Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Muffi

Okay, so I sorta left you hanging when I told you about how Mommy made love to me the first time. I told you that she ended up showing me how to make love to her, but I never actually told you about it. I guess that was kinda rude of me, so here goes.

When I woke up the next morning, I was still all wrapped up in Mommy’s arms. She was sound asleep, I could tell by the way she was breathing, so I just lay there all snuggled up close to her boobies. She was so warm and soft, and I thought I could just stay there like that forever. Well, almost like that. I did want her to make love to me again! I also wanted to learn how to make love to her, so I could make her feel the things that she’d made me feel the night before.

I was remembering what had happened last night, how Mommy had made me feel so good. My coo… No, my pussy started to tingle just thinking about it. Then I remembered how she’d gotten down on her knees and asked me to be her girlfriend. I couldn’t help it, I just got this huge grin on my face. I had a girlfriend! A real girlfriend, not just some silly BFF kinda girlfriend. Then I remembered what she’d said about going to get us matching rings today. I couldn’t wait! That would make it really official!

I slowly slid out of Mommy’s arms, and then got out of bed. I pulled the covers back up over her, but not before I took a long look at her boobies. They were so pretty! Then I went downstairs to find something to eat.

I didn’t notice until I got to the kitchen that I hadn’t put my pajamas back on. I was wandering around looking for something to make for both of us for breakfast when I realized I was still naked. I giggled, and thought maybe Mommy and I could spend lots of time naked together now. The idea of being able to look at her naked whenever I wanted to was nice, and it was even nicer to think I could touch her naked skin anytime I wanted. That made me feel all warm inside.

I finally settled on making us both a bagel for breakfast. We had some cinnamon and raisin bagels, and cream cheese, too. That sounded yummy to me, with some orange juice. I know how to make coffee, too, even though I don’t drink it very often. I knew that Mommy would want some, though, so the first thing I did was start a pot of coffee for her. Then I put some cream cheese in a little bowl, and got two plates and two knives, and a couple of napkins. I got out a tray, and put everything on it, then started the bagels toasting. We have a big toaster that holds four slices of bread or bagels or muffins, so I put two bagels in it and got them started.

When the bagels were done, and Mommy’s coffee was ready, I put everything on the tray and went slowly upstairs to Mommy’s – no, to our bedroom. I set the tray down on the nightstand, and then I sat on the edge of the bed. I leaned down and kissed Mommy’s forehead, then the tip of her nose, then her lips.

“Mommy…” I kinda sang it softly.

I saw her eyelids flutter a little, and then she got a tiny little smile. I leaned down and kissed her lips again. “I made bagels and coffee for you, Mommy,” I said quietly.

I felt her arms come around my neck as she hugged me. “Mmmm… That sounds lovely, Baby Girl. Did you sleep well?”

I nodded. “Yup. And I woke up feeling so good, too, Mommy.”

“Sex,” Mommy said, laughing, “is good for the body, the mind, and the soul.”

I grinned at her, then sat up and got her coffee and handed it to her. She sat up against the headboard and took a sip, then smiled when I gave her the bagel, and asked her if she wanted cream cheese on it.

“Wow,” she said. “Breakfast in bed? What did I do to deserve this treatment?”

I rolled my eyes at her. “Like you don’t know,” I said.

“Does that mean you liked what happened last night?” She was teasing me, and I knew it. I kinda liked it, actually.

“I don’t know yet,” I said. “I need some more practice before I can decide.”

She laughed, and almost choked on her coffee. “I think we can probably arrange for that to happen, Baby Girl,” she said.

I sat on the edge of the bed, munching on my bagel, and sipping my orange juice. I was quiet for a minute, just eating breakfast with Mommy, and then I remembered again, and I had to ask her. “So, are we gonna go get rings today, Mommy?” I asked her.

“Yes, we are,” she said, smiling.

I felt my heart kinda flutter. This was really for real! Mommy was my girlfriend, and she was gonna get us rings to prove it! I couldn’t wait to go with her to pick them out.

I stuck what was left of my bagel into my mouth, holding it with my teeth. I took my plate and Mommy’s, and put them on the tray with my orange juice. I grabbed the bagel out of my mouth and grinned at her. “I’ll go put these in the dishwasher, and then take a shower and get dressed. By the time we’re both ready, the mall will be open!”

Mommy looked at me for a minute, smiling. “We’re not going to the mall, Baby Girl,” she said softly.

My heart kinda sank a little. “We’re not?”

“No, we’re not,” she said, shaking her head. “We’re going to a real jewelry store, not to a mall shop.”

“COOOOL!”

I grinned at her, then stuck the bagel back in my mouth, grabbed the tray, and rushed out of the bedroom to the kitchen. As fast as I could, I rinsed off the dishes and stuck them in the dishwasher, chomped down the last of my bagel, and then I ran back upstairs into the bathroom. I swear to God, it was the fastest shower I ever took! When I was finished, I got out and wrapped my hair up in a towel, then wrapped another one around my body. I ran into my room, and started looking for something to wear. I decided to wear my skinny jeans and a short spaghetti-strap top, pink, of course.

While I was drying off, I heard the shower come on again, and I knew that Mommy was taking her shower. I giggled to myself, and wrapped myself back up in the towel. I went into the bathroom, being pretty quiet, and then dropped the towel from around my body. I unwrapped my hair, and started to brush it, deciding to leave it wet instead of using the dryer. I heard Mommy turn off the shower, and then I heard the door sliding open.

