Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

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“Cor blimey,” panted Kelsey, as she licked her lips, grinning at Hannah and me. She brushed a few dark strands of hair from her face, then said, “Don’t know if ever I’ve come so bloody hard. Does a woman good to be with young ones like you, truly it does.”

The woman was standing in front of us, running her hands all over her sweaty body. Her legs were gleaming wet, coated with her own fluids.

Hannah and I were seated side by side on the sofa, still breathing heavily after our own orgasms. Lauren, who had retrieved the vibrating wand when Hannah dropped it, then switched the toy off and left it on the table, was next to Kelsey, a hand on her cousin’s shoulder. The blonde was smiling down at us too.

We were all naked, of course, and had just completed a fabulous round of group masturbation while watching lesbian porn, capped with the mother of all pussy squirts — from Hannah’s own mother!

“Now, though, chicks, might be best if the two of you pop into the shower, eh?” Kelsey said. “Scrub some of that stuff from you, then kip down.”

Take a shower?? That wasn’t what I wanted. I’d thought that maybe when we got done playing with ourselves, we would progress to playing with each other — but it wasn’t to be. Not yet, anyway. And what the heck did ‘kip down’ mean?

“Right, Mum,” Hannah nodded, showing no sign that she might still want more, as I did.

After taking a deep breath, my cute friend got to her feet, a bit unsteadily. With a smile, she kissed her mother’s cheek. “Thanks a lot for doing this. Love you.”

“Love you too, pet,” said Kelsey, giving her daughter a little hug, patting her behind.

I got up as well and said goodnight to Lauren and to Kelsey. Hannah and I gathered our clothes from the carpet, where we’d left them earlier, then walked down the hall to her bedroom.

“God, I’m knackered,” Hannah said, as soon as we were through the door. The redhead tossed her things toward the closet, where they ended up again in a pile on the floor.

“Yeah, I’m tired too,” I said, even though I really wasn’t. I could understand, however, why she might be worn out — after having who knows how many orgasms in a row with that vibrator pressing against her clit.

Then I remembered something. “What did she mean by ‘kip down’? What does that mean?”

Hannah smiled, “It just means go to bed, get ready for bed.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Let’s do the shower. I am kinda sticky.”

“All right.”

We cleaned up, helping each other wash and doing a little bit of playful touching, but not that much. I could tell that Hannah really was exhausted, and I didn’t want to press her just to fulfill my own needs.

Then we got in bed, nude. She lay on her back in the dark and I lay on my side, facing her. The girl’s eyes were closed, and she was breathing softly, not quite asleep, perhaps, but getting there. I kissed her cheek. She smiled, but didn’t open her eyes.

I turned onto my back, thinking about the many things that had happened that Saturday evening: playing Undercover Spy with Cadence, posing nude for her and Hannah while they drew detailed pictures of my pussy, then masturbating to orgasm right in front of them, then watching Cadence get herself off humping her teddy bear, and then getting caught by the girl’s mother with my fingers in my pussy — it made me smile when I thought about that, remembering how scared I’d been — trying to flirt with Judith and Lynn but not having much success, at least not as much as I wanted, then coming back to Hannah’s house and getting naked again and looking at porn along with Lauren and Kelsey and masturbating with them, and finally that incredible big finish, watching Kelsey fuck herself with her fingers and spray pussy juice all over us. So unbelievable and so hot!

By then, naturally, I was masturbating, massaging my clit as I replayed all those exciting activities in my mind. I wasn’t really close yet, but it wouldn’t take long if I wanted to come. Which I definitely did. I’d had two orgasms at Lynn’s apartment, and another about a half hour earlier on the sofa in the living room at Hannah’s, but I still wanted more. Just one more.

I pushed a finger into my vagina. It felt smooth and soft inside, feathery, fluffy, but also moist and slippery, and very warm, almost hot. I truly love fucking myself.

One hand on my clit, and that finger sliding up inside me, spreading my legs, reaching a little deeper, looking for my G-spot, and finding it — oh my god, so good — then pressing, pressing, rubbing, stroking — yes, yes, clit getting so hard — ready, ready, ready — NOW!!

I came, shuddering, trying not to be too loud and wake Hannah, but unable to prevent myself from causing the bed to shake. My stomach muscles clenched again and again as spasms of ecstasy shot through me. I stifled my usual cries, managing to utter no more than a few passionate groans.

When I finished, panting, trying to catch my breath, I slowly the drew the juicy finger out of my cunt and brought it to my face. I sniffed it first, savoring the aroma, then rubbed a little of the sticky wetness on my lips.

As I started to lick the finger, I heard a soft voice. “Give us a taste then.”

It was Hannah, of course. I giggled and said, “Sorry, did I wake you?”

“Not really. I was sorta half asleep, but listening too. You’re so hot. C’mon, give us a taste.”

“Okay.”

