Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

(Previously in Part One: Valerie’s elaborate plans to celebrate her daughter Didi’s twelfth birthday are undone when the power of their home goes out. To pass the time, Valerie proposes a game of Truth or Dare, declaring a No Mad Zone so Didi can be completely frank with her. Perhaps inevitably, the talk soon takes a sexual turn as mother and daughter share secrets.)

By Louisa May

Waiting for Mom to return from the bathroom, Didi idly fondled her missy through the flimsy boxers she wore. It was her turn to choose in their game of Truth or Dare, and she was trying to summon up the nerve to ask for what she really wanted. After all, Mum was the one who came up with the whole ‘No Mad Zone’ idea, so I can say whatever I like. And if Mum picks ‘dare’… well she’d have to do it, wouldn’t she?

Just then Valerie returned, picked up her beer and with the other hand, tugged repeatedly at the waistband of her panties — in and out, in and out, fanning herself down there. “Whew! It is so dang hot!” She looked at Didi and grinned. “Man, I am feeling this beer! Woo-hoo!” She extended a foot, almost losing her balance, and poked Didi with her big toe. “Your turn, Miss Viteri.”

Didi looked up at her mom, who was definitely a little drunk. Should I? She took a deep breath, then a pull on her beer. Sure. Go for it. “Okay, umm… Truth or Dare, Ms. Viteri?”

“Well, if you put it that way…” Her eyebrows rose as she gave her daughter a sly look, then answered, “DARE.” She wiggled her eyebrows in an imitation of Groucho Marx, then bared her teeth in mock terror. “Yikes!”

Didi’s heart was beating uncomfortably fast. She took another deep breath. “All right. I dare you to… to teach me how to kiss, the way that you got taught.” She kept her eyes on her mother’s, her expression defiant. Perhaps a bit fearful.

Valerie’s mouth fell open, and stayed that way. Her eyes were wide. She shook her head, very slightly from side to side. “Didi…”

“What? You said no wrong questions. Remember? Doesn’t that also mean no wrong dares?”

“I know, but… Didi…”

“Mom…” Didi sat up. putting her feet on the floor. “You said it makes all the difference if someone you know, someone who loves you…”

Valerie pressed both hands to her cheeks. They were hot. She was hot. She bounced on her toes, then lightly slapped herself. “Wow, wow, WOW!” Seating herself beside Didi, she took the girl’s hand. “I did say all those things, yes.” She kissed Didi’s knuckles. “And you are so beautiful, I could eat you up!” She gave Didi’s knuckle a light bite. “But honey, I’m your mother. That wouldn’t be… weird to you? Making out with your own mom?”

Didi stared down at her knees. “No. It really wouldn’t. Feel weird. ‘Cause, you know, you’re just the one person who I’d want to teach me. And besides, you’re pretty sexy… for a mom.” She looked up, her eyes filled with hope.

“Oh, my GOD. Come here,” and Valerie leaned in to hug her daughter tightly. “Thank you, baby.” She kissed Didi a few times on the cheek, then once on the top of the head before releasing her.

Briskly wiping a tear away, Valerie studied the twelve-year-old as if for the first time. “Hmm…” She glanced at the other end of the couch, then around the room, until her eye landed on the stool she’d been sitting on before. “Yes.” Getting up, she sat there, hands on her knees, then gestured to her child. “Here. Come sit with me.”

Didi stood, aware of a slight dizziness that wasn’t just from the beer she’d consumed. “Whoa.”

“I know, right? Don’t get up too fast.” Valerie was reaching out to Didi, who took a shaky step forward, suddenly feeling a bit unsure of herself.  She continued to beckon to her daughter. “Here,” she patted her upper thighs. “On Mommy’s lap.”

Drawing closer, Didi began to arrange herself in a side-saddle position on her mother’s thighs, but Valerie stopped the girl in mid-motion with a light tap on her bottom. “No, silly, facing me,” she said. “So we can be eye-to-eye. Here.” She helped the girl straddle her. “Now, scoot up to me. Nice and close.”

Didi did as Valerie asked, moving nearer until their bellies were touching. Their faces were inches apart, and they looked at each other without speaking for a moment.

Finally, Valerie reached up to brush a few loose strands of deep red hair from her daughter’s brow. “So, little girl…” She smiled, almost shyly. “Still wanna do this?”

Didi could only nod.

“Okay,” Valerie said. She pushed her own thick dark hair back with both hands, then touched Didi’s lips with a fingertip. Her voice went low, almost whispering. “Kissing… I mean real kissing, with a lover, or someone you really want to be a lover, is about exploring together. Our lips, our mouths, our tongues. The best thing to do at first is to relax, to go with whatever your partner might be doing. It’s an adventure in getting to know the real person, the real inside of a person. There’s no bad stuff, no pressure, just… fun, like, ‘ohh, yes, that’s who you are… ’” She tapped her daughter’s nose. “Okay, then?”

Again, the girl nodded. Being this close to her mother was magical. Her dark eyes shone like onyx.

Valerie gazed adoringly at her daughter. “God… you are so beautiful…”

“You are, too,” Didi managed to say, her voice feeling impossibly small.

“Okay,” her mother whispered, “let’s do this thing.” Tilting her head, she slowly brought her lips to her daughter’s.

Didi moved into the kiss, meeting her mother halfway. She felt their mouths touch, barely brushing, then Mom’s lips began to play. There was moisture, then an openness, a wonderful warmth… and it became like a wondrous dream, feeling her mother’s warm, soft mouth, tasting her, breathing in her intoxicating scent. Mom’s body was pressing into hers, silken arms circling her back, and she was pushing her center into her mother’s. There was a thickening, her breathing growing deep; sounds, sighs…

… they came apart in slow motion, still nestled together, their saliva mixed, mouths glistening, mother and child staring into each other’s stunned eyes.

