Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Note from JetBoy: Here’s another previously unseen Moldy Oldie from my files that I have next to no memory of writing. I’d intended to post the next chapter of Suzy’s “Interviews,” which promises to be a real sizzler… but I didn’t finish with the editing in time, so you good people will have to settle for this instead. Have fun with it.

By JetBoy

My name is Melinda, and I am a thirty-eight-year-old divorcee from Kentucky. This is a story of how my life changed completely about a year ago.

About six months after my husband and I divorced, my twenty-one-year-old daughter Nora insisted that I move to Atlanta and live with her. She was working on a visual arts degree at Emory College, and had managed to scare up enough freelance work on the side to pay for a nice apartment.

“I’ve got plenty of space, Mom… and I’d love to have you for a roomie!” she told me.

Nora and I had always had a great parent-child relationship — in fact, that’s one of the wedges that drove me and her father Ernest apart. He wanted to have it both ways: dedicate everything he had to his business career while having an adoring family at his beck and call. Instead, the bond between my daughter and me made him feel like an outsider in our marriage, and I suppose there was something to that. I loved them both, but I cared a hell of a lot more for Nora than my perpetually distracted husband. Eventually, he got involved with his secretary, and we made a reasonably amicable split of it.

Now I was single again, feeling my oats and ready for some big, exciting changes — and here was my Nora, offering me exactly that. Must say, I loved the idea.

Still, I was hesitant at first. “Honey, are you sure you want this? I mean.. I’d hate to, you know, cramp your style…”

“You won’t, Mom. That’s what I adore about you — among other things,” she added with a chuckle. “You’ve always treated me like a grownup, ever since I became one, anyhow… and that won’t change because we’re sharing an apartment. Hell, now that you’re playing the field again, we can hit the bars together!”

I gave a shaky laugh. “Oh, I… I don’t think I’m ready for that just yet.”

“If you say so, mother dearest… but I think you need to get out there and strut your stuff. Believe me, it would be a shame to let that sexy ass go to waste.”

I’m not easily shocked, but that little comment threw me for a loop. “Nora!” I gasped.

“Joking, Mom, joking — but honestly, you still look great for a woman with a college-age daughter. Don’t worry, though — I won’t be trying to fix you up with a hot freshman. However, I will be taking you shopping at a few of Atlanta’s snazziest boutiques, so don’t pack too many clothes. Now… how soon can I expect you?”

By that point in the conversation, I was already imagining the good times that Nora and I could share as roommates. It seemed a lot better than rattling around my overstuffed suburban house, still filled with the detritus of my old life.

I drew in a deep breath, then took the plunge. “Know what, hon? It’s a deal. Give me a week to get my loose ends tied up, and I’ll be tap-tapping on your door, suitcase in hand.”

She squealed with delight. “Cool! Oh, wow — we are gonna have so much fun! I can’t wait.”

Her excitement was positively contagious. We chatted for a bit longer, then Nora had to dash off to her next class.

I had a silly grin plastered on my face for the rest of the day, already making plans for the week to come. It was as if my daughter had known exactly what I needed to get myself thinking in future tenses again. I’d missed Nora terribly while she was at school, and the idea of sharing a living space with her had me feeling warm all over.

Warm all over? Believe you me, I didn’t know the half of it.

***

The next few days were a whirlwind of activity. I got my financial affairs in order and had the house cleaned from top to bottom. I found a Japanese banker who was eager to rent it — providing me with a useful source of extra income for a year, after which I’d sell the place off. That accomplished, I took my Lexus in for a tune-up, then packed a couple of suitcases and hit the road.

My plan was to make the drive to Atlanta a leisurely one, so I wouldn’t be an exhausted wreck by the time I got there. I spent three days on the road, with two nights spent at really nice hotels.

Finally on Friday, I stood before Nora’s apartment door, a bit stiff from four hours behind the wheel, overnight case in hand. I knocked twice, and the door flew open before my knuckles could land a third. There was my daughter, a huge smile on her face and arms open wide.

“Mom!” she cried, and we came together in a fierce hug. I sighed, suddenly feeling more content than I’d been in months. The warmth and smell of her, my precious Nora — it nourished my soul. I knew at that moment that coming to stay with her was the best decision I could have made.

I hadn’t given much thought to sleeping arrangements, assuming that I’d be sleeping on Nora’s fold-out sofa until she suggested another possibility.

“How about bunking down with me?” Nora asked.

