Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Barbie Doll

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in August 2006 }

My name is Barbie, and I love to sexually dominate older women.

I first realized that I was a lesbian at the age of eleven. I lived in a very liberal area where sex was a more freely discussed topic than in most parts of the country… and I was something of a computer whiz at an early age, so I thoroughly explored the world of sexual information available on the internet. It didn’t take me long to figure out that girl/girl sex got me incredibly hot, while porn involving guys didn’t interest me at all. I learned everything there was to know about lesbians before I even kissed another girl.

When I was twelve I finally got another girl my age into bed with me… but even though the sex was fun, I was left somewhat dissatisfied. I thought long and hard about what I wanted, and finally came to two conclusions.

First, my interest was definitely in grown-up women, not in girls my age. Second, the idea of being in control of an older woman was a tremendous turn-on for me. I’d been a very shy and quiet girl before realizing my true sexuality… and that made me want to change, so I did. Completely.

I began to hang out at the mall, wearing the sexiest outfits I could get away with… and when I made eye contact with a hot older woman, I made my gaze as provocative as possible, taking in every inch of her body. I wasn’t trying to hit on them all, just sending out hints to capture the attention and desire of women who might be interested in fun and games with a twelve-year-old girl. I knew there had to be at least a few of them out there somewhere. Sure enough, on one incredible Saturday, I hit pay dirt.

I was sitting on a bench in one of the many rest areas located throughout the mall, watching the shoppers pass by, especially the women I judged to be in the 25 – 40 age range. When I saw one I thought was really sexy, I would try to make eye contact. I always had a bra on when I left the house, in order to avoid any suspicions my mom might have. When I got to the mall, however, I would go to the ladies’ restroom, remove my bra and put it in my purse. With just a tank top or t-shirt on, my nipples stood out quite prominently. Of course, that was the image I wanted to achieve.

That day, I’d been sitting for about half an hour without anything interesting happening. A couple of attractive thirty-something women looked at me, but shortly after I made eye contact with them, they looked away and continued on. I was just about to stand up and take one final stroll through the mall before going home when a lady carrying a couple of shopping bags sat down on the bench directly across from me. She looked to be about thirty-five and was carrying a few extra pounds, but on her, they looked scrumptious. I noticed she didn’t have a wedding ring on her finger. I wasn’t sure, of course, but thought she might be interested. This was my chance to make a move.

I felt not a trace of fear. What was there to lose? Even if she was truly offended, and made a scene, who would believe a twelve-year-old girl had tried to make sexual overtures to a grown woman?

I made eye contact with her and smiled. She smiled back at me. I then pushed out my chest to make sure she got a good look at my titties. We made eye contact again and I slowly licked my lips. I decided the time was right to become even bolder. I was wearing a short skirt, the hem of which was now at least halfway up my thighs. Slowly I moved my knees apart to the point where I was sure she could see my panties. I saw her eyes move downward. Her eyes were glued between my legs, and her face grew slightly flushed at the show I was giving her.

I could feel my pussy getting damp. I’d masturbated at least once every day during the past week, but still felt extremely aroused. I was almost certain that she’d taken the bait, and decided the time was right to go for broke.

I stood up, walked over to where the woman was and sat down next to her. “Did you like what I showed you?” I asked, looking up at her.

The woman replied, “What do you mean?” It was obvious that she was very nervous, unsure of what to do next.

“I wanted you to see my panties. Did you like it when I let you look under my dress?” I asked.

“Is this some kind of set-up?” she asked. “Are you playing some kind of prank on me?”

I could understand her nervousness, and knew I had to reassure her I was serious, or this opportunity would be lost.

“My name is Barbie. I am very turned on by sexy women like you,” I said. “and I think you like young girls like me.”

That seemed to satisfy her that I was for real, because she quickly became more relaxed.

“My name is Angela, and I got very wet when you flashed your panties to me,” she said.

“Would you like to see more of me?” I asked her. “I’d like it if you showed me your body, too. I’ll bet you’re beautiful with your clothes off.”

I suggested we visit the ladies room together, but Angela had a better idea. She told me that she was parked in the mall lot, and asked if I would like to come to her car. I eagerly agreed, and she told me to follow her.

