries out, clinging to me for support. I turn Holly around to face me and kiss her, my fingers still moving in her vagina as she comes a second time, her ecstatic cries now muffled by my tongue deep in her mouth.

After her orgasm subsides, I lead Holly to her bedroom and lay her down, then stand up to leave.

“Don’t go, please,” she pleads in a small voice, holding her arms out to me.

“I’m sorry sweetie, I have to,” I tell her. “I have to go pick the girls up from the library. And I can’t go all the way with you, Holly… not until Annie gives me permission to.” I take her hand, give it a squeeze. “I do hope that my daughter allows me to be with you someday. You’re very desirable, you know.”

“Th-thank you,” she stammers. “So… you really think I should let Chloe know about — about the feelings I have for her?”

“Yes, I do,” I reply, sitting down next to her. “Something tells me that it’s what she wants from you more than anything — and it will make things so much better between you and your daughter.” I rise to my feet once more. “I’ve really enjoyed our little talk, Holly. Think about what I said, and then call me about what you’re going to do. Whatever you decide, I’ll be on your side, okay? Our girls are such very good friends – I’m hoping you and I will be, too.” I kiss her goodbye, and leave the room before I can give in to the urge to go down on her like I do her daughter.

*****

Back at the house an hour later, I play the voicemail on speakerphone for Chloe and Annie. Holly’s shaky voice is thanking me for coming over and telling me she’s going to take my advice. Both girls have amazed looks on their faces as Chloe’s mother whispers, “I’ve wanted my little girl for so long… I can’t believe that my dream m-might be coming true.”

I kneel before Chloe and tell her, “Your mother adores you… and she’s ready to be yours, if you want her.”

Chloe throws both arms around me, tears of joy in her eyes. “Thank you, thank you, Ms. Beckett. I love you for doing this for me.” She gives me a long, deep kiss.

Annie smiles at her friend. “Just remember, don’t spank her too hard the first time.”

We walk Chloe to our front door, where the overjoyed young girl kisses both of us on the cheek before running out the door, anxious to be with her mother.

Annie turns to me and puts her hand on my cheek. “Momma, you are amazing,” she says. “You’ve outdone yourself — I’m going to have to come up with a special reward for you.”

I’m thrilled beyond words as my sweet angel puts my special silver slave collar and leash on me andleads me to her bedroom.

*****

The next day, Annie and I lie curled naked together in the warmth of our bed, listening for the second time to the new message Chloe has left for us.

“Last night was soooo beautiful,” she whispers, her voice warm with happiness. “Mom told me that she’d do anything for me — anything I wanted!” She pauses, sighs. “I told her that I wanted her to serve me, an’ be my lover… and she said yes!”

Annie rolls on top of me as we listen, her lust ignited by Chloe’s words, taking my mouth in a fiery kiss.

“I told Mom that I’d have to spank her first, ‘cause I had to show her I was boss… then I ordered her to take off all her clothes, and she did, right there in the living room! Oh, and I did what you said, Annie — I gave her an easy spanking the first time, just enough to make her butt pink.”

My beautiful daughter-mistress is kissing her way down my body. Chloe’s message plays on.

“Then I made Mom take my clothes off and make love to me, all over. Oh, God, you guys — she kissed and licked me everywhere. She even stuck her tongue in my butthole!”

I gasp in ecstasy as Annie takes that first lick, burying her face between my quivering thighs.

“I wasn’t going to make love to her, not the first time, but Mom made me feel so good and did everything I wanted her to, so I decided to anyhow.” She giggles. “I guess I really did want to know what her pussy tastes like. Anyhow, we had a really good time, Mom an’ me… so thank you both. ‘Specially you, Ms. Beckett. We’re both so, so, so, so happy now!” She pauses. “Bye, Annie. Bye, Ms. Beckett. I love you both.” A click, then the message ends.

Annie raises her face from my cunt, her lips glistening. “I think you and I need to get together with Chloe and her mom really soon, Momma… we can all play.” Her face dips down, and she is licking me again.

“Y-yes, sweet m-mistress!” I moan, then cry out loud as my little angel brings me to climax.

This is heaven, I tell myself, clutching my breasts. Paradise on earth.

The End

By Rainbow Brite

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in March 2010 }

Time got away from me today; my grocery shopping took far longer than expected. I had forgotten that Tuesdays were senior coupon day, so when I went to pick up ingredients for dinner the old people from the retirement home were out in force. You’d think after so many years in society, they’d have figured out the grocery checkout thing, but no. Damn it, I need to get home. Every minute that passes increases the chances I’ll be getting my butt warmed by a hairbrush.