I saw Mommy in the mirror when she stepped out of the shower, reaching for a towel. I froze when I saw her. Her skin was dripping with water, and it was flushed red from the heat of the shower. Her boobies were beautiful, her nipples were standing up from them, dark red and crinkled around the edges. They swayed and bobbed with every move she made. They were so beautiful, I didn’t want to take my eyes off them. Her hair was streaming wet, sticking to her skin, strands of it across her boobies, between them, back over her shoulders and down her back.

I did take my eyes away from them, though. I let myself slide a long look down over her body. Her waist curved in gracefully from her chest, narrow and slender, her tummy flat and hard. She has an “innie” belly button like mine; it was a dark shadow in the center of her tummy. My eyes slid lower, over her full, beautiful hips, swelling out from her waist then tapering down into her thighs. Mommy has beautiful legs, and I let myself stare at them for a minute, before my eyes snapped back to what I really wanted to look at.

The dark, neat triangle of bright red hair that covered her pussy pulled my eyes like a magnet, making me stare at her there. Her hair was wet, drops of water kinda shining on the ends of it. The water made it darker than it usually would be, but it was still that pretty, orange-red color. I thought it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life. I let my eyes finally move back up her body, paying attention now to little things.

I’d never really noticed that Mommy’s body is almost completely covered with light tan freckles. They looked so cute! She has them on her face too, but not nearly as many as she has on the rest of her body. There was a small, dark colored mole just below her left boobie, like someone had touched her with a marker. I noticed for the first time that Mommy’s boobies kind of sagged down just a little. I was so used to seeing her in a bra, or with her pajamas on, I’d never noticed that before. Of course, I’d never looked at her quite this way before, either.

Mommy saw me staring at her, and she just stood there, letting me look at her for as long as I wanted to. I felt… A rush of something. Love? I guess that musta been what it was. I felt sorta breathless, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was smiling at me, shyly.

“Do I look okay, Baby?” she asked me.

When I could answer, it came out as a kind of breathy sighing sound. “Oh, Mommy… You’re so beautiful…”

She looked at me for a moment, and I saw a blush creep into her cheeks as she looked at me, slowly letting her eyes move down, then back up along my body. “So are you, Baby Girl,” she said. “You’re the most beautiful thing I think I’ve ever seen.”

We stood there like that, just staring at each other, for what felt like hours. I know it couldn’t have been that long, but that’s what it felt like. She wrapped herself up in a towel, and moved towards me, not touching me, just coming closer. She gave a shaky kinda laugh. “If we don’t get going, Baby Girl,” she said, “I’m going to have a very hard time resisting you. And if that happens, we won’t make it out of bed for the rest of the weekend.”

I felt a shiver run through me, and a warm, tingly fluttering in my tummy when she said that. As much as that idea excited me, I also wanted us to get those rings. Then everything would be really official, and Mommy would be my for real girlfriend. I made myself go back to brushing my hair. Then I giggled, and gave her a sly look in the mirror. “There’s plenty of time for that later, Mommy,” I said. “And…” I let the word drag out.

“And?”

In the mirror, I gave her what I hoped was a sexy look. “And… later, you hafta show me how to make you come,” I said, hoping I sounded seductive.

I saw her shiver once, and then again once more. She took a deep breath, staring into my eyes in the mirror. Her face flushed, turning a deep red. “I should be utterly ashamed of myself for what we’re doing. But the truth is, I’m not. How you’ve managed to do this to me in a single night, I’ll never know. But I’m awfully happy that you have.”

“Mommy,” I said, “please stop talking like you hafta be ashamed of yourself. You love me, and I love you. And now, we’re girlfriends. So just stop that, and love me like I want you to love me, okay?”

She smiled and nodded. “I will, Baby, I promise.”

She stared at me for another minute or two, and then it was her turn to tease me. “Oh, and Baby? Just so you know. I can’t wait to teach you how to make me come. I want to look straight into your eyes while you’re doing it, too.”

I shivered again, thinking about what was going to happen later on. I couldn’t wait…

*****

A little while later, I was finally dressed and ready to go. Mommy was almost ready too, and I was getting kinda fidgety. I’d decided not to wear my skinny jeans after all, and I had on a pair of cut off denim shorts that were old and faded. They were actually a little too small for me, but they made my butt look really nice. My top didn’t quite reach my belly button, it was dark pink with thin little spaghetti straps and a thin band of lace around the top. I was wearing pink sneakers that matched my top, and ankle high white socks. I thought I looked pretty good.

I had put on a little makeup, too. Not much, cuz I didn’t want to look like a slut; just a little mascara and eye shadow, and some blush and lip gloss. I’d put on some cologne, too, so I’d smell nice and girly for Mommy. She liked my hair up in those Sailor Moon ponytails, too, so I’d done my hair that way. It was funny, really, but a nice funny. Everything I’d done while I got ready was for Mommy. Not for me, not to impress the kids at school, but just so I’d look pretty and sexy for Mommy. I liked how that felt.

Mommy came downstairs finally, dressed and ready to go. She was wearing jeans and a white tank top, and black leather boots with big, clunky heels. She looked awesome! I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra; I could see her nipples under the material of her tank top. She’d braided her hair, and it was pulled forward so the braid hung down over her shoulder and down her chest like a long, orange flame. Her jeans were skin tight, and I could see the outline of her pussy, her jeans molding to the shape of it. My girlfriend, I thought. She was so beautiful.

“Are you ready to go, Baby Girl?” she asked me.

I grinned happily. “Yup! I can’t wait, either. Let’s go!”

I started to open the front door when Mommy stopped me. She stood in front of me with her hands on my hips, staring into my eyes for a minute.

“When we walk out that door,” she said, “we have to be just Jenny and her Mommy, out for a special shopping trip. So before we go, I want a kiss from my girlfriend.”

