Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

A few weeks later, Molly had a birthday. Hers came in October, about a month after mine. She turned 8 years old.

As a family, we’ve never done that much to celebrate Christmas except exchange a few gifts — my mother was and is about as far from religious as it’s possible to be — but she loves making a big deal out of birthdays.

Molly was a kid who loved animals, so for her birthday, my mom took us all on a trip to Sea World. We stayed in nice hotel and ate great food and enjoyed the water rides and the whales and the dolphins and everything else. It was a blast.

While we were at the park and also at the hotel I kept seeing lots of pretty girls and attractive young women. I wanted to tell my mother about them, letting her know the kinds of girls I found especially appealing, as she had asked me to. But Kate and Molly were almost always with us so I never had much of a chance.

On the second day of our visit, though, when my sisters were on a ride together, my mom took me aside for a moment.

“Honey, are you having a good time?”

“Sure, Mom, it’s great.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, that for the last few weeks you and I haven’t been able to, you know, play our little game again. It’s just that we’re in an exceptionally busy period at the firm right now, and I’ve been totally distracted.”

“I know, Mommy. I understand.”

“I know you do, darling.” She squeezed my shoulder and kissed my cheek. “But… I miss it. Do you miss it as much as I do?”

“Yeah, I do, a lot.”

She smiled and put her arm around my waist, pulling me close. “Well, when we get home, I’ll see if I can’t set up a special night for you and me to—”

Just then the girls came off their ride, and we had to end the conversation.

We had two rooms at the hotel, each with two beds. Molly and my mom slept in one room, while Kate and I shared the other. That was frustrating, because it meant I couldn’t even masturbate, as I usually did every night, since I was afraid Kate might hear me. So, I tried to satisfy myself with a few idle fantasies as I was falling asleep, remembering the sexy young girls I’d seen earlier that day, or thinking about the girls I liked at school.

I thought about Madison a lot. I really liked her. But I also thought about girls at school who were younger than Madison, some of them much younger, maybe just in the fourth or fifth grade, around 9 or 10 years old. I’d noticed at Sea World too, especially when we were waiting in line for the water rides, or when we were at the hotel swimming pool, that my gaze often would be drawn to girls who were that age. There was something about their bodies, the way they were just beginning to develop — or not even started yet but were getting close — that really excited me.

I still enjoyed looking at older girls, teenagers, and at sexy grownup women too, but I was surprised by how much the younger ones aroused me. I worried that maybe that meant something was wrong with me, that it was bad for me to have sexual thoughts about girls who were so young. As I laid in the dark picturing little girls like that in my head, I wondered if it was wrong — but I also got very turned on. I imagined being in a place, maybe in a changing room, where I could see them naked.

I fantasized about getting up very close to those little girls, looking at their nude bodies, holding them, feeling their soft, smooth skin, caressing them. When I felt my pussy getting hot and wet then, as it always did, I would allow myself to gently touch it, through my panties, letting myself enjoy the pressure of my fingers. But I managed to restrain myself from doing more than that.

I was resigned to the situation as it was, for the time being. No masturbation and no game-playing. Fortunately I still had all those amazing memories of being with Melissa and Tracy and Danni and so many others, and I was sure there would be many more in the weeks and months (and years?) ahead of us.

* * *

The frustration I was feeling led to one of the more daring things I had tried up to this point.

We were at Sea World, eating lunch in a sandwich shop, when I got the idea. I was looking around at some of the other women and girls who were in there, letting myself fantasize a bit about what it would be like if my mom and I could be alone with one of them. One pretty blonde in particular caught my attention.

She was maybe 14 years old, sitting with a little boy of about 5 or 6, and with a woman who must have been their mom. They were at a table near us, drinking Cokes.

The blonde reminded me of Madison, at school, and also of the cute girl with the ponytail that my mother and I had seen on the escalator that day at the mall. That made me think me of what my mom had said then, that maybe the girl and her mother had later masturbated while they were talking about me. I was getting excited as I remembered that.

And then the pretty blonde girl in the sandwich shop noticed me looking at her. She smiled at me, and it was such a lovely, warm smile that I instantly felt myself getting wet. That’s when I had my idea.

I got up from the table, telling my mom I was going to the restroom.

“Are you all right?” she asked. I’d stood up rather suddenly, and she might have been concerned that I was feeling sick or something.

I grinned at her, “Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll be right back.”

Then I hurried to the ladies room, went into a stall, and took off my panties. I was wearing a short jeans skirt and flat sandals that day, along with a pink Sea World tank top, and no bra.

