Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

Another week went by. Mommy went to work, the kids had school, Kate played basketball, and we all attended her games and cheered for her.

At night, after Molly was asleep, Kate and I often would spend half an hour or so in our mother’s bed, naked with her, the three of us telling each other our dirtiest fantasies and masturbating together. Mommy restricted those weeknight sessions to self-pleasuring with only a little touching and kissing, and she limited the time we could spend that way too. She continually reminded us that doing well in school was our #1 priority.

Kate and I went along with that, although we were constantly pushing against the restraints, asking to stay longer in Mommy’s bed, eager to do more with her and with each other. But our mom was firm about the rules. The good thing about it, of course, was that all the anticipation made our weekend fun even more exciting.

Friday night at 7:30, my mother dropped me off at the Frederiksen’s. I’d been looking forward to that, and to the next night too. I had an assignment to babysit for Elaine on Saturday afternoon — she had tickets for another matinee — but in the evening Mommy was planning to go out with Carla and I would stay home with Kate and Molly. That would give Katie and me a chance to play around together, something we hadn’t done for a while.

Anyway, Dana met me at the door and I went inside. Chelsea jumped into my arms, hugging me and kissing me, squeezing me so tightly I could barely breathe.

Her mother laughed, “She really loves you!”

“Yeah, she loves me to death!” I gasped comically.

Dana was wearing the shortest little skirt I’d seen her in yet, along with a pair of very high heels. Her pretty legs were bare, so smooth and slim and so enticing. Her top was a loose-fitting white blouse, sheer enough that I could easily see her dark nipples. She wasn’t wearing a bra. All in all, a very seductive outfit. Was she on the prowl tonight?

She didn’t leave right away. Chelsea had some toys out in the living room and she and I got down on the floor and played with them while Dana walked back and forth a few times, going into the kitchen, then down the hall to her bedroom, then back to the kitchen — almost as if she was parading herself in front of me — before finally sitting on the sofa beside us. She crossed her legs and I looked at her. Actually I stared at her. By this time I felt comfortable enough not to worry about hiding my sexual interest in her.

Dana saw me staring. She smiled, then uncrossed her legs, giving me a clear view of her pink panties. I felt myself getting wet.

If Chelsea noticed any of this she didn’t give any indication of it. She seemed engrossed in the game she was playing with her toys. I did my best to stay engaged with the child, but it was difficult to compete with that display her mother was offering.

Dana picked up a magazine and leafed through it. Slowly her legs began to part, opening up a little more, and then a little more, until there was no question at all that she wanted me to look at her, to look at her crotch. I did, quite happily.

After ten minutes or so, she got up to leave. She slipped on a sweater and picked up her purse. Chelsea and I went to the door with her. Dana leaned down and gave her daughter a kiss on the lips, then gave me a kiss as well, also on the lips. She held my chin in her hand for a moment, looking at my mouth. In her high heels, she was maybe an inch taller than me. She kissed me one more time.

“I won’t be very late,” she said. “I think I’ll come home early tonight. Maybe around 11:00. Or even 10:30. Is that okay?”

“Of course, that’s fine,” I told her. “Whatever you want.”

My pulse was racing. Was this sexy woman planning to come home early for me? So that she and I could… could do what? I shivered with excitement as I imagined the possibilities.

She left. Chelsea and I were alone. It was about 8:00 o’clock. We went and played with her toys again for a while. Then we got up and took the toys into her room and put them away.

Chelsea asked me to tell her another story.

“I liked it when you did that,” the adorable 7-year-old blonde said to me. “That was a really good story. Do you know any other good ones?”

“Uh, well, sure, I can tell you another story if you want.”

“Can we do it in my bed? And be naked again? Both of us?”

I smiled at her. “Of course we can, sweetheart. Anything you want.” I kissed her on the lips.

We took off our clothes and got inside Chelsea’s bed.

Before beginning, I just looked at her, at her pretty blue eyes, at her smooth flat chest, at her pink lips. What I really wanted was to make love with this child, not tell her a bedtime story. Well, maybe tell her a story while I was ravishing her, but it wouldn’t be anything at all like a traditional fairy tale. It would be a story about how much a 12-year-old girl wanted a 7-year-old girl… and that gave me an idea.

“Do you know the story of Hansel and Gretel?” I asked.

“With, um, the breadcrumbs? And the witch?”

“Yeah, that’s the one. So, this story I’m going to tell you is like that, only it’s different.”

“Okay.”

“Once upon a time there were two little girls. They were sisters. The youngest one was 7 years old. She was a very, very pretty little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. Can you guess what her name was?”

“Chelsea?”

“Wow, good guess! How did you know?”

She giggled and scrunched closer to me.

“And the older girl, the older sister, had brown hair and brown eyes. She was 12 years old, not really grown up yet, but bigger than Chelsea. Her name was……”

“Julie!”

“That’s exactly right! You’re so amazing! How did you ever get so smart?”

“I don’t know,” she grinned.

I leaned over and gave her a nice long kiss on the lips. No tongue, not yet, but a very sexy kiss. Then I continued with my story.

“These little girls lived with their mommy in a small cottage deep inside a dark forest. No one else lived close to them. They had a few animals and their mother grew some fruits and vegetables in a garden, but they almost ever saw anyone else. Still, they were very happy together. They loved each other very much. But there was only one problem. Do you know what that was?”

“No…” Chelsea shook her head.

“Well, the older sister, Julie, really enjoyed going out on long walks through the forest. She loved to look at the trees and the flowers and see the animals, all the birds and the squirrels and sometimes a deer or a fox or some little bunny rabbits. Julie loved her walks, and she always took Chelsea along with her. They had a good time together, finding fun things to see. But the problem was that Julie wanted to go farther each time, stay away longer and explore more of the forest, see things they hadn’t seen before. This began to worry their mother. She was afraid they might get lost someday. So, you know what she did?”

“Gave ‘em some bread?”

“Right, except it wasn’t bread. She gave them cookies instead. What’s your favorite kind of cookies?”

“Um, chocolate chip?”

“That’s my favorite too.” I smiled at her and chucked her chin.

“When Julie and Chelsea went out on their walks, their mom would give them a bag of chocolate chip cookies. She told them to crumble up one of the cookies and leave a bit of it behind them as they were walking, making a trail of cookie crumbs so they could always find their way back home. They could eat the rest of the cookies, but they should always be careful to leave that trail behind them.”

I looked down at Chelsea, making sure I still held her interest with my long story. She smiled back up at me, clearly very involved in it. Or in me, anyway.

“But one day Julie decided to go much farther into the forest than they had ever gone before. She wanted to see something new, find something different. The sisters had been walking so long after a while, they got hungry and they ate up all the cookies in the bag. Now they didn’t have any left to make a trail of crumbs. But Julie said it didn’t matter. She was sure she could find her way back. Except then it began to get dark. And Julie stopped and looked around. She had to admit, she really wasn’t sure where they were, or how to get back. Chelsea wanted to go home. She wanted to see her mommy again. She started to cry. Julie picked her up and held her. She hugged the little girl and kissed her and told her not to worry, that everything would be okay. She would take care of her.”

I reached over to the lamp on a little table beside the bed and switched it off. Now the room was mostly dark. There was still some light coming in through the door from the living room, but it was dusky in Chelsea’s bedroom.

Scooting down in the bed, I put my face close to hers and said, “It got very dark in the forest. Julie and Chelsea were both kind of afraid. But Julie told her sister not to worry, everything would be all right. It was nighttime now and getting cold. They found a little shelter of some branches that had fallen from a tree and they got down inside, huddling together, hugging each other to stay warm. Chelsea wanted her mommy. She almost started to cry again. But she was happy that she had Julie to take care of her. Julie thought it would be a good idea if they kissed each other, closed their eyes and hugged and just kissed and pretended they were home in their bed where they slept together every night and kissed each other in the dark. So that’s what they did. The sisters got very close and hugged and kissed and stayed warm until finally they fell asleep.”

I paused.

“Do you want to kiss like they did?” I whispered to the naked girl. “Pretend we’re two sisters lost in the forest and we have to hug and kiss each other to stay warm and safe?”

“Okay,” she whispered back.

We put our arms around each other in her bed, bringing our mouths together. Chelsea kissed me so wonderfully, so warmly, so erotically — oh my, her kissing alone was almost enough to make me come. She’d obviously had a very good teacher, and a lot of practice!

I kissed her for a long time, but finally decided I’d better go on with the story. I lifted my face away from hers. I was lying on top of her, the little girl’s legs spread apart, my belly pressing into her crotch. If I didn’t stop now, I knew, I might not be able to stop at all.

“Should I finish telling you the story?”

“If you want to.”

She would be just as happy, it seemed, to go on kissing. I would have to, except I was pretty sure the kissing would have led to something else, and I wasn’t quite ready for that. Not yet.

“All right.”

I sat up again and switched on the lamp, bathing us in light. “It was morning. The sisters were safe. They were hungry and they were cold, but they were together and they were safe. The sun was shining down through the trees, beginning to warm them a little. Julie decided which way they should go and they started walking. After a while they came to a house. It was a very old house, not nearly as nice and cute as their little cottage. But maybe somebody lived there who could help them, give them some food, show them the way home. They went up to the door and Julie knocked on it. The door opened. A woman looked out at them, a woman about the same age as their mom. She seemed familiar in a way, like someone the sisters might have seen before, even though they were sure they’d never met her. Unlike their mother, who had blonde hair and blue eyes —”

“Like my mom,” interjected Chelsea.

“That’s right,” I smiled. “The mommy of the girls in this story looked just like your mommy, honey. But this other woman in the very old house in the forest had black hair and very dark eyes. She wasn’t ugly at all, though. In fact, she was pretty, especially when she smiled. The woman invited them inside and led them over to sit by the warm fire in the fireplace. She brought them mugs of hot chocolate to drink, and freshly baked blueberry muffins to eat. Then she sat with them and asked who they were and where they came from. They told her about getting lost in the forest at night. ‘Oh, you poor dears’, she said to them. ‘I’m so sorry you are lost. You are welcome to stay here with me until we find your mommy again. I don’t know of any other houses nearby, but we can go out together and look.’ The woman told the girls that her name was Donna.”

“That’s almost like my mommy’s name.”

“Yes, that’s right, and that’s just what Chelsea thought in my story too. Because her mommy’s name was — do you know what it was? — it was Dana!”

Chelsea grinned at me.

“Anyway, after the sisters had something to eat and got warm by the fire, Donna took them out and they walked all around for hours and hours… but they never found a trace of their little cottage. They couldn’t find anything at all that seemed familiar, or any cookie crumbs on the ground either. That made them sad. At the end of a long day, they went back to Donna’s house with her. She fed them a nice dinner and kept telling the girls they could stay with her and she would take care of them until they found their mommy again. When it was time to go to sleep, Donna told them she had only one bed, and asked if they would mind sleeping in the same bed with her. They said they wouldn’t mind. Julie and Chelsea didn’t have any jammies with them, of course, so Donna let them each wear one of her shirts to sleep in.”

“Or they could sleep naked,” Chelsea suggested.

“Yes, they could have done that. But they didn’t. Not the first night, anyway. The second day after breakfast, they went out and walked around again all day long, but they still didn’t find their cottage. It was the same thing on the third day and the fourth day too. The sisters missed their mommy very much. They felt sad and lonely, although they also felt lucky that they had met Donna and that she was taking such good care of them. They liked her. She was nice and she was pretty and she hugged them and kissed them a lot. But she wasn’t their mommy. She didn’t look like her at all. At night, though, when the girls would get in bed with her to sleep, Donna held them close and they cuddled with her and it felt to Chelsea and Julie almost as if it was their mommy who was holding them. Then on the fifth night, something different happened. Donna said she forgot to do the washing that day and she didn’t have any clean shirts for the girls to wear to bed. They told her that was okay, because at home when they slept in bed with their mommy, they didn’t wear anything at all. They were naked, and their mommy was too.”

I looked down at Chelsea. “Have you heard this story before?” I asked her. “How come you always know what’s going to happen?”

“I don’t know,” she giggled.

“Well, they all agreed it sounded like a good idea to sleep naked, and that’s what they did. And when they hugged and kissed each other that night, it felt even better than it had before, because now there was nothing between them, no shirts or anything in the way, just warm skin on warm skin. They would always kiss at night before they went to sleep, but on this night they kept kissing much longer than before, just because it felt so nice. And then Donna did something else. She took one of her hands and put it down between Julie’s legs and she took her other hand and put it between Chelsea’s legs…”

As I said this, I took Chelsea’s hand in mine and placed it between my legs, pressing her fingers against my pussy. I put my other hand between her legs, cupping her warm little vulva. I knew this was a step way beyond where we’d gone before. But I didn’t feel nervous about it at all. Just very, very excited.

