Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Note from JetBoy: Before this chapter kicks off, a bit of history. This story began running at Juicy Secrets over three years ago, and the previous, fourth installment ran a few months later. After that, author 3 Fingers Neat got hit by a serious case of writer’s block — starting the fifth chapter repeatedly, but never ending up satisfied with the result. He offered to hand the story over to me to complete, but as usual, I had too many stories in progress as it was. (These were the dark days after Cheryl’s and Naughty Mommy’s departure, and before Jacqueline Jillinghoff and BlueJean took up residence here as associate editors. So instead, I encouraged 3 Fingers to keep plugging away at this concluding chapter… and bless him, he did just that. A few weeks ago, I found the first draft of what you are about to read in my inbox. Please join me in thanking the author for his dogged perseverance.

Lord knows, I’ve made this request of you readers many times before, and will no doubt make it again… but I do strongly suggest reading the first four chapters before delving into this one. Your appreciation of the whole will be made much greater, I promise.

by 3 Fingers Neat

Turning off the shower, I wrapped my towel around Chelsea and pulled her to me, the soft terry cloth enveloping us both. She peered up at me with a soft smile of contentment. As I held her close, I was once again marveling at the good fortune of having this sweet young girl as my lover.

“Kim,” she asked as I began to dry her glistening body, “What time will Mom be here?”

“She’ll be here at four this afternoon. She has to drop your dad off at Seatac for his flight to Chicago, then plans to drive straight here.”

“Yeah! Oh, Kim, I can’t wait to see her.”

“That gives us four hours to get ready. Your mother won’t be stopping, not even for lunch, so she’s going to be really hungry when she gets here. Do you want to help me fix dinner? I’ve got some steaks, potatoes to bake and everything we need for a nice salad. There’s plenty for the three of us.”

“That’s perfect!” she exclaimed, gleefully clapping her hands.

After we dressed, which included a cute turn on Chelsea’s part when she teased me by dancing in nothing but panties, I saw her expression suddenly turn sober, like something was weighing on her mind.

Finally, she spoke up. “Kim? I’m sort of not feeling so sure about this…”

I thought I knew what was wrong, but thought it best to let her explain. So I merely asked, “About what, Chels?”

“About Mom. About me and Mom. I’m… kinda nervous.”

Kneeling before Chelsea, I took her in my arms, looking into those warm brown eyes. “What exactly are you nervous about, sweetie?”

“I’m worried if we make love, she and I won’t be the same after that. I mean… I don’t want things to change between us. Mom always tells me to make my own decisions, and not worry so much about what people say is good or bad… but this is a big, big step.” She paused, weighing her words. “I want us to be lovers… but I need her to be my mom even more. Um, does that make sense?”

I gave her a squeeze. “It totally does… and the fact that you’re concerned about it only proves how mature you are.”

“Okay, but what can I do so I won’t be so worried?”

“Tell her what you just told me. I think it’s exactly what your mother needs to hear from you. She’s nervous, too, you know.”

“Will you help me with what to say? I don’t know the right words.”

“If it were me, and you were my daughter, I’d want to be absolutely sure you wanted something to happen between us before I made a move. Actually, I’ve been thinking about this, and it seems to me that you should be the one to take the first step.” I bent down to kiss Chelsea on the forehead, hugging her close. “You know, one of the things I love most about you is your confidence. Well, tonight you’re going to show your mom that same confidence when you let her know that you want to be her lover. I promise you, that will be the icebreaker she needs.”

Gazing up at me, Chelsea nodded. “Thanks, Kim. That really helps.”

I patted her shoulder. “Good. Now c’mon – we need to take a quick trip to the grocery store if this dinner is going to amount to anything.”

Once Chelsea and I returned, laden with shopping bags, we got down to some serious prepping for our evening. As I arranged flowers, Chelsea got started on the salad. While working, we discussed how the evening should play out. After a while, I could see her confidence had returned, and knew my little lover was ready to entice her mother into bed.

Just as the daylight was starting to fade, candles were lit on the table and around the living room. We were ready.

The bell rang at 4 PM, right on the nose. Chelsea raced to the door and opened it. Karen reached down to embrace her daughter with a big hug, then playfully swung her around in a circle. Setting Chelsea back down, she reached out to take my arm and pulled me into their hug.

