Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Author Unknown

Polished by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

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I saw the changes in Ruby the moment I laid eyes on her. Nine months earlier, my daughter had backed her car out of the drive, heading off to start her freshman year in college. I had seen the look of determination on her face, the fearless spirit of youth as she left behind the safety of home to head into the unknown.

I noticed the beginning of the change during winter break when her clothes seemed a bit loose on her, as Ruby had begun to shed the baby fat that she’d carried throughout high school.

Of course, the changes went deeper than losing twenty pounds or so, but I believe that’s where it started. Ruby had gained a new confidence, and it showed in how she dressed. Rather than hide beneath loose fitting layers of baggy clothes, Ruby showed herself off by squeezing herself into tight-fitting Spandex and wearing clingy tops that accentuated curves that went in instead of out. She glowed with confidence, eagerly flashing smiles and making light-hearted jokes.

I couldn’t stop staring at her, admiring a young woman who had found her stride. Me, I’d spent my high school years lonely and alone while carrying around flabby thighs, a big butt, and a muffin top that no amount of dieting could impact. In college, I began to frequent the gym on a daily basis, my metabolism finally caught up with my eating habits, and my frame eventually became tight and trim. That physical change had emboldened me to make up for lost time. I became a sex enthusiast, getting it on with guys and girls.

It was a change I’d never outgrown. After my divorce from Ruby’s father, I threw myself into the dating scene, but decided right away that I was much more interested in being with other women – especially college-age girls, many of whom were at least bi-curious.

The only problem was that now that my daughter was home from school, I was especially aware of how great she looked. I’d adored my little girl, who had always been beautiful to me, but as a sexy grown woman, my thoughts of her kept straying in forbidden directions, making me more than a little uneasy. Ruby knew nothing about my lesbian leanings – it was a strict secret while I was married to her father, and I meant to tell her now that he was out of the picture, but had yet to get around to it.

My name is Simone, by the way. I’m forty-one, in excellent shape for my age. Ruby is my only child, and the light of my life.

One morning, walking past the open bathroom door, I pulled up short when I saw Ruby standing naked in front of the mirror while brushing out her blonde hair. The slightly chubby eighteen-year-old who had backed out of my driveway nine months ago would have never left the bathroom door ajar while she was undressed. Right or wrong, I accepted the open door as an invitation.

“Looking good, sweetheart,” I said as I moved behind her, slipped a hand around her waist, kissed her bare shoulder and admired her perfection reflected back in the mirror. “Looking very good.”

“Oh, stop it, Mom,” she said, though she wore a huge grin. “Yeah, I lost some weight, but look how small my tits are.” She cupped both of her supple breasts as if to demonstrate they were barely a handful, while I carefully held myself in check.

“My tits were small in college, too,” I said, keeping my hand wrapped around her tiny waist and fighting an unwanted urge to touch a breast. “Besides, lots of guys like smaller titties.”

“At least I have nice nipples,” she said, pinching her pink nips as if doing something like that in front of her mom meant nothing at all. Of course, she was unaware of the effect it had on her perverted mother.

“Guys like those, too,” I said, kissing her shoulder again. “And so do lots of girls.”

“Mom!” Ruby said, looking shocked.

“I’m just saying when you look this hot, you’ll attract lots of attention,” I said, carefully pulling away before I got myself into more trouble. I didn’t want to let go of her, but I couldn’t risk staying that close, either. “Are we still going shopping today?”

“Sure thing,” she said, back to working the brush through her hair. “Give me fifteen minutes?”

“Take your time,” I said, eyeing her perky little butt before heading to my room, wondering if I had time to get myself off. I don’t know what happened to me once I hit my mid-thirties, but I couldn’t get enough sex. While it was always better with someone else, I’m not above taking care of myself. That had become a daily ritual for me after Ruby had left for college, and most days I do it more than once.

“I’m ready if you are,” Ruby said from my doorway, never guessing how close she had come to finding her Mom naked and playing with herself. I stood and smiled at my darling daughter dressed in skintight yoga pants and a top that looked as if it was painted on over her tits.

She must have caught me looking at her because she quickly explained, “This way I can try on clothes without getting undressed. I can change if you want.”

“No need,” I quickly said, dragging my eyes away from her body and onto her face.

We chatted a little about everything as we made our way from store to store. She asked what college had been like for me and I gave her honest answers, starting with the confession, “I was a real party girl.”

She hesitated before asking, “Did you ever experiment with other girls?”

When I glanced at her, I saw she was blushing and it looked so sweet that I wanted to kiss away the pink in her cheeks. “Experiment?” I asked, flashing her a big smile.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to answer.”

“Baby, you’re nineteen, there’s no reason for me to lie to you about anything,” I said as I pulled up to another store. My smile grew even bigger as I put my hand on her knee and said, “Let’s just say I was very open to experimentation… and nearly everyone was a complete success, okay?”