The little girl looked at me, her eyes wide as I continued telling the story, leaving our hands over our pussies. My mouth was close to hers, and my voice was low.

“Chelsea liked the way it felt that night in Donna’s bed. She liked having Donna touch her that way. Then Donna said to Chelsea, ‘Do you know what this is that I’m touching?’ Chelsea said she didn’t know. So Donna told her, ‘These are your other lips, your pussy lips. And just like I can kiss these lips here,’ Donna gave Chelsea a little kiss on the mouth” (I gave the real Chelsea a kiss too) “and said, ‘Just like I can kiss these lips, I can also kiss your other lips, your pussy lips. Would you like that?’ Chelsea told Donna she would like that. Donna turned and asked Julie the same question, and Julie said she also would like to have Donna kiss her pussy lips. So they pushed down the covers and Donna got between Chelsea’s legs and gave her a nice sweet kiss right on her pussy lips. Then she did the same thing with Julie, kissing her pussy lips. And what do you think happened next?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, Donna looked at them, at the two sisters, in a funny sort of way. She frowned and she said ‘I… I remember something now… an evil magician who came here one day, and… oh, it was awful, he wanted to take me away, make me go with him… but I wouldn’t, I fought him… I cried and said I had to stay and wait for… wait for… so then he cast a spell over me… he changed me, and…’ Donna looked closely at the two girls. She said to them, ‘He said I could never break the spell unless… unless…’ Suddenly she seemed to recall something very important. ‘Julie,’ she said, ‘will you please kiss my pussy lips?’ And Donna moved up on the bed until she had her pussy right in front of Julie’s mouth. ‘Please, Julie,’ said Donna, ‘please kiss my lips.’ So Julie did. She closed her eyes and she put her lips on the dark-haired woman’s pussy lips and kissed her. Then Donna turned to Chelsea. She moved over in front of her. Chelsea looked at the woman. She looked at her pussy. There was curly black hair all around it, but she could see the woman’s lips, her pussy lips. And Donna said, ‘Chelsea, will you please kiss my lips?’ Chelsea didn’t know what to do.”

I paused, and then I asked, “What do you think she should do?”

“She should kiss her pussy lips.”

“Why?”

“Because Donna’s nice to them.”

I lifted the child’s hand away from my crotch and took my other hand away from hers. I raised our hands to our mouths. I kissed her fingers, and she followed my lead, kissing my fingers. We looked into each other’s eyes. I kissed her gently on the mouth. Then I went on with the story.

“Well, that’s just what Chelsea did. She closed her eyes and put her face between Donna’s legs, into the middle of all the curly black hair, and she kissed the woman’s pussy lips. And that’s when the magic happened. Those black hairs that were tickling Chelsea’s face suddenly went away. The little girl opened her eyes. She still saw pussy lips but the hair that was there had disappeared. It was all gone and the pussy lips were smooth. She looked up at the woman and — and her hair wasn’t black any more, it was blonde now! Her eyes weren’t dark, they were blue! It wasn’t Donna she was looking at, it was Dana, her mommy! Her mommy was back!!”

Chelsea’s eyes were shining. She had a big smile on her face.

“So that’s what broke the spell cast by the awful evil magician. It took a very special kiss from Julie and from Chelsea, Mommy’s beautiful daughters, on her pussy lips. When they did that, the spell was broken. Mommy was back — and they weren’t in an old house any more, they were in their own cute little cottage. The girls were so happy, so very happy, and so was their mommy. After that, they always slept in the same bed, they always slept naked, and every night they would always kiss each other’s pussy lips before they fell asleep. And they lived happily ever after.”

Chelsea giggled and hugged me tightly. “That was a good story!” she said.

I brought my mouth to hers and we kissed, warmly and wetly. We kissed for several minutes. I knew it was getting late, though, already well past her bedtime. And I also knew that if I stayed with her too much longer I would badly want to kiss her other lips too. That was okay for a fairy tale, perhaps, but I wasn’t so sure Dana would approve of it in real life.

So I told her it was time for her to go to sleep. I asked her if she needed to tinkle and she said she did. We got up and took care of that, and she brushed her teeth too, then I put her back to bed. I gave Chelsea one more long kiss, said goodnight, and left the room, taking my clothes with me.

In the living room, I sat on the sofa, still naked, and thought about what I had just done. Not only had I french-kissed a 7-year-old girl, not only had I told her a very naughty bedtime story about a pair of sisters kissing their mother’s pussy, but I had also put my hand between her legs, and her hand between my legs! I smiled as I thought about it. I smelled my fingers, the ones that had touched her. I couldn’t smell anything special, and I didn’t think she really had been wet, but I licked the fingers anyway, just in case.

Then I put my clothes back on. I decided not to masturbate, partly because it was already past 10:00 o’clock and Dana had said she might come home early that night, but also because I was hoping when she did come home I might get an orgasm another way — from her!

Continue on to Chapter 75

By Naughty Mommy

“Once upon a time…”

I was sitting with 7-year-old Chelsea in her bed. We were both naked. I was telling her a story before she went to sleep.

“Once upon a time there were three little girls. They were sisters and they lived with their mommy in a big house far out in the country. The three girls were very happy with their mommy. They loved her very much and they knew she loved them too. But sometimes they liked to play a funny game, a game where Mommy would pretend to be mad at her daughters and she would chase them all around and they would run away and try to hide from her. One of the girls, the oldest one, was named Julie. She was 12. The middle sister’s name was, um, Emily. She was 9 years old. And the youngest girl, the cutest one of the three, was only 7. She was very pretty. Her name was Chelsea.”

Chelsea wiggled a little beside me, scooting closer, her warm naked body next to mine. She smiled, “I like this story.”

“So, one night when the little girls were playing on the floor in the living room and it was starting to get late, Mommy told her daughters it was time for them to get ready for bed. But the three girls didn’t want to. They were having too much fun playing and they wanted to stay up instead of going to bed. Mommy asked them a second time to go get themselves ready for bed, but they wouldn’t. So then Mommy stood up, putting her hands on her hips, frowning down at them.”

I imitated that posture while sitting in bed. My comical frown made Chelsea laugh.

“‘If you don’t go and get ready for bed right now’, Mommy told them, ‘I will pounce on you and grab you and eat you all up and there will be nothing left of you!’ She leaned over to grab them, and do you know what the three little girls did then?”

Chelsea shook her head, wide-eyed.

“They jumped up and ran away from their mommy and she started chasing them! The little girls were shrieking, screaming, running fast. Their mommy said, ‘I’m going to get you! I’m gonna grab you and eat you all up!’ The three girls quickly ran into their bedrooms, each of them slamming their door behind them. Their hearts were beating very fast.”

I put my hand over my heart, as though feeling how fast it was beating. Chelsea put her hand over her heart too.

“So, big bad Mommy went up to the first bedroom door, where the oldest girl was. Julie was inside her room, behind the door, leaning against it, trying to keep it closed. Then she decided to stack a few pillows against the door, hoping that would keep her angry mommy out so she wouldn’t come in and eat her up. Do you think that would work, putting pillows behind the door? Would that keep Mommy out?”

“Uh-uh,” Chelsea shook her head.

“Big bad Mommy said, ‘If you don’t open this door right now, I’m going to huff and puff and blow the door down — and then I will come in and eat you all up!’ Julie sat back on the floor, waiting to see what would happen. She heard Mommy say, ‘I’m huffing, I’m puffing, I’m blowing your door down!’ And suddenly the door burst open, the pillows flying away. They didn’t stop her at all. That was silly, trying to use pillows to keep her angry mommy out, wasn’t it?” I looked at Chelsea.

“Uh-huh,” she agreed. “Except their mommy wasn’t really mad at them, was she?”

“No, she wasn’t, honey. This was just a fun game that they played.”

“Good.”

“But big bad Mommy jumped on Julie. She grabbed her and tickled her and pretended she was going to eat her all up, but really she was just hugging her and kissing her. Julie laughed and laughed and pretty soon Mommy stopped tickling her so much, and then her mother’s kisses became nice and soft, and Mommy whispered to Julie, ‘Okay, baby girl, you get ready for bed now. I have to go chase after your sisters.’ ‘Okay, Mommy’, said Julie. She kissed her mom one more time and then Julie started taking off her clothes and getting ready for bed. Meanwhile, Mommy went to the next door down the hall, to Emily’s room.”

“This is a good story,” Chelsea said again. I smiled at her and tweaked her little nose, then leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

I continued, “Big bad Mommy went to Emily’s door. It was closed. Behind the door, Emily had piled up some of her dolls and her stuffed animals, thinking that might keep her angry mommy from getting in. Big bad Mommy knocked hard on the door and said, ‘Open up this door! You better open up this door!’ And do you know what Emily said?”

Chelsea grinned, “Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin!”

“That’s right,” I laughed, “except she didn’t say chinny-chin-chin, because she didn’t have any hair on her chin, just like you don’t.”

I tickled Chelsea’s chin. She giggled and scrunched up even closer to me. “Emily didn’t have any hair on her chin, or anywhere else on her body, not even on her little cootchie, her pussy. Do you have any hair on your pussy, Chelsea?”

“No,” she grinned, pushing down the covers to show me.

“I know you don’t, and neither did Emily in this story, or her sisters either. So when the big bad mommy said, ‘Open this door’, Emily said, ‘Not by the hair on the top of my head!’”

Chelsea laughed.

“But Mommy said, ‘Then I will huff and I will puff and I will blow your door down!’ She started pretend huffing and puffing and pushed on the door and of course it came open easy. Those dolls and toys didn’t stop her at all. Mommy jumped on top of Emily and played that game like she was eating her up, but really she was just hugging her daughter and tickling her and kissing her a lot. Emily loved it when her mommy did that. And then next, when Mommy was done with Emily, she went to Chelsea’s room.”

I looked down at the little blonde beside me in the bed. Putting on a big fake frown, my hands on my hips, I growled in sort of a deep voice, “You better open this door!”

Chelsea cried, “Not by the hair on my ch— I mean, not by hair on the top of my head!”

“If you don’t open this door,” I growled, “I will huff and I will puff and I will blow the door down!”

Chelsea giggled and hugged me, squeezing me tight, her face pressing against my naked breast.

“But you know what happened?”

“What?”

“Do you know what Chelsea did?”

“Uh-uh, what?”

“Well, Chelsea was much smarter than her sisters. She didn’t use anything silly like pillows or stuffed animals to try to keep her door from opening. She used a big toy chest she had in her room. It was very heavy, but the little girl was strong enough that she could push it over to her door, right up against it. Maybe that would keep the big bad mommy out! Do you think it would?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you want Chelsea to keep her Mommy out there in the hall, behind the door? Or do you want big bad Mommy to come in and get Chelsea?”

“Um, I don’t know.”

“Do you want Mommy to come in and jump on Chelsea and hug her and kiss her all over and pretend she’s eating her up?”

“Yeah, I do…” she whispered. The child was hugging me, her face on my chest, big blue eyes looking up at me.

In a soft voice, I told her, “So, the big bad mommy huffed and puffed and huffed and puffed and huffed and puffed some more, and then she blew the door down and came in and found her little Chelsea, and she hugged her and kissed her.”

I slid down so I could be closer to the girl. Taking her face in my hands, I whispered, “And while she was kissing her, Mommy took all of Chelsea’s clothes off, so her little girl would be naked. And Mommy hugged her sweet daughter, hugging her and kissing everywhere, kissing her all over. Do you think Chelsea liked that?”

She nodded to me.

I got on top of her in bed, laying my naked body on hers. The tiny child spread her legs. My belly was pressing into her warm crotch. I kissed her and hugged her. Soon we were kissing the way we had the last time I’d babysat for her, tongues inside each other’s mouths, eagerly exploring. I sucked her tongue and she sucked mine. We moaned together, kissing wetly.

After several minutes of this, I pulled away, breathing hard. I looked at the little girl, the 7-year-old blonde I was kissing. Chelsea’s face was flushed, her lips wet. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but I knew I couldn’t do that. What I was doing already with her was way over the line, and yet somehow I wasn’t worried about it. I realized, though, that I could only go so far. For now, anyway.

“Okay, baby,” I whispered, “you should go to sleep now.”

“Okay,” she nodded.

“Let’s get your jammies on.”

“But, can I stay this way tonight? With no jammies? Mommy lets me do that when I sleep in her bed with her.”

“Well, uh…” I was left nearly speechless, dazzled by the vision of little Chelsea sleeping naked with her sexy mom.