“Kim, thank you so much for inviting me. Are you sure I’m not intruding? This was supposed to be your time with Chelsea,” she said, pausing to kiss my cheek.

“We’re both excited you’re here,” I told her. Looking up, Chelsea nodded in agreement. “Now, are you ready to eat?”

“Please! I’m famished.”

We got Karen settled in the living room with a glass of red wine, which Chelsea insisted on pouring, then my young lover and I adjourned to the kitchen to put the final touches on our evening meal.

Soon, we were sitting at the table, ready to tuck in. I raised my glass. “Here’s to love,” I said, looking at Chelsea, then her mother.

“To love,” they responded as our glasses clinked.

Our dinner conversation was surprisingly normal, given that we all had a heightened sense of excitement over what was to come. When dinner was done we cleared the table, then moved to the living room to continue the discussion. Karen told us that Jim’s trip would likely be extended, as his company was counting on him to take over management of the Chicago office.

Suddenly Chelsea was wearing a troubled expression. “Um, Mom…?”.

“What’s wrong, Chels?” asked Karen.

“Are we gonna have to move to Chicago? If Dad’s working there, won’t we have to?”

“Chelsea, your father and I have talked about that and, for the time being, he’ll be spending Monday through Friday in Chicago and coming home on the weekends. Nothing will change with my schedule, so I’ll be home every day after school. As for the long-term picture… well, we’ll just have to wait to see how things play out. Are you okay with that?”

“I guess. I sure don’t want to move. That would mean leaving all my friends,” Chelsea said, as she looked directly at me.

“Sweetie, we won’t have to think about that for at least nine months. That’s how long your father’s company said it would take them to decide on the future of the Chicago office.”

I thought this would be a good time to change the topic. “Chelsea, let’s worry about that later. Didn’t you have something you wanted to tell your mom? Something we discussed earlier?”

Chelsea was visibly nervous, but when she looked at me for support, I nodded and said, “It’s time.”

Taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders, Chelsea rose from the couch and walked across the room  to stand before her mother. “Mom,” she said, “I’m really glad you’re here.”

“I am, too, Chels. Thank you for inviting me, Kim,” Karen said with a quick glance my way.

“Mom, I think you know what Miss Johnson… um… Kim and I have been doing together this weekend. And I think it’s something you wanted to happen. Am I right about that? Did you set this up?”

“Yes, you’re right. I wanted to give you and Kim the chance to – to be together…”

“It’s cool, Mom,” Chelsea said, breaking into a big smile. “It really is. It’s exactly what I hoped might happen. I love Kim so much. I’ve wanted this for a long time.” She hesitated, then carried on. “A couple months ago, when Emily slept over after the pool party, she told me how she’d walked into her sister Madison’s room and caught her, um touching herself… down there. Madison wasn’t mad or anything. She even showed Emily what she was doing, then taught her how to do it. Well, that night Emily slept over, she showed me how. I got to watch her pull her panties down and rub herself, until she came, then she watched me while I did it.”

“Oh, my,” murmured Karen, a hint of red in her cheeks. “So… did you enjoy touching yourself that way?”

“I did, Mom. A lot. Ever since that night, I’ve been doing it; what Emily showed me. She said her sister likes to think of sexy things when she touches down there, so I’ve been doing that too. That makes it even better.”

Placing both hands on her daughter’s waist, Karen drew Chelsea close for a brief but loving kiss, then asked, “What sort of sexy things do you think of, dearest?”

Chelsea gazed into her mother’s eyes as she answered.  “I think of Kim… and you.”

The sigh that escaped Karen’s lips was one of purest happiness. “Thank you for telling me that. Now, can I tell you a secret?” Chelsea nodded. “I touch myself, too. Nearly every night. Do you want to know who I think of when I do that?” Her arms were still twined around her child’s waist as she answered her own question “More than anything else, Chelsea, I think of you. Lately I’ve been thinking about you walking around the house in nothing but your panties and t-shirt. You’ve been doing that on purpose, haven’t you? To get your mommy all hot and bothered, am I right? Oh, my lovely, wicked little girl.”