I gave her a puzzled glance. “With you?”

“Well, sure,” she said, a mysterious smile on her lips. “Why not? My bed is big, Mom. We’ll be very cozy. I can’t ask you to stay on that crappy sleeper sofa.”

My daughter’s seemed so enthused about the idea that I couldn’t bring myself to refuse. Anyhow, it seemed like a great opportunity for some quality bonding time. “Okay,” I replied with a grin.

That night, Nora allowed me to use the bathroom first, so after I finished I sat on the bed in my nightgown, idly thumbing through a paperback I’d brought along.

I was totally flabbergasted when my daughter came back drying her hair with a towel, wearing not a single stitch of clothing. She smiled and spoke to me as if nothing was different. Clearly, Nora was comfortable with her body.

I had to admit that she looked truly lovely in the nude. Nora had been thin as a teenager, but she’d ripened beautifully over the last year, with womanly curves in all the right places. Her breasts looked even nicer than I remembered them. Her auburn bush was neatly trimmed, the lips of her slit barely visible.

I decided not to say anything about her nakedness because, after all, this was her apartment, and she was probably accustomed to sleeping that way.

I tried not to stare at her bare body while she dried her hair with a plush towel. Once her hair was dry she sat at the dressing table to brush it.

When she kissed me goodnight before turning off the lamp, her hug lingered longer than usual, making me aware of her full breasts pressing against my own. I was a bit surprised to feel my nipples hardening from our body contact. Her mouth was warm and soft when she kissed me.

“Goodnight, Mom,” whispered Nora, with her cheek against mine.

“Sweet dreams, dear,” I replied.

She turned over, switched off the lamp and lay down on her side of the bed. It wasn’t long before her steady breathing indicated that she was sleeping soundly.

It took a lot longer for sleep to claim me. The sight of my daughter’s beautiful body and the way my lips tingled from her kiss swirled around in my mind, making me feel strangely light-headed.

When I did sleep, my dream was quite a shocker, to say the least.

My daughter and I were on a huge four-poster bed in a completely white space, both of us nude. We held each other in a lover’s embrace, kissing passionately. Somehow, I had no reservations about what was happening. It seemed utterly right for me to love Nora like this.

It was the most erotic fantasy I’d experienced in years.

I woke with a start some time before the alarm went off. I was not sure where I was when I opened my eyes. For a dazed moment, I thought my husband was holding me from behind, cupping my breasts like he sometimes did in the morning, his body pressed tightly to mine.

As I grew more aware of my surroundings, I realized that a woman’s body was pressed against my back… then I remembered that the person behind me was my daughter Nora, and that I was in her bed.

I was feeling a bit embarrassed about snuggling this way with my naked daughter, especially after having such an erotic dream about her… but, at the same time, I couldn’t deny that her touch and closeness felt wonderful.

Clearly, Nora was still asleep, and had simply cuddled up to me as we both dozed. It was a bit unsettling to have her hands on my breasts, though. I didn’t move; just lay there, hoping she would change position before she woke up to find herself cuddling me as if I were her boyfriend. The last thing I wanted was for things to be awkward between us.

As I lay there, the dream of Nora kissing me vividly returned in vivid color, making me blush in shame at how wanton my imagination could be. God, what had been going through my mind? I’d never slept with a woman before, never even kissed a girl when I was in school. So why was I having a sexual dream about my daughter… and why did the memory of it leave me feeling tingly and warm?

Suddenly I felt Nora stir and awaken. I nearly gasped out loud when she pressed her warm, naked body into mine from behind… then felt her hands fondle my breasts. She brushed my nipples with her fingers, and the feeling was exquisite. A tiny whimper escaped my lips

She responded by nuzzling my face, leaving gentle kisses on my cheek, my neck, my ear. Instead of letting go of my breasts, her hands were boldly fondling me to my further dismay… and delight.

“Morning, Mom,” she greeted me.

“G-good morning, darling,” I said shakily.

“How long have you been awake?” Nora asked.

“Oh…” I said, “I’d guess about half an hour or so.”

“Gotta say, it feels really nice to lie in bed with another person. I’ve missed the warmth of another body next to mine.”

“Me, too,” I agreed.

What else could I say? I couldn’t ask her what on earth she was doing, touching me like that… but, God help me, I couldn’t tell her to stop. It seemed impossible that I could be allowing my own daughter to fondle me… but it had been much too long since I’d been held and touched like this, and Nora’s hands were gentle and loving.