Valerie took a deep, sudden breath, like she’d just surfaced after a long time underwater. She smiled, and Didi saw her lip quiver. “Was that good?”

Once again words failed Didi, and she nodded.

Valerie giggled, a touch of pink in her cheeks. “I know… that was really good…” She let the back of her hand glide against the softness of her daughter’s cheek. “You’re just a natural, aren’t you…”

Allowing both hands to rest on Didi’s bottom, she gave it a loving pat. “I don’t think I have any more to teach you, kiddo –”

“Wait,” Didi pleaded. “Just one more time.” Valerie’s eyebrows rose. “So I remember?”

With a breathless laugh, Valerie lightly pinched her child’s tender bottom. “You little liar! You’ll remember how to do this for the rest of your life! You knew when you were born!”

“Pleeease?” Didi gave Mom her biggest, brightest smile.

“Oh, don’t you dare use your dimples on me…”

Still smiling, Didi said, “No, really. It was just… the best thing ever. Ever.” She pressed her lips together, then in a small voice, said, “One more time?”

Valerie shook her head. “All right, then… kiss me, crazy girl!” She leaned in again.

Once more, mother and daughter immersed themselves in their dream world. As lips, tongues, mouths joined and meshed, mother and daughter explored each other’s bodies, thoughtlessly, heedlessly. Didi’s thin arms twined around her mother’s waist, feeling her softness, hands sliding down, fingers exploring the delicate bones of her spine, moistened by her sweat. Valerie was half-aware of the heat of her daughter’s middle against her belly as she let her hands squeeze Didi’s beautiful, plump little bottom, felt it tighten, respond, open…

This time their uncoupling was more sudden, leaving Valerie out of breath. “Okay, okay, okay, that’s enough.” She looked down at her daughter, her eyes a bit wild. “I’m getting a little too much into this. Upsy!” She motioned for Didi to rise, and helped the girl to her feet.

Things still seemed a bit surreal to Didi as she flopped back down on the couch. She watched her mom lace all ten fingers into her hair and shake it vigorously. Taking a huge breath, Valerie blew it out. “Woof!” She shook her head again, like a wet dog. “Man! Well, that sure woke me up!” She leaned back on the stool, then stood. “Where’s my beer?” Valerie snatched it up from the table and took a long pull, then pointed at Didi. “You…”

Her daughter smiled weakly. “Me…”

“Yep. You.” She took another swig. “All right. Let’s keep it going!” She grinned at her daughter. “Truth… or dare.. ?”

Didi bit her lip, then giggled. She drew her knees up and wrapped both arms around them, then laughed into her own lap. “I don’t know!” Then she unwound, and lay back, legs splayed. “Dare?” She made a face, her braces shining.

“Are you sure?” her mother leered down at her.

“Um, no…?”

Valerie smiled. “Tough. Dare it is!” She leaned forward. “I dare you… to get naked!”

Didi’s mouth fell open. “Whaaat?”

Her mother grinned. “Get naked! With me!” She spread her arms wide. “Didi, I am so frickin’ hot, it’s ridiculous. I mean, these clothes I’m wearing right now, even this little bit,” she snapped the waistband of her panties, “they’re just soaked, and uncomfortable, and, I mean… why not?”

Didi just sat there, her green eyes open wide.

“Heck,” and Valerie took another swig of beer. “You don’t have to strip down, but I’m gonna…” She put down her beer again. “And I just thought it would be a lot more fun… and less weird for me… if you got naked too.” She shrugged. “Your call.”

Didi sat up. “Okay, I will.”

Valerie’s eyes lit up. “Really?” Didi nodded, pressing her lips together, then grinned as her mom actually clapped, really fast. “Oh, good, good, good!” Standing over her daughter, she bent down to kiss the top of her head. “Good girl!”

She straightened, then reached for the hem of her t-shirt. “I should go first, since it was my idea…” The last words were a bit muffled as she tugged the shirt over her head. She threw it behind her. No top now, her breasts gloriously bare. She struck a pose. “Ta-daah!”

Didi gazed in awe at her mother’s partial nudity. Valerie paused to let the girl look, suddenly feeling a little shy, but delighted by her daughter’s unabashed admiration. “Here they are,” she murmured, then did a quick shimmy, letting her breasts jiggle. She snickered. “Yup, that’s them, baby. Nice, huh?”

Didi loved her mom’s nipples, how perky they were. “Yeah… so nice…”

Valerie gave a little bow. “Thank you, thank you.” She grasped her waistband. “Next!” She started to pull her panties down, then stopped. “Wait.” She glanced around. “Shouldn’t I have some music for this?” Turning to present her ass to Didi, she began to improvise her own stripper tune.

“Da-da-daaaa… da-da-da-daaa…” Valerie growled as she pulled her panties slowly down her hips for her daughter, one side at a time… “Da-da-daaa, da-da-da-daaa…”

Didi was transfixed, watching Mom bare her unbelievably sexy bottom. She had a hand between her legs now, pressing it against her missy.

Valerie paused, panties ringing her knees. Peering over a shoulder, she studied her bottom, frowning. “Oh my God, I am so fat.” She looked back at Didi. “My butt is so fat!”

Didi could only shake her head. “Your butt is not fat, Mom, stop it. That’s just stupid. Your butt is amazing.”

Valerie gave her daughter a bashful smile. “Really? You’re not just saying that?”

Didi shook her head. “Mom. Seriously? Do you not know how amazing your bottom is?”

