Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Joanne

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

She’s just turned eight years old. I’m her grandmother.

We live some distance apart, and my daughter’s husband doesn’t approve of me, so I see little Chloe very rarely. We are together now only because my son-in-law is away on business, and my daughter has taken the opportunity to give me and Chloe some quality time together.

Chloe is a lovely and loving child, and whenever we are together all she wants to do is play. She teases me and runs away giggling, just as her mother did all those years ago, wanting me to chase her, to catch and tickle her. At eight years old, she’s ticklish just about everywhere — just like her mother was.

Sometimes when she’s cheeky I throw her across my knees and pretend to spank her. She loves that — squirming, not really trying to escape, just wriggling and squealing with laughter. A joy to behold, she is, and a sight that sends delicious tingles between my legs. She has her quieter moments too, when she just curls up in my lap, snuggling into me, warm and secure.

Often though, she will sit on my knee and beg me to stroke her back, in exactly the same way her mother did. I always loved doing that for her mother all those years ago, when she was a little girl… though I felt uneasy about it at first, and wouldn’t do it until she begged me to.

I touched my daughter Evie that way just to please her; not realizing, back then, what effect it would eventually have on both her and on me. I was shocked at what happened, at the time — now, I get wet just from the memory of it.

Evie would sit on the chair between my outspread legs, watching children’s television. I would gently and lightly stroke her back. She would purr her contentment but continue to watch TV, laughing at the funny bits. She would arch her back involuntarily as her lower back was reached by my caressing fingers. As she did this her bottom would rub up against me, pressing into my vulva. I had not expected such a reaction just from caressing my little girl’s back, but loved it. If Evie was even aware of what she was doing to me, she never let on.

Over the several weeks that followed my stroking got more and more daring — caressing her ears, her neck and her back down to the waistband of her panties. After a few times, she tried something new: pulling her top up to expose her bare back, which intensified the delicious chills running through her and made me more aroused than ever. I remember the smoothness and warmth of my daughter’s bare skin — and the effect that touching her had on me.

You see, by the time my little girl had started kindergarten, I was already a confirmed lesbian. The man who impregnated me with my child had been a one-night stand; the only male I’d ever had sex with. By the time Evie and I had begun to play our touching game, I’d already been with at least a dozen women, but had a deeper, darker secret: a growing desire for young girls, some even younger than ten.

I never thought that my forbidden craving would actually extend to my own daughter, but once she and I began to play in our special way, it proved impossible for me not to think of Evie as a sexual creature. I knew it was twisted and wrong of me, but those thoughts of making love to my little girl wouldn’t leave me alone. With our touching game, though, I felt that I was able to indulge my baby and myself without giving into my lust for her.

Give me credit for this much — I didn’t approach her first, and I never caressed Evie until she came to me and asked me to. The thing was, she seemed to be asking to play our little game more and more often. Nearly every day, in fact. Astonishingly enough, even this wasn’t enough to satisfy my incestuous hunger.

The sessions got more and more intense. Then, one day, she leaned back into me. This pressed her bottom firmly against my pubis, which throbbed wildly at her touch. Lifting the front of her t-shirt, she placed my hands on her bare chest, covering her button nipples. “Touch me here, Mommy?” was all she said.

She leaned into me with her eyes closed as I caressed her nipples, chest and belly, trailing my fingers down to the waistband of her panties.

This became a regular part of our routine: first Evie’s back, then her front… and each time I climaxed as her body pressed against mine, soaking my panties. It was all I could do not to cry out loud.

Then one day, while I was caressing her nipples, she took hold of one of my hands and, without a word, placed it below her panty line. She gasped and her breathing became rasping as I caressed her pubis. She spread her legs wide apart and pushed my hand even further down, between her trembling thighs. I gently cupped my daughter’s sex, only her panties covering the tender flesh of her pudenda. As I touched her that first time, Evie gave a long slow gasp, then began to thrust her hips forward as if she was having sex.

