Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

The Mini-Orgy

By Cheryl Taggert

We had not gotten to sleep until around 3 a.m., so we slept late. In fact, we were all still in Ms. Carter’s–I mean Aunt Jesse’s–bed. And of course we were naked.

Just before falling asleep, I had suggested that when my mom arrived that either Elizabeth or her mom answer the door–naked. We’d laughed about it, talking about how surprised my mom would be. They thought it was just a joke, but I was serious.

We were still lying there, summoning the urge to get up when I heard the doorbell. It was already 10 o’clock, so I knew it was my mom. I reminded them of the idea I’d had the night before and said we really should do that.

“Do you really think so?” asked Aunt Jesse. “It might be a bit too much, don’t you think?”

“No, it won’t. She’ll actually be thrilled, especially if it’s Elizabeth. She said she would love to have sex with her.” Elizabeth smiled at that and her eyes grew big. “I was supposed to think of some reason Elizabeth should stay the night at our house with me and Deanna, but this is better.”

The doorbell rang again. I knew my mom would have known I was almost certainly successful with my seduction last night. She would not know I had already gotten the two sisters involved in an incestuous relationship with their mom as well. Elizabeth was all smiles. She seemed to like the idea of trying to shock my mom, who saw naked people every working day of her life. I knew she wouldn’t be shocked, but she would be very pleasantly surprised.

“Okay, if you think it’s a good idea,” said Aunt Jesse.

We all got up and went downstairs and hid to watch Elizabeth open the door with nothing on to greet my mom. She walked to the door, glanced back at us, took a deep breath and opened the door wide. My mom looked at her, smiled, and said, “Is it okay if I come in?”

“Please do,” said Elizabeth, as if she answered the door naked every day.

When Mom entered, she turned to Elizabeth and said, “Is your mom home?” Apparently, she thought I had not involved the girls yet and that her mom must be gone since Elizabeth was answering the door naked.

“Well, the last I saw her, she was naked in the bed with Cheryl and my sister.”

Mom got the picture immediately now. She dropped her purse and stepped toward Elizabeth. The three of us watched what was happening. Mom began to undress as she talked to Elizabeth. She was standing perhaps six inches from her as she spoke, her voice dropping into a seductive alto.

“So. You decided to come let me in looking like this?” Elizabeth nodded, her desire lighting her eyes like a flame to a candle.

Mom was naked in an instant and stepped even closer to Elizabeth, who was wide-eyed with lust for my mom. She took Elizabeth in her arms and kissed her passionately on the lips. I couldn’t see from where we were, but I knew there was plenty of tongue involved in that kiss. Elizabeth moaned as my mom’s hand came up, obviously beginning to play with Elizabeth’s titties. Aunt Jesse signaled for us to follow her, and we crept back upstairs and got into bed again.

Mom and Elizabeth didn’t come upstairs immediately, which didn’t surprise any of us. We were in the bed and chatting, mostly about the fun we would have now that Jesse was sexually involved with all of us, when they did finally come upstairs about ten minutes later. When they entered the room, I could tell they were both turned on and that neither seemed to have come yet.

“Were you surprised, Mommy?” I asked.

“Yes. It seems you’ve been very busy.”

“I have to admit I’m glad she has been busy. Last night was wonderful,” said Aunt Jesse. “I’ve thought about this for some time but never thought I would ever act on it. It was a fantasy. The reality is much better though.”

“Is there room on that king-sized bed for two more?” asked Mommy.

“We’ll make the room,” said Aunt Jesse.

Mommy and Elizabeth fell onto the bed and immediately began kissing each other. The rest of us watched for a bit then joined in, partnering up and having fun. Aunt Jesse began to make love with Deanna, and I joined Mommy and Elizabeth. We were quite involved with each other in no time. Mommy was licking Elizabeth as I licked her. Elizabeth was reaching out to play with my pussy and lick me every once in a while too. At one point I noticed Mommy look over at Deanna and her mom. They were in a sixty-nine. Mommy always got very turned on by incest, and this was no exception. She came when she looked at them. It was the first of about six orgasms she had that morning. I heard Deanna coming and I looked at her and her mom. Jesse was licking Deanna’s pussy as if it were the only thing she ever wanted to do. Deanna’s hips were bucking back and forth, pushing her pussy into her mom’s mouth. Meanwhile, her fingers were pistoning back and forth into her mom’s frothy pussy as the orgasm her mommy was giving her overwhelmed her. Her body began to jerk with the spasms from her orgasm.

“I love you, Mommy!” she said as she dived back into her mother’s pussy to help her to her next orgasm.

I was playing with my pussy as I watched this erotic scene. I looked at my mom and Elizabeth, and they had halted their lovemaking long enough to watch what I had just seen–a lovely nine-year-old girl coming with her bald pussy pressed tightly against her mother’s mouth. They returned to their own lovemaking, and I turned to now help Deanna with her mom. I moved to where I could suck on Aunt Jesse’s nipples, and took one into my mouth, sucking deeply and flicking my tongue across the crown of her nipple, which was a stiffened nub of flesh in my mouth. She moaned loudly as I did this. Her nipples were extremely sensitive, and I must have been making them feel wonderful.