Finally I stammered, “Uh, well, I guess, okay, if she does… then I guess so.”

I got slowly out of her bed, feeling feverish with lust. Somehow I managed to think straight enough to ask, “Do you need to tinkle before you go to sleep?”

“Uh-uh.” She turned on her side, facing me, laying her little head on her hands, yawning once, then closing her eyes.

I knelt beside her, softly kissing her cheek. “Okay, goodnight, sweetie.”

“G’night, Miss Julie. Thank you for telling me a story.”

“You’re welcome, precious.” After kissing her cheek once more, I got up, gathered my clothes, and left the room.

I was tempted to stay naked. It felt nice, and I was definitely planning to masturbate anyway, but I decided it might be too much if Dana came home and found me that way. So I put on my socks and my jeans and my sweater, leaving my sneakers off and tucking my bra and panties into my backpack. Then I sat on the sofa and waited about ten minutes, giving Chelsea time to fall asleep.

An hour later, I was exhausted. I’d enjoyed three very strong orgasms, and my hands and the inside of my jeans were soaked. Next time, I told myself, I should put a big towel underneath me so I don’t get my clothes all wet. I really didn’t want to zip my jeans back up when they were so gooey inside, so I took them off and cleaned myself up, then got my panties out of my backpack and put them on. I hung my jeans over a chair in the kitchen, figuring I would put them on again at about 11:30. Hopefully they would be mostly dry by that time.

I looked through the movies Dana had, deciding to watch Legally Blonde. I’d seen it before a few times and liked it.

Dana got home at about 11:45, a few minutes after the movie ended. By then, I had my jeans back on, and they were pretty dry. I wondered, though, if she might still be able to smell my pussy juice. I had made them really wet!

She came in and I got up to greet her. There was that wonderful smile I loved. What a pretty girl she was! Really a woman, of course, at age 27, but Dana was so small and cute, she seemed just like a girl.

She put down her purse and dropped her sweater over it. “Hi, babe. How’d everything go?” she asked.

“Fine, no problems. Your daughter is an angel.”

Dana took my face in her hands. “So are you,” she said gently, looking into my eyes.

And then she kissed me. It was a soft kiss, no tongue or anything, but she held it a long time. She kissed me once, and then she kissed me again, a little harder. My tummy was fluttering with excitement.

When she finally pulled away, Dana seemed embarrassed.

“Sorry,” she giggled. “I couldn’t help it. It’s like, you know, kissing a pretty girl can be really nice at times.”

“I know,” I told her. “I like it too.”

“You do?” Her eyebrows went up.

“Mm-hm,” I nodded. “But, can I tell you something?”

“Sure, honey. Let’s sit down for a minute, okay?” Holding my hand, Dana led me to the small sofa. We sat next to each other.

“Would you like something to drink?” she asked.

“No, I’m okay. But thank you.”

“I want to get some wine before we talk. Is that all right? Do you have time to stay for a little while?”

“Sure, it’s fine.”

She got up and returned a minute later with a glass of white wine. As she sat, she smoothed her dress over her thighs, actually tugging it up some when she crossed her legs. She smiled at me. “So, what did you want to tell me?”

“Well, um,” I swallowed, “when I, when I was putting Chelsea to bed, both this time and last time too, when I gave her a kiss, a goodnight kiss, I mean, she, um, the way she kissed me, well, you know, it was…” I trailed off.

“I know what you mean.” Dana patted my knee reassuringly. She left her hand there. She didn’t say anything else, just looked into my eyes.

“And I…” I went on, “I mean, she told me that, that she learned how to kiss that way, from you.”

“That’s right, she did,” the woman nodded. She didn’t seem a bit embarrassed about admitting that.

“Oh, okay. Well, I just wanted you to know. I mean, I wanted you to know that I knew about it, and that, that I think it’s okay. That it’s fine.” I felt sort of silly telling her it was fine, as if I was in any position to give her parenting advice. But that’s what I said. Then I added, “I hope you don’t mind my saying that.”

“No, of course not, honey,” she patted my leg again, her hand moving up to my thigh. “We’re friends, and you can tell me anything.”

“Good,” I smiled. “But, um, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, sweetie.” She took a big drink of her wine, then gave me that magnificent smile again.

“Well, uh…”

Then I surprised myself. I was thinking I would ask her why she taught her daughter to kiss that way, or when they had started or something like that, but I didn’t. Instead I suddenly leaned in and kissed Dana. I brought my face up close and put my lips on hers. I opened my mouth and teased her lips with my tongue. She opened her mouth too and we kissed deliciously and wetly.

At length I ended the kiss and drew my face back. She was smiling at me.

“Sorry,” I joked, “I couldn’t help it.”

We laughed together. Then she asked, “Does your mom know you kiss girls that way?”

“Uh-huh. She, um… she, like, taught me to do it that way.”

“Oh, I see,” she grinned. “So, I guess I’m not the only one.”

“No, I don’t think so,” I smiled. “I think maybe lots of other moms do that.”

“Maybe.”

We sat for a minute, just looking at each other. She took another drink of wine. I wondered if we would kiss again or possibly do something more.

But then she said, “Could you come back tomorrow night, Julie? And babysit for Chelsea again? I, there’s something I need to do. I won’t be gone that long, though. Can you?”

“Yeah, I could,” I told her. “Sure. What time?”

“Uh, why don’t you come over about 8:00… and like I said, I won’t be gone long, I’ll be back by around 9:30. But maybe you can stay a little while after that so you and I can talk some more, like we did tonight, okay?”

The look in her eyes when she said ‘talk’ made me sure she intended more than that. My pussy tingled. “Okay, that’s fine, 8 o’clock,” I nodded.

I was thinking to myself that this meant I wouldn’t have a chance for Saturday evening fun with my mom and Kate, unless we did something late at night — but on the other hand, it could mean a new kind of fun with Chelsea and Dana. Who knew what might happen?

“Good.” She patted my leg once more, her small hand moving even higher up my thigh. She gave me a little squeeze there and then leaned in for another kiss. This one was short and soft, with her mouth closed, but very sweet and promising. My pussy throbbed. I knew it had to be soaking wet again.

After the kiss, Dana took a final swig of her wine, emptying the glass. Then she stood up. She went to her purse and took out $60.

“I really wish I could give you more,” she said as she handed the cash to me. Her look was so plaintive, so yearning for approval it almost broke my heart.

I hugged her. “It’s okay. It’s plenty. But you don’t have to give me anything if you can’t afford it. I mean that, I’ll take care of her for nothing.”

“Oh, honey, you’re so sweet.” We were still hugging. She rubbed my bottom. It felt nice.

Dana held me out at arm’s length. “You take the money,” she said softly. “You’ve earned it. And I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“Okay.”

I called my mom and ten minutes later she was there to take me home. As we were driving, I said, “Dana asked if I could sit for her again tomorrow night, at 8 o’clock. I said I could. Is that all right?”

“Sure, it’s fine, sweetheart,” my mother smiled. “I didn’t have any special plans. Do you like working for her?”

“Yeah, um, she’s really nice. And really pretty too.”

“Yes, she is. Has she kissed you yet?”

I looked at my mom, surprised by the question.

She chuckled, “It’s perfectly obvious to me, honey. Of course she wants to kiss you. And why wouldn’t she? You’re a very sexy and desirable girl.”

“I am?”

“Yes, you are. I see women all the time looking at you, admiring you. Men too, of course.”

“Yuck.”

That made her laugh.

As we pulled into the garage and she shut off the engine, Mommy said, “It’s late, but maybe we can see if Katie is still awake and wants to play around with us for a while. Would you like that?”

“Yeah, I would,” I smiled.

So, we went upstairs and into my sister’s room. She was still awake, listening to Tatu with her headphones on and looking at a sports magazine, a special issue on female athletes. When she saw us, she took off the headphones, giving us a big smile.

The three of us then went to our mother’s bedroom where we pleasured each other’s bodies with our mouths and tongues and fingers until almost 2:00 in the morning. Finally, after we’d all enjoyed several tremendous orgasms, Mommy told us we needed to get some sleep. But she let us stay in her bed.

I was as happy as I could be, cuddling close to my wonderful mom, her warm naked body next to mine, our skin still slightly damp from all our exertions, our pussies still tingling. My sister was snuggled up on the other side, that little chipmunk face I adored smiling at me just before I fell asleep.

* * *

When I arrived at Dana’s apartment the next evening, I found her wearing shorts and a t-shirt. She wasn’t really dressed to go out. Of course, what she’d told me the night before was that she had ‘something’ she needed to do and wouldn’t be gone long, so apparently it wasn’t a date or anything.

Anyway, I went inside and Chelsea came running out to greet me. I picked her up, giving her a big hug and getting a nice long kiss on the lips from her. Dana kissed me too, on the mouth, while I was still holding Chelsea. That was arousing.

Dana got her stuff together, leaving a few minutes later, saying she probably would be back within an hour and that I shouldn’t worry about getting Chelsea ready for bed. She would take care of that herself. As she went out the door, she gave me another sweet kiss.

Since it didn’t seem like Dana would be gone for very long, I decided not to try anything racy with her daughter that night. There would be plenty of other opportunities for that, I hoped. Chelsea took me to her room where she had her dolls and stuffed animals arrayed in a big circle on the floor. She said they were in school and she was the teacher. We played that game happily until her mom got home.

* * *

“I’ve got treats for you!” Dana sang out as she came through the door. Chelsea ran to see what she’d brought, and I followed.

It was ice cream sundaes for each of us. Actually, not ice cream, but frozen yogurt from TCBY. They were delicious. We sat together around their little kitchen table, gobbling up the treats, smiling and giggling at each other.

When we were finished, I got up and said, “Thank you very much for the sundae, Dana. It was really good. I’ll call my mom now.”

“No, um, well,” Dana began, “if it’s all right, honey, I was thinking maybe you could stay a little longer. You could help me, you know, get Chelsea ready for bed. I’ll pay you for it, of course.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I told her. “I’m glad to stay and help, but you don’t have to pay me anything for it. I like being with you guys.”

“Good.” She got to her feet, flashing that radiant smile, and gave me a warm hug.

We went to Chelsea’s room. I helped pick up the dolls and things and put them back where they belonged. I expected the next thing after that would be to put Chelsea’s jammies on her, or maybe take her in to brush her teeth. But instead, Dana said, “Do you want to sleep in Mommy’s bed tonight, baby?”

“Yeah, I do!” The little girl bounced excitedly up and down.

“Okay, let’s go in there.”

Like the other rooms in the apartment, Dana’s bedroom was tiny and cramped. A chest of drawers, a small vanity and a double bed pretty much filled the space.

I stood and watched as Dana sat on the bed with her daughter and started taking off her clothes. The child was wearing a lavender long-sleeved turtleneck, tight-fitting, and a ruffle skirt, the same one she’d had on the night before. I’d noticed while we were playing that the turtleneck was thin enough and tight enough to let me see the points of the 7-year-old’s tiny nipples. I liked that.

Dana pulled the shirt over Chelsea’s head. Now I could see her bare chest again. So nice and flat and smooth. Chelsea lay on her back, allowing her mom to pull off the skirt and her white panties too. Dana leaned over and kissed her little girl, lying naked on the bed. It made my pussy tingle to see them kissing that way.

Then she asked, “Would you like Miss Julie to give you a goodnight kiss now?”

“Yes please,” Chelsea nodded, looking up at me.

Suddenly I was feeling very nervous. Dana knew I had kissed Chelsea before, that I had kissed her using my tongue, because I’d told her about it. But it was one thing to talk about it in the abstract, and another thing to do it right in front of her! Maybe, though, this one would be just a normal goodnight kiss. A nice kiss on the lips from the little girl, but nothing else. Maybe that’s all it would be.

It wasn’t.

As I leaned over, the naked young blonde put her arms around me and pulled my mouth to hers. Her lips parted. Mine did too. We kissed as wetly and sensually as we had before. I heard myself moaning as I sucked on her tongue and I could hear her moaning too. But someone else was moaning as well. It was Dana.

When I ended the kiss. I pulled away and looked at Chelsea’s mom. Her face was flushed. She was breathing hard and licking her lips. She looked very turned on.

“Okay, uh…” Dana began in a hoarse voice. “I… I need to talk with Miss Julie for a few minutes, and then I’ll come and get in bed with you. All right, little baby?”

“Okay, Mommy.”

I stood up, watching as the nude 7-year-old girl climbed under the covers.

“G’night, Miss Julie,” Chelsea smiled. “Thank you for playing with me.”

“Goodnight, honey,” I said, blowing her another kiss. “Sleep tight.”