“Really?” she asked, wide-eyed and so very innocent looking.

“And what about you?”

Blushing, Ruby squirmed slightly in her seat. “My roommate wanted to, um, fool around a couple of times, but I chickened out.”

Hmmm… interesting. “Why?”

Her cheeks flushed even redder. “Mostly because I wouldn’t know what to do to another girl.”

I laughed. “I guess that’s why they call it ‘experimenting.'”

Catching the joke, Ruby’s blush vanished as she started laughing along with me.

We went into the last store of the day to find her a new bathing suit. Ruby had three candidates picked out before she invited me into the dressing room for my opinion. I sat on the little bench in the dressing room as she slipped bikini bottoms over her yoga pants.

Feeling a wicked impulse, I said, “You really should take off your top.”

“Okay,” she said, turning her back to me as she peeled off her top. I admired her breasts in the mirror. They might have been on the smaller side, but were absolutely flawless.

“You know… I think you should lose those yoga pants, too,” I suggested. “You’ll get a much better idea of how the suit fits.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, already rolling them off her hips to reveal the tiny thong she wore beneath them. Fuck, she looked amazing.

“Most definitely,” I said with a lump in my throat as she turned sideways, so as not to shove her ass in my face. Not that I would’ve minded. I prayed she wouldn’t catch how I squirmed or notice the erect state of my nipples as I stared at her perfect body.

“Do you think this shows too much ass?” she asked after concealing that sexy thong beneath a string bikini bottom that left nothing to the imagination. She turned around to give me a really good look.

“I think it’s perfect,” I said in too soft of a voice. Fuck, now I was wishing I had played with myself before we left the house. Instead, there was a deep, needful ache between my legs that I couldn’t do anything about.

“A year ago, I would have never worn something like this.”

“A year ago, you didn’t have an ass like that,” I said, giving one cheek a playful squeeze before I caught myself. “I promise, you wear that to the beach and everyone will be staring.”

“I’m not sure about this front bit,” she said, turning around and running her fingers inside the elastic on either side of her pussy.

“What’s wrong with it?” I asked.

“Nothing, I suppose,” she said, once more running her fingers under the elastic. There was something about how she looked at me with a twinkle in her eye that had me wondering if she was pranking me. “Guess I won’t really know until I wear it without panties.”

“If you want to do that now, I won’t tell,” I said.

“I shouldn’t,” she said, undoing the ties on either side. “I think they’ll be fine.” She quickly turned her back to me again but forgot about the mirror, where I could see the cleft of Ruby’s pussy through her panties… and a hint of wetness she’d left on them.

Suddenly it struck me: I wasn’t the only one in that dressing room who was turned on. Keeping her back to me, she undid the top and I saw her pink nipples again – only this time, they seemed especially rosy and swollen. I made sure she didn’t catch me staring. “Let’s just get this one,” she said, quickly stepping back into her yoga pants.

“Are you sure?” I asked, more than willing to see her try on the other two.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” she insisted, looking very flustered as she scooped up everything and held it against her chest, as if trying to conceal her hard nipples.

On the way home, I felt hot and flustered thinking about the lovely young woman seated next to me. “You’re going to drive the boys at the beach crazy when you wear that bikini,” I told her..

“I’m still worried it shows too much of my ass.”

“Sweetheart, good as you look, it would be a crime to cover it up,” I assured her. When Ruby giggled, I gave her a sideways glance. “What’s so funny?”

“Not funny, just fun,” she said with a big grin. “I used to get jealous at how many guys would stare at your butt instead of mine.”

“No reason to feel that way anymore.”

“I’m not so sure… you still have a great ass.”

“Thank you for noticing,” I said without thinking.

“I – I didn’t mean it like that,” she stammered, her cheeks turning pink again.

“Ah, but it’s more fun thinking you did,” I suggested, making her blush even deeper.

We were almost home when she quietly asked, “Did you really mess around with girls when you were in college?”

“Yeah,” I replied, though that didn’t feel like enough of an answer. “I was an adventurous girl when it came to sex.”

“Not me,” she said as I pulled into our driveway. “I want to do stuff, but then I always get scared.”

“Like… make out with another girl?”

“Yeah,” she said in a very small voice before jumping out of the car and grabbing her packages from the back seat.

I knew she was embarrassed, but I couldn’t let her off the hook. Hell, maybe it was because I felt so excited, I don’t know. Either way, I didn’t drop the subject. “Making love to another woman has never stopped me from wanting to be with a guy.”

“Mom!” she cried in that exasperated tone reserved for when a parent goes too far.

“I’m just saying,” I said. “I still like dick, too.”

“Which do you like more?” she asked with a sly smile.

“Yes,” I replied, knowing my answer would confuse her.

Ruby gave me a puzzled look until she worked out, “So, both?” When I nodded, she rolled her eyes and shook her head. “My mom is a pervert.”

“That means it runs in your genes,” I said. If she was trying to get my goat, she would have to work harder than that.