Mommy leaned down and brought her mouth to mine, kissing me gently. I felt her lift one hand, moving it to cup the back of my head as her lips parted a little, the tip of her tongue tracing a light line across my bottom lip. As I opened my mouth, letting her tongue slip inside, her other hand slid to the small of my back, pulling me close to her as she kissed me deeply, her tongue moving lazily in my mouth. I slid my arms around her and kissed her back, pulling her against me. Our tongues did a kind of slow dance with each other.

She broke the kiss suddenly, taking a deep, deep breath, then letting it out. She held my head close to her boobies, and I could hear and feel her heart beating, hard and strong. As her hands caressed my back, I felt her whole body shiver.

“God, Baby Girl! You are so very beautiful. And I love you so very, very much…”

I sighed. “I love you, too, Mommy. And I think I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the whole world!”

She laughed. “Nope. I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world!”

I opened my mouth to argue with her, then I thought better of it. “How about we just agree that we both have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world?” I said.

She laughed at that. “Okay, that works for me, Baby,” she said.

We went out and got in the car, and headed for the jewelry store. I was so excited I couldn’t sit still in the car. When we finally got there, I almost jumped out of the car. After Mommy put some money in the parking meter, I grabbed her hand and started to pull her towards the store.

“Calm down, Baby Girl,” she said. “Remember, you can be excited, but not too excited.”

“I know, Mommy.” I made myself calm down.

We walked hand in hand into the jewelry store. Mommy smiled at the woman behind the counter.

“May I help you?” she asked Mommy.

“I hope so,” said Mommy. “My daughter and I have reached the conclusion that we are “best friends forever.” We’d like to look at some rings, please. We want to get matching friendship rings.”

“Oh, that’s so lovely!” the woman exclaimed. “We have a nice selection of friendship rings right over here.”

She led us to a display case near the back of the store. Mommy took one look at the rings in it and shook her head.

“No,” she said, “I want to get us something very special. I’d like them to be patterned, but not all the way around. My daughter’s ring will need to be resized periodically as she grows. I hope you’ll pardon me, but these are too “little-girly” for what we’d like.”

The woman smiled brightly again. I think she was hoping for an expensive sale. “Of course!” she exclaimed. “Do you have anything particular in mind?”

“I’m thinking something in red gold,” Mommy said. “Red gold for two redheads.” I’d never heard of red gold, but I liked the way she put it when she told the woman what she wanted.

The woman led us to another display case filled with beautiful rings. She took out a tray with rings in it, and Mommy and I both leaned over the counter, looking at them. It only took a few seconds for me to see the ones I liked.

“Mommy, look!” I said. I pointed to a group of wide rings that had hearts and roses carved into them across the top and partway down the sides. The bottoms of them we smooth and shiny. They were beautiful.

“Do you like those, Jenny?” Mommy asked me.

I nodded, hard. “Yes, I do,” I said excitedly.

Mommy took out one of the rings and looked closely at it. “I like them, too,” she said.

She looked closely at the inside of the ring she was holding. “Perfect,” she said. “Twenty-two karat gold.”

The woman behind the counter smiled broadly. “Well, that was easy,” she said. “Let’s get your sizes, and if we need to, we’ll resize one for your daughter.”

She got out a big hoop thing with lots of little rings on it. She got Mommy’s ring size first, then she got mine. They didn’t have one in my size, but she told Mommy that they could have it resized for me in about an hour. Mommy smiled at her.

“That’s fine,” she said. “We can go and have lunch somewhere, and come back for them after we eat. Oh, and one more thing. Could you please have my initials engraved inside of my daughter’s ring, and her initials engraved inside of mine?”

The sales lady smiled again. “Oh, that’s so very sweet!” she exclaimed. “Of course we can do that. Just write down the initials for me.”

We went to the cash register, and Mommy gave the lady her credit card. While she rang everything up on the cash register, Mommy wrote down our initials on a piece of paper, then gave it to the sales lady. The woman smiled at us again. “They’ll be ready for you in an hour or less,” she said brightly.

Mommy smiled back at her. “That will be perfect,” she said. “We’ll be back after lunch.”

We left the jewelry store and went to get lunch. I was so excited, I don’t even remember what I ate. It felt like forever, waiting to go back and get our rings. I couldn’t remember ever being so excited about anything ever in my life.

Finally, it was time to go back. I was kinda bouncing around next to Mommy as we walked back to the jewelry store, chattering away like a little kid. Mommy just kept smiling at me, but I could tell that this meant just as much to her as it did to me.

When we went into the store, the sales lady who had sold us the rings was gone. There was a man behind the counter. Mommy told him what we were there for, and he smiled, reaching under the counter and taking out two ring boxes and a slip of yellow paper. He opened the boxes and put them on the counter in front of us. Mommy took the smaller one out first and looked inside of it. She smiled, and then handed it to me. “Try it on, Baby,” she said, “and see if it fits.”

I slipped the ring on my left ring finger. It fit perfectly! I didn’t want to take it off, but somehow, I knew that Mommy wanted me to wait a little while to wear it. I took it off and handed it back to her, grinning. She took her ring out of the box and looked inside it. smiling when she saw my initials inside of it. She put it back in the box, closed both of them, and picked them, putting them in her purse. She smiled warmly at the man behind the counter.

“Thank you so very much,” she said. “You do wonderful work here.”

He smiled brightly at her. “Thank you,” he said. “We try to make sure our customers are always satisfied. Please, come again.”

We left the store together, and when we got outside, Mommy took my hand in hers and started to giggle.

“What?” I asked.

“Just my dirty little mind, Baby Girl,” she said. “I don’t think that poor man realized that I’m going to be very satisfied later on today, and that I am going to come again. And again, and again, and again.”