“Yeah, you caught me,” Chelsea answered, blushing a bit. “Mom, you’re so pretty. Everyone says so. All my friends think you’re the best looking mom at our school. I’ve been letting you see me in my underpants ‘cause I wanted to know if you thought I was pretty, too.”

“Silly girl, of course I think you’re pretty. You know that. I think you’re the loveliest creature in the world.”

“Of course you do. You’re my mom!” Chelsea giggled. Then she looked away, suddenly bashful. “It isn’t just that, though. Um… do you think I’m sexy? That’s what I really wanted to know.”

“Oh, I do, sweetie,” Karen answered. “You’re incredibly sexy.”

“Sometimes, Mom, I – I imagine what it would be like to kiss you. Really kiss you, not like mothers and  daughters are supposed to… but I’m scared if I do, it’ll mess things up between us.”

Karen arched an eyebrow. “Mess things up?”

“Yeah, ‘cause moms and daughters aren’t supposed to kiss like that. But I… I can’t stop thinking about doing that with you. And there’s other stuff I want to do, like, um, take off all your clothes, then my clothes, and snuggle with you with both of us bare naked. Is that… is it bad?”

“Well, some people might think it’s wrong,” Karen began, “but like I’ve always told you, it’s your life and you have to choose what’s right for you. By making our own decisions and not focusing on what others say is good or bad, that’s how we learn what works for us, makes us happy.” Karen paused, giving her daughter a shy smile. “Besides… I like to think about being naked with you, too. And when I have thoughts like those, you and I are doing a lot more than snuggling.”

Chelsea slowly nodded. “So it’s okay if we kiss, huh?” Her eyes were shining with anticipation.

“More than okay, sweetie.”

I felt a bit self-conscious, watching this mother/daughter exchange, but wasn’t about to look away. I was fully aware of their mutual desire, and eager to see what happened next.

It didn’t take long. Cupping Chelsea’s face in both hands, Karen drew her daughter in for a kiss.

For a good two minutes there was no break between them. The kiss was bashful at first, but gradually just got deeper and deeper until Chelsea’s lips parted. Karen was quick to seize the initiative, slipping her tongue into the girl’s mouth. Chelsea responded right away, meeting and matching her mother’s passion.

Finally breaking away, Karen gave Chelsea a brief kiss on each cheek, then bent to nuzzle her daughter’s neck below the ear. “Oh, wow,” the girl whispered.

When Karen sat back, a dreamy cast to her eyes, Chelsea grinned. “Mom, you kiss really good!”

“So do you, my love. Where did you learn to kiss like that? As if I didn’t know,” she added, glancing over at me.

“Oh, I had a very good teacher,” Chelsea replied, giving me a wink.

As mother and daughter came together in a loving hug, Karen gazed at me over Chelsea’s shoulder. “Kim, it looks like we’re all going to get what we hoped for. Would you like to join us?”

“Not just yet,” I answered. “You and Chelsea need some time together first. For right now, I’m happy just to watch.” My panties were already soaked all the way through, though.

Karen returned her attention back to Chelsea, who simply said, “She’s right, Mom. Me and Kim have this all planned out. Everything we’re gonna do tonight. You just sit back and enjoy.”

What followed was probably the sexiest scene I’ve ever witnessed.

Chelsea was wearing a yellow floral patterned sundress she’d worn, wanting to look cute and girly for her mother. Reaching back to unfasten the clasp at the neck, she shrugged it off her shoulders. The look on Karen’s face as the dress dropped to the floor was one of unbridled desire. Underneath, Chelsea wore a baby blue panty and bra set that she knew her mother would love.

As if on automatic pilot, Karen reached out to her daughter, but Chelsea and I had worked out this part in detail. Seizing her mother’s arms, she pushed them back against the cushions of the couch. “Mom, I have things I want to do for you right now. Just sit back and relax, okay? You’ll get to play with me soon, I promise.”

Karen glanced at me, wide-eyed and thrilled to bits. I told her, “Trust me, you’re gonna love this.”

Chelsea’s mother was wearing those Levi 501’s that fit her ass so beautifully, the same ones I’d followed through her house just a few weeks ago, the night we fucked when her husband was out. Her top was an untucked white long sleeve camp shirt with the sleeves rolled up. She hadn’t bothered with a bra, and her nipples were clearly outlined through the fabric.