Soon, Aunt Jesse was coming too, at the exact same moment that Elizabeth came. After a few minutes, we lay back, but once again, I was the one who hadn’t come yet.

I was masturbating myself lightly when Mommy said, “You’re still horny, aren’t you?” I nodded. “Then we’ll have to take care of that.”

With that, she moved to my head and placed it in her lap and reached down to play with my nipples. Mommy instructed the others what to do. She told Deanna and Elizabeth to start sucking my nipples. Then she told Aunt Jesse to move down to my pussy and begin making love to me there. When Aunt Jesse was in place and beginning to lick my wet slit, Mommy moved down to where Aunt Jesse was and began to twist my body so that my hips were turned so she could get to my butthole. While Deanna and Elizabeth sucked my nipples and played with them, they would lean in to kiss each other. Mommy was licking my butthole and Aunt Jesse was beginning to go to town on my pussy.

Needless to say, I was having a great time! I had been so horny that it didn’t take me long to feel my climax approaching, especially with all the attention my body was getting. Soon, I began to buck and moan, sucking the air between my clinched teeth as I concentrated on the wonderful feelings my mommy and friends were giving me.

Then I seemed to explode from within. There’s no other way to describe it. My body seemed to tense into this tiny ball and then convulse outward. Waves of orgasms hit me like tidal waves, one after the other. I don’t know how long the orgasm lasted, but it seemed to last forever. When they finally moved away from me, I felt as though I was made of jelly. I could still feel tremors of post-orgasmic body-quakes spreading throughout my body, like waves moving out from my clit to my pussy to my belly and ass to my breasts and nipples and down my legs and up my spine to the top of my head. I was exhausted and energized at the same time. I was too exhausted to move, but my spirit was energized by the love I felt from Aunt Jesse, Elizabeth, Deanna, and of course my mom.

Oh, my mommy. I suddenly felt a wave of total love for her wash over me. I blinked away the tears that spilled down my cheeks. Then I closed my eyes and wasn’t aware of anything until Mommy woke me to come downstairs for lunch.

When I arrived in the dining area, Deanna and Elizabeth greeted me with a kiss from each of them. Everyone was still naked, and I realized we probably would be for the remainder of the day. As Deanna kissed me again, we sat on two stools at the breakfast bar and made out for a while. I noticed Mommy and Elizabeth watching us. We were obviously turning them on. I sat there kissing Deanna until her mom put plates in front of us with sandwiches and chips. We looked at the other three and giggled before turning to our lunch.

As we ate, we talked. Aunt Jesse told us how she had always had erotic feelings for her daughters, but that it was my mom and me who helped her accept those feelings. She told us a story of how she had once gone into Elizabeth’s room to watch her sleeping when she was about ten. She had slowly slid the covers off her and pulled her panties aside to look at her pussy as she masturbated herself to orgasm. She explained that Elizabeth, like Deanna, was a hard sleeper who was difficult to wake even after a full night’s sleep, so she hadn’t worried that she might wake up and see what her mommy was doing. She then told us of how she did the same thing with Deanna the following week. Deanna had been only seven at the time. She had felt a lot of shame for her feelings and had not done that since, though she had thought about it many times, both the memories of what she had done as well as fantasies of doing it again.

“Now you don’t have to sneak, Mommy,” said Deanna. “You can just waltz right in, take off our clothes, and lick whatever you want to. Then when we DO wake up, we can start doing the same thing to you.”

We all laughed at that, but it wasn’t necessarily because we found it funny. We actually found it erotic, and I could tell from the look on Aunt Jesse’s face that just such an occurrence would happen very soon.

Mommy decided that after lunch we should all put on shows for the others. She and Aunt Jesse went first. They began by kissing each other and that led to kissing and sucking each other’s nipples and boobs, which of course led to playing with each other’s pussy and finally ending with them tribbing. Mommy got on top of Aunt Jesse so that Mommy’s right leg was between Aunt Jesse’s legs and Mommy’s left leg was against Aunt Jesse’s hip. Mommy was sitting up straight and Aunt Jesse was lying on the bed. She began rubbing her pussy back and forth on Aunt Jesse’s pussy, going very fast. Soon they were both coming. We girls agreed it was a great show.

Deanna and Elizabeth decided we three girls would begin by playing with our pussies. Mommy and Aunt Jesse watched as we all three masturbated for about five minutes. Then Elizabeth leaned over and started fingering her sister Deanna and Deanna reached over to finger me. Holding Deanna’s hand in place, I moved around so that I could play with Elizabeth’s pussy. That went on for a while until Elizabeth told Deanna and me to sixty-nine. We did, and I could feel the eyes of my mommy, Elizabeth, and her mommy on us as the two youngest of the group pleasured each other with our mouths.

