Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

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Mommy and Paula were really going at it on the sofa. The perky blonde had climbed onto my mother’s lap and was straddling her, holding her face in both hands, kissing and sucking her lips. My mom had one hand under Paula’s miniskirt, grabbing her butt, the other hand perhaps fondling her breasts, though from our angle we couldn’t really see that. Theresa was beside them, watching and masturbating.

Riley, Paula’s little girl, shuddered. She was breathing hard as we spied from upstairs on the women, as we watched our mothers groping and kissing. The child’s whole body was aquiver, trembling with arousal — and suddenly I realized that not only was I holding her tightly, my arms around the naked 9-year-old, I was also humping her! I’d started doing that without even knowing it, pushing my mound against her bottom, sliding up and down, grinding.

It felt great. I didn’t stop.

Paula and my mom finally broke their kiss, giggling and wiping their mouths. They turned to Theresa, their eyes going down to the hand working between her legs. She smiled at them as she continued rubbing herself through her panties.

“I know that we, uh, we can’t really do anything,” Theresa said, “but I just couldn’t help myself. Watching you two, well… it’s very exciting!”

“Why can’t we do anything?” Mommy asked.

“Oh, well, you know,” said Theresa, “not with the kids here, just upstairs. Maybe if we were alone, but —”

My mother shrugged. “I don’t know why that should matter. My girls know all about my sexuality. I’ve never tried to hide anything from them. They know very well that I’m a lesbian, and that, you know, that I’ve had many different partners.”

“Okay, but still…”

“I think sex is beautiful. The human body is beautiful. Women’s bodies, especially,” Mommy added with a smile.

“Damn right,” Paula nodded.

“Well, yes, of course,” Theresa conceded. “I agree, women are beautiful. But, uh…”

She didn’t say more. Her mouth hung open.

Mommy had both hands inside Paula’s clothing, and was sliding them up, raising the blouse the woman was wearing and the tank top beneath it as well. Paula did not resist. She lifted her arms. My mom pulled the two shirts up, and after a little tugging, they came off. The blonde was topless. She shook out her hair and placed her hands on her breasts, massaging them.

“Oh my god,” I heard Riley whisper.

While still grinding against the girl, even harder now, I put a hand lightly over her mouth, cautioning her to stay quiet. I caressed her pretty lips. Her tongue reached out to wet my fingertips.

“Now, you see?” my mother said. “Isn’t she beautiful? These lovely breasts?”

Mommy had a hand on Paula’s tit, the one nearer to us. We could see her squeezing and twisting the nipple. Paula moaned. Her daughter did too.

“Shhh,” I whispered softly in Riley’s ear. She nodded. I humped her.

My clit was tingling. Grinding my cunt against Riley’s butt was getting me so excited. I wasn’t going to let myself come — probably not, anyway — but it wouldn’t take much more. I licked her ear. She shivered and sucked my finger into her mouth.

“Well, uh, yes, she is,” Theresa said. “She’s beautiful. It’s just, I… I just don’t know…”

I noticed, however, that although the woman supposedly objected to the idea of openly having sex in the family room while their daughters were asleep upstairs (so they thought), she had not stopped rubbing her own pussy. It was a contradiction.

My mother must have noticed that too. She grinned at Theresa. “You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. But you can watch. I think you like watching, don’t you?”

Without waiting for an answer, Mommy kissed Paula again, wrapping her arms around her, stroking her bare back. Paula moaned, opening her mouth, sucking on my mother’s tongue. Her hands groped at my mom’s breasts through her dress.

I heard Riley whimper. And then all at once it dawned on me, to my surprise, that the little girl was masturbating, playing with herself as she viewed the action below. I wasn’t sure when she’d begun doing that, but it totally turned me on. She was still sucking my finger, so I kept that hand there but let the other slide to her chest, finding her puffy nipples, teasing them as I continued humping her bottom.

“Yes, I do like watching,” we heard Theresa say. “I like it very much.”

And as we watched, the woman moved her legs even farther apart, slipping her hand inside her panties. She rubbed herself and repeated, “I do like watching.”

The others made no response to this. They were too busy kissing and fondling. Theresa watched them and masturbated — but only a few seconds later, she stopped. She frowned and licked her lips. It looked as if she might be trying to make her mind up.