Reaching out, Chelsea allowed her fingers to lightly brush the tips of her mother’s breasts. They strained against the thin material, and Karen gave a quick intake of breath.

“You like that, Mom?” Chelsea murmured as she continued to tease the stiffened buds with feather-light touches.

“Yes, sweetie. I like that a lot,” Karen responded in a husky tone, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.

Chelsea began to unbutton her mom’s blouse with fingers made clumsy by her own excitement. Working her way down, she kept glancing up at Karen, who could only stare in wonder as she was undressed by her eleven-year-old daughter. The hunger I saw on their faces was so intense I thought I might come just from watching them.

When the buttons were all unfastened, Chelsea took a deep breath, then slowly spread the blouse open to expose her mother’s breasts. By then, my hand had found its way between my legs and I was rubbing my clit through my jeans.

I’ll never forget the image of Chelsea reaching out to take her mother’s nipples between index fingers and thumbs, then giving them an experimental pinch. Karen’s head lolled back and she moaned as her daughter, my fifth grade student, rolled her nipples, then tugged at them.

“Oh, my God,” Karen whimpered. “So nice, soooo nice.”

I could see Chelsea feeding off her mom’s reaction to what she was doing. The more Karen moaned and squirmed, the more attention Chelsea lavished on her nipples. Karen’s face was lit up with purest rapture, while her daughter’s expression was serious, a girl of eleven focused on making her mother feel good. I don’t think either of them believed they’d ever fulfill their fantasy of being lovers, but now it was happening for real, and they were losing themselves in one another.

I unbuttoned my jeans, shoving a hand in my panties to play with my pussy. As I plunged a finger in and out of the juicy opening, I noticed Chelsea straddling her mother’s thigh, rocking forward and back, grinding her clit against the rough texture of Karen’s jeans.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Chelsea,” I reminded her. “Remember what we talked about; how we’re doing this.”

“Oh, yeah… sorry,” Chelsea responded. Giving her head a little shake as if to clear it, she slid back on her mother’s leg, then bent to kiss Karen’s nipple.

I’d taught Chelsea to take this step very slowly, to tease the tip of the breast with her lips and tongue before she began to suckle. I watched her lick around each nipple in turn, taking care to only touch the areola. It only made Karen desperate for more; at one point, she twisted her upper half in an attempt to push more of her breast into the girl’s mouth. But Chelsea responded by pulling away and moving to the other breast, which elicited a mournful cry from her increasingly frustrated mother..

“Sweetheart, please,” Karen begged. “Please!”

Chelsea finally gave in, taking the right nipple into her mouth. I knew she was circling the tip with her tongue while lightly sucking, a technique I’ve used for years on my female lovers. I’d taught her to be gentle at first, let the sensations build slowly. I could also tell Chelsea was carefully using her teeth to exert the slightest pressure on the nipple, just enough to stimulate without hurting. The rapturous look on Karen’s face and her sharp intakes of breath told me the technique was having its desired effect.

After giving ample attention to each of her mother’s breasts, Chelsea pulled back and teased the moistened nipples with her fingers while gazing deep into Karen’s eyes. A dazed Karen stared back, her expression a mixture of awe, adoration and helpless lust.

Reaching down, Chelsea grabbed her mother behind the knees. When Karen felt the girl’s tug, she lifted her hips, allowing herself to be positioned on the edge of the couch.

“Mom, I’m gonna take off your jeans and panties now. Is that okay?”

Karen could only whisper, “Yes, sweetie…”

Chelsea bent over to unbutton her mom’s jeans, then slowly wriggled them down, taking a pair of sexy lavender panties along with them. Pausing to yank Karen’s white Converse sneakers off and toss them over by the fireplace, Chelsea finished removing the pair of snug jeans, which then she draped over the arm of the couch.

Now Karen was naked from the waist down, and her eleven-year-old daughter paused in the midst of her work to take a long, lingering look, gently easing the woman’s knees apart until only inches remained between her face and her mother’s cunt.

Chelsea took a moment to study her mother’s private parts, drawing closer to breathe in the tantalizing scent. I saw her react with a little smile that aroused my curiosity. Getting to my feet, I quickly stripped out of my own clothes.