“Thank you, baby. I’m being silly. This is silly.” Stepping out of her panties, Valerie stood naked before Didi, whose eyes were immediately drawn to her mother’s big black bush. “Okay, honeybunch. Your turn.”

Didi looked up at her mother. Yes, she had taken the dare. And yes, Mom was now naked, standing before her. She swallowed; took a deep breath. “Okay.” She stood up, reached for the hem of her t-shirt, and started to pull it over her head. As often happened with her pigtails, the shirt caught on them. She gave a muffled, “Yikes!”

Valerie stepped in to assist. “Here we go, baby…” She pulled the shirt over her daughter’s head, then cast it away. “And there we go.” Didi trembled inside as she faced her mom, now bare from the waist up.

“Ohh, look at you!” Valerie exclaimed, looking closely at her daughter’s newly formed breasts. “Oh, my…” She stepped back, admiring. “You are sprouting, pretty girl!”

Didi felt herself blush, like, right down to her toes. “Mom…”

Valerie put a hand to her chest. “Oh, I am just…” She began to tear up. “Oh my God, you are growing, aren’t you? You’re just growing into such a beautiful woman, Didi!”

Didi bit her lip. “I – I guess so…”

Her mother smiled. “I guess so.” She touched the nub of her daughter’s breast with the tip of a finger. Didi didn’t stop her. “Like a… a little scoop of cotton candy…”

Her daughter giggled. “Or a Necco wafer…”

Valerie laughed. “Good! Or… oh, I know… a Hershey’s Kiss. A pink Hershey’s Kiss!”

Didi looked down at herself and smiled. “Yeah… that sounds good.”

“Okay, kiddo,” Valerie said, folding her arms, “you’re not done with the dare yet. One more thing to take off!” She glanced meaningfully at Didi’s boxer shorts, the last item of clothing between them.

Having shucked her top, Didi felt less nervous about undressing for her mother. In fact, she found herself sort of enjoying how it made her feel. Sexy, almost.

Gazing into Valerie’s eager eyes, Didi began to work the boxers down over her hips, taking her time about it. A little shiver of excitement flickered through the girl when she saw Mom lick her lips. Didi casually turned around as she pushed the shorts down to her ankles, bending all the way down in front of her mother. Was that a gasp she heard? Didi decided to think so.

She stepped out of the boxers, then stood facing Valerie. Now mother and daughter were both completely naked, and they paused to look at each other for a moment. This was… new.

Valerie finally broke the lengthy silence. “Wait! I know! Hold on…” She padded over to the candle bureau and began to open drawers, muttering, “No… no…” finally bending down to tug the lowest drawer open.

Didi watched, thrilled by what she saw. Her mom was naked! And now, as she rummaged through that bottom drawer, Didi saw everything, everything her mother had. All her most intimate secrets. The twelve-year-old stood motionless, paralyzed with a hunger she didn’t quite understand. Yeah, she wanted something, but what was it?

“Yes!” Her mother triumphantly emerged with her Casio keyboard. “C’mon, kiddo – let’s go for a ride on the Soul Train!” She placed the keyboard on the coffee table, then knelt before it. “Thank God for batteries.” Valerie pressed a button, and a simple drumbeat emerged.

Hunching over the device, she began to expertly punch the keys, finding a funky bass line to match up with the rhythm. “Check this out!”

She hit a few more buttons, then a rhythm guitar meshed with the bass to create a compelling groove. Valerie stood up, flushed and happy.

Didi could only stare as Mom moved towards her, still gloriously nude. She extended a hand, coaxing Didi to her feet… and then they were dancing, moving and shaking it to this cool music, clapping to the beat… and actually bumping butts! Then they’d do it again — and again!

“Good times! These… are… the… good times!” Her mom sang along, working her hips in time to the churning rhythm. Didi was loving it. And bu-ump! And bu-ump!

Valerie was laughing. “Oh my God, our butts are so sweaty!” Didi blushed at that but continued to move, still caught up in their sexy dance.

Eventually, they were both a bit out of breath. Valerie bent to press a button, cutting the music off in mid-beat. She sighed. “Good times.” She grinned at Didi. “Right?”

“Absolutely…” Didi flopped back down on the couch. She drank in the view of her mother: sweaty, flushed, beautiful… and still bare naked.

Setting the Casio on the bureau, Valerie turned to her daughter. “Ohh-kay…”

Didi raised her hand. “My turn!” She burped. “Oops.”

“Go for it!” Valerie plunked down opposite her daughter, one knee up, and took a sip of her beer.

Didi couldn’t take her eyes off her mom’s voluptuousness; her full, mature breasts, those protruding nipples… the plump lips of her sex, nestled within the thick fur…

“Truth or Dare, Mom?”

Valerie raised both eyebrows. Didi hadn’t called her that for at least three years. “Umm, Truth.”

“Okay. So, um, tell me about… who taught you how to kiss. I mean, who taught you, and… and what else did you do with him?”

Nibbling her lower lip, Valerie gazed thoughtfully at her daughter. “This is a Truth, huh?”

Didi, now sitting cross-legged, nervously scissored her knees back and forth. “I don’t know… I guess.”

Valerie drained the dregs of her beer, set the empty bottle down, then slid over. She pulled Didi towards her until they were sitting perpendicular to each other on the couch, with Didi’s feet in her mother’s lap. Valerie held up a small foot and lightly slapped the bare sole. “Yes. This is a Truth.” She kissed a toe, and smiled at her wide-eyed daughter. “Right?”

Didi whispered, “Yes.”

“Okay.” She  looked meaningfully at her daughter. “I’ve never told this to anyone. Ever. But I’m going to tell it now. That’s how much I love you.”