I started giggling with her. “Promise, Mommy?”

“Oh, Baby Girl,” she said, suddenly serious. “Just holding your hand right now has me so close to coming that I almost can’t stand it.”

I let go of her hand and wrapped both of my arms around one of her arms. “I can’t wait to make you come, Mommy,” I said quietly. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel last night.”

“I’m pretty sure that you won’t have any trouble doing that, Baby,” she said.

On the way home, we stopped at the grocery store. Mommy wanted to buy some things for dinner that night; she said that she wanted to make a very special, very romantic dinner for the two of us. She knows how much I love steak, even though we don’t eat it very much, cuz Mommy says that too much red meat isn’t good for you. Today though, she made an exception and got us two really big, thick steaks. She also bought a bottle of wine. I looked at her questioningly when she got that.

“Yes, for both of us,” she said. “But, not a lot for you. You’ve never had it before, and I don’t want you to get drunk and pass out on me!”

Finally, we had everything done, and we were on our way home. I reached across and put my hand on Mommy’s leg, and she reached down and took it in hers. I pulled it away, though, and put it back on her thigh. I remembered how nice it had felt when Mommy was touching and stroking my legs last night, so I started moving my hand up and down on her thigh, with my fingertips on the inside of her leg.

She sighed and looked over at me. “You’re being a little tease, you know,” she said, pretending to be mad.

I leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Who says I’m teasing?”

“Evil little wench,” she said, grinning.

I grinned. I liked this! I had a kind of power now that I had never known about before. Maybe not power, really, but while I knew that we were both still the Mommy and the daughter, we were also lovers now. I let the words roll around in my head: Mommy and I are lovers… I liked how it sounded. Our relationship was very different now. Mostly, it was just that I felt like we were so much closer. I was in love with her, and I was almost dizzy with the feeling.

When we got home, Mommy said that we should get comfortable. She went around and made sure that all the doors were locked, and then she closed all the drapes and blinds. The house was dim now, but not dark. Mommy lit a bunch of candles in the living room, and put some music on, and then we went upstairs to get changed. This was all so very new to me. I’d never had anyone be romantic with me before, so I just kinda followed Mommy’s lead. I did ask her if we could just be naked now that we were home. She grinned and said she’d like that, but that we should keep our bathrobes with us downstairs, in case anyone came and knocked on the door.

We went downstairs together, naked, carrying our bathrobes. We went into the kitchen, leaving the robes in the living room, just in case. I started to set the table, but Mommy stopped me. She wanted to do everything herself. She said that this was something she wanted to do for me. She wanted to make a romantic candlelit dinner for us. She lit more candles, putting them on the table, and then she opened the bottle of wine. She poured a half glass for herself into a wineglass, and about a third of a glass for me.

I tasted the wine hesitantly. It tasted strange, but good. I liked the warm feeling it left on the way down. Mommy lifted her glass, and clinked it against mine.

“To us,” she said softly, and then took a sip of wine. I took another sip, too, and smiled at her.

I watched her as she set the table with plates and silverware and water glasses, and even cloth napkins. That surprised me, cuz we hardly ever use those. Only when we have company for dinner.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she worked. She was so pretty! Her skin kinda glowed in the candlelight, and every move she made was graceful and pretty, like a ballet dancer. The candles made her freckles stand out more, too. I thought her freckles were so pretty! I felt that rush of love for her again, and something more, too. That special fluttering started up in my tummy, and I felt myself getting damp between my legs.

Mommy made everything that I really like for dinner. She made the steaks, of course, and she also made asparagus, which I just love, and roasted garlic mashed potatoes, which is one of my favorite things in the world to eat, even though it makes your breath stink. She made a salad with baby spinach instead of lettuce, and for dessert, we just had coffee ice cream. Coffee is my favorite ice cream, too. I couldn’t finish everything, cuz there was just so much, but I ate what I could. All the while we were eating, we just sat and talked quietly about how nice it was to have a dinner like this, and how we should do things like this more from now on.

Mommy said that we could plan a “date night” every week, and have a nice, quiet dinner together with candles and everything, and then we could go out to the movies, or whatever we decided we wanted to do. When she said that, I just had to kinda pick on her a little.

“You mean, we only get to have romantic dates once a week, Mommy?”

I put a sad little pout on my face and looked up at her from under my eyelashes.

“Aww, don’t be sad, Baby,” she said, smiling. “We can be romantic all the time, but the official dates will only be once or twice a week. That makes them more special.”

I gave her a sly grin. “And can we be naughty all the time, too, Mommy?”

“Oh, Baby Girl, you can be naughty with me anytime you’d like to. As long as I can do the same with you, of course.”

We both laughed, and I started to get up to clear the table like I usually do, but Mommy told me to sit back down. She wouldn’t let me do any of the chores tonight. That was really nice; I felt like I was getting all kinds of special treatment from her.

Mommy made tea for both of us, and we still had our wine. I was drinking my second glass; Mommy had filled it up about halfway this time. The wine made me fell kinda fuzzy and glowy, but really nice. Every time I drank some, it left a warm trail down my insides. I liked the feeling, and I felt really warm and relaxed sitting there, looking at Mommy and talking quietly to her.

Finally, she stood up and went into the other room for a minute, telling me she’d be right back. When she sat back down at the table, she looked at me really seriously for a second, and then she put our rings on the table. She put hers in front of me, and mine in front of her. My tummy did a little flip-flop, and I couldn’t think what to say. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, so I waited for Mommy.

