Mother Daughter Lesbian Stories Novels & Stories

“Lick my pussy, Mr. Mayor,” Leila demanded, her voice a low, husky command that cut through the sterile air of the office. David Monroe stared, his heart hammering against his ribs. Her fingers were still wrapped around his cock, which was, to his utter shock, stiffening in her grasp. This can’t be happening. He was gay. He had a boyfriend. This was a front, all of it—the charming smiles for the press, the dates with socialites—a carefully constructed lie to protect his career in this conservative town. And now this fresh-faced graduate, barely a day into her job as his secretary, had him by the balls in the most literal sense imaginable.

“It was me Dad! I fell in love with her and she had no idea. I just…I’ve always had these feelings.” “Then you push them down!” Mom shouted. “They’re not real, they’re evil!” “No they’re not!” I cried. “I’m not evil because I love a girl! I-I’m still me, I’m still Raquel. I’m still your daughter.” “Not if you choose this lifestyle.” “I’m not choosing anything, this is just who I am. This is how I was born!” “We didn’t create you to be a lesbian!” Mom sobbed. “Don’t blame this on us, this is you Raquel! You let your friend warp your mind.”

she says "I wish I didn't have to marry him if my mother wasn't the daughter of Hera I wouldn't have to but she is and my father is Hades so I have some of the powers of both My father and my grandmother and they want a strong Empress who has the blood of Hera so I have to I wish I could be with Soren because I love him" I say as I start crying Laguna walks up to me and hugs me. I'm just glad everyone else is in class so they don't see me crying

“But he's in Oklahoma, with his sick mother and he's also struggling financially” “Sick mother? How critical is her condition?” Sonia asked. Rose paused to think of another lie. “Answer me, please. Let’s get the hell out of here, Rose,” Sonia pressed. “His mother was diagnosed with leukemia,” Rose said. “But, did you inform him about all this?” Sonia asked. “Yes,” Rose lied. “And what was his response?” “He said I should get to a hospital and be safe,” “Damn, men nowadays and their lack of emotions,” Sonia muttered.

It started to do weird things to my system. We walked past the Jogging Grandma, who had just returned from her daily run. "Is that your girlfriend?" she whispered to me because apparently everyone in the building knew about three lesbians from Russia living in Apartment 2B having a girlfriend, except they didn't know which one. Trust me, I didn't know which one either. "No, she's everyone else's girlfriend," I whispered back. "She only drops by every now and then to let me do her work." We found Celie bending over on the counter. Why was she leaning like that?

“It can't be true!” Madam let out a long sigh, barely able to contain herself. “These men are beasts! It almost makes me believe the rumour that has been told around . If it’s not father and son sleeping with the same woman, it is mother and daughter sleeping with the same man!” She went on to tell me how she knew Amanda from her hometown, and even knew when she had Clara , her only child.

" But why mother, was she not the one who brought peace and tranquility over our planet? " Her tiny voice was fierce and strong. The woman quickly pulled the blinds around her place and closed her windows. The little girl had been looking at a statue at the Central Square. It was snowing in Chemora and the snow made the star above her head absolutely white. " I will tell you the story. I will tell you the story again. But not during the hours of the darkness, my little angel. It is not safe. You know what's going on. " The mother begged. Almost terrified.

Here I am again, thanking you guys for reading the story and for being a part of this journey. Daughter of the Moon is a series because there are a lot of things that are unsaid. What happened to Ersa? What will happen to Ava and what is the deal with her vision and her precious daughter Nova? Can Ava really change the course of her Daughter's fate?

BLAIRE The bathroom mirror didn't lie. My neck was a map of dark bruises, and my pussy throbbed with a heavy, relentless ache. I stood under the spray of the shower, the hot water hitting my sensitized skin like a thousand needles. I watched as the milky remnants of Raymond’s thick cum swirled down the drain, mixing with the steam, but I couldn't wash away the intense, complicated realization settling in my gut. I wasn't just Manuel’s widow anymore. I was the center of a storm I had walked into willingly, a woman caught between two brothers who wanted to claim every inch of the life I had left. I must confess ,I like every bit of it

"I've learned my lesson! I'll never trust that software again! Please forgive me. Come back and live with me, alright? I won't favor anyone anymore. You're my only son. Whatever you want, I'll buy it for you. Okay?" Her eyes overflowed with tears. However, when she reached me, she grasped nothing but empty air. I sighed softly. Ignoring her desperate cries, I turned and walked away. A faint breeze drifted across the bedside. My notebook fell to the floor. It was the only thing she had kept of mine. Inside, she had written countless confessions. [I will never show favoritism again. My good son… Will you still be my child in the next life? I promise I'll be a good mother.]