Cradling Didi’s feet in her lap, Valerie began to gently massage one of them. “So. First of all… it wasn’t a ‘him.’ It was a ‘her’.”  She smiled wickedly at her daughter. “Yes. When I was like, ten, eleven… pretty much around your age, maybe even a little younger… I had a piano teacher, who was also the librarian where I got all my books for school and such.” She squeezed an instep. “I was a really good student.”

Didi was already loving this story. She watched her mother tell it, hanging on every word.

“My piano teacher, and librarian, was a woman named Miss Rochelle. Miss Arlene Rochelle. She was, I guess you’d say, a mousy-looking woman – kind of thin, with glasses, and she always dressed very properly, in two-piece dresses — taffeta, chenille, gingham… with a strand of pearls. Always very prim and proper.” Valerie took the other foot in her hand. “I mean, I always thought she was pretty, even before, when I was just… one of those kids who needed her help in the library.” Her strong fingers worked into and around Didi’s metatarsals. “She had a very deceptive appearance, I’d say. At first, you’d see a mousy librarian type, but then you’d notice these enormous eyes of hers… big, and brown, like a doe’s.

“So my first day of piano lessons – which took place at her house, by the way — I went there after school, still in my old Catholic school uniform: white blouse, plaid skirt, bobby socks and saddle shoes. And there she was, all in her dress and pearls.

“She sat next to me on the piano bench… and I played, and — I was pretty awesome too, I have to say, a real little worker-ant — and after a little while, I finished my piece, and Miss Rochelle just kind of looked at me with those huge doe eyes she had, her mouth kind of half-open… like she’d been startled by how good I made her feel. And, honey, I don’t know what came over me, but I said to her, ‘You smell really good.’”

Valerie stared at Didi, making an eyes-wide, what-was-I-thinking? face. “Crazy. And she’s just looking at me with that gorgeous kind of alien spirit face… and she says, ‘Would you like to kiss me?’ At first I thought, wait, what? And I actually said, ‘What?’ And Miss Rochelle put a hand on my shoulder and said again, ‘Would you like to kiss me?’

“And I was looking up at her, and she seemed so, I don’t know, unreal, or just plain beautiful. All I could do was nod and say, ‘Yeah.’”

Didi felt a tingling all through her body, growing more intense as Mom continued to knead her feet.

“So she says, ‘All right then,’ with that really soft, low voice of hers, then turns around on the bench and tells me, ‘Come here and sit on my lap.’ Like I had you do, a few minutes ago. Right?”

Didi nodded, remembering. Oh, yes. SO good.

“Right. So I hop up on her lap. I mean, I’m small, right? I came up to her chin, I think, sitting there. And she just smiles down at me, and starts telling me all the things I told you. About kissing, remember?”

“Yeah?”

Valerie paused, took a deep breath. “So… we started kissing. And, oh my God…” She shook her head, remembering. “It was just so, so lovely… I just lost myself. And… and, I felt her hands like, stroking my back, running along my sides… rubbing my little bottom through my skirt…”

Didi let her foot be fondled, feeling the tingle move up her legs, getting deeper. “Did you kiss her… other times?”

Valerie giggled. “Oh my God, I can’t even…” Raising Didi’s foot to her lips, she gave it a shy kiss. “I’ll just say this: she was my piano teacher for about four more years. So…”

“So?”

Valerie stared at her for a long moment, then set Didi’s foot down on the couch and stood up. “Nope, that’s all you get! That was your Truth!” She picked up her empty bottle, held it aloft and announced, “One more!” And she headed, moving a bit clumsily, into the kitchen.

Didi watched her mom walk. Her naked mom! This was such a weird night! She drew her knees up and thought hard. Her turn was next. Truth? Dare? What would her mom come up with next? Hmm…

Her mother returned, swigged from her fresh bottle, and splatted down on the stool, legs splayed… oh my gosh, wide open.

Taking a deep breath, Didi looked into her mother’s eyes. “Truth or Dare?”

Valerie opened her mouth, and held it open. She seemed a bit puzzled, then she laughed. “Umm… Truth!” And took another sip.

Caught up in the moment, Didi was so taken with the view of her naked mom, with her closeness, that she honestly had no idea what to ask. “Okay…” Off the top of her head, she came out with, “Have you ever, umm… done something ‘of a sexual nature’… to someone who was… asleep?” Where did that come from? Too late, she realized where… and hoped against hope that Mom wouldn’t call her on it.

Valerie’s mouth opened, and she stared at Didi in disbelief. “What?” Then she giggled. “When they were asleep?” She shook her head, confused. “Baby, that is so weird, why would I even–” Then she gasped and put a hand to her mouth. Her eyes opened wide.

Didi sat up. “What?”

Valerie began shaking her head, waving a hand as if shooing something away. She set her beer down with an awkward clunk.

Didi persisted. “Mom, what?”

Now Valerie was pacing, waving both hands. “No, no, no, no…”

“You have to, Mom.”

Valerie continued to shake her head.

Didi held out both hands. “’No wrong questions? No Mad Zone? Truth, Mom? Truth?’”

Pausing in mid-step. Valerie studied her daughter. Yes, she’d made the rules. She heaved a deep sigh. “Oh, my GOD. I’ve created a monster…” She seated herself at the other end of the couch and turned towards Didi. Noticing the girl’s frown, she was quick to add, “Not you, I don’t mean you, you’re not a monster, I don’t mean that. Just, this game. I didn’t know…” Falling silent, she crossed her legs.

Didi watched her mom for a long moment, finally extending a leg to poke her. When she looked up, Didi said, “It’s about getting to know each other. Right?”