Angela and I moved through the mall and to the parking lot, where her car was waiting. Once we were inside, she drove to the far corner of the lot where no one else was parked. She backed into one of the stalls next to the perimeter fence, explaining that this way nobody could sneak up behind us, and we could see if anyone approached from the front. I wondered if she’d ever done this kind of thing before.

We chatted for a few minutes, during which time Angela told me she was a single mom with a seven-year-old daughter. It turned out that her apartment was only a couple of miles from my home. She was thirty-four years old and her husband had taken off with his secretary two years ago.

Soon there was a lull in the conversation, and I sensed that she was waiting for me to make the first move. That was fine with me. I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to me. I pressed my lips to hers, and within a few seconds, I had my tongue in her mouth.

The kiss went on for a long time, neither of us wanting it to end. With my free hand, I began to fondle her breasts. Even with a bra on I could easily feel her stiff nipples, and I began teasing them with my fingers. This got her unbelievably excited.

When we finally broke our kiss, Angela lifted up her sweater and unhooked her bra, giving me easy access to her very large breasts. God, they were perfect.

“Kiss them for me, Barbie — please,” she whispered.

I didn’t need any further encouragement. I licked her nipples, gently at first. By now, my pussy was all but dripping. I became more aggressive, biting gently at her breasts and rolling her nipples between my fingers.

She began to moan helplessly. “Oh, God, that feels so fucking good. I miss this so much… ever since my little girl was nursing.”

I had a cool, dirty idea, and I said, “Do you want to be my mommy, and have your little girl Barbie nurse from you?”

Angela moaned, her entire body trembling with arousal. “Oh yes, baby. I’ve dreamed about something like this for years, b-but never thought it could happen,” she said.

I nuzzled at her breasts for several minutes before lifting my face to hers. “Would you like to see under my dress again? I’ll show it to you, Mommy, if you’ll let me see you, too,” I said in my best little-girl voice.

“Yes, Barbie, please let me see you,” Angela begged.

With that, I raised my bottom, pulled my skirt up to my waist and spread my legs. This time it was Angela who initiated the kiss. As her tongue invaded my mouth, I felt her hand on the inner part of my thigh.

Her fingers were almost touching my pussy, but then I pulled away from her and said, “No more, Mommy… not until you show me your panties.”

I now felt in complete control of this woman who was old enough to be my real mother… and that was an incredible turn on.

“Of course baby, anything you want,” she responded.

I watched as she lifted her ass off the seat and hoisted her skirt up. She was wearing light blue bikini-style panties, one of my favorite colors. I thought about how sexy this scene would be for anyone who could see us — Angela with her breasts exposed and her skirt hiked up, me with my panties in plain view.

She leaned over and kissed me. We slowly explored each other’s mouths with our tongues. As the kiss lingered, I reached over and placed my hand about halfway between her knee and her crotch. She followed my lead, and I soon felt her hand return to my thigh.

For the next several minutes we teased one another, moving our fingertips up toward, but never quite touching, each other’s pussies. I could feel juices leaking from my slit, and was certain Angela was just as wet as me. I ached to put my hand inside her panties, but I wanted her to beg me for it.

A short time later, I got my wish when Angela said, “Oh God my sweet Barbie, please make your mommy come.”

“Oh my, Mommy,” I purred, “I think you must be a pervert. Do you really want a little girl like me to play with your cunt?”

“Please, honey, make Mommy feel good. I will do anything you want!” she gasped.

This was such a rush for me. I had the sexual power over an older woman that I’d craved so desperately. I decided to take that control one step further.

I reached down, hooked my fingers into the waistband of my panties and slipped them down my legs and off. I turned them inside out and handed them to Angela. “These are all wet for you, Mommy. I want you to smell them.”

She didn’t hesitate for a second, bringing my panties to her face and inhaling deeply. “Lovely,” she sighed.

“Now I want my mommy to take off her panties,” I said.

Angela raised up, wriggled out of her light blue bikini knickers and handed them to me. I brought them to my face, breathing in deeply just as she had done. I savored the scent of her pussy, then licked the musky smelling crotch. Delicious was the only word I could think of to describe the taste.

Suddenly I had another perverse idea. “Does Mommy really need to come?” I asked her.