Finally I make it back home, and see with horror that it’s already 4:30. I hurry to put the groceries away and arrange Annie’s afternoon snack on the table before she gets home from school. I quickly laid out the apple slices and peanut butter just like she likes it, placing a cookie next to them. I’m just pouring a glass of milk as I hear the front door open, and schoolbooks hitting the floor. Annie – my twelve-year-old daughter and my mistress – walks in. Her new school friend Chloe is with her.

I stand at the sink, cleaning the lunch dishes. Although joy fills my heart and I long to run to Annie and kneel before her, I remain where I am – she has forbidden me to speak or even look at her until she speaks to me first. The sweet scents of the two teenagers fill the kitchen, and I get weak in the knees.

“Ohmigod, you weren’t kidding,” Chloe says. “The minute I walk in the door, my mom is all up in my face like, ‘Oooh, how was your day, go do your homework, clean your room’ and all that stuff. Are you serious, will she really not say a word until you tell her to?”

I hear the dulcet tones of my darling daughter reply, “She won’t say anything. She’s a good girl. Aren’t you, Momma?” I can hear the threat of punishment in her lovely voice — letting me know I should reply carefully, or there will be repercussions.

Not daring to look at the girls, I softly chuckle, trying to make Chloe think that it’s a little game we’re playing. I carefully frame my reply, keeping my eyes focused on the dishwater, “Well, Chloe, I love my Annie very much, and like to do anything I can to make her happy.”

I hear footsteps come up behind me, and inhale sharply as I feel hands wrap around me and squeeze my breasts.

“That’s good, Momma,” I hear Annie say. “Turn around.” Still in her embrace, I turn and look down into her lovely eyes. “Kiss me,” she orders, and I bend my head down and press my lips to hers. Her tongue plunges into my mouth, and I moan from the pleasure of having my little girl’s body pressing against mine. Any pretense of a game is gone.

After an all-too-short-moment, she breaks the kiss. “Tell Chloe what you are,” she commands.

My throat dry from passion and embarrassment, I whisper my response. “I’m Annie’s obedient slut,” I say, and make the mistake of looking directly at Chloe, my eyes meeting hers, which are wide open in shock at what she’s just heard me say. Chloe is lovely; pale skin and dark black hair with very little make-up.

I feel a sharp slap on my cheek. Annie snaps at me, “I didn’t give you permission to look at her!”

“I’m sorry, Annie,” I say, and quickly assume a submissive position before her, on my knees, my forehead on the floor, just as she expects of me whenever I have displeased her.

I feel her lift the hem of my summer dress up, exposing my ass — my daughter forbids me to wear panties while I’m at home. She moves my knees slightly apart, exposing my shaved labia and anus.

“You see, total obedience,” I hear her say.

“I don’t fucking believe this — it’s so hot!” Chloe says. “God, I wish my mom was like that!”

My face reddens, but fearing worse punishment, I don’t move. I hear her footsteps as she walks out of the kitchen and down the hall to the bathroom. While she is gone, I feel Chloe’s hands touching my ass cheeks, even trailing a fingertip across my pink rosebud and gently circling it. However, I stifle my moan of pleasure, not daring to make any noise that would indicate I’m enjoying the attention.

A moment later, Annie returns. Then I hear the “whish” of the hairbrush, and cry out as I feel the first blow on my ass. She’s in a good mood today, so hopefully this won’t last more than a few minutes. When she’s cranky, typically she spanks me until both her arms are tired.

*****

From the day she was born, I’ve been in love with my little Annie. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a face so lovely that it still takes my breath away when I look at her. She’d always been a strong baby, average-sized, but somehow her little limbs were quite powerful. As she grew, her personality showed as much strength as her body.

She was a demanding child. What I did wasn’t so much parenting as keeping her out of danger as best I could. Nothing scared her — not loud noises, big waves on the beach, or barking dogs. Her father Jason thought it was all good fun, used to laugh as I’d panic. She had him wrapped around her finger so tightly that he was totally blind to what she was becoming.

Annie was bright, a straight-A student at school, obedient and cooperative to her teachers. Soon all her classes were advanced-level and she was so far ahead she even skipped 5th grade. Knowing there would be no consequences for any of her bad behavior, by the time she was nine she had become incorrigible at home. There were times when after sex with Jason I would look up and see her standing at our now-open bedroom door, watching but saying nothing, then walking away and closing it again.