Looking up at her mother, Chelsea said, “Mom… you asked me what I think about when I touch myself. Well, kissing you – that’s the first thing I imagine. The second? That’s this,” she said, leaning forward to lick the length of her mother’s pussy. A whimper escaped Karen’s lips. “You’ve always taught me to go after what I want. Well, Mom, I want you. I want this.”

The look on Karen’s face was one of utter disbelief as she watched Chelsea licking her, over and over, from anus to clit. Then the girl settled in to explore, first sucking on her mother’s labia, then probing the vagina with hard thrusts of her tongue.

“Oh, God,” groaned Karen, bringing her left hand up to caress her breasts and nipples while the right hand stroked, then gripped the long blonde hair of her daughter. The sound of Chelsea’s exertions grew slightly muffled, telling me that Karen was pressing the eleven-year-old’s face against her vulva. Not that Chelsea seemed to mind. She was gripping her mother’s hips as if hanging on to the woman for dear life.

Karen was lost in sexual rapture. Her head lolled back, eyes closed and mouth open, moaning soft and low. Chelsea briefly raised her head to draw a deep breath before re-engaging with her mom’s cunt, snaking her tongue into the juicy hole. I could see how wet Karen was and hear the liquid sounds of Chelsea’s mouth as she went down on the woman who had birthed her, had raised her to the verge of womanhood.

By then, my pussy was dripping with arousal, and I fingered myself hard and fast to the sight of this lewd mother-daughter sex show. I brought my fingers to my mouth, dripping with nectar, and sucked them clean.

Karen was panting like a marathon runner as she arched her back, forcing her pussy against Chelsea’s face. She was clutching her daughter’s head so tightly that for a moment, I wondered if the girl was able to breathe.

Chelsea wasn’t letting up for a second, I could see that much. In fact, mother and daughter were moving together in a shared rhythm, each lick of Chelsea’s met with a matching thrust of the hips from Karen. Neither seemed to show any signs of tiring. Short, sharp cries escaped Karen’s trembling lips with every lick, kiss and tongue thrust from her little girl.

It was a sight that filled me with pride. Chelsea had always been a top-notch student school, especially in my class, but the sheer dedication she’d brought to learning the ways of lesbian sex was downright awe-inspiring. An honor graduate from my school of love, I thought with a smile.

A small spark of ecstasy surged through me, and I knew my own orgasm was fast approaching. I seemed to hover in that giddy moment between anticipation and release when I saw Karen freeze in place, letting out an impassioned moan as Chelsea attacked her clit. Then that moan rose into a scream, and Karen gripped the couch with white knuckles as a wall-shaker of a climax shook her body.

Chelsea didn’t stop, though, just kept sucking her mother’s clit until Karen blurted, “Enough! I c-can’t take any more!”

My own orgasm followed quickly. I was plunging two fingers into my cunt while I mercilessly assaulted my breasts with the other hand, giving each nipple a few hard pinches to accentuate the pleasure I felt.

Finally I collapsed, utterly spent, into the chair and basked in the sweet aftermath… that is, until I felt kisses on my inner thigh and a young girl’s lips nuzzling my cheek. My lips parted to accept Chelsea’s tongue, then I moaned into our kiss as the feather-light caress of Karen’s tongue began to soothe my throbbing. She was so gentle and tender, using her mouth and fingers to lovingly relax me.

I was soon surprised to feel another orgasm approaching. Somehow Karen was coaxing it out of me with her lovemaking skills. Damn, she’s good, I told myself.

Momentarily breaking our kiss, Chelsea whispered, “We love you, Kim. Come for us.”

My young lover’s words were like a trigger, setting me off in a climax unlike any I’ve ever felt before. It was light. It was love. And it made me feel as if I was floating on a sunlit cloud, wrapped in the arms of angels. I felt warm tears of joy on my cheeks as I drifted off.

My blackout was a brief one. When I opened my eyes, Chelsea and Karen were snuggled against me. “Look who’s come back to earth,” Karen cooed. I sighed, wrapping an arm apiece around my eleven-year-old lover and her mother.

I gave my head a gentle shake. “My God, that was amazing. That was everything I could have hoped for, more than I could imagine. I’ve never experienced anything like it.”