With a rueful smile, Valerie grabbed her daughter’s small foot and gave it a squeeze. “Yeah. Right.” She sighed again. “Ohhh-kay… Jesus… well, hmm.” She let go and smoothed both hands over her thighs, moving back and forth, unable to look at Didi just yet. “Okay, wait.” She got to her feet, swaying a bit. “First things first — I have to pee really bad!”

Didi stood. “Me too.”

“Then bring a candle with you. Oh my God, I’m about to explode.” Valerie made a beeline for the bathroom. Didi followed her with one of the lit candles in a holder.

As soon as they entered, Valerie flopped down on the pot. Didi carefully set the candle on the rim of the sink, then leaned back against the wall, watching her mom.

“Damn, I needed that…” Valerie moaned. She looked up at her daughter. “What’s up, hon?”

Didi gazed expectantly at her mother. “Truth?”

“Oh, yeah,” Valerie sighed. “Well, if it’s really what you want to know.” Tearing off a long strip of toilet paper to wipe herself, she began her story. “Remember back when you were little, like six or seven, and I was going out a lot and, well, partying after work?”

“Yeah. Kind of.”

Valerie looked up at Didi with a tight smile. “Yeah, well, around that time, there was one particular night when I got home, and paid the sitter, and came in to see you sleeping… to, you know, kiss you goodnight, and, umm…” Her voice trailed off, She looked up at Didi again. “No, honey, I can’t… really, it’s, it’s–”

“Mom.”

Valerie was still absently clutching the wad of toilet paper. “What?”

“Mom… after you tell me this… then I’ll tell you, um, what I did. And you’ll probably get really mad. Or just, you know, think I’m weird, but–”

“What? What did you do? What do you mean?” It was amazing how abruptly Valerie seemed to morph back into normal, concerned Mom.

Didi shook her head. “No, you have to tell yours first. That’s the rule, right?”

Valerie opened her mouth, then closed it, rolling her eyes. She murmured, “This is so weird.” Once again, she began to slide both hands up and down her thighs. “Okay, so, umm… remember when you were, like – it was that time when you refused to wear anything to bed? You had to sleep naked? I think it for a couple of years, around when you were five, six, seven…”

“Kind of. Yeah…” Didi was watching Mom rub her legs, not exactly sure why she found the sight so fascinating.

“Yeah,” Valerie continued, “ you had to be naked. So when I came in that night, there you were, and you’d thrown your covers off, so you’re lying there on your back, completely bare… aaand, I started rubbing your tummy, and your chest, and, you know, just looking down at your beautiful little body… and your… your missy.”  She closed her eyes for a moment, remembering. “And so I… I started just, like, running a finger along your little slit.” She extended a finger towards Didi, who didn’t move. “Like this,” and she touched her daughter’s opening with the tip of her finger. Didi took a deep breath, held it. Studying her daughter’s reaction, Valerie moved her finger ever so slightly. “I… I just lightly petted you.” She did this. “And you were so warm down there. Your slit was so… cute, and warm…”

Didi’s lower lip went between her teeth, her heart thudding wildly. Mom’s touching me, she thought.

Valerie’s hand fell back to her lap. “And you just… opened up. Your knees fell apart and you sort of… spread yourself open for me. And you were still asleep! Kinda snoring, even. But your little missy, it somehow seemed to know what it wanted.” She shrugged. “So I just… went for it. I leaned down and I… I kissed it. Then, I started licking you.”

Didi’s eyes got huge, and her mouth fell open. “You…”

Valerie still wouldn’t look at her. “Yep. Just started, like, tasting your little missy.” Now she looked at Didi, almost defiantly.

“How… how long…?“

Valerie smiled slightly. “Oh, it was probably something like… fifteen, twenty seconds? I don’t know… I just hadn’t done anything for so long, I wanted to feel you, to… to taste you, to taste your beautiful little girl slit, your pretty pink insides…” She slowly shook her head. “So yummy… and you…” Valerie looked up at Didi, pointed a finger at her. “You. I sensed the flavor of you, changing.” She took a breath. “Your missy started to taste different, it was a new taste…” She closed her eyes. “ And I knew it was my sweet darling child, getting excited in her sleep… and I was making it happen. It was wonderful…”

Didi felt herself melt and liquify inside. She shifted her body, moving for the first time in several minutes.

“That’s when something just said ‘Stop,’” Valerie said, opening her eyes. They were misty. “So I did. And… yes. That was it.”

Moistening her lips, Didi asked, “Did you ever–”

“Nope. One time only.” She smiled. “Worth it.” Her eyes widened. “Your mom’s pretty weird, huh?” She slapped her knees. “Now you.”

“Okay,” Didi replied, blushing from her mother’s steady gaze. She felt incredibly wet, as if she’d peed herself. And the house was still too warm, even without clothes. “I’m so hot.” She bounced on her toes. “And if you don’t get off a’there, I’m gonna pee on the floor!”

Valerie immediately stood. “Ohh, honey, of course, I’m so sorry. You must be bursting.”

“Potty piggy,” Didi murmured as she sat, all too aware of the seat’s warmth. She immediately let loose a powerful stream.

Valerie giggled. “You’re so cute.”

Didi had her tongue poking out slightly, concentrating. “What?”

“No, you just,” Valerie had switched places with her, and was now leaning against the wall. “You always pee like you’re trying to put out a fire ten stories down…”

Didi’s brows rose, and she suppressed a smile. “When you gotta go, you gotta go.”

Valerie tilted her head, watching carefully as Didi wiped, flushed, and stood. Picking up the flickering candle, she extended a hand. Mother and daughter returned to the living room and took their former positions on the couch.

Sitting back, Valerie brought both knees up to her chin. “Okay, then… it’s your turn to make a confession. What’s this… this thing you promised to tell me about?”