Once inside the house, I asked, “Are you going to model your new outfits for me?”

“I’m dying to try them on again,” she giggled, setting the bags on the floor in the living room and diving into them. “Which one should I wear first?”

“Whichever you want, just be sure to take off those yoga pants so I can really see how it looks on you,” I said while on my way to the kitchen. I returned a moment later holding a hard lemonade as I watched my beautiful daughter shimmy into a tight pair of Daisy Duke jean shorts. “Oh, those are sexy.”

“You think so?” she asked, turning and showing off her cute butt.

“You might need to go commando when you wear these,” I said, pointing out how the top of her thong showed in the back.

“I have some low-rise boy shorts that might work,” she said, already fishing through the bag for something else to model.

“Commando is more fun,” I teased

“Mom!” she groaned, but with a twinkle in her eye. “How often do you go without undies, then?”

“More than you know,” I said, realizing I had already tossed back half the bottle of hard lemonade. While it wasn’t any stronger than beer, I’ve always been a lightweight drinker. I’m petite like my daughter and a couple drinks go a long way for me. I took another sip before reminding her, “I’ve never been shy about my body, you know that.”

“Because you’ve always been a total hottie,” she said, trying on a pair of workout shorts, appraising their fit.

“Not until college,” I reminded her.

“When did you get boobs?” she asked, pulling off her top, displaying her tiny titties for a moment before she slipped into another one.

While Ruby and I were close to the same size, my breasts are easily two cup sizes larger. “I had these after I got pregnant with you,” I said. “Then they never went away.” After knocking back the rest of my hard lemonade, I grabbed two from the refrigerator and offered her one.

“Doesn’t this have alcohol in it?”

“Are you gonna tell me you never drink?” I asked with a big smile. A lot of things may have changed in the twenty-five years since I started college, but surely that wasn’t one of them. Still, Ruby hesitated until I reminded her, “You’re at home with your mom. I think it’s safe.” Then I added, “It’s a strawberry lemonade.”

“Why didn’t you say so?” she giggled, always a sucker for anything with strawberry in it. She took a few sips before swapping out her top for a couple other ones in rapid succession. All of them were form fitting and I enjoyed the constant flashing of her perky tits. Did she have any idea how excited I felt?

“This is really good,” she said looking at the label of her drink. In between each change of clothes, she paused to sip at it again. She had already worked her way through most of it.

“I want to see your dresses now,” I said. We’d bought her three new dresses for the summer, each of them short, all of them showing off a lot of skin. At my urging, Ruby had picked tight fitted dresses that hugged her body. “Mmm, that looks hot,” I said, admiring one with interesting cutouts. “But, I can see your panty lines.”

“Can you?” she asked, trying to look over her shoulder.

Reaching beneath her dress, I tugged them down, to Ruby’s astonishment. “That’s more like it,” I said, turning her around so I could inspect that perfect ass. “Promise me you’ll never wear panties with that dress.”

“Mom!” she protested in that shocked tone, but without the usual edge. “Are you trying to turn me into a party girl?”

“Maybe you don’t know what you’re missing,” I shot back, enjoying the confused look on her face. Turning her back to me, she pulled off her dress and for just a moment, she was completely naked again. “Let’s see that bathing suit again.”

“Okay,” she agreed, squatting to find it among all the bags scattered around our living room. She discreetly kept her back to me, but that didn’t stop me from feasting my eyes on her nudity. At one point, while digging down to the bottom of a bag, she gave me a full-on view of both her holes, and the sight damn near undid me. That was when I knew for certain that I wanted to fuck my daughter.

Ruby put on her top before stepping into the bottoms, then turned to me. “Okay, now what do you think?”

“I think you ought to take that suit outdoors and stretch out,” I suggested. “The back patio gets some great sun this time of day. I’ll change into one of mine and join you.”

“Sounds great!” she said with a big smile. “Wear something really sexy, okay?”

“For you, absolutely,” I purred, and a hint of pink colored her cheeks.

While Ruby gathered up her new treasures, I went to my room and got changed. I didn’t bother shutting my bedroom door while I got naked. I never did.

As I rummaged through a drawer for both halves of my string bikini, Ruby leaned against my doorway looking at me. “Damn, you’re in great shape, Mom. Hope I look as hot when I’m your age.”

“You will,” I reassured her. After tying the sides of my bikini in a simple bow, I pulled her next to me in front of a mirror. “This is you,” I said, waving my hand in front of her. “And this is you in twenty years.” I waved a hand in front of my body.

“I never realized how much we look alike,” she said, running a hand across her tummy. “We have the same belly buttons.” When she ran her hand across my belly, I nearly shivered with excitement. “I’d still like to have bigger boobs like yours.”

“Sometimes, I miss having smaller ones like these,” I said, gently cupping one of her tits. Her eyes went wide and I laughed at her. “Is that the first time another woman touched you there?”

