Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Rachel was seated on her bed, legs crossed at the ankles, leaning back against the soft padded headboard, while her twelve-year-old daughter Bella stood before her, nervously fidgeting with the hem of the old pajama top she wore.

Even since that night a couple of months ago, when she’d discussed masturbation with her timid child, Rachel had yearned for the chance to teach Bella even more about the wonders of her body… and share them with her.

At first, she’d tried her best to ignore the feelings of sexual desire that her daughter had awakened, telling herself, It’s just part of these lesbian cravings I’ve been experiencing. Obviously, I don’t want to go to bed with my little girl. I don’t, damn it!

But try as she might, those forbidden longings continued to prey on Rachel’s mind.

She found herself trying to catch glimpses of Bella when she was in her underwear — or even nude, if she got the chance. The sight of the girl’s legs when in shorts, her bare tummy when she reached up for something on a high shelf, her bottom when she bent over to retrieve a dropped pencil; these glimpses of her child’s loveliness made Rachel tingle all over. She craved physical contact with her daughter, regularly giving Bella hugs and caresses, even inviting the girl to cuddle with her when they watched TV.

Then there was the sweet scent of the child — it bewitched her, made her light-headed, made her want things she shouldn’t. Rachel sometimes found herself at Bella’s door, drinking in the enticing aroma of her little girl for minutes at a time.

Still, she mostly managed to keep her mind away from genuinely sexual thoughts of Bella — at least she did until one night, after drinking two glasses of wine too many, when she turned in for the evening and had an unexpected dream of her daughter.

Rachel was walking barefoot down a hallway, dressed only in a filmy nightgown. Pausing at the doorway to her bedroom, she entered, only to be confronted by the sight of Bella — on her bed, curled up on the top blanket, completely naked.

Had she gasped? Rachel couldn’t recall that much of the dream. But the next moment etched itself deep into her consciousness: the girl raised herself up on one elbow, smiling sweetly at her dazed mother. “I love you, Mummy,” Bella said, her voice gentle and sweet. “Come be with me.” The meaning in the child’s words was unmistakable.

Now nude herself, Rachel slowly advanced, climbing onto the bed, drifting into her little girl’s outstretched arms. Bella’s head was tilted back, her eyes warm with adoration as their mouths came together in a kiss, the kind shared by lovers.

She remembered sucking on her daughter’s tongue, the softness of Bella’s bottom in her hands as she cradled the naked child.

And that was when Rachel jerked awake — panting for breath, her body damp with sweat, heart beating out a frantic tattoo. Her cunt was hot and juicy, and she quickly responded, sinking two fingers into the dripping hole.

Rachel fucked herself like a woman possessed, mauling her sex with both hands as she took that perverted fantasy from her dream and ran wild with it. Bella’s on her back, legs spread wide apart, waiting for the touch of Mummy’s mouth. I’m lying before her, so close to that pretty cunt that I can feel the heat of it on my face.

I can’t wait… and neither can Bella. Her eyes are bright and wide open; they tell me what she wants. As if still dreaming, I draw nearer and part my lips, taking a long, luscious lick. She moans, and the taste of her fills my mouth.

Then Rachel was coming hard, her jaw clenched hard enough to crack teeth as a colossal orgasm raged through her trembling frame, leaving her a spent, sodden mess.

She lay awake a long while after that, turning the dream and her fantasy over and over, examining it from every angle. In the end, it left her with one unavoidable conclusion: I want to make love to my daughter.

Rachel had known for awhile that she was sexually aroused by her twelve-year-old. She was able to live with that, even if it made her feel slightly uncomfortable. But these newer, more explicit wanderings of her mind were something else again.

Oddly enough, those vague feelings of guilt she’d had before were now completely gone. Instead of filling her with shame or embarrassment, Rachel’s fantasy of sex with her twelve-year-old daughter had put things into a sharper focus… and not only because those feelings of lust for Bella were now stronger than ever. Suddenly, the idea of a deeper intimacy with her child made perfect sense.