Her vulva would quickly become moist to my touch, soaking her pretty panties, and she would actually grind her bottom against me. I would climax again and again, my cunt flowing freely as I tensed and relaxed my thighs in time with her movements. Soon Evie came herself, mouth slightly open as her gasping and panting grew increasingly intense.

She would then hug me lovingly as she slowly came down from the height of her climax, usually falling asleep soon afterward. I’d hold her in my arms, blissfully content.

We regularly shared pleasure in this way for a couple of months, until the night my Evie became ten. That was when my daughter and I took our relationship to its next stage. It was then that she took hold of my hand and slipped it into her panties. That was when she first became noisy during our little games, moaning out loud and wailing as she came. She quivered all over, crying out, “Yes, yes, oh Mommy, yes.”

After that evening, my daughter knew exactly what she wanted. She would come to me, climb up into my lap and straddle me, facing forward. She would not be wearing panties at all. Evie would pull up her dress to allow me to stroke her bare back. She would squirm and moan as the feelings built up within her, then lean forward as her excitement grew, grinding her bottom back against me while I caressed her nipples, then her belly, her pubis and finally her smooth slit. My baby would scream, “Oh, Mommy… oh, oh, Mommy!” helpless in the grip of ecstasy.

These sessions did not occur every day, only when Evie wanted. Although I wanted her desperately and had to masturbate whenever the desire for my little girl became too strong, I was determined to be patient, to let her decide when we would play our secret game.

Then one day, Evie came to me totally naked. She straddled my knees as usual, but this time facing toward me. Her legs spread wide and her sex was gaping and moist. She just whispered, “Mommy,” just once. That single word told me that she was ready. I placed my hand on the rise of her mound, then worked a finger into my daughter’s vagina.

I thrust the other hand up my skirt and onto my pussy, squeezing it. My cunt throbbed in my hand, the slit dripping with thick fluids. Evie’s head lolled as I explored her with my fingers. Clearly she had penetrated herself before this, for there was no sign of a hymen. The thought of Evie masturbating in her bedroom with just the thickness of the wall between us had my pussy throbbing.

I fucked her with my fingers until she leaned back, clutching my thighs. She whimpered as she came, her juices coating my fingers. I joined her in an explosive orgasm, my panties now all but transparent with wetness.

“More, Mommy, more!” she begged.

I lifted her and laid down on the sofa, swept my hair back, knelt between Evie’s legs and went down on my little girl for the first time, licking every inch of her rosy pudenda until she came again, her cries of rapture music to my ears.

Once Evie had regained her breath, I picked my baby up and carried her to my bedroom, where we resumed our love play. This time, she wanted to explore me, and I was happy to let her. When she lay between my thighs and shyly kissed the fiery flesh of Mommy’s pussy, I moaned in ecstasy. Emboldened, Evie began to lick me, and I was lost to the sheer, undiluted bliss of it all.

Evie slept with me as my lover for the next eight years. Even now, my daughter and I fuck whenever she makes an overnight stay. Usually she comes to me alone, her husband keeping Chloe at home with him.

Now my granddaughter, this little virgin, tender and ripe, is seated in front of me enjoying the attentions I lavish on her bare back. Yes, my daughter has brought her own eight-year-old child to me. She didn’t stay herself, instead choosing to visit an old school friend, a woman I know who has been Evie’s secret lover for years.

Without saying so, my daughter hopes for her little girl to be educated in the ways of the women in our family, given an introduction to the world of lesbian love. And whether Chloe goes on to be straight, bi like her mother, or gay, she will hopefully become my lover for the foreseeable future, making the journey to her grandmother’s house as often as she can.

Then, little Chloe will receive an even sweeter treat — a night when her mommy Evie will join us to share pleasure in the warm haven of my bed, enjoying the body of her child for the first time.

What an incredible experience that will be, when mother, grandmother, and daughter bring their naked bodies together in a passionate dance of love. Just imagining it makes me smile.

The End