“Maybe…” she teased, “Or maybe not.”

Taking her hand, I placed it on one of my tits. “And this is how you’ll feel in a few years.”

She gave my tit a test squeeze before catching herself. “Mom!” she protested, then giggled.

On our way to the patio, I took two more hard lemonades from the refrigerator. Once outdoors, I positioned matching deck chairs side-by-side while she paired her cell phone with my Bluetooth speaker and put on some music. She chose Prince – we were both big fans.

We started by lying on our bellies, offering our backsides to the late afternoon sun after unfastening our tops. I had neighbors, but none of them lived close enough to see into my backyard.

We baked in silence for a few moments before I asked, “Did you have a good roommate? You never told me much about her.”

“Abby’s okay. Whenever we were in the room together, she never wore anything more than a bra and panties. She thought I was a prude because I wouldn’t get half naked with her.”

“You know you don’t have to be shy about your body, right?” I asked.

Ruby nibbled her lip thoughtfully. “Do you really think I look good?”

“Smokin’ hot,” I said, reaching out and squeezing her hand. “I’d do you.”

“Mom!” she groaned in that same exasperated tone. “You’re impossible.” She took a couple sips from her drink, then murmured, “I think Abby wanted to do me.”

“How did that make you feel?”

“Oh, God,” she sighed. “I was kind of interested… but like I said, I don’t know what to do with another woman.”

“The same things that feel good to you,” I suggested.

“What if I, um… don’t know what feels good?” she asked in her quiet, worried voice.

“You’ve done stuff with boys, haven’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” she said. “But I’ve never had an orgasm with one of them.”

I made a face. “Yeah… teenage boys aren’t very good at that.”

“Guess not,” she said, holding her top against her chest as she rolled over to face the sun.

I rolled over, too, except I didn’t worry about leaving my top behind.

“Really?” she asked, glancing at my nudity.

“Who’s gonna see?” I replied with a shrug.

“Then why wear anything at all?” she asked. I noticed her bottle was nearly empty.

“Want another?” I asked, getting to my feet.

“Sure,” she said, knocking back the rest.

I stayed topless as I went inside to grab two more hard lemonades. When I came back out, I noticed Ruby had decided to go bare-breasted as well. She had her eyes closed, and I had to pause for a moment to admire her beauty. God, I want her, I thought. Right or wrong, I want to make love to my daughter.

“Here you go,” I said, offering one of the lemonades to her. As she opened her eyes and took the bottle,. a drop of condensation fell on her chest. “Oops,” I said, automatically brushing away the stray drop without thinking about it, trailing my hand across her breast before realizing what I was doing.

“Having fun?” she asked with a tiny smirk.

“You feel like I did when I was your age,” I said, noticing her playful smirk and how she watched me as I walked around the foot of her deck chair. Setting my bottle down on an end table, I tugged at the sides of my bikini bottoms until it fell away.

Ruby’s eyes widened in surprise as she stared directly at my shaved pussy before she managed to look up at my face. “Go, Mom,” she said. “Um… do you do this a lot?”

“See any tan lines?” I asked, leaning over and tugging on the sides of her bikini bottoms. Because she hadn’t double tied it, it came undone with a single tug. “Are you going to be shy in front of me?”

“I guess not,” she said, pulling her unneeded bottoms from beneath her and dropping them next to mine on the patio.

Casually as I could, I adjusted my lounger a bit before lying back down and offering my naked body to the sun. I couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d said earlier. “So, sweetie… you’ve never had an orgasm with another person? Can you get off when you do it yourself?”

“Mom!” she replied in a pained tone. “Do we have to talk about this?”

“Sorry,” I said, backing off a bit. Between the hard lemonades, the warmth of the sun on my naked body, my daughter’s nudity, and thoughts of what I wanted to do to her, I was in quite a state.

It took her a while before she spoke. “It’s not as if I never get off, but it only happens when I do it myself, that’s all.”

“Then do that more often,” I suggested, biting back a giggle. Fuck, I was getting tipsy.

“How often do you do it?” Ruby asked. Turning to her side, she sipped her drink, looking at me with innocent eyes as if she wanted to know how often I sculpted my eyebrows.

Apparently, it hadn’t occurred to my daughter that there was no way she could embarrass me talking about sex. “Is it because I’m your mom that you think I don’t masturbate anymore… or because I’m old?”

“You’re not that old,” she said.

“Twice your age.”

“Yeah, but you still look hot,” she added as her eyes flickered briefly over my nudity. “You always have.”

“If I tell you how many times I get myself off, you have to do the same.” She shrugged as if it didn’t matter. “If I’m not seeing anyone, then it’s two or three times a day,” I admitted.

I’ll give Ruby credit for controlling her reaction. Her eyes went wide for a heartbeat before she caught herself. “Have you already done it today, then?”

“In bed this morning, before I got up.”

She rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe we’re even talking about this.”