She reached out and took my left hand in both of hers, and looked into my eyes. She didn’t say anything for a minute, she just sat and stared at me, smiling. I could feel her thumbs kinda stroking the top of my hand, and I got that fluttering in my tummy again, the one that makes me get wet between my legs. She picked up my ring then, and slid it onto my finger, then she held my hand tightly.

“Jenny, even though only the two of us will ever know what this ring really means, I’m giving it to you as a sign of how much I love you. Every time that you look at this ring, I want you to think of me, and to remember that you are the most special person in the world to me. It’s a reminder that we share our love, and ourselves, with each other, and only with each other. When you look at this ring, remember that I belong to you, and only to you. I love you, my little girlfriend.”

I had to blink really fast, and fight not to start crying, I was so happy. My stomach felt all funny, and my heart was pounding in my chest so hard I thought it might explode. I looked at her, and she was so beautiful. I felt so much love for her I almost couldn’t stand it.

When I was pretty sure I wouldn’t start to cry, I pulled my hand from Mommy’s, and picked up her ring. My hands were shaking, but I reached out and took her hand, and slid the ring onto her finger. I held her hand the same way she’d held mine; I felt her fingers tighten around mine. I wasn’t really sure what I should say, but I had to say something or I’d feel so stupid.

“Mommy, with this ring, I also give you all my love, forever and ever. When you see it, you’ll know that I’m your girlfriend, and that no one else will ever be able to come between us, not ever. These rings mean that we belong to each other for all eternity.”

I thought it sounded stupid, but when I looked, Mommy’s eyes were all shiny, and she was trying not to cry, I could tell. I got up then, and rushed close to her, wrapping my arms around her neck and hugging her as tight as I could. Her skin was warm against mine, and I could feel her breathing really fast. Her arms came around my waist, and we stayed like that for a minute, her still sitting in her chair, me standing between her knees, hugging each other.

“I love you so much, Baby Girl,” Mommy whispered against my neck. “More than you could ever know. You’re my perfect girlfriend, and I’m so happy that you made me see what I needed to see.”

I pulled back a little and looked at her. I didn’t know what she meant by that. I didn’t say anything, but I didn’t need to. I looked at her, and she knew I didn’t understand.

“Baby, the love we share was already so strong and special. I’ve always loved you so very, very much. But you made me see that our love could become even stronger, even more special than it already was. I was afraid of my own feelings, Jenny. You showed me that I don’t have to be afraid of them. I’m so very happy that you did that for me.”

I hugged her again then, as tight as I could. Then I kinda slid down so I was sitting on her leg with one arm around her neck. With my other hand, I reached out and touched her boobie, running my fingers over her nipple. I heard her pull in a fast breath when I touched it.

“Mommy,” I said, “will you show me? Show me how to make love to you?”

All of a sudden, her mouth was on mine, and she was kissing me, really deep and hard. Her tongue was in my mouth, moving everywhere, and I pushed my tongue into her mouth, tasting the wine there. We were pressed together so tightly, I almost couldn’t breathe.

Then without a word, still kissing me, Mommy stood up, carrying me the same way she had the night before. Only this time, we were both naked, and when she broke the kiss, I laid my head down against her skin, listening to her heart beating as she brought me up the stairs and down the hall, then into the room. She laid me gently on the bed, staring into my eyes.

Mommy crawled up on the bed with me, and then lay down next to me. She turned so she was laying on her side, and one hand came up to stroke my hair. I’d taken the ponytails down, and my hair was just all loose. Mommy still had hers in the thick braid. She kissed me, very gently, then stared into my eyes again while she stroked my hair.

“There’s no right or wrong way about this, Baby Girl. Making love is like… Well, it’s like you’re an explorer, and you’re discovering all the different parts and places on my body. Use all your senses, okay? Feel my skin with your fingers, with your skin. Look at me, at my body, and pay attention to every detail. Use your sense of smell, and you’ll find that all the different places have a different smell, and each one is very nice. Use your mouth so you can taste me, taste my skin, my mouth, taste everything. And also use your ears. You’ll know by the sounds you hear me making when you’re doing something that feels particularly good.”

She kissed me gently again, and then rolled over onto her back, stretching her arms above her head. She smiled softly.

“I’m yours, Baby Girl,” she said quietly. “Every part of me, all of me, is yours to play with and explore. You can’t do anything wrong, and I’ll guide you if you need help.”

She stared at me intently for a moment. “Now, please, Baby, make love to me,” she said in a hoarse whisper. “I don’t think I can stand to wait another second.”

I almost started to cry, she looked so beautiful lying there, waiting for me to touch her. I remembered what she’d done to me last night, and I moved so that I was on my hands and knees next to her. I leaned down and kissed her, lightly at first, then I opened my lips and slid my tongue into her mouth. She still tasted like wine a little, but she also tasted like her. I thought for a second that kissing her was almost enough, then pushed that idea away. Nothing would ever be enough, not really.

I pulled away from her mouth, and started to kiss her cheeks and her jaw. I remembered what she’d said about tasting everything, so I slid my tongue across her skin. She was right, she tasted wonderful!

I kissed the side of Mommy’s neck, and then I licked her there, too. When I did, the tip of my tongue touched her ear, and I heard her gasp. That was interesting, I’d never thought of ears being able to make you feel good. I kissed her ear then, and touched it with my tongue. Mommy gasped again, and I felt her shiver, so I pressed my open mouth to her ear and slowly licked inside of it. I heard her moan softly, and she turned her head and stretched her neck.

Mommy seemed to really like it when I licked her skin, so I kept using my tongue. I kissed her, too, but I licked her more. This was starting to be really fun! When I licked down the side of her neck to her shoulder, she moaned again. I let myself down then, so that I was laying sorta half on top of her, half next to her. I slid one leg over the top of hers, so that my coo… No, so that my pussy was pressed up against her hip. I was still kissing and licking her neck and shoulder; I brought one hand up and started to stroke her boob… her tits with it.