Dana and I went out, leaving the door open just a crack. In the living room, we sat down on the sofa side by side, not saying anything for half a minute or so. She seemed to be trying to regain her composure.

Finally, in a soft voice, she said, “Julie, you and and I are friends, right?”

“Yeah, I guess. I mean, I hope so.” That seemed like a dumb response, but it was what I said.

“Do you think it’s bad that I taught her to kiss that way?” Her head was down, looking at her hands in her lap.

“No, um, like I said before, I think it’s fine. And, well, you know, my mom kisses me that way too sometimes.”

“Does she?” The woman looked up at me.

“Yeah, um, I mean, maybe I shouldn’t tell you that, but, but if we’re friends, and you don’t tell anyone else…”

“No, of course, I wouldn’t.” She turned quickly to me, taking my hands in hers, gazing earnestly into my eyes.

I looked at her face, at her beautiful blue eyes, her full red lips. My heart was pounding. I wanted to kiss her, and do more than just kiss her. I wanted to make love with her, go into her bedroom, get in bed with Chelsea, and make love with both of them at the same time!

We looked at each other a moment longer, the air between us crackling with electric tension.

Dana licked her lips. She was breathing hard again. Shaking her head slightly, she said, “I… I never knew how it would feel to see her kiss another girl, like, like the way she was kissing you just now. I’m sorry, I hope it doesn’t upset you, Julie, but I, I have to say, it got me really excited. Do you think that’s bad?”

Part of me wondered why a 27-year-old woman would be asking a 12-year-old girl for advice on morals. I didn’t think I was any kind of an expert.

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I, no, I mean, it’s not bad. You can’t help it if it gets you excited. And I don’t think it’s wrong anyway. If a mom and girl love each other, then, you know, why not?”

That didn’t sound very brilliant to me, but it did appear to make her feel better. She smiled at me, squeezing my hands. “Thank you. You are a good friend.”

We didn’t kiss again. Not right then. Dana took a deep breath and let it out. Then she got up from the sofa. “Could you come back again next Friday? And babysit? Would that be all right?”

I got up too. “Yeah, um, I think so. Sure.”

“Good, I’ll call you later this week and let you know what time.”

“Okay. I’ll call my mom now.”

* * *

I was home by about 10:15. Kate was still up, of course. Mommy took us to her bedroom where we got undressed and watched some lesbian porn on her laptop and then started making love.

It was so awesome. All three of us now could do everything we wanted with each other. We had fingers in pussies and tongues on clits and mouths sucking nipples. We came on each other’s faces, we came in each other’s mouths, and we came pussy to pussy, fucking each other.

After a couple of hours, Mommy went to get Molly. She brought her to us totally naked this time. My baby sister sucked on our nipples, going from one to the other, crawling across our nude bodies as the three of us lay side by side on the bed. We masturbated and she sucked our tits, and after we’d each had at least one more orgasm, our mother finally turned out the light and we fell asleep that way.

This was the first time all four of us had slept in the same bed. It was a little crowded, but I didn’t mind at all being so close to my mom and to my sisters, all of us naked together, such a happy little family.

Continue on to Chapter 74

By Naughty Mommy

When I woke up the next morning, Sunday morning, I was already wet.

I’d been having a super sexy dream about being together with a lot of little girls, all of them naked, all of them kissing me and touching me. In my dream the girls kept changing from some of the ones I’d met in Vermont to some of the kids who’d been at Molly’s sleepover. Chelsea was in the dream part of the time too, kissing me with her tongue the way she had that night when I was babysitting for her.

After quickly getting up and going to the bathroom, I got back in bed and started rubbing myself, remembering the dream and the deliciously dirty things it contained. I thought about all the cute girls at the slumber party and the way my mom and I had fantasized about having sex with them. I thought about how amazing it had been to lick the little girls, the youngest ones, during the orgy and how nice it felt to have them lick me. I thought some more about Chelsea and her pretty mother, Dana, and I wondered if anything else would ever happen with them.

I actually ended up thinking more than masturbating that morning. I rubbed my pussy for a while, and it felt great, of course, but I didn’t quite reach a climax. That was okay, I’d had plenty the night before with my mom and Kate!

A few minutes later, while I was taking a shower, I started thinking about something else. I remembered a conversation I’d had with myself while we were on our trip, how I’d pondered what it meant to be in a romantic relationship with my mother and yet at the same time to have desires for other girls and women, including my sisters, and sometimes to act on those desires.

If I had sex with others, and my mom did too, what did that mean in terms of our commitment to each other? I’d intended to talk with my mother about it, but hadn’t yet had the chance. Today seemed like a good day to do that.

It was April now, and getting warmer outside. I put on a pair of shorts and tennis shoes and a little sleeveless blouse without a bra. Then I went downstairs for breakfast.

I found Mommy and Molly in the kitchen. Mom was drinking coffee and looking at the newspaper, and Molly was eating a bowl of cereal. I got some cereal myself and sat down with them.

“Hey, sugar,” my mother leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Would you like me to make you anything else?”

“No, this is fine.”

“Are you sure? Do you want some toast? Maybe an English muffin?”

“Um, okay, toast would be good, I guess.”

She fixed me a piece of toast while Molly and I talked about horses. I wasn’t very interested in horses, but since my mom had started taking Molly riding a few times, that had become my little sister’s newest fascination.

About the time I finished eating, Kate came into the kitchen. She looked a bit tired but very happy. Mommy gave her a big squeeze and a long kiss on the lips. I liked seeing them that way, so close, hugging and kissing each other. It made my pussy feel warm inside.

A half hour later, after I’d helped my mom clean up the breakfast dishes, I asked her if she and I could go on a walk together that day.

“Sure,” she said. “I was planning to go to the gym with Katie this afternoon, after lunch. But we can take a walk now if you want to.”

My mother liked going for long walks around our neighborhood for exercise on the weekends, and sometimes she would jog too. Often when she walked, she would take one of us girls with her. It was a good opportunity for uninterrupted conversations. Occasionally all three of us would walk with her, but usually just one at a time. That way Mommy could spend private time with each of us, finding out what was going on inside our heads and in our lives.

We strolled along together, holding hands. “Was there something you wanted to talk about, little girl?” she asked.

“Yeah, there was.”

I waited a minute before continuing, trying to figure out exactly what it was I wanted to say. My mom didn’t interrupt, giving me time to think.

“Mommy, would you say that you and me are, like, in a relationship now?”

“What do you mean by a relationship?”

“Well, I mean, do we have sort of a connection, um, a commitment? I mean, not only mother and daughter, and not just like lovers, you know, someone to have sex with, but really in a committed relationship. Like girlfriends, or maybe even more than that, I guess.”

“Why do you ask?”

“Because I was thinking about what it means if I’m in a relationship with you, like a committed partnership or something, but at the same time I also want to have sex with other girls. And I do have sex with them, like with Kate last night. Or with all the girls and their moms in Vermont. But if I’m supposed to be committed to you, romantically, and if you are to me, what does it mean when we have sex with other girls? Is that okay?”

She squeezed my hand as we walked.

“Those are very good questions, Julie. That’s one of the things I love about you, that you think carefully about things, you work them over in your mind, and then you’re able to formulate questions that will really make me think. I appreciate that.”

“You’re welcome, I guess,” I grinned.

“But before I give you my answer, I’d like you to give me yours first. What do you think it means if you and I are committed to each other romantically, and yet we also have other partners sometimes, sexual partners?”

“Um…”

I thought again. Then I said, “Maybe it means we both know that each other comes first. That you and me are sort of, like, at a higher level or something with each other, but we also know it’s fine for us to be with other girls if we want to, just for fun. Or maybe even more than fun sometimes, because with Kate, or if I was with Molly, it’s about love, too, and not only sex.”

We stopped walking. My mother turned and faced me, taking both of my hands in hers. We were standing beside a tall hedge on a quiet street in our residential neighborhood. There were houses nearby, but no one was outside.

Mommy raised my hands to her mouth, kissing my fingers. Then she leaned in and kissed me very gently on the lips. She didn’t say anything, but gazed steadily into my eyes.

“What was that kiss for?” I asked in a soft voice.

“Because I love you.” My mother took a deep breath. She was trembling slightly, her voice quavering. “Because I am the luckiest woman in the world, and the happiest.”

I could see tears glistening in her eyes. I smiled at her.

She leaned in and kissed me again, but this time the kiss lasted a little longer, her lips lingering moistly and warmly on my mouth. Then she seemed to realize where we were. She pulled back, straightened up, and winked at me. We resumed our walk.

After clearing her throat. Mommy said, “When you mentioned that with Kate and with Molly it’s about love and not just sex, that really touched me, honey. It’s how I feel too. I love sex, I love girls and women. I can never get enough of fucking hot women like Carla or cute girls like Danni. But when I’m with someone I deeply love, like you and Kate, and maybe soon with Molly” — she squeezed my hand — “then the connection is even deeper, even better.”

I looked up at her and nodded, loving her.

We were quiet for a while after that, just walking together, enjoying the spring day. The air was warm, birds were singing, I smelled new-mown grass. I was very happy.

“So, what do you think?” she finally asked. “Have we answered your question? About the meaning of our commitment?”

“Yeah, I think so. Except, is it, like, for a long time? Are we, you and me, is this permanent?”

Her smile broadened. We were walking along fairly fast. My mother had her shoulders back, her chest held out. She was wearing a bra beneath her tight-fitting shirt, but it did nothing to conceal her erect nipples.

“I really hope it is permanent, honey. I hope you and I will always be as we are now, lovers in love, committed to each other romantically while also enjoying the pleasures around us. How does that sound to you?”

“It sounds great.”

When we got home, Mommy told Kate that she had forgotten she needed a few things from the store for lunch. She asked my sister if she would mind running down to the shopping center that was about ten minutes away, and suggested she take Molly with her since it was such a nice day outside. She gave her a list and a little money.

I think Kate knew what was up. She leered at me, sticking her tongue out suggestively. But she happily took Molly with her and they went off together on the errand.

That gave us a half hour or so.

We went quickly up to my bedroom. My mother pulled down my shorts and panties, removing them, tossing them aside. She left my blouse on and my shoes and socks too. Sitting me on the bed, she knelt in front of me, pushed my thighs apart, and began licking me. I settled back, closing my eyes, enjoying the delicious pleasure of having my lover, my mom, lick and suck my pussy.

* * *

Dana Frederiksen called on Tuesday night, making sure I was still available to sit for Chelsea on Friday. I told her I was and that I was looking forward to it, which was definitely true. Would I get to kiss little Chelsea that way again? Would her mom give me a nice hug and kiss like she had before? I couldn’t wait to find out!

Mommy drove me over there at 7:00. She walked me up to the door but said she wasn’t planning to go inside. Dana insisted, however, practically dragging her in, and then bringing a glass of wine for her and some juice for me. Chelsea came running out from her bedroom this time to greet me.

“Hi, Miss Julie!” She leaped into my arms, giving me a tight hug. Then she sat on my lap and we listened while the adults chatted.

Dana and my mom talked for about fifteen minutes, drinking their wine. Mostly they were discussing Dana’s job, how it was sort of dead end and what else she might like to do and what sort of training and stuff she would need to improve her situation.

Chelsea was full of energy, bouncing on my lap, rubbing her warm little body against mine. She was in a short ruffle skirt that pulled up as she wiggled on me, letting all three of us see her pink panties. It was making me wet.

My mother left and Dana got ready to go. In the flat shoes she had on that night, she was a couple inches shorter than me. I noticed she was wearing less makeup too, making her appear even younger than she already looked. She was in a girly A-line dress that came to about mid-thigh. It was loose-fitting and low-cut, showing quite a lot of her nearly flat chest. The whole outfit made her seem like she was about 11 years old. An extremely seductive 11 years old.

We walked Dana to the door. She picked up her daughter and they shared a long kiss. Just lips on lips, no tongue, but a much longer kiss than you would ever expect between mother and daughter. Now I was really getting wet!

Dana gave me a nice kiss too before she left. A kiss right on the lips, same as the last time. I’d never received anything like that from Elaine Gallagher. Not that I especially wanted Elaine to kiss me since she didn’t turn me on the way Dana did, but it was interesting.

“Bye, honey,” said the cute blonde as she patted my cheek, “I’ll be home around midnight or so, I think.”

‘Home’, she said to me, almost as if I lived with her. The woman sure seemed to like me a lot, and I liked her too. Where would it all lead?

The door closed behind her and I stood there for a minute, holding Chelsea’s hand. I could still smell Dana’s perfume, could feel the tingle of her lips kissing mine, the warmth of her caress on my cheek. And now I could spend a couple of hours fooling around with her 7-year-old daughter. Ooh, what a lucky girl I was!