It would make her happy, she told herself. It would give Bella pleasure, teach her about the delights of her body — a woman’s body. Perhaps it would even help the girl overcome her shyness. Best of all, it would bring us closer together, make our love stronger.

That said, there was a formidable gulf between wanting to explore sex with your daughter… and actually making it happen. Rachel continued to fantasise about her child, masturbating again and again to images of touching Bella, kissing her, going down on her.

Getting into a lesbian relationship with her friend Jessica had shifted Rachel’s thoughts of Bella to the back burner, but hadn’t purged them. She still craved her daughter, much as ever.

Then, on the previous night, Jess had made a startling confession as they lay together in the afterglow of lesbian sex: she’d actually made love with her own daughter Alice, a blonde cutie about the same age as Bella.

Jess was hesitant to confess this, fearing her friend would be horrified; instead, Rachel was so turned on that she masturbated herself to a quick orgasm, all the while thinking, I’ve got to do this. I have to make this happen with my Bella.

In fact, Jessica’s story had so affected her that, for the first time, Rachel toyed with the notion of going even further, exploring these forbidden pleasures with her youngest child — Bella’s little sister, ten-year-old Cindy.

Why should I leave her out? Rachel reasoned. I want to make Bella feel more loved than ever, loved in a wonderful new way. Surely it would be wrong to cheat Cindy of that same closeness.

Rachel was strongly convinced of the rightness of her intentions toward the girls — so much so that she shared her plans with Jess, who was already thinking about being with her own daughter again.

Now Rachel sat on her bed, smiling at a timid Bella. Moments ago, she had approached her oldest child, asking if she wanted to learn more about sex. The girl had eagerly agreed… but now, in Mum’s bedroom, Bella’s shyness was beginning to manifest itself again.

Rachel studied her daughter’s pretty face. Despite her self-assured public persona and personal confidence, buoyed by the success she’d had in converting her best friend to the joys of lesbian love, a small voice in her head began to question her motives. Is this really the right thing to do? What if she gets scared? Most important of all, am I doing this for Bella or myself?

Contrasting the earlier conversation downstairs with Bella with her demeanour now, it was obvious that her daughter was uncomfortable with the idea of sex… and if she couldn’t talk about these fears with her own mother, how could Bella fully mature? Would she be able to make her own choices without being hobbled by guilt, shame or fear?

Rachel made her decision. If I’m the one who gives Bella nurturing, protection, schooling and a mother’s love, then surely it’s also on me to help my daughter learn how to have a happy, fulfilled sex life.

And if I happen to share in that enjoyment… well, so much the better.

“It’s okay, honey. Come sit with me,” said Rachel, patting the spot beside her on the bed.

Dressed in her usual summer nightwear — an old plaid pajama top, loose-fitting shorts and with bare feet — Bella sat halfway down the bed on her haunches. The girl’s hands were restless, moving up and down her thighs as though she was trying to rub away goosebumps.

Rachel gave her daughter a warm smile. “Do you remember a few months ago, when I showed you how to touch yourself?”

Bella nodded. “Uh-huh.”

“Have you tried doing it? Been practising at all?”

Bella looked down in embarrassment.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay,” Rachel said, using her most soothing tone of voice. “You’re growing up into a woman and I want to help you with that. I promise, you can be totally honest and tell or ask me anything.”

Looking up, Bella gazed into her mother’s eyes. She was reassured by what she saw in them, but still felt uncertain about where this was leading. The idea of learning more about sex stuff appealed to her… was Mum the one she wanted to learn from? The whole situation seemed awkward.

When Bella fooled around with Alice, she always got scared of the feelings that bubbled up inside her. Lately, her best friend had been kissing her more often, and kept wanting to see and touch her developing breasts — something Bella had inherited from her voluptuous mother.