We remained locked together as she lazily stroked my breasts through my nightgown, then I trembled as one of her hands trailed its way down to my belly, then further… until her hand rested between my thighs, lightly brushing my pubes.

It felt shocking and confusing to be touched this way, especially by my Nora… yet it was so deliciously sensuous, unlike anything I’d ever experienced with a man.

We both started when her alarm clock went off.

Quickly reaching for the clock and turning it off, Nora then sat up and gently rolled me onto my back, leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. I didn’t resist her… I couldn’t!

Before she pulled away, her tongue flicked against my lower lip.

“I love you, Mom,” she said, her face glowing with happiness.

“I love you too, honey,” I whispered, gazing deep into my daughter’s eyes…

I was ready for nearly anything from her, but she surprised me by getting out of bed and pulling a robe over her bare body.

“You don’t need to get out of bed, Mom. I’ll make breakfast, and bring it up to you after I shower.” She went into the bathroom and quietly closed the door.

I lay there for a long moment, trying to sort out Nora’s strange behavior and my own confused emotions. I was shocked, but somehow not surprised, to realize that my pussy was wet.

Could this be why Nora invited me to live in her house? To become her lover? Surely that couldn’t be what she had in mind.

And then there was the way I’d responded. Why did I just lie there, letting her touch me intimately?

Is Nora a lesbian? And… could I be one?

This thought made my lips tremble. Was I…? There was that strange erotic dream. And when she fondled me, I did nothing to stop her. My nipples were still tingling from her touch. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d been made to feel like that.

These questions whirled around in my head, with one above them all: what was I to do?

For a long while I was oblivious to the world, because I didn’t hear or see Nora leave the bathroom. I wasn’t aware of anything except my puzzlement until a few minutes later, when my daughter returned with a large breakfast for both of us, arranged on a large teak tray. She was still wearing the white long bathrobe that she had put on before her shower. I couldn’t tell if she was naked underneath, but something told me she was. I tried not to let myself dwell on that.

I sat up in the bed, half-hoping she’d just set the tray down, go about her business and give me space to think… the other part of me wanting her to shuck that robe, climb back into bed and take me in her arms like before. No, don’t go there, I told myself.

She spread butter on my toast before she set the tray on my lap. I’ve never had anyone bring me breakfast in the morning, nor waited on me in such a sweet way.

I had a problem looking Nora in the eye at first, yet I couldn’t stop my gaze from drifting back to her beautiful face again and again, feeling as nervous as I did on my first date, back when I was in junior high school.

We talked about everything except how she touched me earlier, and I was beginning to relax a bit, almost wondering if it had been part of my dream.

After we finished, Nora took the tray and placed it on the floor beside her. She then stood, undid her belt, parted her robe and shrugged it off her shoulders. In spite of myself, I was enthralled all over again by the sight of her nude body. Her beautiful breasts and her auburn pubes were utterly enticing.

She reached for the blanket that still covered my lower half and pulled it off the bed, casting it onto the floor. Her gaze never leaving mine, Nora climbed onto the bed and straddled my legs, leaning forward slightly, lips parting.

I didn’t resist when she pulled me to her for a kiss. I didn’t turn my head away as her hungry mouth claimed mine. The only thing I could do was moan from the sudden rush of pleasure that roared through my entire body… and by moaning, I gave her tongue access to my mouth. I could taste orange juice on her lips.

It was the most incredibly erotic kiss I had known in my life. Nora wrapped her arms around me and mashed her mouth to mine.

I was trembling like a leaf, my pussy quickly moistening again, nipples hard and erect. I moaned again when I felt her hand mold itself to my left breast… and then her other hand cupped the right.

She obviously wasn’t satisfied with touching my body through a cotton gown, though. Her hands left my breasts for a moment, just long enough for her to reach down for the bottom of my nightgown and tug it over my head and off. I actually raised my hips to assist… and then I was naked too.

She finally pulled back from our long kiss to gaze adoringly at my breasts, then back up at me. I looked dazedly into her eyes to read the lust she felt, so powerful it made my head swim.

Nora stroked and caressed my breasts with both hands. Finally cupping the bottom of one, as if she was weighing it, she brought her mouth to my throbbing nipple. She kissed it, then took it between her lips and gently sucked. I inhaled sharply as she nibbled at the tip.

I groaned, my eyes fluttering shut as I enjoyed the sensation of her hungry mouth.