Between the effects of having Chelsea bounce on my lap, letting us see her panties, and the alluring way Dana was dressed that night and how she’d kissed her little girl and kissed me too, I was feeling extremely aroused. I wanted to masturbate and give myself an orgasm, but I couldn’t very well do that until after Chelsea was in bed asleep. So instead I decided to take things to another level.

When I’d sat for Chelsea the time before, I hadn’t really done anything naughty with her. This time would be different.

“You want to play dress up?” I asked her. “Want to try on some big girl clothes?”

“Okay!”

We went to her mother’s bedroom. I looked through the chest of drawers, picking out several pairs of sexy panties and some little bras too. Dana’s bras were about the same size as mine, probably an AA-cup. We found a couple of mini-skirts in another drawer, and some tiny crop tops as well. From her closet we got a few pairs of high heels. Then we took the things to Chelsea’s room.

“Which ones do you want to try first?” I asked her.

The 7-year-old picked up a pair of lacy red hipster undies, very brief and mostly sheer. “I like these.”

“Okay. Those would look nice on you,” I told her. “Show me the skirts you have. Do you have any little mini-skirts? Maybe red or black?”

“Sure!” She opened up a drawer, pulling out half a dozen tiny skirts.

The red skirt she showed me was too long for the effect I was going for, and she didn’t own a black skirt. But I found another that seemed just right, fairly tight-fitting and very short. It was light gray.

“And now for a top to go with it, how about this?” I held up one of Dana’s crop tops. It was red and white, and extremely brief. I couldn’t imagine her ever wearing it out of the house, but who knows, maybe she did.

Chelsea liked what we’d selected. She sat on the carpet and excitedly began undressing, pulling off her tennis shoes and her little socks. As I’d hoped, she didn’t seem a bit concerned about modesty. I helped her tug her tight-fitting shirt up over her head and off, leaving her chest bare. Then she stood and pulled down the ruffle skirt she was wearing, which had a simple elastic waistband, and lastly her pink panties. Now she was naked.

Her clothes were in a pile on the floor. Next to them stood an exceptionally beautiful young girl, all smooth white skin with not a trace of hair anywhere except for the sandy blonde curls that framed her adorable face. Those big blue eyes, long eyelashes, her pouty pink lips — actually two pairs of pouty lips. Oh my god, so desirable.

She stepped into the red panties, pulling them up. The child was short like her mom and had no hips at all, of course, so the undies didn’t fit her as snugly as they would fit Dana, but they looked great on her. She turned and showed me the back, her little cheeks peeking out.

Chelsea gazed at her reflection in the mirror on her closet door. “I like these,” she said again, fingering the lace trim. I squeezed my thighs together, stimulating my clit as I studied the girl.

Next she put on the crop top, and then the gray mini-skirt I’d chosen. The final touch was a pair of her mother’s black pumps with three-inch heels. Dana’s shoes were such a small size I didn’t think I could wear them, but Chelsea could. She actually seemed quite comfortable in them, as if she must have played this game before, parading around in her mom’s high heels.

“How about you, Miss Julie?” she asked. “What are you gonna wear?”

“Oh, uh, you want me to try something on too?”

“Yeah, I do!”

“Okay, well…” I sorted through the things we’d brought in, picking out a baby blue panty and bra set, very thin and delicate.

“Let me put these on first,” I said to Chelsea, “and then we’ll see if we can find one of your mom’s dresses that would look good on me. Okay?”

She nodded happily, waiting for me to undress. I was wearing jeans and a loose pink V-neck sweater over my bra and panties, which were both white. I’d already taken off my sneakers, leaving them in the living room. While sitting on the floor, I pulled off my socks and my sweater, tossing them on Chelsea’s bed. Then I stood and opened my jeans, pulling them down and off.

Next would be my bra and then my panties. I wondered what Chelsea would do, what she would think, how she might react to seeing her babysitter, a 12-year-old girl, getting naked in front of her.

She had almost no reaction at first, outwardly, at least. I took off my bra and put it on the bed, then pulled down my undies and stepped out of them. The crotch was very wet. Because my panties were white, the moisture wasn’t all that obvious, but if you knew what you were looking for it was plain enough to see. When I laid the undies on the bed, I made sure to leave the crotch and the wet spot exposed, hoping Chelsea might say something to me about it. But she didn’t.

She did say something else, though.

“You don’t have any hair yet,” she commented, pointing at my crotch.

“Um, well, yeah, I do, sort of, a little anyway.” I could feel that I was blushing, but I smiled at the little girl, trying to be nonchalant. “Except I shaved it off.”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh.”

“How come?”

“Um, uh, well… I guess I just like how it looks this way.”

“Mommy shaves hers too. She does it when we take a bath. After I get out she shaves, like, under her arms and then her legs and then, and then that part too.” She pointed to my crotch again.

“This is called your pussy,” I told her. “Does your mommy ever call hers that?”

“No. She calls it her cootchie. But I like pussy,” she smiled, “that’s a nice word.”

We stood for a moment. Chelsea looked at me, at my shaved pussy, and then up at my breasts with their puffy pink nipples. She licked her lips.

I was so wet by now I was almost sure she could see it, or maybe even smell it. Again, I tried to act like it was no big deal, though. I picked up the baby blue undies I’d left on the floor and stepped into them. As I pulled them up, I realized that they definitely were going to get stained by my juices. Eventually they would dry, of course, but a mark might still be visible. Would Dana notice?

After the panties were on, I slipped into the little bra, asking Chelsea to hook it for me in the back. I could have done it myself, but I wanted her involvement. I wanted her to be close to me. Then we went back into her mother’s room to find a dress for me to wear.

We chose a short sleeveless royal blue dress, glittering with sequins. It looked like something a stripper might wear. In fact, a lot of the dresses and things Dana had looked that way. I started wondering what that could mean.

Standing in front of the mirror in Dana’s bedroom, I tried on the dress. Chelsea zipped it up for me. The dress was stretchy, super tight, and exceedingly short, barely covering my bottom. I’d found a pair of backless heels in the closet, like slippers, that I could fit into, and I put those on too. The final effect was electric. I’d never seen myself looking quite so aggressively sexy, not even in the garter and stockings I’d modeled at Victoria’s Secret one night.

I loved how I looked, and how it made me feel. I kept turning back and forth, staring at my reflection. Chelsea came and stood next to me. We held hands, and then we began to strike a series of provocative poses.

Gradually our poses became more and more explicit, bending over and pulling up hems to show our behinds, lifting a knee to reveal our crotches, arching our backs and licking our lips… soon we were grabbing each other, pressing our bodies together, both of us looking into the mirror to admire the erotic images we created.

What did Chelsea think of all this? Was it just a game for her? A bit of naughty fun that really didn’t mean much? Or was it possible she was becoming as aroused by what she saw in the mirror as I was?

As I thought about that, I realized that Chelsea’s suggestive poses seemed to come easily to her, as if she had been trained to do them and had quite a bit of practice at it. It reminded me of the way she walked so comfortably in the high heels, certainly as well as I could, if not better.

I just kept getting wetter and wetter. A few times as we were posing I’d been able to see a dark spot in the center of the blue undies I was wearing. A big dark spot. I wondered if Chelsea had noticed that too. If she did, she didn’t say anything.

“What do you want to do now?” I asked, as we ran out of poses to try. “Maybe put on some different outfits?”

She shook her head. “Uh-uh. I want you to tell me a story.”

“Oh, okay. You mean read you a story?”

“No, I mean just tell me one. Not read it.”

“All right, I guess I can do that. But, um…”

I looked at the clock radio on Dana’s bedside table. It was nearly 8:30. “Let’s get you ready for bed first, okay? Then I’ll get in bed with you and I’ll tell you a nice long story before you go to sleep. How’s that sound?”

“Good!”

So, we took off our sexy clothes and put everything back where we’d gotten it. The wet spot in the undies I’d been wearing was very noticeable. Again, Chelsea didn’t comment on it, if she even saw it. But I wondered what Dana might think if she took the panties from her drawer later and detected the stain I’d left in them. Would she have any notion where it could have come from?

I suggested to Chelsea that it would be fun to leave our clothes off and get into bed together naked. I would tell her the story that way, and when she was ready for sleep, she could put on some jammies. She liked that idea.

She brushed her teeth and we got in bed. We were sitting side by side, propped up on her pillows, a naked 12-year-old and a naked 7-year-old with the covers at our waists. I knew I was taking a chance, definitely pushing the envelope, but at the same time I was completely confident that Dana would not be upset by this were she to learn about it. I don’t know how I knew that, but I did.

I looked at Chelsea for a minute before beginning my story. She was so pretty, such a lovely little blonde girl, all sweetness and purity and yet with an unmistakable air of worldliness and experience about her. Quite the combination.

Then I compared our chests. My breasts were still small, of course (as they are today; I got stuck with the smallest tits in the family, only an A cup), and Chelsea had nothing at all but flat pink nipples. Not even any puffiness there yet. She saw me looking at her and she looked at my little boobies too. She didn’t say anything, just smiled up at me.

“Okay,” I began, “let me tell you a story.”

Continue on to Chapter 73

By Naughty Mommy

In this chapter, I’m going to do the same thing, continue telling the story of that wonderful night using my mom’s words and my sister’s too, in addition to my own.

You will remember that I was on top of my sister Kate, in a ‘69’ position. She licked me and Mommy fucked me with her finger, and I had a very loud orgasm. That’s where we were.

Okay, here we go…

SUZANNE:

Now I was masturbating again. After Julie finished climaxing, I stood up, removing my finger from her pussy and putting it in my mouth, tasting her. Immediately I saw her bury her face in her sister’s crotch, licking and sucking her — and Katie responded eagerly to her, crying out, throwing her legs open, begging Julie to make her come.

I wanted to come too. I rubbed my clit and slid a finger up inside my cunt, excitedly masturbating as I stood naked in our family room and watched my pre-teen daughters having lesbian sex.

KATE:

It took a little while for me to cum. Julie was licking me really nicely and it felt so great, so awesome, and I wanted it to happen it right away. But I was kind of nervous too, since this was only my first time. I tried to close my eyes and not think too much about it, just feel everything.

Then I heard Mommy saying stuff like, “Lick her pussy! Lick your sister’s pussy!”

I opened my eyes and looked at her. She had stood up and was watching Julie lick me. She was masturbating too, rubbing her own pussy and talking to herself the way she does when she gets really excited. I had thought that maybe closing my eyes would help me relax and cum faster, but what really did it for me was seeing my mom that way, so totally turned on, fucking her cunt with her fingers while she looked at me and Julie having sex.

JULIE:

It didn’t seem to me that it took Katie very long. But I don’t know, I was just so into it, shoving my mouth and my tongue and my face into her little pussy, licking her everywhere, sucking her, tasting her, putting my finger inside her too. I was going crazy on her. Sometimes I could take things slower when I wanted to, but right then I was rabid with lust. I couldn’t slow down. I had to suck her and lick her and fuck her and make her come!

SUZANNE:

Seeing Julie lose herself that way was tremendously exciting. Often she could be very controlled, composed, self-contained — but in that moment it seemed she had fully abandoned herself to her desires, and it was intensely arousing for me to watch her attack her sister’s pussy with her mouth and fingers.

JULIE:

When Katie came, I was so happy! It was something I had wanted for the longest time. We had masturbated together on many occasions, of course, and I had watched her climax, and I’d even brought her with my hand a couple of times.

But now to have my face right there between her legs, to be sucking her clit, seeing my finger pumping in and out of her vagina, and to feel her shuddering beneath me, hearing her squeal, knowing that she was having an orgasm and that I had given it to her, that I had licked my little sister’s cunt and sucked her clit and made her come, that was just the greatest.

KATE:

Man, it was so hot having Julie lick me and watching my mom masturbate at the same time. When I heard all the stuff Mommy was saying and I saw how turned on she was and I knew she was really excited because she got to see her own daughters having sex in front of her, then I let go. Maybe it’s also because I still thought what we were doing was bad in a way, that it was wrong or something, and that made it seem even hotter to me. Anyway, I had this totally awesome cum in Julie’s mouth. We’ve done it a whole lot of times since then, but I’ll always remember our first time. I love my sister so much.

SUZANNE:

Both of my girls had climaxed and now I was too. As I watched Kate reach orgasm with Julie feverishly licking her, I brought myself as well. I can’t remember what I said, or if I said anything, but Kate seems to think I did and she’s probably right. When I get that way, so wildly excited, sometimes all those dirty words just come pouring out of my mouth. I can’t help it!