Didi took a breath. “Okay, first… you can’t get mad, right? I mean, even if it was something like… I don’t know…” She turned, sat forward on the couch and gazed up at her mom. “Just… No Mad Zone. Right?”

Valerie looked like she was trying to be okay with this. Finally, with a shaky laugh, she slid over next to Didi. “Right, honey.” She stroked the girl’s curly red hair. “I mean,” she laughed again — “did you hear what I just told you? Can I seriously get mad at you for… for anything?”

“I guess not…”

“I guess not. So…” as she slid back to her end of the couch, “go on with your story. Wait!” Reaching for her beer, she took a deep swig, then set the bottle back down on the table. “Okay.”

“Okay.” Didi settled back into the couch corner, facing her mother. “Umm… so, remember a few years ago when you had the faculty party at that bar? Finnegan’s, or Finian’s… ?”

“It was Flanagan’s, and that was last year. Yes?”

“Oh. Right.” Didi took another deep breath. “So, you know how, when you’re drunk–”

“I wasn’t drunk, I just–”

“I mean, when you’ve been drinking. You have a – you know, it’s hard to wake you up. Right? Remember when the fire drill–”

Valerie raised a hand. “YES, I remember the fire drill, I know sometimes I can be a very deep sleeper. So what’s your point?”

“Umm, my point is…” Didi looked down, murmuring, “See, you’re kinda getting mad already…”

“Aaugh!” Valerie threw her hands in the air, then folded both arms over her head. She stared at her daughter, who stared back. Valerie let her arms fall to her sides, giggled, then shook her head. “I am, you’re right. Unfair.” She slapped her cheeks, like she was applying aftershave. “What is wrong with me?” She blew out air, then glanced at her daughter. “Okay. No more mad. Really. Go ahead.”

“Okay. So when you come home late, you usually look in on me… but that night I heard you in your bathroom, and then the next thing I heard was you snoring.”

Valerie made a face. “Oooh.”

“Yeah, so… I, umm, wanted to make sure you were okay, and, umm…” She fell silent.

Pointing a finger, Valerie sternly said, “The truth, now…”

Didi looked at her and nodded. “Right. ‘Cause, um, I was, I was really feeling like, I don’t know… like I just wanted something. To be near you, I guess. And so, um… when I heard you snoring, I thought that maybe I could come in, and you wouldn’t know.”

Her mother’s face gave nothing away. “And…?”

Another deep breath. “And… so I came into your room, and the light was still on… and you were lying on your tummy, with just the sheet over you. So, umm, I… I pulled the sheet down, and you had on, you know, what you usually have on when you go to bed, that long t-shirt.” She paused, nervously moistening her lips. “You… you looked so beautiful, Mom, the way the light was shining. Anyhow, I poked you, to see if you’d wake up… but you didn’t. And your t-shirt was all bunched up, and I just thought… I don’t know… all of a sudden, I just wanted to see your bottom.” She bit her lip. “Naked.”

“Okay…” Valerie murmured, her expression still completely neutral. “What then?”

“Yeah,” Didi swallowed. “So I, umm, I kinda… pulled your underpants down.”

A hint of surprise. Valerie’s eyes widened. “Like…all the way?”

“No, not at first, just – just down to, like, your knees.” Didi was breathing through her mouth, as if she wasn’t getting quite enough air, thinking I can’t believe I’m really telling her this. “And, it was so… your bottom was so amazing, beautiful… y’know, you were tanned everywhere else, but your bottom was so white. And smooth…”

Sitting perfectly still, Valerie studied her daughter thoughtfully. Waiting for more.

“I just wanted to touch your bottom, I wanted to…” Didi stopped. For an instant, she seemed to lose her nerve, but somehow rallied herself. “So I put my hands on both sides, and I kind of… spread it open…”

“Oh.”

“I just wanted to see your… I don’t know, I was thinking that nobody ever gets to, to see that part of you, but I could right then, if I wanted. And I really did want to.” She stared at her mom. “So I did. I looked.”

“What?”

“You know, your…”

“My asshole?”

Just that word from her mother’s mouth stole Didi’s breath away. She could only nod.

Valerie waited for more. Finally, “Is that.. all that happened?”

Didi shook her head.

“What did you do?”

“No, no – I didn’t, like… touch in there or anything. I just, uh, smelled you.”

“Smelled me?”

“Yeah, I came really close and, and… smelled you. There.”

Her mother nodded, slowly. A hint of smile was playing on her lips. “And… what did I smell like?”

Didi bit her lower lip. “Just… you. You know, a little sweaty, a little dirty, kind of… flowery. I don’t know. You.”

Valerie felt her body getting progressively warmer, and a delicious tingle was building beneath her belly. “So… that was it?”

Her daughter hesitated, then nodded.

“Okay…”

“Okay.”

Valerie gazed in awe at Didi. Oh my lord, she’s so sexy. She took a deep breath. “Wow.”

“Yeah. I know.” She idly teased the top of her slit with the tip of a finger. “Sorry.”

Valerie’s eyes widened. “No, are you kidding me?” She threw her head back and laughed, then pointed at her daughter. “We are such perverts!”

Relieved, Didi smiled. “Yeah. I guess we are.” God, her tummy was doing somersaults. She covered her missy with one hand, gently cupping it. Her mother was watching, but Didi wasn’t feeling nearly as shy now. “Truth or dare, Mom?”

Once more, her mother’s expression became unreadable. “Dare.”

Didi took a deep breath, bracing herself. Say it. Say it. “Then I dare you, to… to show me what you did with your piano teacher.” It came out in a rush. She licked her lips.

Valerie stared at her daughter, mouth slightly ajar. “Show you…?”

Didi nodded, unable to speak over the frantic poundpoundpound of her heart.