The girls usually laid down side by side, facing each other. Their lips gently touched at first, then gradually increased in pressure with the occasional touching of tongues. At some point, Alice’s hands would wander to her breasts… and after a minute or two, Bella was relaxed enough to return the favour.

More recently, Alice had initiated her into French kissing, which she claimed to have seen in a film. She’d also begun to casually drop her hand between Bella’s legs, almost as if by accident. When that happened, Bella felt a jolt of pleasure mixed with fear; both made her heart race.

At that point Bella would stop her friend, mumbling about how worried she was that Mum might come in — once, even pretending she heard her mother coming up the stairs. It embarrassed her horribly, behaving like a great big scaredy-cat in front of her best friend.

In truth, she wanted to do these things with Alice — go further, even! — but she was afraid of what that said about her. Did she really want to be one of those girls who liked other girls?

Bella shivered as she recalled what happened that day when Chloe Winshaw and Siobhan Riley had innocently wandered around the school grounds, holding hands. That spotty oik Nigel Greaves began to hurl quiet abuse at the girls, hissing, “Bloody dykes… Jesus hates you, you sodding bitches… piss off and go throw yourselves in the river, you dirty cunts.” He knew how to time his insults so the adults wouldn’t hear, and in moments had reduced the two girls to weeping, protesting wrecks.

Someone grassed on Nigel, but his only punishment had been getting sent home for the rest of the day. Worse, some of the other girls pointedly avoided Siobhan and Chloe after that. Siobhan, in particular, had become far more quiet and withdrawn after the incident. The very idea of something like that happening to her filled Bella with helpless horror.

Her mind was in turmoil and, even though Mum seemed to be okay about the things she’d done with Alice, fear of the unknown still held her back, made her afraid.

“You can tell me anything, angel,” Mum said. “Anything at all. On my word, I’d never think less of you.”

Bella closed her eyes. I can’t go on like this. I need a helping hand, and Mum’s offering one. Best to take it. Pausing for a deep breath, she spoke.

“Sometimes I… d-do stuff, but I get scared, in case I make a noise and you come in and see.”

“What do you do?”

Go on, say it. “You know, like touch myself… um, down there.”

“You masturbate?” Rachel questioned.

Bella immediately reddened and averted her eyes. “Uh-huh,” was all she could get out.

Rachel realised that she had some work to do. “Sweetheart, if you can’t even say the word, you’ll always think of it as something wrong or bad. I promise you, it’s not.”

Bella looked up, something akin to fear in her eyes.

Reaching out to place a hand on her daughter’s, Rachel said, “Bel, I really want to help you, and I think the first thing is to help you understand that sex is not dirty or wrong. In fact, provided you’re sensible and careful, it’s a wonderful, beautiful thing. So I need you to forget about getting caught, stop being afraid and just… just trust me. Okay?”

Her daughter nodded. “Okay,” she whispered.

“Good girl. Now let’s start slow; I want you to tell me what it is that you do.”

Peering deep into her mum’s eyes, Bella saw only love. She took a deep breath, braced herself, then blurted out in a breathy voice, “I masturbate.”

“Good; that’s very good. How often?”

“Well, um, maybe a couple of times a week.” She paused, then added, “I’m not really sure, but… I don’t think I’m doing it right.”

Sensing she was making progress, Rachel gently asked, “Why do you think that, sweetheart?”

Bella hesitated. “Well, sometimes it feels good, and other times it’s…” She shrugged.

“There’s a lot of truth in the saying practice makes perfect. You have to experiment, learn what makes you feel good. Remember, not everyone masturbates the same way.” She hesitated, then said, “Does it feel good when Alice touches you?”

Bella flinched at the mention of her friend. So I was right, Rachel thought. They have been fooling around.

Reaching out, she patted her daughter’s arm. “Don’t worry, no-one told me, I haven’t been spying on you, and you’re not in trouble, far from it. I’m your mother, I know about the two of you practising stuff together and it’s absolutely okay. See, it’s normal for girls your age to experiment with other girls. I did, when I was even younger than you are.”