With a nod, Theresa got to her feet. After hiking the dress up to her waist, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her ivory-colored bikini panties and quickly pushed them down, stepping out of them. Her shoes were already off. She sat again on the sofa, but this time leaning in a corner with one foot up on the cushion, knee bent, long legs spread wide open.

Riley and I could see Theresa’s pussy. It was gleaming wet — even from where we were, we could see that. Her dark pubic hair was closely trimmed, but not shaved. She put both hands on her vulva and resumed masturbating.

It wasn’t clear whether Paula or my mom saw what Theresa had done. Probably they did, but neither made any indication of it. Mommy was sucking Paula’s nipple now. Paula’s eyes were closed. She was groaning, stroking my mother’s hair.

I heard Riley whimper again. She was trembling, shaking all over. It seemed to me that the girl might be almost ready to come. But how loud would she be if she did? Would the women hear her, and discover us spying on them? Then what would happen?

By that time, I was so turned on I almost didn’t care. It didn’t matter — nothing mattered but sex. I humped Riley and played with her nipples while she masturbated.

We watched our moms kiss and touch each other, her mother and my mother. It looked as if Mommy had her hand inside Paula’s panties now, maybe stroking her clit or even fucking her, though we couldn’t tell for sure. But Paula was moaning excitedly and kind of rocking up and down on Mommy’s lap.

Next to them on the sofa, Theresa was rubbing herself. She had both hands between her legs, fingers moving very fast. Her panties were on the floor. The woman was breathing hard, her face turning red. She kept nodding and licking her lips as she stared at the others.

My finger was still in Riley’s mouth. She was sucking and nibbling on it, almost like it was a nipple — or maybe a clitoris. Thinking about that, imagining the 9-year-old doing to my stiff clit what she was doing to my finger almost made me come right then. I humped her even faster.

And then Theresa climaxed. “Ohhh!!” she groaned.

The loud sound caught everyone’s attention. Paula turned and looked, as did my mom. Riley froze. She seemed to be holding her breath.

“Ohhh!!” Theresa groaned again, her long, lean body repeatedly shuddering. “Ohh… ohh…”

Her eyes had been tightly shut, but as her orgasmic spasms gradually began to recede, she opened them, smiling sheepishly. “God,” she sighed, catching her breath. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to —”

“Please, don’t apologize,” my mother chuckled. “I love seeing you do that. It’s very hot.”

“Yeah, oh my god, it’s great!” agreed Paula. “So sexy.”

I felt Riley begin to move again, playing with herself. I’d stopped my humping too, momentarily, but now I resumed grinding my crotch against her bottom.

My mother had her hand on Theresa’s bare leg. She was stroking her smooth inner thigh, fingers gradually moving closer to the woman’s pussy.

“You look so beautiful like that,” Mommy purred, “open wide, like an invitation. Would it be all right if I have a taste?”

“Oh, well, uh… I, I mean…” Theresa stammered. She swallowed hard, then said, “I, well, I think I’d like that, I really would. Except, I, I’m sorry, but would you mind too much if we went upstairs now, to your room? I’d feel better that way.”

“Of course, that’s just fine,” my mother said, patting Theresa’s knee. “Let’s all three go up there.”

“Uh-oh,” I whispered in Riley’s ear, drawing her back around the corner of the wall, into the shadows.

I turned the girl toward me. There was enough light coming up from below that we could see one another’s faces. I quickly kissed her lips, then said, “Go back to Molly’s room and pretend you’re asleep, okay? I’ll come and get you in a minute.”

“Okay,” she nodded, then scurried down the hall and disappeared through the door, quietly closing it behind her.

I went into my own room, shut the door, and slipped into bed. My heart was pounding. It was all so exciting! It made me want to wake my sister Kate and tell her everything we’d done, but I didn’t. I waited, listening for the sounds of the moms coming upstairs.

Soon I heard them. There were no voices, but I heard a few giggles and could detect footsteps going past my door. After they faded, and I sensed the women were inside Mommy’s room, I got out of bed again. I went to the door and paused, listening. I wanted to give them plenty of time to get undressed and start making love, being certain no one had any second thoughts and left the room, coming out into the hall.

After two or three minutes had passed and I was sure it was safe, I opened the door and crept down the hall to Molly’s room. Hers was the bedroom closest to my mom’s, so I had to be very quiet. I peeked in. Riley was inside the nest of blankets, on the end, covers pulled up to her chin — but she was looking at me, her eyes wide, a happy smile on her face. The other girls were still asleep.