A long silence filled the room. Valerie sat motionless, lost in the need she saw so clearly in her child’s sparkling green eyes. She looked over at her stool, then back at Didi. “Okay.” Standing up, she went to the stool and sat, then gestured to Didi. “Come here, baby. Join me on the Seat of Learning.”

Didi stood, a bit unsteadily, and wandered over to sit on Mom’s lap – facing her, like before.

“Scoot in closer,” Valerie said.

Right away, Didi noticed how different it felt this time, now they were now both naked. Better. A lot better. She keenly felt the press of her mom’s sweaty thighs; the tenderness of her own legs as they hugged Mom’s hips, clutching her sturdy pelvis. She felt a tickly sensation as Valerie’s pubes brushed against her bare bottom.

Valerie looked down at her awed daughter. Didi looked up at her. So trusting. Those red, red pigtails; those freckles; even her braces! Such an eager young girl… 

“Okay.” Valerie touched the tip of her index finger to Didi’s lips. “Now, I want you to be very clear here.” She brushed the back of the hand against her daughter’s freckled cheek. “Tell me exactly what you want. Exactly.”

Didi felt the weight of her mom’s edict. “Umm… I want you to… show me what you did with your piano teacher –”

“Arlene, hon. You can call her Arlene.”

“What you did with Arlene, then.” Her mother was silent, waiting to hear more. “Like, I’m you… and you’re, um… you’re Arlene. Like that.”

When Valerie did speak, she did so very softly. “You’re sure? That’s what you want?”

Didi nodded. “I’m sure.”

Valerie smiled. “All right, my dove.” She touched her lips to Didi’s forehead. “Now. Let’s kiss, the same way we did before, okay? To seal the deal.”

That made Didi grin. “Yeah!”

As Valerie leaned in, Didi met her halfway, and they came together in a passionate kiss. They both made sounds as their tongues met and mingled: moans, sighs… They touched, too, stroking and grasping at each other’s bodies in ways they hadn’t before. Naked, they felt much freer to explore.

Eventually, Valerie pulled back. Their faces were inches apart, and a small string of saliva hung between them. “Oh, my darling girl,” she sighed, then kissed Didi again on the forehead. “Let’s go to my room now, okay?”

An overwhelmed Didi could only nod.

“Hang on. I’ll carry you.” Valerie stood, setting Didi on her feet, then tiptoed around the room to blow out the candles. Returning to her daughter, she lifted the girl, cradled her. Eyes closed, Didi clung to her mother, burying her face in those soft, sweet-smelling breasts as she let herself be carried. She basked in the maternal beauty of her mom, utterly content.

Once they’d crossed the threshold of her bedroom, Valerie murmured, “Time to get down, honeylamb.”

Didi felt herself slip slowly downwards until her feet touched the floor. Opening her eyes, she saw Valerie looking down at her, smiling. They were standing by Mom’s bed.

Valerie pointed at the bed. “Lie down there, honey. I’m going to show you now. Everything you want to know.”

Didi climbed onto the bed without a word, stretching out on her back, looking up at her mother.

Lying down beside her child, Valerie began smoothing a hand down Didi’s slight body, caressing every part of the girl that she could reach: legs, tummy, chest, back… speaking to her in a soft, low whisper. “Okay… this is what Arlene did to me, after we’d been kissing for what seemed like days…” Valerie leaned in to give Didi a tender kiss, then met her daughter’s wide-eyed gaze. “You’re sure about this, honey… right?”

Didi looked up at her mother’s lovely face in the flickering candlelight. “Oh, Mom, I am so sure…”

Valerie smiled. “I’m glad.” She could smell her daughter’s excitement, pausing to breathe it in before whispering, “Kiss me, baby girl.” She saw Didi’s lips part, and leaned in. As they came together in a lover’s kiss, she felt Didi’s little hands gliding over her shoulders, her neck… and Valerie responded in kind, trailing a hand along her daughter’s thighs, then between them, cupping her missy. Her middle finger traced a line down Didi’s wet, warm groove.

“Ohhh…” Didi sighed as she felt that finger slide into her secret center. “Oh, Mom…” And she renewed their kiss, sucking, licking, her tongue dancing in Mom’s mouth.

She felt the urge, the wonderful, scary pleasure that was building inside. It tingled, it flashed, it seemed to possess her completely. Mom’s finger continued to move in and out, filling Didi with such deep, deep love… So, SO many good feelings coming at her from every direction, getting bigger, stronger!

Then Didi was bucking and thrashing about as she cried, “Mmmm – ohhHH! Mom! Mom!”

Valerie broke the kiss, still fingering Didi’s wet pussy. Her daughter’s mouth was open, eyes wide with wonder… perhaps a little fear, too. Valerie hastened to soothe the girl, crooning, “Oh, baby, it’s okay, it’s good, let it happen, honey…”

An instant later, Didi’s back arched, her whole body went rigid for a few heartbeats, then she began to shudder, a long, drawn-out cry of ecstasy escaping her throat. Finally the girl lay completely still, but for the rise and fall of her chest.

Gazing down at her dazed child, Valerie felt a sudden urge to cry. Instead, she bent to place a tiny kiss on Didi’s belly button.

Panting for breath, Didi lay with her legs wide apart, feet splayed outward. Her bare pussy was pink and shining with wetness. She gazed up at her mom, her green eyes warm with love.

Valerie looked fondly down at her daughter, reaching out to brush a strand of red hair from Didi’s forehead, then trailing her fingers down the girl’s flushed cheek. “So… it felt good?” she murmured.

Didi swallowed, then hesitated, fumbling for the right words. “Good? Good? What does that even mean…?” She shook her head. “It was… wow!”