“Oh, Jesus, Barbie, if I don’t get off soon I’m going to go crazy,” she said pleadingly.

“Okay, then, show your little girl how Mommy masturbates when she needs to come,” I said.

“Oh please, sweetie, won’t you help Mommy?”

“Maybe I will later, but first you will have to show me how you get yourself off,” I answered.

Angela hesitated for a moment, then moved her hand down between her wide-spread legs. I felt a bit sorry for her, so I reached over and began to squeeze her right breast. As I teased the nipple, she began fucking herself. Wow, that was sooo exciting!

About a minute later, she gasped, “Mommy is coming. Oh God, so g-good!” Her body began to tremble and twitch. It took another full minute before Angela finally went limp and she’d come down from her high.

I kissed her again and told her, “I love my new mommy.”

“Oh, Barbie, I love you too. I’ll d-do anything you ask, only let me be with you again.”

“Now Barbie wants Mommy to make her feel nice,” I said. “If you’re good to me, maybe we can be lovers.”

Angela immediately reached over and began to run her fingers up and down my pussy lips. Moments later I felt her entering my tight pussy hole, then she slowly finger-fucked me. I was in a state of euphoria as I felt my orgasm approach. Then Angela’s finger moved up and teased my clitoris. In a matter of seconds, I exploded in a mind-shattering climax.

Angela remained silent as I slowly regained my composure. I looked over at her and watched as she lovingly licked the finger that had been inside my cunny.

“Did Mommy make her little girl feel nice?” she asked.

“Yes, you did… and because you were such a good mommy, I will make you come the next time we are together,” I told her. She was thrilled to hear that.

Angela suggested we exchange phone numbers, but I thought it might be too risky if my mom or dad answered the phone and I wasn’t home. She agreed with my thinking and wrote her number on a piece of paper for me. I promised to call her in a couple of days and arrange a meeting place where she could pick me up and we could go to her condo where we would be safe. She gave another long French kiss, then drove to where my bicycle was. Before I got out, I gave Angela my panties and she gave me hers.

I got home just in time for dinner. In bed later, I thought about my encounter with Angela and soon my hand was inside my pajama bottoms. I jilled off, then fell into a deep sleep.

***

Over the next three days, I lost count of the number of times I made myself come while conjuring up images of our hot parking lot encounter. I decided to make her wait awhile before I phoned, knowing Angela would be anxiously awaiting my call. In my devious little mind I was sure that the longer I made her wait, the more power and control I would be able to exert over her.

On the evening of the fourth day after we met, my parents announced they were going out for the evening and would likely not be back until quite late. I decided this would be an ideal time to make contact with Angela. Once Mom and Dad were gone, I dialed her number.

As soon as she answered, I said in my best little girl voice, “Is that my sexy mommy?”

I liked her response. “Oh Barbie, Mommy has been going crazy, hoping you would call.”

“Are you really hot for your little girl?” I asked her.

“God, yes, sweetheart, you’ve been on my mind almost constantly,” she answered.

“How many times have you played with yourself since we were together?” I asked.

“I can’t remember, but every night when I get into bed, my hand is inside my panties.”

I asked her what she thought about when she masturbated, and other questions designed to elevate her level of arousal. After several minutes of sexy conversation, she said, “I have to put my little girl Cheryl to bed, sweetheart. Will you call me back in ten minutes?”

“I will, Mommy, but I want you to take off all your clothes first… and get those panties I gave you when I call back. You still have them, don’t you?”

She said, “Yes I do, Barbie. I love to smell them when I’m in bed at night. I’ll be ready when you call.”

When I hung up, my panties were very wet. I loved this sense of power that I had over this lady who was almost as old as my real mommy.

I went to the closet where I had hidden Angela’s panties, placed the crotch under my nose and inhaled deeply. I could still smell the musky odor of her pussy, and it was with some difficulty that I was able to resist the temptation to jill off.

I waited for about half an hour before I picked up the phone, knowing she would be in a frenzy because I hadn’t called back when I said I would. I felt so deliciously wicked.

She picked up the phone after the first ring and said, “Thank God, Barbie. I have been sitting by the phone for the last twenty minutes, waiting for you to call.”