“Mmm.. you taste great!” I said between licks.

“So do you,” said Deanna, panting towards her next orgasm.

I managed to glance at Elizabeth, and she was masturbating as she watched us. Then my eyes fell on her mother and mine, and they were doing the same thing.

In a few moments, I could feel myself starting to come. Deanna was very close too. As I took in one final look at Elizabeth as she rubbed herself off for us, my orgasm hit. A few seconds later, Deanna’s overwhelmed her as well. We were two bucking, groaning, licking piles of little-girl flesh. In other words, we were in a state of pure bliss.

As we came, I could hear Elizabeth and the two moms coming as well. It was a fitting end to our little orgy, I suppose.

After we all got to a point we could move, we got up and moved downstairs again. Mommy and I had dressed since we would be leaving. Deanna, her sister, and her mother were all still naked, having decided to stay that way until they had to get dressed.

Mommy and I left after many kisses and promises to have fun again soon. I asked Aunt Jesse if Elizabeth could come stay the night the next time that Deanna did, and she said yes, but that if her husband was out of town, she might join them and sleep in my mom’s bed with her.

When we got in the car, Mommy told me, “I have a little bit of a surprise for you.”

“What?” I asked. I loved surprises.

“You know the Graysons down the street?”

“Yes.”

“Well, you know their daughter Emily?”

“Yes.” I was beginning to wonder where exactly this was going. The Graysons were a young couple who lived about two blocks from our house. They have a six-year-old daughter named Emily. She’s a cute, slender redhead with freckles. She always waves at me when I ride by on my bike and she’s playing in their front yard.

“Well, Mrs. Grayson called last night and she wants you to babysit for them tonight. Mr. Grayson is getting an award from the Chamber of Commerce, and they will be out late.”

“What did you tell them?”

“I told them you’d be happy to babysit Emily.”

“What happened to their usual babysitter?” The Graysons usually had a college student they know stay with Emily.

“She can’t be there because she is out of town this weekend. She got called away for a family emergency and the Graysons were running out of people to call because it’s also prom weekend for the high school kids. I was right telling them you’d babysit, I hope. I think it would be good for you to get into the babysitting ranks and earn a little spending money.”

“That sounds fine. They do know I’m only nine, don’t they?” I had always thought of babysitters as at least eleven or twelve.

“Yes, but to be honest, they were getting desperate. I assured them that I would keep my cell on and you could call me away from what I would be doing and I could be there in five minutes.”

“What will you be doing?”

“I have a dinner party I’m going to, remember?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said. Mommy had been planning to go to this dinner party that a friend who was not in “the business,” as Mommy called it, was putting on. She always made sure she knew lots of people not in the adult entertainment industry because if that’s all the friends you have, “life can get mighty strange,” as she put it.

I knew what she meant by “mighty strange.” It had nothing to do with sex. But it had quite a bit to do with drugs. That’s one thing Mommy kept at a distance, and she told me she would kill me if she ever found out I was doing drugs. “Life’s too much fun without drugs,” she often said. I believed her. I’d never done anything like that and my life was mostly a blast! I mean, there aren’t that many moms who not only accept their child’s sexuality, but also encourage it, especially at my age.

When we got home, it was almost three o’clock. I was due at the Graysons at six. Mommy suggested a short nap to help me recover from last night and this morning. I usually don’t like to nap in the afternoon, but this time I accepted the idea happily. I was still very tired.

Mommy woke me up at five so I could shower before walking down to the Graysons. As far as I could tell, they were very nice people. They were both in their late twenties and I thought they were very attractive. In fact, Mrs. Grayson had often been a part of a fantasy I’d had while masturbating.

She looked like an older version of Emily. She had red hair and freckles. When I was little I once asked her how many freckles she had. She had said, “I’m not sure. Maybe you can count them for me.” Of course, because I was only seven when that happened, she had no idea that this comment was the beginning of my fantasies about her.

I would imagine she asked me over one day to count her freckles. When I arrive at her house, in my fantasy of course, she would answer the door completely naked, saying, “If you’re going to count my freckles, I have to be naked.” In my fantasy I got inside and she said that if I was going to count her freckles, she would have to check my body to see if I had any stray freckles as well, so I needed to get naked with her. Of course, one thing led to another and we ended up having sex. In my fantasy, I usually came imagining her face between my thighs and licking my pussy as her beautiful red hair spread out from her head like a fire that was scorching my pussy into orgasms.

Anyway, I left for her house. I was wearing shorts and a tank top that said, “Smiles on the outside” on the front and “But full of mischief” on the back. There were these two pictures on the shirt, a small angel on the front and a little devil on the back. My mommy bought it for me because, as she said, “It fits you.” As I approached their house to ring the doorbell, I was totally unaware of how this night would turn out. In fact, I wasn’t even thinking it would turn out to be anything but a few hours with Emily before she went to bed. Boy, was I wrong!

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