One day, not long after she turned ten, I was taking a shower — and she got in with me, completely naked.

“Annie!” I said, shocked at the intrusion, “What are you doing in here?”

Ignoring me, she picked up the soap and started to wash my body — spending extra time on my nipples, which she knew were my favorite erogenous zones from the times she watched me having sex with her father. Feebly, I tried to protest, but my brain was overwhelmed by the pleasure I felt from her touch.

“Annie, you, you mustn’t…” I whimpered, but then stopped as she slipped soapy fingers into my slit, gently caressing my clit before moving down to insert themselves in my vagina. She leaned in close to take my nipple into her warm mouth as her other hand cupped my ass, a finger slipping into the crack to probe at my anus as I feel an orgasm began to build.

“I saw some things on the internet, Momma,” she told me as I slid to my knees, now quivering from the dizzying pleasure I feel from her touch. “I’ve decided that from now on I’m going to be a dominant, and you’ll be my submissive. I want you to obey me. Will you do as I say from now on?”

I cried out in passion as my climax hit. It was more intense than any pleasure I’d ever known, and in that instant I knew that this was what I needed, had craved without ever realizing it.

Too weak to stay upright, I sat slumped in the corner of the shower cubicle as the warm water cascaded over me. Her fingers, however, were relentless, and I shamelessly spread my legs wide for her, allowing my little girl to fuck me. A second orgasm soon followed, and again I cried out.

“Answer the question!” she commanded, as she removed her hand from my still-throbbing vagina.

“Y-y-yes,” I replied weakly. I felt like my world had turned upside down and I had just lost my mind.

“Promise me!” she commanded, “Promise me you’ll be my slave, Momma, forever and ever!”

I gazed up at her beautiful face, feeling as if I had no control over what I was doing or saying anymore. Strangely enough, it was a good, satisfying feeling.

“I promise you, darling,” I gasped, “Forever and ever.”

“Good,” she said. “Sit still.” She moved closer so she was her bare sex was nearly brushing my face. Obediently I parted my lips, somehow sensing what my little girl wanted.

“Lick me, Momma,” she whispered… and, of course, I did.

*****

After a mercifully brief but still painful spanking, Annie orders me to stand up. I do, sniffling back my tears.

Annie walks up to me and begins unbuttoning the front of my sun dress. As she undoes the waist buttons, my breasts fall free. She puts her hands underneath my tits, lifting them for Chloe to see. “Can you see how Momma’s tits are extra big, and her nipples too? Tell her why, Momma.”

“Annie decided she wanted a baby sister, so I’m pregnant now.” Annie undoes the rest of the buttons and the dress falls to the floor, leaving me naked but for my shoes and knee-high stockings. My baby bump is not yet very big, but I’m clearly showing.

I think back on the day that Annie told me I was to get pregnant. She took my birth control pills away, and made me flush them down the toilet as she watched. While I hadn’t planned on having another baby, I was happy because I was pleasing my darling Annie, and the thought of having another child like her thrilled me as well. She gave me specific instructions to tell her when I was ovulating.

On the appointed day, she told her father at the dinner table that she had taken my pills away from me, and she wanted him to put a baby in my belly.

That night, Jason fucked me from behind. While he drove his cock in and out, I ate my daughter’s sweet pussy as she sat against the headboard with her legs spread. He was insatiable that night; I guess seeing me eat his daughter and hearing her come inspired him. He shot three loads in me that night, and the same scene was repeated for two more nights. By this time I was sure he would have loved to fuck Annie as well, but she had made it quite clear if he ever tried she would have me contact the authorities and the two of us together would testify how he tried to rape her. At ten, Annie already knew that she was a lesbian.

A week later, my pregnancy test results showed positive, and Annie kissed me passionately on the mouth in gratitude. Overwhelmed, I swept up my little angel and carried her to my bed, and for the rest of the afternoon we made love. I could not hold back; my tongue did not leave her body – nipples, pussy, clit, anus, and many, many kisses, my tongue deep in her mouth. She repeatedly cried out in passion, coming again and again. I relentlessly pleasured her, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms. It was heavenly.

But when I awoke I was face down, tied hand and foot to the bedposts, my ass propped up in the air on top of a pillow. Annie was putting a gag in my mouth.

“Momma, you are a wonderful lover,” she said, a beautiful smile on her face. Then the look turned cruel, her eyes narrowing. “But you made one mistake – you took control away from me when you carried me to bed. Never, ever, do that to me again.”