Valerie giggled. “I know, right?” She lay back down beside Didi, patting her tummy. “Come here, honey. Lie on top of me, like you did when you were little.”

Didi immediately climbed onto her mother. The feeling of the woman’s slick, humid skin against hers was amazing. She wriggled her body to get the full effect of it, feeling her soft tummy, her Hershey Kiss-nipples, her thin, freckled legs… and most of all, the sensitive cleft of her pudenda, sliding deliciously against Mom’s belly…

Didi felt gentle hands on her back – circling, then gliding down to sweep along the back of her thighs. She raised her head to meet her mother’s gaze, and what she saw there made her heart feel so… full. “Mom…”

Valerie was smiling, lower lip caught between her teeth. “What, baby girl?”

Losing herself in the sight of that breathtakingly beautiful face, Didi reached out, gently cradling it in her little hands. She whispered, “Mom, I just…” Her chin quivered. “I just love you so, so much.”

Valerie’s eyes shone. “Ohh, my pretty girl. My baby girl… come here.”

Didi leaned into her mother and kissed her. They kissed, and continued to kiss with a rising passion, their tongues meeting in a lover’s dance. Still caressing her daughter, Valerie allowed both hands to slide up Didi’s legs until they were cupping her sweet little bottom. She gave it a playful squeeze.

Breaking their kiss, Didi raised herself just enough to smile down at her mother. “What else?”

“What else?”

Didi flexed her butt cheeks against Valerie’s hands. “Duh! What else did you do with Arlene?”

“Ah, yes… me and Arlene,” Valerie murmured. “That’s what got us here, isn’t it?” Didi nodded. “Yes…” She felt her daughter relax, and gave the girl’s butt another squeeze.

Didi giggled. “I loved when you played with my bottom before. Y’know, when you were teaching me how to kiss.”

“You know…” Valerie murmured, “Arlene just loved to play with my butt. I mean, yes, in the beginning, when she’d just rub it through my skirt… then she started slipping her hand underneath to touch my panties. And after a few days, I felt her hand slip inside my panties, and I’d kind of lift up to make it easy for her…”

She gave Didi’s bottom a light slap. “But it wasn’t until, like, a month or so after I’d started piano lessons that we actually got a chance to… to do the stuff she really wanted to do.” Valerie’s head tilted. “And I wanted it too, I guess.” Her fingers strayed between the cleft of her daughter’s buttocks. Didi started, then gave a nervous laugh.

Valerie caressed Didi’s freckled face. “God, you are so beautiful…” she sighed, running a hand up her daughter’s bare back. “Anyway. Arlene got my parents to okay my taking a trip with her to the State Music Conference, about sixty miles away, where the two of us would be staying together in a hotel. So… that’s when I learned a lot of good stuff. Just… wow.”

Didi loved how it felt to have Mom’s hands exploring her body. “Like what?”

“Well… like…” Valerie peered into her daughter’s eyes, studying Didi’s response as she ran a finger down her back, slipping into the groove between those perky cheeks until she found Didi’s rosebud — her crinkly, humid little hole.

The girl’s eyes widened; her mouth opened. Valerie rested the tip of her finger on her daughter’s anus, then lightly pushed. Didi let out a small gasp.

“How’s that feel?”

Didi remained focused on her mom’s deep, caring brown eyes, savoring the odd thrill of having her butthole touched. She wanted to be totally truthful with her, this amazing woman she’d somehow fallen in love with. Madly in love. “It’s… I like it.. I mean, it feels… weird, but good. I like how it feels…”

Victoria continued to gently trace small, insistent circles on her daughter’s tiny anus. After a moment she withdrew her finger, held it under her nose and sniffed. “Mmm…” she grinned. “Smells like… Didi. Like you, my precious girl.”

Didi blushed, grinning hugely. ”Aww…”

The girl’s eyes widened when Valerie slipped that finger in her mouth and swirled around it with her tongue. Then Didi felt her mother’s other hand on her bottom, a finger brushing her nether hole again.

Mother and daughter stared into each other’s eyes. Didi swallowed, then said, “Put it in, Mom.”

Valerie felt her daughter’s little anus contract against her fingertip. “You sure?”

Didi nodded, spreading her thighs open until they framed her mother’s hips. She maintained eye contact with Valerie as she felt the fingertip probe, then slowly sink into her bottom. She gasped.

Valerie paused. “Okay?”

Didi wiggled her bottom slightly, welcoming the intrusion; so nice, so new! She took a moment to enjoy the lovely getting-filled-up feeling, then nodded to her mother. “Yeah,” she whispered. “More.”

Valerie lifted her head to place a kiss on her little girl’s cleft chin. “Sure, baby girl.” And she pushed her finger in further, feeling the slick snugness of her daughter’s insides. A small groan from Didi. “Still okay, honey?”

Didi nodded, breathing heavily. “Oh… oh, Mom…” she whimpered. The probing of her mother’s finger was giving her this rushing sensation; starting deep in her bottom, then spreading into her belly – and her missy! It was getting stronger, too…

And her mother sank that finger in deeper still, then started moving it around inside her. “Oh… Ohhh…” Didi was squirming now, her eyes wide in astonishment.

“Kiss me, baby girl. Kiss me.” And Didi swooped down to do just that, thrusting her tongue into Mom’s mouth, sucking on Valerie’s tongue when it mingled with hers.

All the while, Valerie’s finger sawed back and forth, moving in and out of Didi’s tight little asshole, twisting inside, pumping, pressing into her daughter’s body.

That was when Didi came – then a second time, before she’d got through the first one. She was moaning into her mother’s mouth, panting, her tight little bumhole squeezing, impaled on Valerie’s strong finger…

Soon to come: Part Three!