Bella was surprised at this news, but it seemed to relax her a little. “We haven’t done much!” she hastened to say. “But when she touches me d-down there… it feels really nice. Alice wants to do more, but I always get scared and, and make her stop. I like it, but then I freeze up. Oh, Mum — I don’t know what to do!” The girl’s lower lip was trembling.

“That’s because you’re still learning, sweetie. It’s like anything else in life. I remember when you took your first steps — you fell down quite a few times before you were up and walking.”

Bella gave a shaky laugh. “Did I? I don’t remember that!”

Oh, trust me, you were a clumsy baby at first. So… what’s it like when you touch yourself? Compared to when Alice does it to you.”

“It doesn’t feel the same. I touch myself like she did, but… well, not much happens.”

“Hmm.” Rachel stroked her chin, thinking. “I think you ought to show me how you do it.”

Suddenly nervous again, Bella looked at her mum, nibbling her bottom lip, certain that this wasn’t in the parenting manual.

“Tell you what,” Rachel added. “Would it help you to feel more comfortable if I undressed first?”

Bella felt her heart pump even faster. “I dunno, I guess… um, yeah.”

Without a word, Rachel swung her legs sideways and slid off the bed, rising to her feet. She looked briefly at the young girl, a wave of desire suddenly washing over her. Electing to prolong the moment, she slowly pushed the thin straps of her diaphanous midnight blue nightdress off her shoulders, one at a time, holding the front against her breasts to keep it from sliding off completely. Make it sexy, she told herself. Make her want you.

She waited until Bella’s eyes met hers again, smiled adoringly at the girl, then peeled the thin nightie away and let it fall to the floor.

Bella stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed at Rachel’s body, now bare but for tiny lace panties, little more than a postage stamp held up by string. She all but forgot to breathe, awed by the sight of her mum’s generous titties. Will mine ever be that nice? she wondered.

Rachel slowly brought both hands up to fondle her breasts, briefly rolling the nipples between thumbs and fingers. Her daughter’s face was a portrait of wonder. I wonder how long it’s been since she’s seen me nude, she wondered. Probably not since she was three or four, and we were taking a bath together.

Her anticipation mounting, Rachel slid her hands back down her sides, sliding both index fingers under the thin waistband of her matching g-string. Bending at the waist so her still firm breasts hung down in a most enticing way, Rachel pushed the barely-there knickers to her ankles and stepped out of them.

She moved casually towards Bella, slowly enough for her daughter to take in the view. Then, climbing on the bed, she crawled back to the headboard, offering the dumbstruck girl a very good look at her from behind, her puckered anus and shaved cunt on full display.

Her brazen display seemed to be working, too — Bella was mesmerised, not just by her mother’s beautiful, curvaceous body, but by the sheer eroticism of the moment. Rachel wasn’t just undressing… she was undressing for her daughter. A small, but crucial distinction.

Bella was clearly unsure how to respond, though. She simply sat there, hands knotted in her lap.

“Your turn, darling. Don’t be shy,” Rachel murmured.

After a few heartbeats, the young girl pushed herself up from the bed and got to her feet, then hesitated again, looking to Rachel for reassurance. “Are you sure this is okay, Mum? Um… what if Cindy wakes up?” She glanced nervously at the bedroom door.

“Don’t worry, darling,” said Rachel. “She’s fast asleep… and you don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Relax, this can be a lovely experience for us both if you’ll let it. We’ll take it nice and slow.” She smiled. “Go ahead. I want to see what a stunner my little girl has become.”

With clumsy fingers, Bella started to unbutton her pajama top.

“Wait. Come round to the side of the bed so I can see you properly. That’s better. Now, undress slowly. You should always take your time when you do that, to tease your lover. It makes it so much more exciting, builds the anticipation.” She laughed. “Believe me, there’s a little hint of sex kitten in every woman. Let’s see yours.”

