Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

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