I touched my pussy. It was definitely wet. I tasted myself, and I was briefly tempted to masturbate, but I was so eager to go ahead with my plan that I decided not to.

I balled up the panties in my hand and left the stall. There was no one else in the restroom. I looked at myself in the mirror for a second, noticing that my erect nipples were clearly protruding through the thin tank top. I liked that.

Returning to my seat at the table, I leaned down to my mother’s purse, which was on the floor by her feet, and slipped the panties inside. My mother saw what I was doing, and she also saw what I did next.

My chair was next to my mom’s. Molly and Kate were sitting beside each other on a bench on the opposite side of the table from us. I glanced quickly around the shop to make sure no one else would see, and then I turned toward my mother and casually opened my legs, letting her look down at my exposed pussy.

A smile spread across my mother’s face. I scooted my chair up to the table, closing my legs, and picked up my sandwich to finish eating. My mom took my hand in hers and squeezed it.

As the day went on, I looked for more opportunities to display myself to her that way, which my mom really seemed to enjoy. I was able to do it only a few times, but it gave me a thrill to know I was doing something so naughty. It was exciting to walk around the park, with people everywhere around us, and me in a short skirt with no undies!

Still, although this was an arousing diversion, it wasn’t nearly as satisfying as when my mom and I played our ‘game’ at home. Oh well, that would just have to wait, I guessed.

* * *

But then, late in the afternoon while we were waiting for a dolphin show to start, my mom got up and left me and my sisters sitting in the stands for a few minutes. When she came back, her face was glowing with excitement. She sat next to me, took my hand and squeezed it tightly, whispering one word in my ear, “Tonight!”

I wasn’t sure what she meant by that, though of course I hoped it would be something sexy and exciting. Just then the show started, so I couldn’t ask for any details.

Forty-five minutes later, when it was over and people were exiting the stands, my mother said she had one more special treat for Molly’s birthday. She told us she’d purchased tickets for the Cirque du Soleil show being presented at a nearby arena. It was a very popular event, but she had managed to find two good seats together.

“Only two seats, Mommy?” asked Kate, apparently wondering which of us would be left behind.

“Yes, honey, two seats — one for Molly, the birthday girl, and one for you.”

“But, what about you and Julie?”

“Well, I could only get two tickets, and anyway, Julie told me she’s got a little bit of a sore throat, so it might be best if she stays in tonight and rests.”

I didn’t really have a sore throat, but I guessed this was my mom’s way of getting the two of us some special time together. I tried to hide my anticipation and look like maybe I wasn’t feeling very well.

“So, here’s what we’ll do,” continued my mother. “I have another little surprise for all four of us right now, and then after that we’ll go back to the hotel. We can order a nice dinner from room service, then I’ll take you two girls to the Cirque du Soleil, drop you off, and pick you up later after it’s over, okay?”

“Okay!” Kate and Molly nodded eagerly, obviously excited by the prospect of going to see a big show all by themselves.

The additional surprise my mom had planned for us was a backstage guided tour of the dolphin attraction, led by one of the trainers, a very cute girl in her early twenties named Kim.

Kim showed us around the dolphin tanks, explained how they train them, and let each of us feed a fish to one of the dolphins. She even gave Molly the chance to guide a dolphin through some tricks.

At one point, my mom took me by the hand, stepped away from the others, and whispered as we looked at Kim, “That girl, baby, tonight, with you and me.”

Now I was really excited. Kim was adorable, with a very pretty face, light brown hair, a nice tan, and a trim, athletic body. I could hardly wait!

Again, of course, I tried to hide how I was actually feeling. I enjoyed the guided tour, but didn’t say much. When it ended, Kim wished Molly a very happy birthday, then turned to me and told me she hoped I would be feeling better soon. I thanked her, and as we were leaving, she gave me the cutest wink, like we had a special secret together. And we did!

Back at the hotel, we had our room service dinner. I tried not to eat too fast, even though I was hungry and the food was really good, because I wanted to seem like I wasn’t feeling that well. Then it was time for my mother to take Molly and Kate to the Cirque du Soleil.

“I’ll be back in about a half hour, sweetie. You just rest, okay?” My mom smiled and blew me a kiss as she went out the door.

I wasn’t tired at all, didn’t need to rest, and I was very excited. I paced around the room, wondering what it would be like to see Kim naked, wondering what my mother would do with her — and what she might let me do with her.

I didn’t want to expect too much, of course, because up until now, mostly my mom had just had me watch and masturbate while she had sex with the women and girls she brought home. But the last time, with Danni and Tracy and Melissa, there had been a little more for me to do, actually a lot more! So I wondered this time what I might be allowed to do with Kim.