I crooked a finger, motioning Riley to come with me. The girl was unable to suppress a tiny giggle as she crawled out from under the blankets and pranced toward me. I took her hand, whispered, “Shhh,” and led her into the hall.

We went to my room. Closing the door, I said, “I just want to kiss you a little more, okay? Is that all right?”

“Sure, of course,” she nodded, grinning. The lights were off, but my curtains were open and there was a full moon that night. We could easily see each other.

“Okay, just, I want to make sure,” I told her. “Because if you don’t want to, it’s fine.”

“No, I do want to. I like it.”

“Good, me too.” Holding her hand, I took her to my bed. We got inside. She was in the middle, next to Kate, who was sleeping on her stomach, her face turned away from us. Riley looked at her.

“Don’t worry about Kate,” I said. “She won’t wake up. She never does.”

As soon as I said that, though, I wondered if perhaps Riley wanted Kate to wake up, if she might be hoping to kiss her as well. Maybe so, but for now I wasn’t going to think about that. I was too eager to kiss this girl myself and hold her close and rub my naked body against hers.

I took her in my arms. She responded eagerly, opening her mouth with a lustful sigh. We kissed wetly. I played with her nipples again and encouraged her to play with mine, which she did. Within only a few minutes I was on top of her, grinding my cunt against her leg. I needed to come so badly!

“Riley,” I gasped, breaking our kiss for a moment, “is it okay if I do this? I have to do it, I have to!”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, “it’s—”

Before she could say more, I covered her mouth with mine. I humped her faster and faster, feeling the momentum growing, the pressure building, that delicious swelling joy of an impending climax. I kissed the pretty girl, sucked her tongue, rubbed myself against her thigh, and then, “God!!”

I came, very loudly. I didn’t mean to be so noisy, but I couldn’t help it. Sometimes it just happens that way. I groaned and gasped, shuddering, feeling the slippery warm wetness of my juices on her leg. “God!” I cried again. But still I didn’t stop. With my eyes closed, I kissed Riley’s mouth again and humped her even faster, extending the orgasm, wanting it never to end.

It worked. I came a second time, only half a minute or so after my first climax. This one was even wetter. I was totally soaking the girl’s leg, and my sheets, but I didn’t care. I loved coming on her. I humped and humped and humped until finally there was nothing left. I sighed and relaxed, nuzzling her neck.

“Wow.”

I heard a voice. It was Katie’s. I raised my head and looked at her.

My sister was pushed up on an elbow, grinning at us. She was naked. We could see her little boobies, her dark brown button nipples.

“Wow,” she repeated.

“Sorry I woke you up,” I chuckled.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. You were really loud.”

“I know.”

“Are the moms home?” asked Kate.

“Yeah, um, Paula and Theresa are here. They’re in Mommy’s room. Dana and Megan aren’t here, though. They’re at Dana’s apartment, I guess. Or Megan’s.”

“They’re in Mommy’s room?” Kate asked, eyebrows raised.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

“They were kissing,” Riley said. “Your mom and my mom. They were like, doing stuff, and, um, and um, Ms. Chandler, Emily’s mom, she was watching them.”

“Yeah, and not only watching, but masturbating. We saw her come,” I told her.

“Really?” asked Kate.

“Uh-huh, we did,” said Riley. “It was nice.”

“So you guys were spying?” Kate asked, with a leer.

“Yeah, we were,” I said. “We were both naked, and like, touching ourselves and stuff.”

Riley nodded happily.

“Did they see you?” asked Kate.

“Uh-uh.” Riley shook her head. “Before they came upstairs, we went in our rooms. They didn’t see us.”

“Okay.” Kate yawned and stretched, then lay down on her back. “Sorry, you guys, I’m really sleepy. You can keep doing whatever you want to, though, I don’t mind.”

My sister closed her eyes, breathing softly. It always amazed me how easily and quickly she was able to fall asleep. The sheets were just above her waist, her tempting nipples exposed. I gazed at them, feeling my lust begin to build again. I wanted her. I needed her.

I glanced at Riley. She was looking at Kate.

Now I had a decision to make: should I take Riley back to Molly’s room first? Or should I let her stay and watch us, if she wanted to? I chose the latter.

With my finger under her chin, I turned the girl’s face toward mine. I kissed her, then whispered, “Do you want to go back to bed? Are you sleepy?”