With a shaky smile, Bella did as her mum asked. Standing a couple of feet away from her, she slowly undid each button, then for a moment, let her top swing open to provide a glimpse of the breasts concealed by the worn flannel. She hesitated for an instant, took a quick breath, then pushed the top off her shoulders, letting it fall behind.

Rachel hadn’t seen her daughter topless for a long while. She studied the girl’s breasts, impressed by the sight. My God… they’re absolutely perfect. She longed to take a nipple between her lips, to feel it stiffen as she teased it with a swipe of the tongue.

“Darling,” Rachel breathed, “you’re growing up beautifully. You should never be shy about showing your body off… to the right person, anyhow.”

Bella’s face seemed to light up at her mother’s compliment, but she did blush slightly, too. “I’m… I’m not that pretty,” she mumbled.

“Oh, you are, believe me. Now let’s see the rest of you.”

Her confidence increasing, Bella hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the shorts and pushed them down until they dropped loosely to the floor. She carefully lifted each foot out — then, as if acting quickly before she lost her courage, Bella grasped the elastic of her cotton knickers and tugged them down and off.

Now completely nude, the twelve-year-old slowly straightened herself, then stood before her equally naked mum, both hands clasped in front of her genitals.

Rachel drew closer. “There’s no need for modesty, baby girl… this is the start of the new you. Let me see.”

Unclasping her hands, Bella allowed them to drop by her side.

Rachel gazed lovingly at her daughter’s bare body — still that of a child, but with obvious hints of the woman she was becoming. Her breasts, while still budding, were already generous enough to play with. Rachel unconsciously licked her lips in anticipation, already picturing herself doing exactly that. Her eyes dropped lower to see a darkening growth of pubic down that was still sparse enough to show the line of Bella’s slit, which already glistened with a slight trace of moisture.

The shy tween studied her mum’s body, then looked down at her own.

Sensing her daughter’s thoughts, Rachel assured Bella, “Don’t worry, darling. Your breasts will grow bigger soon enough. In fact, it looks like they’re well on the way. Come back and sit down, where you were before.”

Bella got back on the bed in her previous position; only now her knees were slightly parted, giving her mum a good view of her pussy.

As Rachel seated herself on the side of the bed, facing her daughter, Bella gazed thoughtfully at her mum’s vulva. “Do you, uh, shave your thingy?”

“Bella! It’s called a vagina.”

The girl’s cheeks flushed. “I know; we learned it at school.”

“Well, you’re becoming a woman now, so you oughtn’t to use words like ‘thingy’. There are lots of names for it; in the old days, some used to call it a minge or a fanny, but I suppose the most common name nowadays is pussy. If you want to be really naughty, you can call it your cunt.”

Bella started, surprised by her mum’s language, but Rachel just smiled. “Why don’t you try saying those words, darling? It’s exciting to use them when you have sex.”

Suddenly feeling like a wicked child, Bella blurted, “Pussy. Cunt!” then burst into giggles.

Rachel couldn’t suppress a small laugh of her own. “There, now you’re getting relaxed. To answer your question, I sometimes shave my pussy, but that can cause a rash or leave it a bit sore, so I mostly use a cream or wax.”

“My pussy doesn’t have much hair,” Bella said, looking down, idly touching the fine pubic down. “It’s really soft.”

Rachel felt her skin prickle with a growing sense of arousal. “Okay, let’s get started. We’ll begin with the basics.” She was keen to begin her daughter’s education, feeling hungrier by the second for the potential delights that lay ahead.

“Last time I just showed you where to touch yourself. Really, though, we should’ve started with something more basic, like kissing. After all, when you like a girl — or a boy, whichever you happen to prefer — it’s usually the first thing you do. The other fun stuff comes later, if you decide you like the person enough to do more.”

Bella’s eyes lit up at the mention of kissing girls, and now she was paying especially close attention to her mum.