The door opened and they came in. Kim had changed into a denim mini-skirt and a midriff-baring top. She looked amazing. My mom was wearing very short satin shorts and a loose tank top over a pink bikini. She looked amazing too.

We sat down on my mother’s bed. My mom looked at her watch and said that, unfortunately, we didn’t have very much time. In less than two hours, she would have to go and pick up my sisters.

“So, since we don’t have very long together, why don’t we get started?” suggested my mom.

“Okay,” nodded Kim, with a big smile.

My mother leaned toward Kim and began kissing her. Soon they were touching, my mom reaching under Kim’s top, feeling her smooth, tanned skin. Kim had her hands on my mother’s long legs, stroking her thighs, gradually moving closer to her crotch.

I scooted to the head of the bed and propped up some pillows to watch. They seemed to really enjoy kissing a lot, both women becoming excited, breathing hard and moaning as their tongues explored each other’s mouths.

Then their shirts were coming off. Kim wore a transparent lacy blue bra that clearly revealed her nipples. After taking off her own bikini top, my mother reached behind Kim’s back, unhooked and removed her bra, then bent down to lick and kiss the brunette’s erect nipples.

I was getting excited too, and I started rubbing my own nipples through my t-shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra, since my breasts were still so tiny. My nipples were hard, and it felt nice as I squeezed them and pinched them.

Kim pushed my mother back on the bed, laid on top of her and kissed her again for a few moments, then moved down slightly so she could lick and suck my mom’s nipples.

I reached under my shirt to fondle my nipples directly. Kim looked up at me, smiling, and asked, “Honey, will you take off your top for me, so I can see your chest?”

Kim was holding my mom’s breasts, one in each hand, and licking the stiff wet nipples as she looked at me. It was really exciting.

I answered, “Well, um, okay, except I don’t have much to see yet.”

“That’s all right, darling,” said Kim, “it’s just what I like. I love little girls.”

I looked at my mom and she winked at me.

Now I was beginning to understand a big part of the reason my mother chose Kim. Not only would she not get freaked out by the idea of having a 12-year-old girl watch her having sex, she would actually enjoy that! And I also started to think that maybe Kim’s interest was not only in my mom, as hot and sexy as she was, but maybe also in me. That thought made me wet.

So, I pulled my t-shirt over my head and let Kim get a good look at my nearly flat chest. My tits were still just tiny bumps, but my nipples were hard and pink.

“Mmm, god, you’re hot,” breathed Kim as she resumed sucking my mother’s breasts.

A few minutes later, Kim was sliding slowly down my mom’s body, licking and kissing her. She tugged at my mother’s shorts, pulling them and the pink bikini bottoms off at the same time. Then she spread my mom’s legs apart and started kissing her labia.

My mother sighed and turned her head toward me. As she felt Kim’s tongue and fingers penetrating her, she moaned, “Oh, it feels so good,” and she reached out and caressed my leg.

I was wearing white shorts and white cotton panties. I knew my panties were already wet.

Kim looked up at me again. “Can you take off your shorts for me, Julie? I want to see what a naked 12-year-old girl looks like.”

“Okay.” I slipped off my shorts, and my panties too.

On impulse, I got up on my knees and put my hands between my legs. I used my fingers to spread my pussy lips apart, letting Kim, and my mom, see my wet sex.

Kim stopped licking my mother’s vulva for a moment. She studied my naked body: my small breasts, slender waist, sparse amount of light brown pubic hair, my slim thighs, and my open pussy. “My god, you are so fucking hot,” she said.

I smiled, blushing a bit, but very proud.

“Yes, she’s an amazing little girl. I love her so much,” said my mom.

I leaned down and kissed my mother on the mouth.

“Mmm…” Kim watched us kiss, then reached one hand down between her legs under her short skirt to caress herself, before she resumed licking my mom’s cunt.

After we ended our kiss, my mother did something surprising.

“Sit down, honey, and spread your legs out,” she said.

I did so, putting my back against the headboard. My mom shifted her position on the bed so she was laying between my outstretched legs, her head resting on my thigh. Her face was right next to my pussy.

Kim followed my mother, crawling to the middle of the bed, meanwhile unzipping her skirt and slipping it off, along with her sheer blue panties.

We were all naked now.

Before she resumed her cunnilingus, Kim put a hand on my leg, sliding it slowly up from ankle to knee. “Your little legs are so pretty, Julie.”

“Thank you,” I grinned.

The girl settled down to lick my mother’s pussy some more — she obviously loved doing it — and also slid a finger inside, which made my mother groan with pleasure.