All my doubts and fears melted away as pleasure washed over my mind and body. All thoughts of going to the shopping center, having lunch together, or any of the usual things Nora and I did together as mother and daughter were gone. There was only this moment… only the now of making love.

It was a while, I don’t know how long, before Nora turned her attention to my other breast. Her sweet, hot mouth had me dizzy with delight, my cunt oozing sticky juices down the crack of my ass.

Finally, her kisses began to travel down my body. She nuzzled my tummy, her lips and tongue like points of flame against my tingling skin… then she moved even lower. When she spread my legs and dipped her head between them, I was trembling from head to toe, as taut as piano wire.

With her fingers she opened my cunt, and her mouth enveloped the pink flower… licking and sucking at every inch of my sex. When her tongue brushed the throbbing clitoris, my mounting pleasure suddenly reached a peak, and I exploded. It was the hottest, most intense orgasm I had ever known. My body and neck seized up, while my legs thrashed about uncontrollably. It seemed as if I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs, but I certainly tried.

My climax lasted such a long time that I briefly fainted from its intensity. Coming to my senses, I found my daughter lying on top of me, decorating my face with gentle kisses.

“Nora, darling,” I murmured. “Why?”

“Do you remember when we all used to go to the beach together?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Well, I always thought you were the most beautiful woman there. You were so sexy in your bikini… and I think you’re even sexier now.” She brushed my cheek with her fingertips. “I realized a little later that I was much more into girls than boys.”

“Have you done this…. you know, with another woman before?”

“Only with my roommate,” she said softly. “Do you remember Rebecca Fisher?”

I shook my head. Though I remembered us going to the beach many times when she was a teenager, I couldn’t picture the girl she shared a room with in college.

“That was the first time I’d ever been with a woman, but it felt so good and so right that I knew that was the way I… wanted to be.” She laid her head on my shoulder, pausing to place a soft kiss on my neck. “Not long after that I realized something that shocked me, Mom. See, I’d already figured out that I was gay… but one night I had a sexy dream about being in bed naked, with you. Making love, the way you and I did just now.”

“Oh, my,” I whispered, recalling my own dream from the night before.

“When I woke up, Mom,” Nora continued, “I felt all weird… and guilty, for having lesbian fantasies about my own mother. But you know what?” I slowly shook my head. “Within five minutes, I was fingering my pussy, thinking about you.” She placed her hand upon my breast, teasing my nipple to tautness in her palm. “Ever since that night, I’ve wanted this to happen. It’s my ultimate fantasy.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I’d always thought she was simply a very affectionate daughter, not a girl with a crush for her own mother. It didn’t matter. I adored her. I wanted this.

“I love you, Mom,” Nora said, almost fiercely. “I’m in love with you. I always will be.”

Gazing into her eyes, I could clearly see the adoration she felt for me. All I knew was that I cared more for Nora than anyone else in the world, so I couldn’t — I wouldn’t push her away.

There was something stirring deep inside me, something wonderful… and suddenly it struck me that I felt exactly the same. I’d fallen in love with my own daughter.

“And I love you,” I murmured.

My meaning wasn’t lost on her. Nora’s smile shone like the sun. Her head dipped down and she kissed me long and hard.

We didn’t leave her bed that morning, or for most of the afternoon. I went down on Nora for the first time, and quickly found myself intoxicated by her beautiful pussy. I ate her like a woman possessed until she came for me.

Then I made love to her again — but this time my approach was slow and tender, taking the time to explore, to savor every inch of my sweetheart’s body. I must have spent at least half an hour on her breasts alone, fondling and kissing them. Eventually I had Nora begging me to make her come — and when she did, her body shook so hard I was nearly thrown off the bed.

My daughter and I pleasured one another again and again that day. We tried to get up and dressed, making it as far as the shower… but our decision to wash each other just sent us scurrying back to bed for another round of sex.

For the grand finale, Nora took out this large sex toy, a nine-inch latex cock she fastened around her waist. I’d never been with a man that well endowed, but she assured me that I’d love it. Sure enough, she fucked me slow and easy at first, gradually taking me higher and higher until I was straddling that rubbery monster, riding it like a bitch in heat. I’d never known I was capable of such wildness with a lover… and Nora, bless her, was thrilled to bits.

In the end, our strength simply gave out after hours of lovemaking… and we dozed peacefully in each other’s arms.

Two years later, I still live with Nora. We share a bed, and make love often. It’s unorthodox, to say the least, but my daughter and I are blissfully happy together.

The End