“Okay, now it’s your turn,” I reminded her. Ruby took a sip from her bottle instead of answering. “Come on, you have to tell me. Have you gotten off today?”

“No.”

“No… or not yet?”

“Maybe not yet,” she said with that cute smirk of hers.

“Can I watch you do it?” I blurted out without thinking.

“Mom!” she cried, nearly choking on her drink. She managed to swallow before eyeing me. “Can I watch you do it?”

I’m blaming three hard lemonades on an empty stomach for what I did next. “Sure,” I said, slipping a hand between my legs and giving my swollen, aching clit a playful caress.

“Oh, my God!” Ruby shrieked, staring at my toying fingers. “I didn’t mean this very second!”

“Why not?” I asked, still rubbing my pussy. It felt much too good to stop.

“I can’t believe you’re doing that in front of me.”

“Why not? We’re both women. We both do it. Does it really matter?” I asked, cupping my breast and squeezing a hard, swollen nipple between my finger and thumb.

Ruby stared at me wordlessly, her eyes trailing up and down my bare body. I saw how hard her nipples looked and noticed how she squirmed ever so discreetly in the deck chair. She seemed interested.

“It’s okay if you want to do it, too,” I told her.

“I’m not going to, to masturbate in front of my mother!” she exclaimed, her eyes meeting mine.

“Well, I’m not going to stop,” I said, enjoying the hungry look in her eyes and how she couldn’t quit watching me. She was turned on, no doubt about it. Part of me understood that she didn’t have to watch. Ruby could have gone back inside, and I would have let her. Instead, she couldn’t take her eyes away. “God, I’m positively dripping,” I said, bringing two glistening fingers to my lips for a taste.

“Really?” she asked, shaking her head as if I was being silly.

“What? I like how I taste,” I said, going back to rubbing myself. I shoved two fingers inside my hot, wet cunt, driving them as deep as they could go. “I think pussies are delicious.”

“You are such a pervert.” She tried to make it sound flippant, but I could hear the tension in her voice. This was affecting Ruby far more than she was letting on.

“Really?” I asked. “At least I’m not afraid of saying yes to pleasure.”

When I said that, Ruby blinked hard, as if I had insulted her. “Are you calling me a prude?”

“Oh no, baby, never,” I insisted. Even with two fingers probing my vagina, I was still her mom. “You’re not a prude. A prude wouldn’t get naked with me. A prude wouldn’t watch me doing this.”

“It is kinda hot,” Ruby said, squeezing her thighs together and squirming without being discreet.

“Do it with me,” I urged.

“I can’t,” she whispered in a frustrated tone. “Not in front of you.”

“Do it for me,” I said without hesitating. “Let Mommy see.”

“For real?” she asked in a shocked voice, searching my eyes for the permission she needed.

“Yes, baby. I want to see you finger your cunt. Show Mommy.”

“Oh, God,” she groaned as a wayward hand began to stray across her belly. “Are you sure…?”

“Yes,” I insisted and stuck with the words that seemed to make a difference to her. “Let Mommy see.” I watched her slip that hand between her legs, her cheeks flushed a deep pink.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” I assured her. “We’re not doing anything wrong.”

“Yes we are,” she said, but didn’t stop. “You’re my mother.”

“So?” I asked, reaching over and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “You’re beautiful. I’m beautiful. Let’s be beautiful together.”

With a shaky giggle, Ruby managed to relax a bit. “I’m feeling kinda beautiful.”

“Are you really wet?”

She nodded. “What about you?”

“So wet,” I said, holding up my hand to let Ruby see how my fingers were coated with her mother’s essence, then tucked that hand back between my legs.

“Ooooohh… it feels funny doing this outside.”

“It feels better,” I said, suggesting she open her legs wider. “Let the sun see you love yourself.”

“Oh, God,” she moaned, opening her knees wide to the sun’s warm glow.

“Come for me, baby,” I said, sitting up and swinging my legs off the side of the deck chair so I could get a good view of what she was doing. “Let Mommy see you get off.”

“Really?” she asked, without the exasperated tone in her voice that’s usually reserved for parents.

“You are so lovely,” I sighed, watching Ruby’s fingers pressing against her shaved slit. I kept rubbing my own pussy, so fucking turned on watching my daughter masturbate. “Do it, baby. Show Mommy how amazing you look when you come.”

“Oh, God,” she repeated, staring at me. “Do you really like watching me do this, Mommy?”

My excitement soared. Ruby hadn’t called me “Mommy,” since she was in grade school. She was getting into the game with me. For the first time, I realized there was a distinct possibility that my child and I might soon be making love. “Yes, baby,” I assured her, reaching out to gently open her legs even further. “Do it. Get off. Mommy wants to see.”

“I’m doing it, Mommy. I’m touching myself for you.”

“We’re doing it,” I corrected her. “We’re doing it together, baby girl.”

A shiver ran through her body. “Sooooo hot,” she moaned.