I asked her if she was naked, and if she had my soiled panties as I’d instructed.

She said, “Yes, Barbie. I always want to do what my little girl tells me to do.”

I told her to sniff the crotch of my knickers.

She said, “They smell beautiful.”

“Feel your pussy, Mommy. How wet are you?”

“Oh, Barbie, my pussy is gushing.”

“Okay, now we’re going to jill off together. I want us to try to come at the same time.”

“That sounds lovely, sweetheart. I’m ready.”

Angela came just shortly before I did, but it was a beautiful climax for both of us.

After we regained our respective composures, Angela told me that she wanted to get together again soon. We agreed she would meet me at the mall on Saturday morning, as her daughter would be at her dancing class, then we could go back to her apartment and have a couple of hours together before she had to pick up her daughter at noon.

“I love you, Barbie,” she said.

“That’s sweet. I’m very happy that you’re my new mommy,” I told her. We exchanged goodbyes and I hung up.

I felt exhausted and went to bed after a hot shower. I was surprised to find myself still feeling horny, and masturbated again before I fell asleep.

***

On Saturday morning, I told Mom I was meeting a friend at the mall. When Angela arrived, I was waiting at the agreed-on rest area.

I looked up and saw Angela walking toward me. My cunny was already damp as I thought about what was going to happen.

We didn’t waste any time, and were soon in Angela’s car on the way to her apartment. As soon as we were out of the parking lot, I reached over, put my hand on her thigh and squeezed it lightly.

“Oh, Barbie, that feels so nice,” she said in little more than a whisper. As we continued on our way to her place I slid my hand under the hem of her skirt. Slowly I moved my fingers upward until I was just a few inches from her crotch. “Please, sweetheart, wait until we get to my place,” she said.

I was the one in control, so I ignored Angela’s protestations and kept moving my hand higher. I was expecting to come in contact with her panties, but was surprised to find out that she wasn’t wearing any. My middle finger slipped easily between the lips of her slippery cunt.

“Oh my goodness… my dirty mommy forgot to put on her panties,” I said. I began slowly finger fucking her. “Do you think that dirty mommies like you deserved to be punished?”

Angela just smiled and said, “If you think I need to be punished, you can do it when we get to my place.” That was just what I hoped would happen.

I knew she was close to orgasm, but I didn’t want her to get off just yet. So I removed my finger and, after I sniffed it, brought it to her lips. She greedily sucked the juices off my finger. What a dirty pervert my new mommy is, I thought to myself. Just the kind of parent I always wanted. 

When we arrived at the apartment, Angela was at me like a hungry animal. As she held me tightly and kissed me, her hand found its way into my jeans.

It was time for me to take control of the situation. I broke away from her embrace and said, “Now take off your clothes.” Clearly shaken, she proceeded to take off her blouse, her bra, her skirt and finally her shoes.

I sat down in the closest chair and told her to lie across my lap. She did not hesitate to do as she was told. I looked down and saw this thirty-something woman acting like a docile child who knew she’d been naughty and was deserving of punishment.

Angela had a nice plump ass, and I delighted in running my hands over the soft skin before I pried the cheeks apart and studied her puckered rosebud. Then I brought my hand down hard on her ass, and she began to sob.

For the next few seconds, I spanked her as hard as I could. I could hardly believe how turned on I was by having this woman at my mercy. I continued spanking Angela until my hand was getting sore and her cheeks were a nice rosy red.

“I think you’re a fucking slut, Mommy. Are you?”

“Yes, Barbie,” she answered.

I shoved two, and then three fingers into Angela’s pussy and began to finger fuck her, hard and deep. I continued my assault until I knew she was close to coming. She began to push her cunt against my invading fingers and then I pulled my fingers out.

“Please, Barbie, make me come. I am so close,” she whimpered.

“You can come after you make your little girl feel good,” I told her.

Positioning herself between my legs, Angela pulled down my jeans, then my panties. She proceeded to go down on me until I exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm.

Once I regained the ability to move and speak, I rewarded Angela by licking her cunt for the first time. She came in my mouth.

We continued to meet each Saturday morning at the mall, and I grew more and more in control of my sexy new mommy with each hour we spent together.

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