JULIE:

Mommy didn’t let us rest at all. As soon as Kate finished coming in my mouth, and after she’d had her own orgasm too, masturbating while she watched us, she quickly got my sister and me to sit up on the sofa, right beside each other, and then she sort of climbed up on us, facing us, holding her tits in front of our faces, demanding that we suck her nipples. We did, each of us taking an erect nipple into our mouths, happily sucking on them. We loved doing that for her. We still do!

SUZANNE:

Unless you are a mother and a lesbian and you’ve had sex with your own daughters, you can’t imagine how wonderful it was for me that evening. To have my own two girls, both naked, both excited, both eager and willing to do whatever I wanted, well, that was the ultimate. Or maybe I should say almost the ultimate, because of course I still wanted to bring little Molly into our circle too. That would happen soon enough.

JULIE:

It’s funny the way Mommy keeps mentioning Molly when she’s writing about that night with me and Kate. I guess she must have been thinking about her a lot. I had the hots for Molly too, as you know, but I was so involved in being with Kate and my mother right then that I wasn’t really thinking about anything else.

KATE:

Mommy loves having sex. I think she mostly loves having sex with us, with her daughters. Sometimes she has other girls or women in her bed, but mostly she seems to like it best when it’s me or Julie or Molly with her. Or all three of us together, even better!

Anyway, that night it was like she couldn’t get enough sex. She watched me cum and I’m pretty sure she came too, rubbing herself, but then right away she wanted more. She had me and Julie sit up on the sofa and got on top of us, shoving her nipples into our mouths. We started sucking on her tits and she started masturbating again. She kept talking dirty the whole time, too, the way she does. It was hot.

JULIE:

I was masturbating as I sucked my mother’s nipple, and she was masturbating and talking dirty to us, but then she put her hands between our legs. She wanted to fuck us with her fingers while we sucked her tits.

SUZANNE:

I know I said this before, but can you imagine how good that felt? How spectacular it was for me? To have my fingers inside these two little pussies at the same time, a pair of very hot, very tight, very juicy vaginas — and to know they were my own daughter’s little pussies I was fucking! While the little girls were sucking my nipples for me! Oh, I was out of this world with lust and excitement.

JULIE:

Mommy started fucking us both, saying things like, “Fucking hot little pussies! Hot little girl pussies!!”

I put my hand between her legs then, touching her wet lips, rubbing her, pushing my fingers in between her swollen labia, reaching for her clit. Apparently Kate had the same idea, because I felt her fingers there too. She slid her hand further down and found our mother’s vagina, shoving her fingers inside, fucking her.

“God-fucking-damn!” Mommy cried, leaning her body fully against us, pressing her breasts into our faces, fucking our pussies with her fingers — and soon she was climaxing as I rubbed her clit and my sister fucked her cunt and we both sucked her nipples.

She came, but neither Kate nor I did, not right then. I think we were both in awe of our mother’s overheated excitement.

SUZANNE:

I came with them touching me, someone’s fingers inside me, someone else rubbing my clit, both their mouths on my breasts, sucking my hard nipples. I came so strongly and so wetly — I could actually feel my juices running down my legs — and then I wanted to lick their pussies. My two beautiful girls, my own sweet little daughters. I had to have them, had to taste them!

KATE:

She is so hot. I wish I could write about it the way Julie can, but I’m not as good with words as she is. It’s just that my mom is so incredible. I can’t even say how amazing it was to see her that night. Her awesome body, her nice tits, her skin, she’s all sweaty now and her nipples are wet from us sucking them. She’s got this wild look in her eyes, and her makeup is smeared, and she looks like, I don’t know, like a sex goddess or something.

JULIE:

I think Katie did a perfect job of describing how Mommy appeared that night. She was (and is) a sex goddess.

KATE:

Right after as she finished cumming with me fucking her and Julie rubbing her and both of us sucking her tits, Mommy got down on the floor in front of us, pushing our legs apart, lifting my leg over Julie’s, and she’s just looking at us, looking at our pussies, licking her lips like she’s so hungry, maybe like she hasn’t eaten in over a week and she sees the tastiest food ever in front of her, that was how she looked to me.

SUZANNE:

Julie let me read what Kate wrote about the way I looked to her that night. It makes me laugh, thinking how insane I must have been acting. But I’m happy that my girls think I’m attractive and sexy. I certainly think they both are!

KATE:

Mommy put her fingers inside both of us again, at the same time. She loves doing that, loves to see her fingers sliding inside our vaginas.

She still does that a lot. Sometimes she’ll ask Molly and me and Julie to lay on her bed side by side and then she fucks us with her fingers and licks us and tries to make us all three cum at the same time. I bet she wishes she had three hands then instead of two!

Anyway, that night she was fucking us, still saying, “Fuck your little pussies, hot little fucking pussies,” and stuff like that. And then she started licking us. She licked Julie first and then me. For a while she went back and forth between us, but then she just did me.

She pushed my legs apart as far as she could and she put her mouth over my cunny and started sucking on me and then I felt her tongue go inside me. Oh my god that was so awesome. My mom really knows how to do that, how to make me feel so good by licking me, especially when she puts her mouth all the way over my pussy and shoves her tongue inside. I don’t know, it’s like she’s really eating me up and it always makes me cum so hard.

JULIE:

When my mother concentrated just on Kate, really licking her pussy for the first time ever, I got down on the floor next to her so I could watch. I was rubbing myself too, rubbing my clit, and it was unbelievably exciting to see her licking and sucking my sister that way, with Katie holding Mommy’s head in her hands, pulling her face into her cunt. God, it was so awesome. I started climaxing even before Kate did.

KATE:

An orgasm in my mom’s mouth, my first one with her, oral I mean. How many girls have ever got to have that? I guess I’m lucky, me and my sisters really really are.

I can’t remember everything that happened because I was out of it in a way with my huge cum and everything, but I know I was holding Mommy’s head in my hands, pulling her into me, and I know I felt her tongue inside me, and then it all sort of goes red and black and flashing colors for a while — and when I was done, I was kind of like gasping for air, on my back now on the sofa, and I could feel sweat all over my body and Julie was kissing my mouth and my mom was still between my legs licking me even more and sucking my clit and fucking me with her finger and then I was cumming again and again and again. How many times? I have no clue.

JULIE:

I brought myself to climax, masturbating as I watched my mom licking my sister.

But Mommy wasn’t done. One orgasm wasn’t enough. Katie sort of fell back on the sofa, collapsing, and then my mother got up there with her, kneeling between Kate’s legs, sucking on her clit, pushing a finger inside her again. She wanted to make her come at least one more time.

I moved over so I could touch my sister’s breasts and kiss her mouth. I’m not sure she even noticed, because she was so totally gone from the way Mommy was eating her pussy. But I kissed her anyway until she climaxed again.

She started squealing and I pulled my lips away from hers, just enjoying the look on her face. It was so amazing. Have you ever watched a young girl, a 10-year-old or younger, have an orgasm. It’s the best!

SUZANNE:

Oh, what a delight, so sweet and perfect — to have my tongue deep inside my daughter’s little pussy, to taste her and lick her and suck on her clit and make her come in my mouth. I was ecstatic!

And then I wanted more of course.

After I had licked her and swallowed all her tasty juices and then held her legs wide apart for a moment and just gazed at her, looking down at that beautiful wet pink pussy, taking in the sight, knowing this girl was mine, my own daughter, and I could have sex with her any time I wanted, as much as I wanted, that she loved it, needed it, and that she needed me too — that made me throb with an even greater desire for her. I wanted to come on my little girl’s face.

KATE:

I came so many times in Mommy’s mouth. God, it was totally awesome! Like I said, I was just a kid then and didn’t really know that much about sex, about what it’s like to make love, and this was way better than I ever thought it could be.

After that, after she stopped licking me, she just looked at me for a minute, at my pussy, and then she got up on top of me. She wanted me to lick her!

JULIE:

Mommy crawled forward on the sofa, bringing herself to Kate’s mouth. She was holding her pussy lips apart, showing us her sex. I looked at her gorgeous naked body, at her thighs, her pussy, her tits, her face. I saw the look in her eyes and I started rubbing myself again.

SUZANNE:

I had eaten my daughter, I’d eaten both of them, and now I badly wanted Kate to lick me. I wanted to come in her mouth.

She looked up at me, that cute little face, so sweet and so open. Katie was an adventurous girl, always looking for new experiences, and this was definitely one she’d never had before. She was going to lick her mother’s cunt.

KATE:

Oh man oh man oh man, oh wow! This was it!

Mommy was bringing her pussy right up to me. She was holding herself open. She said something like, “Look at Mommy’s pussy, little girl, look at your mother’s cunt.” She stayed that way for a minute, just talking to me and holding herself open and rubbing her fingers around inside, showing me how wet she was. Then she lowered herself all the way down and I had her hot cunt in my mouth. Oh wow!

JULIE:

I watched my mother drop her pussy onto my sister’s face. She took Kate’s head in her hands and pulled her mouth hard into her sex. Mommy was being really aggressive, getting nasty, talking loud, growling at her, urging her to lick her, suck her, fuck her with her tongue. She was pulling Katie’s face against her so tightly I was afraid she might not be able to breathe. Mommy was trembling, shaking, sweating, staring down at my sister, talking dirty to her, rocking her pussy up and down, shoving her cunt into Kate’s mouth, harder and harder, faster and faster — and then she came.

SUZANNE:

Only a week earlier, I had come in Julie’s mouth for the first time, and now I was climaxing in Katie’s. Oh, what joy! What delirium! I held her pretty little head in my hands and pulled her hard against me and then I came on her.

Nothing, nothing, nothing in this world can ever match the exquisite pleasure of having sex with your own daughters. Nothing.

KATE:

Julie let me read what she wrote about the first time Mommy licked her, when she said how it was kind of like swimming in sex or something. I don’t know, but I did feel like I was swimming then because my mom got so wet when she came on me that night, it was almost like I was drowning! I had her juices in my mouth and up my nose and running down my chin and I could hardly breathe at all but I didn’t care. If I ever really drown, that’s how I want to do it. Inside my mom’s pussy!

Okay, so that’s the end of what I asked my sister and my mother to write for me about our experience that night.

That wasn’t the end of what we did, of course. There was still a lot more, just about any combination you can think of. My mom and I were in a 69 at one point while Katie masturbated, and I had my sister sitting on my face at another point while my mother was eating me, and Mommy tribbed with me and then with Kate, and I tribbed with Kate too, then I think Kate and Mommy had a 69, and well, like I said, anything else you can imagine, we did it together that night.

When we were finally done, it was past midnight. We picked up our clothes and walked upstairs, softly kissing each other goodnight.

I stayed awake long enough to hear what I thought I might hear, my mother’s bedroom door opening a few minutes later, and then Molly’s bedroom door. I thought about maybe getting up to join them, but I didn’t. It seemed nicer to let my mom finish it that way, with my baby sister sucking her nipples while she masturbated, giving herself one more orgasm.

Continue on to Chapter 72

By Naughty Mommy

Finally it was Saturday night. Finally!!

Throughout the day, all three of us — Mommy, Katie, and I — kept thinking about what was going to happen that night. I could tell that by the way they would look at each other and the way they both looked at me. I could also tell from the suggestive touches I received from each of them that morning, a pat on the bottom from my mom that was firmer than it normally would be, or a squeeze around the waist from my sister, pulling my hip warmly against hers.

Outwardly, we tried to act like nothing special was going on. But inwardly we knew.

I had to go babysit for Justin and Britney in the afternoon, and that went fine, no problems. Elaine drove me home after she got back, dropping me off at around 5:15.

Mommy and I made dinner together, and Kate and I cleaned up the kitchen, and then we played a couple of games of Clue with Molly, and then at 8:30 Mommy told Molly it was time for her to go to bed and the two of them went upstairs hand in hand. Our mother spent more than half an hour in Molly’s bedroom, a lot longer than it takes to put her to bed. We knew exactly what was going on up there, of course, and so by that time, my sister and I were nearly insane with lust.

We were on the sofa where we’d started playing a video game, but we’d both quickly lost interest. In unspoken agreement, we set our controllers aside and turned off the game, then pulled our pants down and started masturbating. Twenty minutes later, when Mommy finally came downstairs, we’d each already had a couple of orgasms, rubbing our clits and fucking our little vaginas with our fingers as we watched each other.

We didn’t do any more than that because we wanted to wait for her. When Katie and I really made love for the first time, going all the way, we wanted to share that with her, with our mother, and share our bodies with her too.

She found us that way, slumped on the sofa, our panties and jeans around our ankles, our fingers wet with our juices, panting and moaning as we continued stroking ourselves.