I tried to mumble apologies but they were muffled through the gag. And then the hairbrush spanking began. I was crying for mercy by the fifth blow, but none was to be had. I was sobbing, tears running down my face and dripping off my chin when she finally stopped. She took the gag off, and it was all I could do to gulp air between my sobs.

My crying subsided when her lips touched mine softly and gently, her hand lovingly caressing my cheek before she moved behind me again.

I felt oil being rubbed on my ass now, the punishing little hands of my daughter now gentle and loving. “There, now, it’s all right, your little girl will make it all better,” she said soothingly. Then her hands began spreading the oil between my legs now, down onto my asshole and into my pussy slit, and pleasure began to flow through my pain.

Then I heard her switch positions behind me, and felt the fingers part my labia. “I love you, Momma,” I heard her whisper, then felt her little tongue begin to make its way into the hole she had emerged from, several of her oily fingers simultaneously probing my pink rosebud. It may have been her telling me she loved me that put me over the edge so quickly, but by the time the tip of her tongue swirled around my clit and three of her fingers were fucking my asshole I was sobbing again, this time in absolute joy as an intense orgasm ripped through me. Before she was through ravishing me in every hole with her mouth and hands, I came four more times.

The next day I could barely walk — my asshole and pussy were sore and it hurt to sit down, but emotionally I was over the moon, even more in love with Annie, my little angel mistress.

*****

Now Chloe looks at my baby bump in stunned shock, her hand coming up to stroke one of my engorged breasts. The feel of her fingers is electric, and as her fingertips gently squeeze my nipple I feel my pussy getting moist.

Annie moves up and embraces her friend from behind, her hand unzipping the fly of Chloe’s jeans and slipping down the front to fondle her pussy.

“Mmmmm, you’re nice and wet,” my daughter coos, and I now feel a trickle of moisture run down the inside of my thighs as I wistfully watch Annie make love to another, her hand in action as she kisses her friend’s neck. Distracted, Chloe’s hand drops away from my chest. Inwardly, I sigh from disappointment.

Chloe closes her eyes for a second as Annie’s expert fingers explore her cunt. “Your mom is so fucking hot,” she groans, and I smile, flattered. “Can I touch her?” she then asks, hesitantly.

Annie responds, “Chloe, today is the six-month anniversary of you being my girlfriend. Mom is my gift to you, so from now on you can do anything you want to her any time. She’s going to obey you and make you happy, just like she does me. Isn’t that right, Momma?” She puts a harsh emphasis on the word “Momma,” letting me know this is not a request, and that there is only one correct response from me.

Jealousy flares up inside me at the thought of sharing Annie’s affection with Chloe, but I have no choice in the matter.

“Yes, Chloe,” I say, although I dare not let my true feelings show in my tone, “I am yours now as well as Annie’s. I will do whatever I can to make you happy.” While my voice doesn’t crack and give me away, I can’t stop the tears from forming in my eyes.

“Stand still and don’t move until we need you,” Annie instructs me.

My heart aching, I stand obediently with my hands at my sides and watch as she and Chloe slide to the floor and begin to make love in front of me.

*****

Three months have passed; I’m now five months pregnant. My belly is huge, and walking down the aisles at the grocery store I feel like one of those big freighter ships barely making it through the Panama Canal.

Once I became pregnant, Annie became increasingly possessive and jealous of her father Jason, so she decided that I should divorce him. I had to obey my angel… so after thirteen years, he is out of the picture. After being taken by Annie as her slave and lover, I’d lost all interest in him anyhow.

Annie is being more attentive to my needs during this pregnancy than Jason ever was when I was expecting her. She brings home ice cream for my cravings, allows me to go to bed early every night, and rubs my tummy down with coconut oil to help minimize the inevitable stretch marks. Even though I feel fat and ugly, she regularly tells me how beautiful I am. I love hearing those words from my angel.

Annie was thrilled when she found out that we were expecting a girl on the very first try, and told me that she would only discipline me when it was necessary, so as not to risk injuring her baby sister. She assures me that this is no excuse to misbehave, however — because after the baby is born, she will punish me just as before whenever I get out of line. I have no reason not to believe her.

She has plans for her new sibling. “We’ll all be lovers, Momma,” she coos. “I don’t know whether I’ll share you with her, or if I’ll be her mistress too.” With a giggle, she adds, “Who knows? Maybe she’ll take charge, and we’ll both be her sluts. One thing for sure — we’ll both start licking her pussy right away. Make a good little lesbian out of her.”