Turning partway on my side, I held the finger in front of her lips. Hannah extended her tongue, licking, then took my hand in hers and pulled it closer, sucking my finger into her mouth.

“Mmm,” she sighed, her eyes still closed. And that was all she said. After a few more seconds of sucking, she relaxed, letting my hand go. I kissed her cheek and gently kissed her lips, but she didn’t really respond. She was gone.

I lay awake a while longer, wondering if I might hear Lauren and Kelsey having noisy sex, and if I did, wondering whether I would want to get up and go down the hall and listen more closely. I never heard anything, though. Either they didn’t have sex, or were quiet doing it, or perhaps I simply fell asleep. That was all I knew until next morning.

* * *

It’s strange, how people are sometimes.

After I woke the next day, with sunlight streaming in though the half-opened curtains at Hannah’s bedroom window, and took a look at my friend, who appeared to be fast asleep, I got out of bed to go to the bathroom. Opening the door, I immediately smelled coffee and heard the soft chatting of Kelsey and Lauren in the kitchen.

I relieved myself, then went back in the bedroom and put on a clean pair of panties. I debated about putting on a t-shirt, but chose not to. I wanted to be bold. Leaving the room, I strode down the hall and into the kitchen, my small, still-conical breasts on display.

What was odd, however, was the reaction of the two women to my partial nudity. They reacted almost not at all, smiling and saying, “Good morning,” while giving appreciative glances to my chest, but not staring or anything like that.

“Would you like some juice? You don’t drink coffee, do you?” asked Lauren. “Or are you hungry now, ready for breakfast?”

“No, um… just a little juice is fine, thanks,” I said.

Kelsey winked at me, letting her eyes roam over my body, but this wasn’t any more than she’d done the previous mornings when I’d been in their kitchen — wearing panties and a t-shirt — and perhaps it was even less.

Hannah got up fairly early, for her, only about fifteen minutes later. When she came in to join us for breakfast, she did have a shirt on, along with ‘knickers’, and just grinned slightly as she took in my lack of attire. She and I ate cereal, the moms had toast with jam, and we talked about stupid stuff, like school and work and all that. Nobody even mentioned what had happened the night before!

People are strange. There’s a song about that, isn’t there?

Anyway, after we got done eating, Lauren told us she had things to do. She was leaving the next morning on one of her fairly frequent business trips and needed to finish preparing the material she was planning to present in a training session.

Kelsey said she and Hannah were going out to do some Christmas shopping in a little bit, and asked if I’d like to come along. After politely declining, I went to the bedroom and put the rest of my clothes on. I said goodbye, got some warm kisses and hugs, then walked home.

* * *

That day I made a decision.

I decided it was time to move to the next step with Hannah, to tell her everything about our family and see how she would react. She already knew about me and Kate, but now I wanted to tell her the rest — about how great it was having hot sex with my mom, and with Molly, and with Dana and Chelsea too. As I’ve said all along, I was pretty sure Hannah would be excited by this, that it would turn her on.

Of course, the main thing I wanted was not simply to share that information, but to encourage her to do all those things with her own family as well, with her mum and Lauren and Lindsey. I really wanted that to happen, and I wanted to see it happen — I wanted to be there the first time Hannah made love with her mother, and watch them do it. That would be fantastic.

How to orchestrate all that was the big question. I figured, though, that it would be best to start off by having a conversation with Hannah about the benefits of lesbian incest, and then I’d see where things went from there. But when should I do that?

Christmas was coming in a few weeks, so we’d have some time off from school. That might be a good opportunity for me to at least to initiate the discussion and see what happened. If I wasn’t able to do it before then, I promised myself that by the time Christmas arrived, Hannah would know everything there was to know about me and my mom and my sisters having sex with each other.

I obtained permission from my mother. That was not a problem. She was fine with my talking to Hannah and sharing all our naughty secrets. Like me, she was eager to get to the next level with their family, not just to flirt and kiss, but to fuck them all, have an incestuous lesbian orgy with them.

You should have seen Mommy’s eyes when we were discussing it. As she contemplated having sex with Hannah, and especially with 9-year-old Lindsey, and also watching Kelsey and Lauren have sex with their daughters, she just about went nuts. She shoved her hand down inside her slacks, into her panties, and rubbed her clit and fucked her cunt and brought herself to orgasm in almost no time at all.

This happened at lunch that same day, Sunday, after I got home and thought about things for a little while and then brought up the topic with my mom as we sat at the kitchen table eating tuna sandwiches. Kate was with us too. Dana and Chelsea and Molly were off somewhere with Megan and Samantha, so it was just the three of us.

We talked about Hannah and her family. I told my mother and my sister what had happened the night before, how we’d watched porn and masturbated together, and how Kelsey had squirted on us. By then, my mom had put her half-eaten sandwich down and unbuttoned her slacks and started playing with herself. Kate and I grinned at each other as our mother got that wild look in her eyes. We finished our sandwiches while Mommy climaxed, then took the rest of her clothes off and had sex with her on the kitchen table.