“Which part?” Karen asked.

I raised my hands, palms up, and said, “I don’t know. All of it, I think.”

We shared a laugh, and I managed to prop myself up on both elbows. Looking at Chelsea, I asked, “Just before you smelled your mother’s pussy I saw you smile, like it made you think of something. What was that?”

Chelsea’s cheeks took on an extra hint of pint. “Oh, that,” she said, clearly a bit embarrassed. “Well, as soon as I got Mom’s panties off, I remembered how much I love that smell.” Glancing at her mother, she added, “Um, Mom… I’ve kinda been sneaking panties out of your laundry basket and, er, taking them to bed with me.” She looked away. “I like smelling them when I touch myself.”

Karen took her daughter’s hand. “It’s okay, sweetie… to tell the truth, I’m not at all surprised to hear that. I noticed my panties have gone missing from the hamper, and I’ve found them stashed in your pillow case more than once. I imagine you’re already very familiar with the smell of my pussy. Maybe the taste, too.”

“It tastes even better when it’s fresh, though,” Chelsea murmured, reaching out to caress her mother’s cunt. You knew I was sneaking off with your panties? And I thought I was being careful!”

Karen laughed at that. “Well, I have favorite pairs,” she said, ”and I noticed they weren’t in the laundry. It only took me a couple of minutes to guess where they probably were. Sure enough, I found them in the first place I checked.”

“Chelsea, you are so busted,” I chuckled.

“Me, busted? I’m not the only one with a thing for used undies.” She gave Karen a penetrating look. “Mom, I know you’ve been sneaking panties out of my room, too. Whenever Dad’s out of town, a pair or two always seem to go missing from the floor of my room. I didn’t find them in a pillow case, but when I looked in your nightstand… well, there they were.”

I gave Karen a look of mock astonishment. “You’ve been stealing Chelsea’s used underwear? Aren’t you the naughty mommy!”

“You’re not off the hook, either, Kim,” Chelsea continued, turning to me. “I know you and Mom got into my dirty laundry the night you visited. When I went to bed, there was a huge damp spot on the bed, and I could smell your perfume on my sheets. Then the next morning, I noticed all my dirty panties were piled on top of the laundry on the hamper.” She wagged a finger at her Mom and me. “Naughty mommy and naughty teacher, I’d say.”

After a stunned pause, the three of us burst into laughter, carrying on so hard we ended up falling together in a heap. Karen was first to pull herself together and she grabbed Chelsea, taking her down to the carpet so the girl was lying beneath her. “You little tease, you’re quite right. Kim and I had your panties in a pile in the middle of your bed and we sniffed them while we fucked. We really enjoyed that… in fact, I’d like to do it again.”

With that, Karen pushed Chelsea’s legs apart, burying her face in the dampness of her daughter’s panties. Taking a deep breath, she made a real scene of savoring the scent of a young girl’s arousal.

“Oh, wow,” Chelsea whispered, staring at her mother.

Karen looked up. “How was that, sweetheart? Do you like me smelling you this way? Don’t answer. From the look on your face, I can tell you do. Maybe being a naughty mommy is a good thing, eh?” She turned to me, her eyes alight with renewed desire. “Join me, Kim. Help me make love to my little girl.”

As I moved closer, Karen arranged herself in a sixty-nine position with Chelsea on top, the girl’s cute little bottom jutting out, inviting me to explore. Karen was looking up at me, lightly teasing the gusset of Chelsea’s panties with swipes of her tongue.

I joined the game, burying my face between the buttocks of my eleven-year-old lover, then taking a deep, audible sniff of her ass through soft cotton panties. She wriggled with delight, and I raised my face to say, “Being a naughty teacher is pretty fucking hot, too… don’t you think so, Chelsea?”

“Oh God, yes,” she moaned, “but it would be soooo much hotter if you guys would take these stupid panties off and lick me for real. Okay?”

We shared a laugh, a brief one. Hooking two fingers in the waistband of Chelsea’s panties, I gave it a gentle tug, giving Karen a knowing smile. She got the idea right away, grasping her daughter’s underpants from the other side, and we pulled them down together. With a blissful sigh, Chelsea lifted her knees so we could finish stripping her naked.