God, my daughter is so unbelievably perverse, her mind going places that I’d never conceive. My conscience tells me how wrong it is, for Annie and I to molest my infant girl. Why, then, does the idea excite me so?

*****

The presence of Chloe as my daughter’s lover remains a problem for me, one that makes my heart ache. No matter how it hurts me, Annie carries on this lesbian affair with her schoolmate without a second thought for my feelings.

One night at dinner, my emotions swinging wildly, it finally happens; looking at my little lover and imagining her naked and in Chloe’s arms is too much for me to take. I burst into tears, jump up from the table and stumble into the bathroom sobbing, shutting the door behind me.

I sit on the floor and bawl uncontrollably for a few minutes, and then as my crying subsides I hear a light tapping on the door. This in itself is unusual, as my darling mistress has forbidden me to have any privacy from her. I fully expect her to come storming in to punish me for my outburst.

Instead, I hear Annie’s sweet soft voice call, “Momma, are you okay? Can I come in?”

“Y-y-yes,” I answer. The door slowly swings open and she hesitantly enters.

Annie has changed out of her school clothes and looks delicious, wearing only a t-shirt, her long blonde hair shiny and hanging down. I catch a glimpse of her rosy slit, and it makes my heart throb.

She sits on the toilet seat behind me, picks up my hair brush and, instead of spanking me with it, starts to brush my hair. At her insistence, I grew it long and dyed it light blonde to match hers, and I love when she touches it.

With each stroke, she speaks to me as if I am a small child. “Now what was that all about, Momma?” she asks gently. My head bowed down obediently, I wipe my tears away, but do not reply. “This is about Chloe, isn’t it?” she asks.

Biting my lower lip, I slowly nod my head yes, waiting for her to punish me.

“Momma, you mustn’t be jealous,” she tells me, “Chloe is my girlfriend for sex. I don’t make love to her; I just like to fuck her. But you’re my mother, and I love you. I love you not just because you’re so very good in bed, but for all the changes you’ve gone through because you love me. You’re even having a baby for me. That’s so incredible — I could never ask Chloe to do that. When you and I have sex, it’s not just fucking, we’re making love, and nothing will change that. Do you understand?” I nod my head yes. “I let Chloe take you because you are the most important thing I can give her. She says you don’t like her, though, because you don’t fuck her with the same passion you show when you’re with me.”

Annie has stopped brushing my hair — her hands slide down the front of my sweatshirt, and she’s playing with my breasts. My pussy is suddenly dripping from the attention. Feeling emboldened, I dare to whisper, “But Annie, my angel, I only fuck her because you tell me to. I don’t love her like I love you.”

She tilts my head back and kisses me upside down, her tongue dancing with mine. It is a long kiss, filled with passion and promise. The crotch of my sweatpants is now soaked.

“Momma, you don’t have to love her. Just like her a little bit, okay? Will you try for me, please? Will you do your best for your little angel?” She is nuzzling my neck as she says this, her hands caressing my swollen belly under the sweatshirt. I’m close to coming, just from that divine contact.

“Yes, Annie. I promise,” I whisper. “The next time Chloe comes by, I’ll love her all over… I’ll make her feel wonderful.”

Taking her hands away from my stomach, she kisses the top of my head. “Thank you,” she says. “I ought to punish you for running in here and closing the door, but I’m not going to because you were upset and did it out of love for me. Now go bring me your special collar and leash. I’m taking my sweet momma to bed.”

Thrilled, I bring her my special silver slave collar – it’s made of a sliver mesh with an adjustable clasp, a ring on the front. She gently undresses me, then snaps the lead on the collar. Before she leads me away, she stands up on tiptoe and kisses me lightly, then whispers, “To show you how much I love you, Momma, tomorrow you’re driving me to the Body Art Ink Shoppe and giving permission for me to get a tattoo. I’ll have one done on my ankle, and you can pick the design – a heart, a flower, your name, whatever you want. It will show the world that I love only you, okay? No one but you.”

I’m crying again, this time tears of happiness as my beautiful Annie takes my leash and leads me to the master bedroom. Before the night is over, I intend for her to lose count of how many climaxes she’s had. And when she’s worn out, I’ll turn Annie over and lick her anus, rimming my little girl until she falls asleep.

I already know what the tattoo design will be – a little angel for my angel!

Continue on to Part Two