“So hot,” I said, gazing at Ruby’s nipples, so swollen that they looked as if they ached. Without thinking about it, I reached out to take one between my finger and thumb, lightly pinching it.

“Oh, MOM!” she gasped, her body jerking with a renewed spasm of pleasure.

“Come for me. Come for Mommy.”

“YES!” my precious young lady cried out as she dug her heels in, thrust her pelvis upward and shuddered through her orgasm. Clutching my own pussy, I came with her – though she didn’t see it, as her eyes were screwed tightly shut.

Finally she went limp, stretched out on the deck chair and panting for breath. “Now… now you do it,” she mumbled.

The way she looked at me, I didn’t have the heart to say I had just gotten off. Instead, I lay back, parted my legs and asked, “Are you going to watch me come? I mean, really watch?”

“Sure, if that’s okay?” Ruby asked, sitting up to get a better view.

“Why don’t you sit down here?” I patted the foot of the deck chair, pulling my knees up and opening them wide so she could really see me rub my pussy.

She slowly rose. “I’ve never, y’know, watched a woman do this,” Ruby said, positioning herself between my legs. “Well, except on the Internet.”

“It’s more thrilling in real life,” I said, reveling in my daughter’s watchful gaze..

“Your pussy is lovely,” Ruby said, absently touching my calf. She glanced up at me. “Are you sure this is okay?”

“Look at it this way, sweetie… maybe I like you watching me,” I suggested as I cupped one of my tits, capturing the nipple between my fingers.

She pondered that for a moment. “Because I’m another woman… or because I’m your daughter?”

“Yes,” I told her with a knowing smile.

My daughter was quicker on the uptake this time, her eyes flashing with excitement. She was getting closer and closer to divining my hidden feelings for her, I could tell. “Wow…”

“I love you,” I said, sitting up and caressing the side of her face.

“I love you, too,” she said, holding my gaze for only a moment before her eyes were drawn back down to my body. “You’re incredible, Mom… I want to be just like you.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet,” I said, sliding my hand down Ruby’s shoulder and across her chest, lightly grazing her nipples with the tips of my fingers.

She didn’t seem to mind it when I touched her. “Do I really feel like you did when you were my age?” When I nodded, she placed my hand on her breasts. “It’s okay if you want to touch me there.”

On instinct, and an absolute love for my child, I began to roam her bare chest, caressing those flawless tits until it hit me: I was feeling her up! But she didn’t seem to mind, not a bit.

Meeting Ruby’s eyes, I whispered, “Sweetheart, I – I don’t want to stop doing this.”

“Then don’t,” she said, holding my hand in place.

I took her hand; guided it to my own chest. Just as I had, Ruby began to caress me without hesitation. Could she feel the racing of my heart?

Now she was using both hands – teasing my nipples with her thumbs, spreading her fingers over my breasts like opening flowers, weighing their heft. I could have swooned.

Through the thick haze of lust, I heard Ruby say, “Do you really think this is how mine will feel in a few years?”

“Yes,” I assured her, feeling the heat rise inside me. “If you keep doing that… oh, God, you’re going to make Mommy come.”

“I think you’re doing that to yourself,” she said, glancing at the hand moving between my legs.

“We’re doing it together,” I said. “Because of this,” I squeezed one of her tits. “And this,” I added, arching my back and pressing my tit against her hand.

“Go for it…” she said. A moment later, she added, “…Mommy.”

I cried out as my orgasm came crashing down, quickly reaching an unimaginable peak. Seeing Ruby watch me only added to the thrill. It was amazing, more powerful than the climax I’d had a few minutes earlier. My body was bucking so frantically that I felt the deck chair shift about beneath me, scraping against the concrete patio.

It felt utterly wonderful to share this joyous moment with my daughter. But I wanted more.

“That was incredible.” Ruby breathed.

Dazed though I was, it didn’t escape my notice that she hadn’t been looking between my legs when I came. She was staring at me, watching her mother in ecstasy – and very much liking what she saw.

I couldn’t restrain myself for one second longer.

“Kiss me,” I demanded, slipping a hand behind Ruby’s head and bringing her to me until our mouths met. I needed that kiss more than anything on God’s green earth, but just touching my lips to hers wasn’t enough. Upping the stakes, I plunged my tongue into her mouth.

I had no idea how my daughter would respond when I made my big move, but thank the stars, she met and matched my passion, her own tongue flashing to life and joining the lustful dance. We kissed for a very long time.

“Holy smokes!” she exclaimed when our kiss finally broke. “That was… intense.”

“How intense?” I asked, still fondling her breasts. “Like, ‘I just got excited all over again,’ intense?” I slid my hand down to rest on her flat tummy, and I don’t doubt that she knew what I had in mind.

“Mom? Will you kiss me again?” was all Ruby said.

