My mom walked in on me

I had lots of feelings for this girl at school. She and I were friends since early childhood, but around puberty I got the hots for her.

We were eleven or so and I would get her to let me suck on her nipples, I would suck hard, until her nipples were big and hard. I would tell her that babies sucked real hard so it was ok for me to suck her nipples real hard. I loved getting her nipples hard and then flicking them with my fingers.

Sometime during that stage I felt a big need to discover her down there. I had personally never heard of putting your mouth down there, but I wanted to. After swimming when we were changing into our clothes, I pushed her down on the bed and I spread her legs and told her to let me look. I pushed her open and looked inside and then stuck my tongue inside, against what was her vagina.

After that I put my mouth and tongue in her as often as I could. She spent the night with me a lot, and we would suck nipples or suck pussy, we got good at 69 and I spread her legs open and up and sucked her poo hole. For a couple of preteens we were pretty nasty little girls.

We grew breasts and our hips got big and our pussies got covered with pubes and we got our periods. But none of that stopped us from being horny little queer girls. We were around 14 when we learned to kiss. I mean to make out and just kiss each other and use our hands to feel each other up.

For my 15th birthday she spent the night with me. We had showered and gotten ready for bed, we had watched our movie, we had said good night to everyone, and we were in my room and I had her legs wide open and I was eating her with all the passion I could muster, when my mother opened the door to tell me my grandmother was on the phone.

I had to take the phone out of my mother's hand, and with my face still covered in her juice, I tried to control my voice as I spoke to my grandmother. After I hung up I had to speak to my mother and answer the fatal question "what were you doing?".

I started by saying nothing, and then my mother asked my friend, who said we were just playing, and my mother asked how long we had been playing like that, and she caught us in the lie of telling because we both said something different. Eventually under all that questioning, I just said out loud, 'i'm queer and so is she and we are in love with each other and this is how we show how much we love each other".

It was out. We were teenage queers, we weren't lesbian's yet, we didn't become lesbians until we moved away from home and lived together. At that time we were just to queer girls who liked to make out with each other and go down and get some pussy.

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