Then, in a husky voice, my mom said, “Julie, I want you to masturbate while you’re watching us. Make yourself come, and then let me taste you.”

I saw Kim’s eyes grow wide when she heard that.

“Okay,” I said, and I started rubbing myself. I was already very excited and I didn’t think it would take long for me to have an orgasm.

Kim’s eyes kept going back and forth from my mom’s cunt, which she was licking and fingering, to me. She watched as I fondled my breasts with one hand and rubbed my clit with the other. She especially seemed to like it when I would spread my pussy lips apart and dip my fingers into the opening of my vagina, bringing out lubricating moisture which I applied to my clit.

Even as she kept eating my mother’s pussy, Kim’s hand was moving fast between her own legs. I couldn’t tell for sure, but I think she was fucking herself.

I looked down at my mom. She had her head turned toward my crotch, and she was watching me. I saw her lick her lips, and I heard her whisper, “Come for Mommy, baby.”

That was all I needed. I started to climax.

As I was holding one hand over my hot throbbing pussy while squeezing one of my little breasts with the other hand, I could hear my mom getting close to a climax too. I could always tell, by the way she would start to pant and moan in a kind of rhythm. It was like her signature or something. I’d seen her have so many orgasms by this time, and heard how they sounded, that I was intimately aware of her style.

I was still coming myself, but somehow I also managed to keep part of my mind focused on my mom. I knew she had asked me to let her taste my pussy after I masturbated, so the second that I was able to regain control of myself, I opened my eyes and looked down at her face.

She had her head turned and was staring at my crotch. She could see my hand pressing hard against my sex, and I’m sure she could see the sticky wetness of my fluids spreading between my fingers. Her mouth was open and she was licking her lips as though she couldn’t wait to taste me.

As my final spasm ended, I took a deep breath, cupped my fingers to gather up as much of my liquids as I could, and then moved my hand about three inches from my pussy to my mother’s mouth.

She seized my hand and greedily sucked and licked my fingers.

I looked down at Kim. She had her mouth fastened over my mom’s cunt, thrusting her tongue inside her, but her eyes were watching us, watching a little 12-year-old girl who was giving her mother a taste of her pussy juice.

“Julie — Julie! Kiss me, honey! Kiss me!”

It was my mom. She was right on the verge of a climax, and she wanted me to kiss her mouth. I bent down and brought my lips to hers. We kissed deeply, our tongues playing with each other. And just as she started to come, my mother grabbed both of my hands in hers and clasped them over her beautiful breasts.

“Touch me, baby! Touch Mommy’s tits!” she demanded, between kisses.

I clutched her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, while kissing her wetly — and then she was coming.

She almost screamed in my mouth, her orgasm was so powerful. Her hands holding mine over her breasts were gripping them so tightly that it hurt me, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was for my mother to have all the sexual pleasure she could possibly have.

Then I heard Kim crying out too. She was still fucking her pussy with her fingers, and now she was bringing herself to a climax.

When my mother finally let go of my hands, her arms dropped limply to her side. I gave her breasts one last loving caress, and then I impulsively put my fingers back between my legs to find more pussy juice, smearing it over my mom’s lips before I kissed her again. I went back to get even more wetness from my vagina, rubbing it all around on her face this time. I wanted to coat her with the evidence of my sexual arousal, showing her how excited she could make me. My mother’s eyes were still closed and she was panting, but she licked her lips as I kissed her, tasting me.

Although Kim’s orgasm was a strong one, it ended quickly and immediately she seemed to need more. She pulled her fingers from her cunt, sucked them briefly, then clambered up higher on the bed and mounted my mother.

The brunette lifted up one of my mom’s long legs, and placed her pussy directly over my mother’s. She started moving against her, urgently, frantically, fucking her hard and fast.

My mom, who had barely completed one climax, was now being brought rapidly toward another, with almost no time to recover or rest. She was sweating, gasping for breath, her face glistening with my fluids.

It was a lot for one woman to take, but I knew my mother. I knew how much she craved having sex with hot young women like Kim. She’d said earlier that we didn’t have much time, and I knew she would want to fit as many orgasms for all of us into that time as we could. She was holding up her leg with one hand, high in the air, pulling it back toward herself to give Kim complete access to her cunt, and with the other hand she was squeezing Kim’s thigh.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Make me come!” she hissed.

Kim looked up at me, looked into my eyes as she gyrated her cunt against my mother’s. She stared at me, staring at my naked body, and said to me, “I’m fucking your mother, little girl, I’m fucking your mother.”

“Fuck her hard,” I told her. “Fuck my mommy and make her come!”

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