I pressed the sodden panties to my face for one last sample of that luscious scent, then placed them on the end table. Meanwhile, Karen was staring at her daughter’s pussy, the gentle cleft framed by rosy pink labia. Chelsea’s sex glistened with wetness; I watched as a single droplet slowly trickled down to her mother’s waiting mouth. Karen’s lips parted as she extended her tongue to capture it.

It was a mesmerizing sight, guaranteed to warm the heart of a girl-loving lesbian like me: a beautiful naked woman, tasting her equally lovely underage daughter for the first time. I’d had a knee-trembler of an orgasm mere moments earlier, but I was already frantic for more. Christ, my cunt was throbbing like a V-8 engine.

The smell of arousal filled the air, which only served to spur my lust higher. Bending down, I buried my nose between Chelsea’s cheeks, allowing myself to bask in her most intimate aroma. A hot shiver coursed through my body. I’d been patient all day, holding back from getting naked with my young lover and having her yet again, putting our bedroom festivities on hold until Karen arrived. Now I was ready to play.

Eager as I’d been to see Chelsea seduce her mother, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy while I watched. She was my girl first, I kept thinking, and much as I adored Karen, a small part of me didn’t want to share. Selfish and stupid, I know, but the heart of a lover is anything but rational.

Putting these damaging thoughts aside, I sat up for a moment to gaze at the scene below me. Karen had carefully spread Chelsea’s nether lips apart and was exploring the interior of her daughter’s vagina with quick, flashing licks. Chelsea was so turned on that her mother’s mouth and chin were already generously coated with her fluids. I was already making plans to give Karen a big, messy kiss afterwards.

Returning my attention to my young lover’s tiny, upturned ass, I noticed Karen’s licking seemed to be causing Chelsea’s rosebud to relax. I placed both hands on those wondrously soft buttocks, then bent down to press the tip of my tongue against the girl’s anus.

Chelsea’s delighted squeak and her subsequent moans told me how much she loved being rimmed. I continued to work my tongue in as she gradually opened up to receive me. Soon enough I was able to push my tongue in about an inch, and I could feel Chelsea pushing her ass up to meet my downward thrusts. Karen was still below me, tongue-fucking her little girl’s cunt.

Little whimpers from Chelsea’s lips told us she was on the verge of orgasm. A small shudder ran through her body and didn’t stop, just got bigger and bigger until her entire body was bucking up and down. Karen and I held on for dear life, trying to keep Chelsea steady as she came. I could hear the liquid sounds of Karen’s mouth and tongue as she feasted on her daughter’s nectar. Having gone down on Chelsea several times by then, I could eagerly attest to the sweetness of her pussy.

Chelsea’s orgasm was frantic, intense and loud. The girl’s moans of pleasure became short little screams as her ecstasy reached its unimaginable peak. Finally her body gave out, and she collapsed onto her mother.

Gently rolling the limp girl onto her side, Karen kissed the top of her daughter’s head, burying her lips in the tousled hair. Chelsea turned to face Karen, wrapping both arms around her smiling mother, and the two new lovers came together in a passionate kiss.

“That was amazing,” Chelsea barely got out when they broke apart. “I’ve never felt anything so nice.” She immediately went into a huge yawn, making it clear that she wouldn’t be awake for much longer. Settling down with a contented purr, she buried her face in her mother’s neck.

Karen looked up at me, her eyes misted over with happy tears. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Oh, God, thank you, Kim. I’m so, so happy!” I scooted up to kiss her, and we shared the taste of Chelsea between us.

“Would you like to help me put her to bed?” Karen asked, cradling the girl to her breasts. “I think she’s down for the count!”

“Happy to,” I said, my heart warmed by the blissful expression on the dozing child’s face.

Karen scooped Chelsea up in her arms, and we headed back to the master bedroom. I turned down the covers so Karen could place her sleeping beauty in the center of the bed. We each gave Chelsea a tender kiss on the cheek.

Standing behind Karen, I reached around to hug her, pressing our nude bodies together. “How about we finish that bottle of wine?”

Karen clutched my arms to her. “Well, I wouldn’t say no.”