Rachel opened her legs slightly. “Come a bit closer, darling… sit right in front of me.”

Bella scooted across the bed to face Rachel, unable to keep herself from glancing repeatedly between her mother’s thighs.

Reaching out, Rachel gently took Bella’s chin between her index finger and thumb, then leaned in to kiss her daughter on the mouth.

Before she could, Bella drew back sharply. “Wh-what are you doing, Mum?”

Rachel looked curiously at her naked girl, aware that this was not going to be easy as she’d hoped. Got my work cut out, she thought. “I’m kissing you.”

“But… you’re my mum. Mums and daughters aren’t supposed to kiss like that.”

“I’m just trying to show you how it’s done, love. Watching people kiss on TV, or looking at pictures in a book won’t help you know how it feels.”

“I guess,” Bella nodded, but she still seemed hesitant.

Reaching out for her daughter’s hand, Rachel gave it a squeeze. “It’s okay, darling. We can take it slowly, and we can stop any time you like, but I really want to help you through this, so you can enjoy what you do with Alice without being scared about it. In fact, her mum is probably talking with her right now, just like we are.”

“Is she?” A sudden thought popped into Bella’s head. Did Alice learn how to do French kissing from her mum, then? It was an intriguing notion, one that made her feel all warm and tingly inside.

“Oh I’m pretty sure she is, or has already. In fact, while we’re on the subject, there’s something I should tell you. I want to be honest, and prove to you that it’s okay to like girls.”

Bella gave her mum a quizzical look.

“I had sex with Jessica. We’re lovers, in fact.”

Bella looked stunned at this news. “But you were married… to Dad.”

“Yes, I was. But now he’s gone, and I don’t want to bring another man into our lives. The thing is, I still have needs, sexual needs… and I’ve discovered that I want to satisfy those needs with a woman.”

“So I guess that means you’re a, a lesbian, huh? Is Alice’s mum one too?”

“Well, I’ve been interested in women for a long time, even when your father and I were still together, but now I identify as gay. And yes, I think Jessica feels the same. We’ve only made love once, mind you — last night, while you and your sister were out. Jess and I both needed someone and we’ve been best friends, like you and Alice, for a long time. It just happened, and we haven’t really talked about the future.” She paused, studying her daughter. “Are you okay with that?”

Bella parted her lips, on the verge of speaking — then fell silent, not knowing what to say.

Seeing her daughter’s quiet struggle, Rachel decided to let her own actions speak instead. She reached out once again to touch the girl’s cheek, then drew close, guiding Bella’s face to hers.

This time their mouths met… and lingered.

Sensing that her child was balanced on the cusp of excitement and fear, Rachel made the kiss as warm and tender as she could, her lips brushing, caressing the soft jewel of Bella’s mouth.

After a few moments she pulled away, pleased to see that her daughter’s eyes had drifted shut. Using both hands to cup the sides of Bella’s face, she moved in to kiss her again — only this time, she flicked across the girl’s lower lip with her tongue.

Bella gasped in surprise, and Rachel seized her opportunity, sliding her tongue between the twelve-year-old’s parted lips. This time, her daughter didn’t pull away, so Rachel deepened the kiss ever so slightly, circling the girl’s mouth once, twice, three times.

Bella finally broke away, though gently, and gave her mum a smile. “It’s okay, Mum. If you want to be gay and it makes you happy, then I’m happy too.” She giggled. “And all this time, I was scared of what you’d say if you found out what I was doing with Alice. Silly me, huh?”

Grinning foolishly, the love she felt for this wonderful girl glowing through every inch of her, Rachel wrapped both arms around her daughter. “Thank you, sweetheart.” Their noses almost touched as she added, “Now… let’s carry on with your lesson, shall we?”

Bella slowly nodded, a new, thrilling warmth in her eyes. “Okay, Mum… I’m ready.”

Trek on to Chapter Twelve!