She shook her head, “No.”

Riley didn’t seem drowsy at all, even though it was almost 1:30. And I certainly wasn’t either. I was still way too turned on.

“Do you want to watch me with her?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” she frowned. “She’s sleeping, isn’t she?”

“Maybe, but I’m gonna wake her up.”

I slid off Riley, pushed down the sheets, and knelt between Kate’s legs, gently pushing them apart. My sister stirred, but didn’t open her eyes. I leaned in close, sniffing her pussy, inhaling the girlish scent. Then I kissed her, just a soft, warm kiss, my lips on her lips, her smooth puffy labia.

Riley sat up and scooted over toward me, wanting to see. I nuzzled Kate’s vulva, my nose slipping between her lips, seeking her clit. As I continued to nuzzle, I extended my tongue, enjoying the salty, tangy taste of her slit. My fingers found the opening to her vagina. I slid the tip of a finger around the rim. It was moist and slippery. I eased the finger inside. I heard her groan.

Kate was awake now. She was propped on her elbows, gazing down at me. “Eat me, Julie,” she urged. “Eat my pussy.”

“Oh my god,” Riley breathed. I glanced up at her. The girl had begun to masturbate as she watched me lick my sister. I could see her tickling her hairless pussy. It made me smile.

Then I turned my attention back to the pussy in front of my face. After pressing my finger more deeply inside her vagina, sliding it in and out a little bit, I nuzzled Kate again, the end of my nose finding her stiff nub. I kissed and licked her clit, feeling it grow, becoming even harder under my tongue.

Kate was trembling, breathing faster, starting to whimper. I could tell she was already getting close. What I knew she liked more than anything else was being fucked, having a woman’s — or a girl’s — fingers pushing deep inside her cunt. So I added a second finger. She was tight, although not as tight as she had been a few months earlier before receiving the vibrator from my mom as a birthday present. I fucked her hard with two fingers and sucked her clit.

“Yes, yes!” she cried. “Fuck me, Julie!”

We heard a sudden gasp, saw Riley fall to her side on the bed, both hands clamped tightly between her legs. She was climaxing. I was kind of surprised it had happened so fast. She must have been really turned on.

But now it was Katie’s turn. With my fingers pumping inside her, my mouth fastened over her clit, sucking and nibbling, it didn’t take much longer. After only a few more seconds, she squealed loudly. Her legs came together, squeezing my head. I felt the muscles of her vagina contract around my fingers, clenching and releasing in repeated spasms. I scented the lovely aroma of her climax, felt warm juices dribbling onto my hand. It was so totally thrilling — I love making my sister come!

When it was clear she was finished and could take no more, I eased my fingers out of her and sucked them into my mouth, savoring her flavor. I lay down next to Kate, taking her hand in mine, squeezing it. Her eyes were still closed and she was panting, but beginning to calm down.

Riley pushed herself up to a sitting position. “That was amazing,” she smiled. “I’ve never seen — I mean, I’ve like, watched videos and stuff, but — but wow!”

Kate giggled. She had her eyes open now. I grinned at her, and then at Riley. I briefly considered saying something to the girl, asking her not to tell anyone what she’d seen. Then I thought, nah, what do I care? I’m proud of who I am, and very proud of my family, the passionate love we all share. So I didn’t say anything.

“Okay, um, I guess I’ll go back to bed now,” said Riley. “But thanks for getting me up, Julie, and letting me do, well, all that stuff, everything. It was really fun!”

“You’re welcome,” I said, sitting up.

It also occurred to me, of course, that perhaps I shouldn’t let the little girl go back to Molly’s room, that maybe I should make love with her, lick her sweet pussy. I decided I ought to wait, though, and let her make the first move. That would happen soon enough, I was pretty sure. And what I really hoped was that the next time might be with her mother as well, both of them together, and maybe even with her older sister, Alexa, too. That would be perfect.

I got up and walked Riley to the door. “G’night,” she said, waving to Kate.

“Night,” Katie replied, yawning.

Riley gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then slipped out into the hall. I got back in bed with my sister and cuddled with her, holding her close as she fell back to sleep. Then I wondered what was happening in my mother’s room. Were the women still awake, having hot sex? Probably they were, and for a moment I thought about getting up again and going to her bedroom door, listening.

But it felt so nice in bed with Kate, so warm and soft. I snuggled even closer, and soon drifted off to sleep.

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