Mommy was in a short skirt, the navy blue pleated skirt she’d been wearing on the plane as we flew back from Vermont. She was barefoot. She stood in front of us, gazing down at us, watching her daughters masturbate. Slowly she pulled up her skirt, letting us see that she had no panties on. We also could see that her pussy was wet, her lips pink and engorged, shiny with her juices. She obviously had been masturbating in Molly’s room while our little sister sucked on her nipples.

For a minute or so, she just watched us. She was rubbing herself too, and we were watching her. Then she said, “Let’s go upstairs, girls.”

In this chapter (and the next), I decided to try something different. I got my sister Kate and my mom to write down all the things they could remember about what we did that night, and especially about how it felt for them, what they were thinking about and stuff. I had to help Katie some because she’s not really a writer like I am. But she did a good job. Mommy didn’t have any trouble with it, since as an attorney she has to write stuff all the time — except I’ll bet none of it is like this, ha-ha! Of course, it’s more than six years later now, when I’m writing this memoir, so they couldn’t remember everything. But I showed them the notes I put in my sexual diary at the time and that helped them get the picture back in their minds. Anyway, here it is, in their words and in mine. I hope you like it!

KATE:

I remember I was kind of scared in a way. It was really exciting though because for a long time I’d thought about it. When I masturbated in my bed at night sometimes I would pretend I was with Mommy and she was kissing my mouth or even kissing my pussy and putting her finger inside me and everything and that always made me cum so fast. I thought about doing that with Julie, too, my sister.

It seemed bad that I should think about stuff like that but I did and it made me so hot. It still seems wrong in a way, but now I know that a lot of moms do these things with their daughters, and sisters like me and Julie have sex a lot too, so I guess it’s okay. I really like doing it, that’s for sure.

Julie says I should tell you about that night. So I will. We started out, me and Julie, by rubbing ourselves on the sofa down in the family room while Mommy was upstairs with Molly putting her to bed. We knew Mommy was letting our sister suck her nipples and that made us both excited. And Mommy had told us this was the night when they would do everything — that’s what they said, everything — that they wanted to do with me. Like she was going to lick my pussy and I would lick hers, and also the same thing with Julie. So I was thinking about that while we masturbated on the sofa.

SUZANNE:

I’m trying to remember now when it was that I first began to fantasize about having sex with my daughters. Perhaps there never really was any specific starting point. Perhaps it just grew naturally out of the pleasure I took when I masturbated as I nursed my little girls.

Yes, even when they were babies, when I was still unhappily married to Ron, I would do that. I did it in secret, of course, usually at night, while I was feeding them just before I put them to bed. As the darling angels sucked on my nipples, it felt so incredibly nice that I just had to touch myself. That’s why I sometimes would let them take my breast even after they were older and I had no milk. Just because I wanted to feel that pleasure again of having their little mouths sucking on my nipples. Then I would masturbate and climax as I held them in my arms.

So, as I said, perhaps my further sexual desire for them grew out of that experience. At any rate, by the time Julie was around 10 years old, she had become the primary focus of my masturbatory fantasies. Often when I would have sex with women at that time, particularly if they were young, or young-looking, I pretended it was not them but my daughter I was fucking. That brought me to some incredibly powerful orgasms.

You already know, however, because Julie has told you, that I had misgivings about some of what I was doing. I felt guilty about it. I dithered before finally deciding to fully seduce Julie, to go all the way with her. Even though I had masturbated with her and we’d had other sexual experiences together, still I hesitated about letting myself do everything I wanted to do. Thankfully, Julie was patient with me and very understanding.

More than understanding, she was wise. She helped me to see things more clearly, helped me work through my anxiety and reach a point of clarity and acceptance. After I’d completed that process, I was ready, and I was very happy with the choice I’d made, the decision to take my 12-year-old daughter as my lesbian lover.

I was and I am so lucky to have her. She is the love of my life.

JULIE:

Aww… it always makes me cry when Mommy says nice things like that. She is so good to me, so full of love. And so sexy too!

SUZANNE:

I came downstairs that night to find my two older daughters side by side on the sofa, their pants pulled down, their hands between their legs. They were masturbating, and it looked to me as though they both had already reached climax at least once. Their fingers were very wet.

Only minutes earlier, I’d had an orgasm myself up in my other daughter’s bedroom, fucking my cunt with my finger as little Molly sucked on my tits. Kate and Julie knew about all that now, about what I was doing with Molly, that is, and they had each done the same things with her. Now we were prepared to do even more with each other.

KATE:

Mommy came and stood in front of us and pulled up her skirt and showed us her pussy. I remember thinking to myself, this is it, this is really it, tonight I’m actually going to lick her sexy pussy and put my fingers inside her. I always thought my mom was so totally hot, it made me cum again and again in my bed when I thought about her body and stuff, and now it wouldn’t be just my imagination any more.

She watched me and Julie masturbating for a minute, and she started rubbing herself too. Then she said, “Let’s go upstairs, girls.” But Julie had another idea.

JULIE:

I said, “Mommy, um, can we… I want to do it downstairs if we can, down here. It seems like, I don’t know, better in a way. Like dirtier or something.”

“Dirtier?” she asked, as she massaged her clit in front of us. “You want to be a dirty girl, a bad girl?”

“Yeah, I, well, it just seems hotter if we do it here instead of in a bedroom. Can we?”

Mommy rubbed herself faster. She looked into my eyes, down at my pussy, at Kate’s little pussy. She licked her lips. “Tell me what you want to do, Julie.”

I liked it when she would ask me to talk nasty to her. It turned her on and it turned me on too.

“I want to watch you licking Kate, licking your daughter’s pussy. I want to see you kissing and sucking her clit, putting your finger inside her. I want you to make her come in your mouth, your 10-year-old daughter, coming in your mouth, while I watch you.”

My mother slid two fingers deep inside her own pussy now, beginning to fuck herself as she listened to me.

“I want you to sit on her face, rub your wet cunt up and down on her mouth. I want see my sister licking your clit and fucking your pussy with her tongue.”

I cold hear Kate beginning to squeal. That meant she was almost ready to come. I looked over at her.

She was staring at Mommy’s crotch as she plunged her middle finger in and out of her vagina. Her face was very red. She was panting and sweating. Then, “Unh! Unh!! UNH!!” She was climaxing again.

“Fuck your little pussy! Fuck your little pussy!” Mommy groaned as she furiously fucked her own cunt. I was rubbing my clit, nearly ready to come too.

Kate came and then Mommy came and then I came.

SUZANNE:

Julie has such a wonderful erotic imagination. She’s always coming up with the most deliciously naughty ideas and she has a way of putting them into words that can excite me as much as anything ever has. It’s interesting to me how sometimes the thought can be just as stimulating as the act. In any event, she talked dirty to me that night, and I had a powerful orgasm as I listened to her and as I watched her and her sister playing with themselves.

KATE:

That was a good idea Julie had. Because after she told us about it and we all masturbated, then we got to do what she said. And she was right, it did seem hotter to have our mom getting naked for us right there in the family room instead of in her bedroom.

Mommy sucked her fingers after she finished, tasting her own cum. I did that too, and so did Julie. All three of us love the taste of our own pussies. I guess maybe most girls do.

SUZANNE:

After I came, and licked my fingers clean, tasting myself, I began to slowly unbutton my shirt and then took it off. The girls were watching me. I was wearing a bra with a front closure. I remember that, because on nights when I was planning to ‘nurse’ Molly, I always made it a point to wear a bra that would be easy to open, or perhaps just wear no bra at all.

I unhooked the bra and let them see my chest. I was blessed with an attractive body, I must admit. Even after having three children, my breasts were still firm and round. I was very lucky. My waist was trim and my stomach mostly flat. Of course, I had to work hard to keep it that way. I went to the gym several times a week and put a great deal of effort into staying in shape. I always wanted to look my best for my sexy daughters.

JULIE:

Mommy took off her bra and showed us her beautiful tits. She took them in her hands, squeezing them, pinching the nipples. Then she did that thing, that awesome thing, where she raised one breast up and reached out her tongue so she could lick her own nipple. My boobs are way too small to do that. Even now, when I’m almost 18, I’m still only an A-cup. But my mom’s tits are big enough that she can do that, and I think it’s so sexy when she does. She stood in front of us and lifted up her boobs, licking her nipples, even sucking on them for a second. She squeezed her nipples between her fingers and I saw her shudder with arousal.

Then our mother unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, tossing it aside. She wasn’t wearing any panties, of course, and she was barefoot, so now she naked.

“Do you like my body, girls?” she asked, as she ran her hands up and down, stroking her thighs, touching her breasts. “Does it make you hot to look at me this way?”

“Yeah, it does,” I told her. Katie just nodded.

KATE:

I think I could masturbate all day long and cum over and over again just from looking at my mom’s body. She is totally hot, so beautiful. I love her legs and her boobs and her face and her pretty blonde hair. I could masturbate all day while I look at her, or even just think about her, and now I could do even more!

After Mommy was naked, she got down on her knees so she could take Julie’s socks off and she pulled her jeans and her undies the rest of the way off too. Then she had Julie sit up and she lifted her t-shirt up over her head. Julie wasn’t wearing a bra, the way she usually doesn’t at home, so she was naked. Mommy took my shirt off too, and I also didn’t have a bra on, and she pulled my jeans and undies and my socks off, and we were all three naked.

JULIE:

I should add a little something here. Not only did our mother take off our clothes, she also complimented us on our bodies. She admired our legs, saying how nice they were, and then as she removed our shirts, she told us how much she loved our little breasts. She touched our nipples and kissed them. She gave each of us a kiss on the lips when she was done undressing us, and then she stood up again.

“First, I want to watch the two of you,” she said.

SUZANNE:

If you’re a mother and you have sexy young daughters, I’m sure at some point you must have imagined them together, naked, kissing and touching each other. I have learned, by corresponding with quite a few other moms, that this is a very common fantasy. It is not at all unusual for mothers to find their daughters sexually attractive or for mothers to visualize scenes like that when they masturbate.

Far fewer moms, however, actually get the chance to see this in reality, to watch as their daughters make love. I am one of the fortunate few.

I arranged my daughters in a ‘69’ position on the sofa, with Kate on the bottom and Julie on top.

What a sight that was! A 10-year-old girl and a 12-year-old girl with those smooth young bodies, each of them barely pubescent and yet sexually precocious, eager to learn and to experience all the sensual pleasures they could both give and receive.

I stood back and looked at them, touching myself, of course, fondling my breasts with one hand while the other rubbed my clit. I looked at their lovely bodies, so slender and so perfect, and I felt a thrill as I considered that these were not just any nubile young girls I was watching, but my own daughters, my own flesh.

I had given birth to these little beauties, had nursed them, raised them, nurtured them, loved them, and now I was about to give them the fulness of my love. But before that, I wanted to see them love each other, make love with each other.

JULIE:

Oh my god! I was actually going to do it! Finally, at last! I was going to lick my sister’s pussy, and make her come in my mouth!

This was something I’d been fantasizing about, dreaming about, for months. Next to my mom, Kate was the sexiest person I knew. I loved her, really loved her as a sister, and I was also totally crazy about her hot young body.

I just looked at her for a minute, making sure I would always remember how she looked that night, how she smelled, how I felt. I did the joy of looking thing, taking my time, really appreciating where I was and what I was doing.

Finally I bent down and kissed her, a soft kiss at the top of her slit. Her lips were wet, shiny with moisture. She was just as turned on as I was. I inhaled the fragrance of her pussy juice. I kissed her again. She had a few wisps of light brown pussy hair, very fine and short, just beginning to grow.

SUZANNE:

I knelt beside them, putting my head near Kate’s, gazing up into my older daughter’s pussy. Julie had her knees pulled under her on the sofa, her vulva and her ass wide open for us to look at, for Katie to touch and kiss. As I watched, Kate used her fingers to spread Julie’s pussy lips. She was so very wet inside, juices dripping from her little pink vagina. It almost took my breath away looking at her.

KATE:

Julie and me are sitting together as I’m writing this now, and she’s masturbating. She does that a lot. I do too. I masturbate at least once a day, sometimes more than once a day, like maybe three or four times. I masturbate every day, even if I have sex that day with my mom or my sisters or my girlfriend. I just love doing it. One time a few years ago, I remember asking Julie if she thought I did it too much, if it was bad for me to do it more than once a day. And she said that was like asking if I breathed too much, or if eating food more than once a day was bad for me. Julie’s funny. She always knows the right thing to say.

Anyway, that night, my mom made me lie down on the sofa and she got Julie on top of me, only reversed, you know, like in a 69. Then I started licking her.