Somehow, those words that I’m not supposed to say in public made everything feel more exciting. They were naughty words, and thinking them about Mommy made me shiver, and sent little tingles through my body. I felt very grown up right then, like I had changed from a little girl into a grown woman almost overnight.

Before I went any further, I kissed and licked my way back up Mommy’s neck. When I got to her ear, I put my lips against it, and sorta breathed my words into it. “I love you so much, Mommy.”

I heard her whimper softly, and felt her body shiver all over again. She was breathing really fast now. I kissed and licked back down her neck, and then kept going. My hand was still sorta petting her tits, and I moved my mouth towards them. Her skin felt like warm satin against my lips, soft and smooth. When I brushed my lips across her nipple, I heard her whimper again, and felt her lift her chest up, pushing it towards my mouth.

“Oh, Baby Girl,” she sighed. “Suck them, please. Suck Mommy’s nipples like you did when you were a baby.”

I was holding myself up with one hand on the bed, the fingers of my other hand were playing with the hard nipple that wasn’t against my mouth. I opened my lips, and slowly sucked the dark, crinkled nipple into my mouth. I felt Mommy’s hand come to the back of my head, cradling me there, holding me in place tightly.

“Oh, yes, Baby…” The words came out in a long, breathy kind of a sigh. “That feels so good, my Baby Girl.”

I could feel myself getting really wet between my legs, feel my heart beating faster and faster in my chest. I loved this! I could tell from her breathing that Mommy was excited, and she kept making those little whimpers, high-pitched and soft as I kept sucking on her nipple. It was hard in my mouth; I felt it stiffen even more, swelling against my tongue. I felt her free hand close over mine, guiding me to pinch at her other nipple, showing me how to roll it between my fingers.

“Bite it, Baby,” she breathed. “Use your teeth on it, please…”

Bite it? I thought. She wants me to bite her? I didn’t know why she wanted me to bite her, but if that’s what she wanted, I’d do it. At that point, I woulda done anything she asked me to do. I closed my teeth on her nipple and bit down lightly, feeling the stiff flesh between my teeth.

“Harder, Baby,” she moaned. “You won’t hurt me, I promise. Bite it harder.”

I bit down harder on Mommy’s nipple. When I did, I felt her fingers get all tangled up in my hair, pulling me even tighter against her. She moaned loudly. I felt her hip move against my pussy; she was lifting her butt up off the bed and then dropping it back down again. All of a sudden, I realized that I had been sorta grinding my pussy against her hip bone. Her skin was wet there, and with a little shock, I knew that the wetness was coming from me, leaking from inside my pussy. I was smearing it all over her skin there. It felt wonderful!

I felt her pulling my head up from her nipple. “The other one, Baby, please,” she gasped. “Do the other one, too!”

She guided me to her other nipple, pulling my head down as she pushed her chest up, crushing her nipple against my mouth. This time I knew what to do, and I opened my mouth, sucking her stiff nipple in and closing my teeth around it. I bit down, kinda hard, and heard her groan again, even louder this time. She was crushing my face against her as she urged me on, telling me to bite her even harder. I figured if she was this excited already, it was time for me to try something else.

We musta looked funny; I was biting and sucking at Mommy’s nipple, making little slurping sounds sometimes when she moved really fast. Her hips were bouncing up and down steadily now, and I was rubbing my pussy in circles against her hip, smearing the wet stuff that was coming from inside my pussy all over both her hip and the outside of my pussy. I could feel my muscles inside there, squeezing and then loosening, over and over. I was starting to feel those little electric kinda shocks shoot through me.

This must be what heaven is like, I thought.

While I kept biting and sucking on her nipple, I moved my hand down over Mommy’s tummy. It was smooth and soft, but hard, too. Mommy’s tummy is really flat. I slid my hand down until I felt my fingers sliding into the crinkly hair there. Her legs opened wider, and I felt a moist heat on my hand, coming from between her legs. Holding my hand flat, I slid it down through her hair, over her pussy. When it got lower between her legs, I was kinda shocked to find that she was soaking wet there. The bedspread under her butt was all wet, and I could feel more leaking from inside her.

I felt her hand leave my head, and heard her slap both hands down next to her hips. Her butt lifted up off the bed, pressing her warm, wet pussy against my hand. She moaned again. “Oh, God yes, Baby… Touch my pussy, Baby Girl. Touch it for Mommy…”

I remembered how Mommy had taken her time with me last night, kinda teasing me a little bit. The way she’d made love to me had made everything build up until it was like a big explosion inside of me. I wanted it to be like that for her, too, so I decided to slow down a little bit. I lifted my head up from her nipple, and raised myself up so that I was kneeling on the bed with her thigh between my legs. I sat down on her leg, slowly rubbing my pussy up and down.

I looked at her face then. She was beautiful! There were little beads of sweat on her upper lip and on her forehead, her mouth was open a little bit as she breathed in and out really fast, kinda panting. Her skin, from her chest to her neck and up into her face, was flushed a deep red color. Her arms had fallen back so that her hands were just above her head. As she lay there panting, her tits were rising and falling, her nipples pointing straight up at the ceiling. I thought she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my life, and I felt a rush of love again, knowing that she wasn’t just my Mommy, but she was my girlfriend and my lover, too.

When she met my eyes, I smiled at her. She smiled back, still breathing hard. “You’re so beautiful, Mommy,” I said. “It almost makes me want to cry, you’re so beautiful.”