I answered by crushing my lips to hers… and she responded just as I wanted, kissing me like a lover. When my hand dropped Ruby’s thigh, she immediately parted her legs, as if inviting me in. Without asking, I reached in between them to cup her sex. My daughter moaned into our kiss when I sank two fingers into the depths of her wet, creamy pussy. God, she was hot as an oven!

Kissing my daughter filled me with a desire I hadn’t felt in months of sexual activity. Maybe the love I had for Ruby as my child only strengthened the hunger I felt for her as a lovely young woman.

I felt Ruby’s cunt open to my probing fingers as I eagerly fucked her. I knew she would need more than fingers inside her for the orgasm I had planned, though. I’m gonna rock your world, daughter dear.

“Don’t stop, Mom,” she begged between kisses.

“I won’t, honey,” I purred, claiming Ruby’s mouth again as I caressed her swollen clitoris. That tight, little bump felt so good beneath my fingers. She began to grind against my hand, needing more of my touches as her excitement grew. Very soon, I felt her tense up. A few seconds more of tweaking her clit was all she needed before I felt my darling daughter’s orgasm overwhelm her body with the fury of a tsunami.

Our mouths broke apart while Ruby drank in deep lungfuls of air, shaking her head in helpless awe. I couldn’t help but smile as I asked, “I thought you never came with someone else?”

“I don’t,” she said, still reeling from her orgasm. “I mean, that’s the first time.”

“Now you know it’s possible.”

“I love you, Mom,” she said, throwing both arms around me in the sort of big bear hug she gave me when at her happiest. It felt so good holding her naked body against mine. It felt good in ways most mothers and daughters will never know.

“I love you, too, baby,” I said, hugging her back while my desire began to stir inside, that familiar warmth making itself known.

When Ruby began peppering my face with tiny kisses, I took one of her hands and slipped it between my legs.

She tentatively stroked my labia. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Yes, you do,” I assured her with a kiss on the lips.

“You’re so wet.”

“Because of you, baby girl,” I said. She looked at me as if she couldn’t believe her hand was really doing this; touching the cunt of her own mother. “Put a finger inside.”

“Like this?” she asked, slipping a single finger inside my needful pussy.

“Deeper,” I moaned. She added a second finger without being told. “That’s it, baby. Fuck your mommy.”

Ruby giggled like a naughty schoolgirl. “You just said ‘fuck’.”

“Mommy likes when you fuck her pussy,” I said, snickering along with my daughter because of how silly it sounded. Silly, yet strangely hot, too.

“Do you, Mommy?” she asked in a little-girl voice as my pussy clenched around her probing fingers. “Does Mommy really like that?”

“Bitch,” I said, laughing as Ruby got further into character, assuming an innocently childish expression..

Again with the voice: “Mommy likes being called Mommy, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mommy does.” It worked when I said it, too. My cunt was a swamp, leaving a huge wet spot on the deck chair cushion that I’d probably never get out

“Is Mommy going to come for her little girl?” Ruby asked with a big, playful smirk.

I was on the verge, seconds away from yet another orgasm. “Shut up and kiss me,” I said, pressing our mouths together for another heated mingling of tongues. This one lasted until I was going off like a mile-long string of firecrackers, thrashing wildly until I passed out.

I came to right away, though… and there was Ruby, kneeling between my legs, gazing at me with adoring eyes. “I… I never knew I could do that,” she said. “I really made you come, huh?”

“Like a wildcat,” I mumbled, feeling deliciously lazy.

Climbing back into the chair next to mine, Ruby spread herself out offering me her pussy. “Wanna do it to me again?”

My fatigue vanished as if by magic, and I sat up to study my naked daughter. “I have a better idea,” I said, struggling to my feet and extending a hand. Reaching out, Ruby allowed me to lead her into the house, then up the stairs to my room, where I eased her onto the bed with a nudge. Without being told, she stretched out as if she belonged there, and I lay down alongside her. Turning on our sides, we pressed our naked bodies together as we came together yet again in a kiss.

Rolling on top of my daughter, I began nuzzling a pathway down her neck and across her collarbone, finally reaching those pert little tits. I brought her nipples to stiffness with my tongue, but was impatient to explore the rest of her bare body. Soon I laid a line of kisses that moved down to her belly button. It wasn’t until I pressed my lips below her navel that Ruby tensed, pausing me with a single word. “Mom?”

“It’s okay, sweetie, it’s okay. I want to do this,” I said, flashing her a reassuring grin. I paused to admire her puffy, pink pussy and how it glistened with wetness. I did that, I told myself. Getting down on my belly, I looked up to watch my daughter as I pressed my tongue against her smooth slit for the first time.

“Oh, God,” she gasped, staring at me in disbelief. “Are you really doing this?”

“Yes,” I said before running my tongue all the way through her slit. Pausing to lick my lips, I added, “You taste wonderful.”

“Do I?” she asked with trembling lips.

“So good,” I purred before going to work on Ruby’s luscious pussy.

