Mother Daughter Lesbian Stories Novels & Stories

We looked at the small carved statues in my hands, and through my sobs, I told them everything. They sat on the floor with me still as statues listening to every word I was telling them. They finally understanding how little we all knew my mother. “Elisha, he was so sweet, his family were werewolves. They were kind and beautiful people who used to tell me stories about the pack they used to belong to, I never understood it then.” I wiped my tears. “Elisha used to play in the mud with me, we would make mud forts, he used to call me mate, and say that I was perfect.”

"Laila, if you don't tell me what you know, I am calling off this relationship and sending you back to the slums where I picked you up. Don't ever bother to reach out to me." "Oh no!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling like a frightened rabbit as she nervously scratched the back of her head. "The thing is, well, some of my journalist friends were investigating a story, and they uncovered some rumors circulating underground about your daughter's sexual preferences, suggesting that she's attracted to women." "That's not true..." I began to protest, but she continued, "Someone even claims to have seen her at a lesbian bar with a butch, or whatever they call girls who present themselves in a mor

Mary’s mother asked. “ She is a good girl. She wouldn’t do anything to harm the pack.” Mary’s mom said. Was this woman stupid and did she not know that her daughter was one of the biggest sluts in the pack. “ So you call messing with someone’s mate not doing harm?” mom asked. “ Mary would never do such a thing. She respects the mate bond. And would never go against the Goddess.” Mary’s mom defended. Boy was she in for a shock. Mom grabbed the blanket, yanking it off. “ You call this respecting the mate bond. You daughter and my pathetic son thought they could fool around and Lexi wouldn’t find out.” mom shouted.

“You haven’t told her.” “No. She needs to focus on her studies and not worry about my love life.” “How considerate.” She sneered at him. He looked at her in surprise. “Do you remember how she was before she admitted that she was a lesbian? She was miserable. She damned near killed herself. Quite a bit of her family quit talking to her. Her step-dad kicked her out. If there is anyone in your life who knows what it feels like to be in an unconventional relationship, it’s your daughter.”

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

This is an explicit adult anthology intended for mature readers only. It contains highly steamy, graphic scenes of lesbian sex between consenting adult women. --- In the heat of forbidden cravings and stolen moments, women surrender to their deepest, wettest desires. Sapphic Desires is a scorching collection of passionate W/W erotica, where soft curves press together, eager tongues explore, and trembling bodies lose themselves in raw, dripping pleasure. From a defiant student’s impulsive kiss in her strict teacher’s office—leading to hungry fingers, sucking lips on aching nipples, and intense, moaning climaxes—to an unexpected visitor who joins the fray, turning shock into a slick,

While the teen lesbian party was taking place Mother was entertaining two other lesbian women and they watched us at play before retiring to Mother’s grand sex boudoir for an afternoon of sexual pleasure. Both women had military experience and had come to give advice for Mother as she planned to form her own army of lesbian warriors. One of the women was a big powerfully built butch lesbian with strong bulging muscles. Meanwhile the schoolgirl orgy was in full swing with panting and screaming girls playing all over the gardens. As Emily worked my clit I felt the shuddering as an orgasm wracked my body and Emily squealed with pleasure as a jet of pussy juice erupted into her mouth. I squirted

"You're going to have to put up with him a bit more." She reached out and squeezed my shoulder. Sometimes when you know a person loves you and wants to help, you can't even look at them or you'll end up blubbering in tears. Mom left, closing the door gently behind her. I climbed onto my bed and stared at the shelf Dad had made to display my trophies. Some had their baseball figurines on top -tiny, shiny players. Signed pictures of woman leagues and professional teams from the past until now were framed on the walls. They looked so perky, so confident, so sure about what they were doing. I wished I felt like that.

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

“Let’s show your stepbrother how Mommy and daughter take care of each other.” I didn’t need convincing. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto my mouth, burying my tongue deep inside her hot, creamy hole. She tasted like sex—sweet, tangy, mixed with the faint musk of Jake’s cock. Sarah moaned loudly and dove between my legs, licking long, hungry stripes up my slit before sucking hard on my swollen clit.