I plucked the wine bottle and a couple of glasses from the kitchen counter and took them out to the family room, where Karen was spreading a couple of blankets out by the fireplace. After switching on the gas fire, I sat down with her and filled our glasses, handing her one.

Taking a sip, she shook her head in wonder. “Kim, I can’t believe how beautifully this worked out. It’s a dream come true.”

“Isn’t it?” I replied. “God, it happened so fast.” I reached out; took her hand. “Karen, I… I love your daughter so much. More than I ought to, honestly. I know that the two of you might have to move one day… but Christ, the thought of giving her up – it just kills me inside.”

Karen nodded thoughtfully. “Well, there’s something you need to know, something I haven’t told Chelsea yet. Jim and I have decided to get a divorce, and he’ll be moving to Chicago for good. We thought it best to make our split more of a gradual process for Chelsea’s sake. Jim’s a good man and a fine father, but we’ve grown apart. I told him that I needed to be with other women, and he admitted to having found someone new in Chicago. He’s already set up a place with her, actually.”

“My goodness,” I said. “It feels like I should say how sorry I am, but it seems to be for the best… except  that Chelsea will be losing her dad. I imagine she won’t be happy about that.”

“Oh, Jim will definitely stay involved in Chelsea’s life,” Karen said. “And he’ll be providing financial support, of course. But I’ve got resources of my own. My business is doing very well, I’ll be only two years away from owning our home outright, and we already have the money set aside to cover the cost of college for Chelsea. Here’s the thing, though: my work is pretty demanding… and as the business grows, I’m going to need someone to help me run it.” She paused. “Kim, I want to hire you.”

I could only gape in disbelief. “Me? I don’t know anything about marketing. How could I be of any help to you? Besides, I have a job already.”

“Kim, you’re smart, personable and you’re a great teacher. I know you’ve got what it takes to communicate with the kind of customers I want to attract. I know I’m asking a lot, but this could be a very lucrative move for you. This job would give you real financial security.”

“I… I’m flattered you think this is something I can succeed at. Can I have some time to think it through?”

Karen smiled. “Of course. Take all the time you need. Now, enough about business matters. I want to show you how much I appreciate what you’ve done for Chelsea and me.”

Placing our wine glasses on the hearth, Karen shoved me onto my back. She gave me a brief but fierce kiss, then nuzzled her way down to my nipples. The tenderness of our earlier lovemaking was gone… this time, my partner intended to take me hard and fast. She squeezed my breasts, then gave each nipple a sharp love bite.

My cunt was on fire, and a wet spot was already spreading beneath me.

Peering deep into my eyes, Karen murmured, “I know you and Chelsea like to keep it sweet and romantic when you’re in bed. But I also know you like it a little rough sometimes. So buckle up, lover, ‘cause we’re about to take a wild ride…”

With that, Karen thrust two fingers deep into my cunt and began to pound me mercilessly. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d been to thoroughly fucked. Not since my bar days, right after I’d come out and was making like the proverbial kid in the candy store.

Thankfully, Chelsea slept through the next two hours of her mom and me, spread out in front of the fireplace,  getting into the kind of sex that a girl of eleven wouldn’t be ready for any time soon.

Epilogue

Three years after that first weekend Karen, Chelsea and I are living together as a family. Sure enough, I left my teaching gig to work for Karen and it turned out even better than she hoped. Last month, Karen and I became partners in a new venture, KK&C Marketing Consultants. The following week, we expanded our partnership even further by getting married.

Jim did take over the Chicago office for his company, and is also married and expecting a child in three months. He visits occasionally, and Chelsea always spends at least a day or two with him. She jokes that she probably sees him more now than when he and Karen were together.

My home life with Karen and Chelsea is actually fairly typical, given its unusual origin. We co-parent just like any couple does. Of course, there is one very crucial, very secret difference. At least twice a week, the three of us end up in the master bedroom for what Chelsea calls, “play time,” where we get naked and come together as lovers.

Honestly, though, that isn’t what defines our relationship. What does define us is love itself. I am madly, desperately in love with Karen and Chelsea, and they adore me and each other with the same fierce passion.

I have to run now. Chelsea is having a sleepover tonight with Emily and two of her other friends, and I promised to fire up the grill and cook hamburgers.

The End