I saw the flush in her face deepen in color, and she smiled shyly. “I feel the same way about you, Baby Girl,” she said softly.

I stayed where I was, looking down at her. I kept sliding my hips back and forth, dragging my pussy over the skin of her thigh. It felt lovely, wet and hot, and I didn’t want the feeling to ever end. I reached up and started to kinda pet her boobs again, touching her nipples lightly with my fingertips, then dragging them down across her flat tummy. I just touched her everywhere I could reach; it made me feel good to see that every time my fingers touched her, her breathing got even quicker and she gasped and whimpered.

I reached behind me with one hand and started to run my fingertips along the inside of her thigh, the one that I wasn’t sitting on. Her skin was hot under my fingers, smooth and soft. I let my fingers trail almost all the way to her pussy, stopping just before I touched her there, and moving back down towards her knee again. After I did that a few times, I saw Mommy give me a smile and a kinda pleading look.

“You’re torturing me, you know,” she said softly. “Where did you learn how to be a tease?”

I smiled right back at her. “I’m just doing the same kinda things you did to me, Mommy,” I said.

She giggled softly, then gasped as I finally let my fingertips brush up and over her pussy. Her hips lifted up off the bed again, lifting me with them as her thigh raised up. I moved then, cuz I wanted to be able to pay attention to what I was doing. I wanted to make Mommy scream when she came. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to do that, but I was determined that I was gonna try to.

I knelt between her thighs, and I gasped when I finally got my first really good look at Mommy’s pussy. It was beautiful! There was no hair down between the insides of her thighs, just on the top. With her legs spread like they were, I could see everything. There were delicate little folds inside, like there were two sets of lips, not just one. I’d never really had a close up look at a pussy before, and I was surprised at how pretty Mommy’s was.

The hair there was exactly the same color as the hair on her head, bright, orangey-red, like a little fire on top of her pussy. I could see something, I wasn’t sure what, kinda poking out up near the top of her slit, like a teeny little button. There were light pink little folds of skin around it, that continued down to where I could just start to see the inside of it. Everything was a light, pretty pink color, and glistening wet, shining in the dim light. Down lower, I could see the tight little crinkle of her butt hole. I just knelt there and stared at everything, my fingers stroking both of her upper thighs.

I was a little hesitant at first, cuz I didn’t quite know where to start. I took a breath, and then I ran the fingers of both hands down from the top of Mommy’s pussy, through the hair and down along the sides of her wet pussy. It was hot! Hot and wet, and I suddenly noticed that there was a heavy, musky-sweet smell coming from there. I breathed it in deeply. It smelled wonderful!

When I could finally look up again, Mommy was staring at me with something that I didn’t recognize in her eyes. Love, yes; there was lots of love in her eyes. But there was something else, too, that I didn’t have a name for. Whatever it was, though, it made me shiver and feel all hot and tingly. I liked the way she was looking at me.

I musta looked nervous or something, cuz she smiled at me again. “You’re doing just fine, Baby Girl,” she whispered. “More than just fine; you’re doing everything perfectly.”

I still hesitated, though. I wasn’t quite sure what to do next. “Just touch me, Baby,” she said softly. “Touch me anyway that you want to.”

She smiled lazily, and brought one hand down to her own pussy, showing me. “This,” she said quietly, barely touching the little button-like thing, “is my clitoris, or my clit. It’s the most sensitive part of a girl’s body. The only reason it’s there is to make you feel good, to give you pleasure. It feels wonderful when it’s touched or kissed or licked.”

“This…” She brought her finger lower, to the opening that led inside her pussy. “This, you know of course, is my vagina. Or my pussy, or my cunt; whichever you prefer. It feels wonderful when you have something inside of it, moving back and forth.”

She smiled again, her hand returning to lay on the pillow near her head. “Just explore, Baby Girl. You can’t do anything wrong. Just explore and play with me.”

That intense look came back into her eyes as she kept staring at me.

“Just keep making love to me, Baby,” she whispered. “I’m yours; you can do anything you want to do to me.”

Still staring into her eyes, I ran my fingers up and back through the hair on Mommy’s pussy. As my fingers slid over her skin, she moaned softly, lifting her butt up again, pressing her pussy against my hands. Even though I wasn’t sure if I’d do it right, I moved so that I could lay on my tummy between her legs, my face really close to her pussy.

I could smell that musky-sweet smell even stronger now, it almost made me feel faint it was so nice. Slowly, I kinda edged closer and closer, then I pressed my lips against the wet skin of Mommy’s pussy. She moaned loudly the moment my lips touched her. Her hands came back down and caressed the sides of my head, stroking my hair as I began to put light little kisses all over her wet, hot flesh. I looked up across her body to see her staring at me, her eyes even more intense now, bright and glittery looking.

I still had my lips closed, just giving her pussy little light kisses. I was a little nervous, but in the end, I was more curious than nervous. I parted my lips, letting my tongue slide out a little bit, and tentatively tasted Mommy’s pussy.

Oh, my God, it was wonderful! It was strange for a few seconds, then, as the taste kinda exploded in my mouth, I thought it was amazing! It’s kinda hard to explain; it was like, I was tasting Mommy, but more than that. I was tasting her pleasure, tasting the things I was doing to her, tasting the way that I was making her feel. It was the most amazing thing I’d ever done!

Mommy’s reaction was immediate. When my tongue touched her, her hips bucked up off the bed again, grinding against my mouth. Her fingers tangled up in my hair, and she held me like that, pressing my face into her pussy. Now that I knew what to expect, I let my tongue move faster, exploring everywhere. Her skin was hot and wet, slick with my saliva and the wetness coming from inside her. God, this was so exciting! Mommy was whimpering and moaning steadily now, grinding her pussy in little circles against my mouth. I kept licking and kissing, tasting her. I couldn’t get enough of that wonderful taste!