I’m very acquainted with the delights of oral sex, both giving and getting. When done correctly, it’s an act of passion, the most intimate of kisses. Seeing my daughter spread out before me made it an act of worship, too. I loved Ruby more than anything or anyone, and now I was going to give her the gift of a mother’s love.

Circling her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, I watched her squirm in ecstasy. I pushed her knees up towards her chest, opening that delicious cunt even wider. Taking a deep breath, I thrust my tongue deep inside, drinking deeply of her youthful nectar. I could have happily gone down on my child for hours. But more than that, I wanted to make her come again.

I zeroed in on her clitoris. Using my tongue, I flicked that tiny button from side to side, up and down, then in tight, tiny circles. I watched her reaction, paying attention to what she liked best. As far as I could tell, it didn’t matter – she loved it all, a steady quiver pulsing through Ruby’s legs as that sweet fire mounted higher and higher.

“I’m s-s-so close,” she stammered, pressing her heels into my bed and lifting her pelvis up as if offering her sex to me.

I accepted my daughter’s gift, teasing her for a bit longer before zeroing in on her vaginal opening, using my fingers to lightly rub her clit. I licked and lapped at her juicy flesh with joy and affection, determined to bring her off one more time. I watched her head rolling moving from side to side as her pleasure grew and grew until at last, it spilled over. She exploded in orgasm, groaning, gasping, twitching, flooding my face with her nectar. I drank from her, loving every drop.

Soon she lay motionless except for the rise and fall of her chest. Her hair was mussed, her body glazed in sweat, and all I could do was marvel at her beauty.

“Jesus, Mom…  you really did that, huh?” she said.

“I loved licking you,” I said, stretching out next to her. We shared a messy kiss, the two of us enjoying the rich flavor of Ruby that lingered on my tongue.

“You taste like pussy,” she cooed.

“Your pussy, kiddo,” I reminded her, and we kissed again.

“I love you, Mom,” she said.

“Show me,” I said, laying on my back and guiding her on top of me. “Give me what I gave you. Lick your mommy’s pussy.”

“First, I want to suck these big titties of yours,” Ruby said, moving down to my chest.

She made love to my breasts for a long, delightful while, having a great time, then kissed her way down until she was lying between my legs. “I’m new at this,” she said, “but I’ll do my best.”

I lay back, buzzing in anticipation until I felt her tongue slip between my pussy lips for her first taste. “Ohhh, yes, angel,” I moaned. “That’s it, baby. Eat your mommy’s pussy.”

I don’t know why it thrilled me so much to say it like that, I only know it did. Maybe it had something to do with the taboos we were breaking. Mothers aren’t supposed to encourage their daughters to go down on them, after all. I didn’t care. Once again, I’d refused to say no to pleasure… and now, Ruby and I were closer than ever.

She was getting into it, licking me with steadily increasing enthusiasm. “Do it, Ruby,” I purred, tangling my fingers in her hair. “Make Mommy feel good.” I moaned as her tongue found my clit and she began to toy with it, trying different ways to drive me up the wall.

I saw Ruby looking at me while she ate my cunt. Her eyes sparkled with delight, and I knew she was having a wonderful time. I writhed against her, a slight roll to my hips, wanting and needing her like I never had before with a lover. I wanted to come in my daughter’s face. I wanted to fill her mouth with my honey. I wanted to see her cheeks glisten with my wetness and then taste myself on her lips.

Fleeting moments quickly turned into minutes that passed all too soon. I had no idea how long it took, only that every second was filled with absolute bliss. Not just what Ruby was doing to me, but also knowing I’d realized my dream of making love to my adorable daughter. And I knew for certain that this wouldn’t be the last time Ruby and I came together to fuck.

Finally, I went over the edge, falling headlong into that glorious emptiness. Ruby continued to love me with her mouth until I begged her to stop. .

“Fuck, you taste good,” Ruby said, squirming into my open arms.

“Kiss me, sweetheart,” I said, eager to taste myself on her tongue.

We kissed for a very long time. As I held my daughter in my arms, I couldn’t imagine loving another person more than I loved her right then.

“Mom?” she asked after a long while.

“Yes, dear?” I asked, having no idea how hard I would be laughing in a few seconds.

“When’s dinner? I’m really hungry.”

I couldn’t help it. I roared with laughter. We were lying together in bed, both of us stark naked, my room smelled of lesbian sex, and my daughter wanted to know when we were going to eat dinner?

I gave her a typical Mom response, “As soon as you start cooking.”

“I’ll make you come again if you cook for us,” she said. Always the negotiator, my Ruby.

“How about if I promise to do that for you if you cook?” I fired back.

“Deal!” she said, bounding out of bed and dashing for the door.

I got up and followed her to the kitchen — happy to be naked with Ruby, happy to see her naked.

As she began to assemble the ingredients for spaghetti, I watched my daughter, filled with a mellow satisfaction. This was just the beginning of what promised to be a very enjoyable summer.

The End