Nothing too unusual happened the rest of that day. After our fun lunch, we resumed doing chores or reading or just generally relaxing.

Dana and Megan and the kids came back from Christmas shopping just before dinner. We ate spaghetti, and then, even though it was a school night, Mommy said it would be okay for us to play around for a while — as long as we were done by 8:30 so Samantha and Chelsea could get home and the rest of us could get to bed.

We had a nice little orgy, lots of pussy-licking and fingering and kissing and tribbing and face-sitting, three grown women and five girls from age 7 to 13. I think I came maybe half a dozen times, if not more. A very pleasant way to wrap up the weekend.

* * *

I remembered something else the next day, Monday, that I wanted to talk with my mom about. Lynn — Ms. Firth — had told me her parents were deceased, and now that she was divorced from her husband, the only real family she had was her daughter Cadence.

“Mom?” I began, during our dinner that night. We were enjoying Zucchini Tortellini, an easy but delicious meal my mother had taught me to make.

“Yes, honey?”

“Um, I was thinking. You know Ms. Firth?”

“Yes?”

“Well, she doesn’t really have any family, anyone to have Christmas dinner with or anything like that. So I was wondering if maybe we should invite her and her daughter over here, to spend the holiday with us. What do you think?”

“What do you mean by ‘spend the holiday with us’?”

“Well, I mean, they might want to open their presents and stuff on Christmas morning by themselves, I guess. But then, maybe after that, later in the day, we could ask them to come over here, like for dinner. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“Yes, it might be,” my mother grinned. “But is eating dinner with them the only thing you were thinking about? Or is there something else you might like to eat?”

“Cadence’s pussy,” I admitted, blushing and giggling. My sisters, Kate and Molly and Dana and Chelsea, giggled too.

“How old is Cadence?” Dana asked.

“Um, she’s 10,” I told her.

“Yummy,” smiled Dana, licking her lips.

“Well,” said Mommy, “I don’t think that’s a bad idea at all, Julie. Would you like me to call and invite them? Or would you rather do that yourself?”

“No, I think you should call them. That’ll give you a chance to talk with Ms. Firth, Lynn, and maybe get to know her better.”

“All right, I’ll do that. Keep in mind, though, that Grandpa Ray and Grandma June will be here too. They’re coming on the 23rd and will stay until the 26th.”

Kate gave a loud groan, but a sharp look from Mommy quickly silenced her. Grandpa Ray was my mother’s father, and Grandma June his third wife. (Her real mother had died young, when our mom was still a teenager.) They were nice enough people, I suppose, in their own way, but none of us kids ever liked them that much. Fortunately, they didn’t visit very often and didn’t stay too long when they did.

“So, the point is,” Mommy continued, “we won’t be able to do all those things you want to do with Cadence and her mom, even if they’re willing, at least not on Christmas. That is, unless you guys can think of a clever way to get your grandma and grandpa to go away and leave us alone for a couple of hours that day.”

She said this last part with a wink and a smile, aimed at Katie. Then she got up from her chair and went to the phone, calling Lynn to extend the invitation. By that time, dinner was over, so Dana and Kate began cleaning up, taking care of the dishes. Since I’d done the cooking, I was off the hook.

I went and stood by my mom, listening while she talked with Lynn. She put her hand on my bottom, rubbing and squeezing it through the thin cotton dress I was wearing. I didn’t have any panties on. Soon my mother had her hand underneath my dress, fondling my butt, then sliding around to play with my pussy.

It was pretty amazing to hear her carry on this seemingly normal conversation with one of my teachers while at the same she was stroking my clit and then pushing her finger between my labia, finding my slippery wetness. I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her neck, pressing my body against hers as she finger-fucked me.

I didn’t reach climax. The call didn’t last long enough for that, but oh my god, it was so hot. I wanted to grab the phone and tell Ms. Firth exactly what was going on. I didn’t do that, of course, but can you imagine what she might have thought if I’d told her my mom had her finger inside my cunt?

Anyway, Mommy hung up, informed me that they had accepted the invitation to have Christmas dinner with us, then slid her finger out of my vagina and raised to her mouth, sucking on it. I kissed her, and we shared the delicious taste of my pussy.

As our long, wet kiss came to an end, she looked into my eyes and sighed, “Mmm, too bad it’s a school night, huh? Oh well, the weekend will come soon enough.” Then she went into the kitchen to help with the cleanup.

Later that night, however, when Kate and Molly were already asleep, and just after I’d finished reading a terrific mystery novel by Margaret Millar, setting it on the bedside table and turning off the lamp, my door came open. Mommy entered the room. She was nude.

Without a word, she climbed into bed and began kissing me. The only thing she said, about ten minutes later, when I was naked too and she was on top of me, rubbing her pussy against mine, bringing me right to the brink of an orgasm, was, “Fuck the rules.” And then I came.

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