Even though it was kinda hard to think straight, I remembered the things that Mommy had done to me, and I tried to imitate them now. I pushed my mouth hard against the opening of her pussy, and pushed my tongue out as far as I could, so that it slid inside of her. She gave a short scream, pulling me even harder against her, kinda like she wanted to pull all of me up inside of her. I felt the muscles inside tighten down on my tongue, then relax, then tighten again. This was so awesome!

I pushed my head back up, letting my tongue lick all along the whole way of Mommy’s wet pussy, till I got to that button thingy. Her clit? Yes, her clit, that’s what she called it. I let my tongue move across it before I closed my mouth on it and started to suck on it. Mommy gave a high-pitched cry, really loud, and clamped her legs tight around my head.

I noticed that every time my tongue touched it, it made her hips bounce up really hard, so I figured it must feel really good to her. I started to poke at it with the tip of my tongue, and she cried out even louder this time. Dimly, I could hear her talking to me, the words coming out really fast now, breathlessly.

“Don’t stop, Baby, don’t stop. Oh, God, Baby, that’s perfect! Keep doing that, Baby, yes! Your fingers, Baby Girl, use your fingers! Fuck me with your fingers, Jenny, please!!”

Fuck her? I didn’t know what that meant, but I tried to get my hand closer, so my fingers could touch her.

“Inside, Baby Girl, please! Put your fingers inside my pussy. Fuck me, Baby, fuck Mommy with your fingers!”

I got it then. I moved my hand, and then slid one finger through her slit, into the opening of her pussy. She moaned, loud and long.

“More, Baby, please! Put more in there!”

When I put a second finger inside of her, I felt her pussy clamp down really hard on them. She was still begging me to put more in, so I put a third, and then a fourth finger inside her pussy. It was wet and hot inside of her, slippery with the wetness flowing out of her.

“Move them in and out now, Baby.” She was gasping, panting. “In and out, Baby, that’s right. Oh, my God, Jenny!”

That last word, my name, was a long, high-pitched scream. Mommy’s fingers were holding my hair, all tangled up in it, pulling me against her pussy. I didn’t want to ever stop, even though my mouth was starting to ache a little. I kept sucking on her clit, then by accident, my teeth bit down a little bit, not hard, but it made Mommy scream out really loud. She wasn’t really talking now, just making all kinds of noises, grunting and groaning. Her hips were bouncing up and down on the bed. My fingers were wet and slick, sliding in and out of her pussy. I couldn’t believe how hot it was inside of her!

All of a sudden, Mommy’s whole body arched up off the bed, lifting me along with it. she was stiff, little shudders running through her whole body, her legs kinda trembling as she used them to hold my head locked against her pussy. I felt a big hot gush of liquid pour of her, all over my hand and chin, soaking the bedspread even more. She let out this long, strange sounding noise; I guess it’s what they mean when they say that someone wailed. It went on forever, it seemed like, her pussy clamping down on my fingers, squeezing them. I wondered if it was ever gonna stop!

Finally, Mommy shuddered again, really hard, and then her body went limp. She just kinda fell down onto the bed. Her breathing was really ragged, deep and hoarse sounding. I stopped moving my fingers inside her, and I moved my mouth away from her clit. Just like she had done last night, though, I stayed there, with my head laying on the top of her thigh. Slowly, I let my fingers slip out of her, and before I did anything else, I brought them to my mouth, tasting the sticky, musky liquid. Then I closed my eyes and just lay there, my fingers lightly stroking through the hair on Mommy’s pussy, kissing her there now and then.

After a little while, her breathing calmed down, and I heard her heave a deep sigh. Her fingers kinda toyed with my hair, playing with it absently.

“Oh, Baby Girl,” she said quietly. “I don’t think that I’ve ever come that hard before in my life. That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.”

I rolled my eyes up so I could look at her. She was looking down at me, smiling. “You mean it?” I said. “You aren’t just trying to make me feel good?”

She pulled me up then, so that I was laying next to her, my head resting on her shoulder. She stroked my back, making me shiver a little. “I really mean it, Baby,” she said. “I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life.”

She sighed deeply again. “You,” she said, kissing the tip of my nose, “have just succeeded in making me your sex slave, Baby Girl. And that was your first time! I’m almost afraid to find out how good you’re going to be at this when you have some more practice!”

I could feel myself blushing. “I really did okay, then? Really?”

“Baby, trust me,” she said. “No one has ever done what you just did to me. I started coming the moment your mouth touched my pussy, and it just kept getting better and better.”

I felt a warmth rush through my body. I hadn’t really paid attention before, but now that it was over, I realized that I’d been really scared that I wouldn’t do it right, that somehow, I wouldn’t be able to make Mommy feel what I wanted her to feel. I felt myself blush again, and I snuggled down into her shoulder, letting her hold me. We stayed that way for a few minutes, just being close to each other.

“Mommy?” I said after a while.

“Mmm… Yes, Baby Girl?”

I tried not to smile, but I couldn’t help grinning. “If you’re my sex slave,” I said, “does that mean you hafta make love to me anytime I want you to?”

She laughed quietly. “Yes, I suppose it does, Baby. Though I may live to regret telling you that.”

“Then I want you to make love to me, Mommy. Right now, please!”

She rolled me onto my back, looking down at me. She kissed me, gently, staring at me for a few seconds. “Your wish,” she whispered softly, “is my command.”

I smiled and closed my eyes, waiting for her to begin. “Mommy, show me how,” I whispered. “Show me how to do everything…”

The End