JULIE:

Behind me, I felt my sister’s fingers parting my labia. I heard my mother gasp as she gazed at me. She was crouching on the floor, next to Katie, both of them looking at my open pussy. I loved knowing that they could see me, could see everything.

I continued kissing my sister’s vulva, kissing her again and again. Lots of kisses, but with no tongue, not yet, only my lips. And the more I kissed her, the more she seemed to want me. She spread her legs and arched her pelvis, trying to bring her sex to my mouth.

I kissed her mound, kissed her labia, kissed the inner part of her thighs. As I kept kissing, she began to open up for me. I wasn’t even touching her with my fingers, but her pussy lips were spreading apart on their own. I could really smell her now. And I could see inside her, could see the dark pink opening of her vagina. She was so juicy, so wet. God, I wanted her so much.

SUZANNE:

I hadn’t meant to do it. I’d intended to begin only by watching them, just watch my daughters make love, and, of course, masturbate. But when I saw Julie’s perfect pink vagina, I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t help myself. I had to touch her.

JULIE:

A finger entered me, pressed inside my cunt. I groaned and tried to spread myself open even farther. I loved being fucked by them, whoever it was was, whether it was my mother or my sister, I loved having them fuck me.

I felt the finger pushing in, deeper inside me. And then I felt a tongue, Katie’s tongue, it must have been, licking me. Oh god, oh god, it felt so nice. Her tongue was so warm, so loving. She licked and sucked and kissed me and then she licked some more, and I also had that finger pressing inside me, oh yes, pushing in even deeper, oh fuck yes, so deep, probing inside my cunt, reaching into me, taking me —

KATE:

Once I started licking Julie, it didn’t take her very long at all. Mommy put her finger inside her too. I was licking her and Mommy was fucking her. I had my eyes closed then, I remember that, and I could feel Julie kissing my pussy, but the main thing for me was that I was sucking and licking my sister’s clit, licking her and tasting her and sucking her, and then all of a sudden she was cumming.

SUZANNE:

“Oh god!” Julie cried, “OH GOD!!”

It was wonderful to see her climax that way, with my finger deep inside her and her little sister sucking on her clit. As I said, I’d intended just to masturbate while watching my daughters — but instead I quickly got caught up in the excitement, pushing my finger inside Julie’s sexy pink vagina, fucking her, giving her an orgasm.

I wasn’t masturbating any more, but that didn’t matter. I wanted to see Julie come in her sister’s face. And she did come. She came very hard — so hard, so loudly that I wondered for a moment if she would wake Molly, and then what would happen?

I’d already told the girls I wasn’t ready yet for Molly to be involved, not this involved anyway. But if she came downstairs and found us and wanted to join in, would I be able to turn her away? I was pretty sure I wouldn’t, nor would I even want to. I remember hoping right then that Molly actually would come down and join us. I was ready to fuck her then and there. I was so turned on that night, I was ready for anything.

But she didn’t. Molly stayed in her room. Julie finished coming in her sister’s face.

JULIE:

I couldn’t believe how fast Kate made me come. Partly it was that finger inside me too, which I found out later, of course, was Mommy’s finger. But mostly it was just the way Kate licked me and sucked my clit. Maybe it’s also because I wanted it so bad. Whatever it was, the sensation was so strong that it made me lose all control. I’d meant to start licking Kate’s pussy, trying to make us come at the same time, but I failed at that. Before I could even begin, while I was still just kissing her and sort of teasing her, suddenly I had this huge orgasm. And I was loud too.

KATE:

Julie was screaming. I’d never heard her scream like that when she came. And she was totally wet too, all this warm juicy stuff dripping out of her, dripping down Mommy’s hand and onto my face. It was really great.

SUZANNE:

When Julie climaxed, I could feel the walls of her tight little vagina squeezing in around my finger. Oh, that was so thrilling, so exciting!

JULIE:

In a way it was kind of embarrassing, because I was the older girl, supposedly the more experienced one, and yet Katie made me come first, before I’d barely even started on her.

As soon as I was able, still panting and gasping, quivering with tremors from the strength of my orgasm, I put my face down between my sister’s legs, enthusiastically licking her wet pussy, shoving my tongue inside her hole, sucking her clit, fingering her, running my tongue and my lips all over everywhere — maybe too enthusiastically — but god, I wanted her to come, wanted her to feel what I’d just felt.

KATE:

Wow, and so right after Julie has this awesome screaming cum, wet stuff everywhere, suddenly she’s licking me, almost like devouring me or something, totally like nothing I had ever felt before. I mean, I was still only 10, and I didn’t really know anything. So to have her licking me like that, I can’t even say how great it was. She put her finger inside me too, which I love, and her mouth is doing whatever she did, and I laid my head back and closed my eyes and just felt it. My own big sister, the girl I loved so much, so smart and friendly and so nice to everyone, my best friend in the whole world, and now she was licking me, licking my pussy, and I was going to cum in her mouth.

JULIE:

First Mommy made me cry, and now Katie is. I don’t mean on that night five years ago, I mean right now, as she’s writing this. She is so sweet!

SUZANNE:

What a night that was for us. Watching my daughters lick each other, eating each other’s pussies, both having wonderful climaxes. As a mom, there’s almost nothing more exciting or more satisfying to see. And we were just getting started.

Continue on to Chapter 71

By Naughty Mommy

Monday night in Mommy’s room, Kate and I are in bed with her.

We’re all three naked again, except this time our mother has made something clear: because it is a school night, she cannot allow us, or allow herself, to succumb to the temptation to stay up late playing sexy games. We’re there mostly just to talk. If a little kissing and touching takes place — only a little — that’s okay, but the really hot and fun stuff is reserved for nights when we don’t have school the next day.

Of course we’re not happy about that, my sister and I, but we understand and we grudgingly agree to those limits.

“So, the place we went to on our trip,” Mommy began, “is called the Sapphic Retreat. It’s a bed and breakfast inn run by a pair of sisters named Cassia and Delia.”

“Sisters who are also lovers,” I interjected, “lesbian lovers.”

“That’s right,” she confirmed. “And we met their mother, too, a woman named Olympia. She founded the business many years ago. Actually it started out as a private club, a gathering place for mothers and daughters who were secret lovers.”

“Wow, really?” Kate asked.

Mommy nodded, smiling. “And now it’s known, among certain people, as a destination for, well, for families just like ours.”

“Yeah, we met a lot of them,” I added. “I told you about Emma and Brandi, and there was also Nicole and Leslie and Mindy and Tina…”

I started counting everyone off on my fingers.

“…and Shannon and Cindy and Shelby, and Katherine and Chrissy and Laura, and, um, oh, and Logan and Diana. That was who was at the party. And Cassia and Delia, of course, and Olympia.”

“Man, that’s, that’s amazing,” sighed Kate.

“Yeah, it was,” I said. “I wish you’d been there, Kate. I hope we can go back.”

Turning to my mother, suddenly inspired, I asked, “Mommy can we? All of us go back there again? Please, can we?”

She chuckled, giving me a kiss. “Yes, well, maybe we will someday. Probably we will. It would be very nice to see everyone, and especially nice if we all were there together, you and your sister and Molly too.”

“Yeah, that would be so awesome. Let’s do it soon, okay?” I urged.

“We’ll see. Right now let’s finish telling Kate about what we did.”

“Um, okay. On the first night —”

“Wait, at the party —” Kate interrupted “— all those other people, like, the moms and daughters. Um, how old were the girls?”

“Well,” I said, “the oldest of the girls was Diana. She’s 17, um, a junior in high school. And then Leslie was 16. She’s a sophomore. And… I’d have to look at my notes to get the ages of all the other girls right, but…”

“You took notes?” my sister asked, her eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, the next day,” I giggled. “I kind of wanted to remember it all, you know?”

Kate grinned at me, shaking her head. She probably thought I was silly, being so meticulous about keeping track of everything. Still, if I hadn’t, I’d never have been able to write this whole story with all the details!

“But, um, the youngest ones,” I went on, “were Shelby, who was 8, and Chrissy, who was 7, and Laura, who was 6.”

“Are you kidding me? 6 years old??”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, leering lasciviously.

“And they……”

“Uh-huh, they did.”

“Wow…”

“That’s why we went there, Kate,” our mother put in. “To meet some other moms and daughters like us, to get to know them a little bit. Also, of course, for Julie and me to spend some special time together. But I really did want to see the others, see what their relationships were like.”

“Wow…”

My sister was still slowly shaking her head, apparently blown away by what I’d told her about the ages of the littlest girls.

“Yeah, and also, what we said last night, about getting high. They had marijuana at the party, and I smoked some,” I proudly announced.

Kate’s jaw dropped. She stared at me and then at Mommy, open-mouthed.

“Yes, she did,” our mother nodded. “We all did. Well, maybe not the youngest ones, but pretty much everyone else.”

“Man…”

“It was that kind of a party,” I joked.

“And you, I mean, with…” my sister stammered “…with the, the little girls, the really little ones…?”

“With everyone,” I nodded. “It was, like, a total lesbian orgy, a lesbian incest orgy, with all these ladies and all these girls, the mommies and daughters all having sex with each other and with everyone else.”

“Oh my god.” Kate’s hand went under the covers, rubbing her pussy.

“Mommy and I licked Laura together. She’s the 6-year-old, and —” I stopped, remembering something I’d been meaning to ask “— um, Mommy, before this, had you ever, like, done anything with a girl that young before?”

“No, definitely not,” she smiled. “Before, well, actually, you were the youngest one for me, honey, 12 years old. I’ve done things with Kate too, of course, and with Molly, but certainly nothing like that.”

“And, um, and now that we did all that, I mean, you and me — and I guess we should tell Kate about that too, about what we did in bed — but now that we did everything, you said I can do that with Katie too, right? And maybe with Molly?”

Mommy looked at me, apparently deciding how to respond.

“Not now, I mean, but on the weekends?” I pressed.

“What do you mean, everything?” Kate asked. “Tell me what that means.”

Our mother turned to her. She was being besieged by questions.

“Okay, slow down,” she chuckled, “one at a time. First, Kate, when Julie says everything, that’s what it means, we did everything. But mostly, I think, she’s referring to oral sex. We had oral sex. She licked my pussy and I licked hers. We both had orgasms that way.’

“Oh my god.” Kate’s hand was moving faster under the covers.

“And what she’s asking now is if she can do those things with you too, all the things that she and I did on our trip. Oral sex, mainly, I suppose.”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I want to lick your pussy, Katie, and I want you to lick mine.”

My sister’s face was turning red. She was panting and trembling, obviously getting very close. “Mommy,” she gasped, “is it okay if… if I come now?”

“Yes, baby girl, you go right ahead.”

“Unh!” Kate threw her head back, her body straining, her little nipples standing out erect from her chest, her eyes shut tight. “Unh!!”

I’d started rubbing myself too, but I wasn’t anywhere near as far along as she was. My mom was holding her breasts in her hands, pinching her own nipples. Together we watched my sister, enjoying the sight of a 10-year-old girl bringing herself to orgasm.

When she finished, slowly calming down, still breathing heavily, licking her fingers, tasting herself, she smiled up at us. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s fine, precious,” Mommy leaned over, giving her a kiss on the lips. “I love watching you do that.”

Kate took a deep breath, sitting up straighter in the bed. “Whew… okay…”

“Now, what else can we tell you about our trip? Do you have other questions?”

“Wait, I have a question, Mommy,” I said.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I mean, you never answered me before. I was asking if it’s all right for me to do stuff with Katie now, you know, all that stuff. And also with Molly.”

“Yes, you’re right,” my mother nodded. “In all the excitement with Kate, I forgot about that. I apologize.”

“It’s okay,” I smiled.

“Well, then, yes, it is all right. You can do as much as you want to with her, with Katie now. Assuming she wants to, that is. The only rule I’ll insist on is —”

“Never on school nights.” I completed the sentence for her.

“That’s right,” Mommy laughed.

Then she turned back to my sister. “But I want to know what you think about that, Kate. How do you feel about having sex with Julie? And, uh, I should add, with me too?”

“With you?”

“Yes, with me. I want to do those things with you just as much as she does. I want to lick your pussy and I want you to lick mine. I want to come in your mouth. I want to watch Julie licking you and while she’s doing that I want to sit on your little face and grind my pussy into your mouth and come all over you.”

“Oh my god.”

By this point, of course, our mother was masturbating. She continued, “I only want to do those things, though, if you want to do them too. I want to have sex with you, very badly, but not unless you want it just as much as I do.”

“Um, okay,” Kate nodded.

“What do you mean by okay?”

“Okay, you can have sex with me. I want you to. But —”

“— not until the weekend,” they recited together, laughing.

“Good, I’m glad” Mommy smiled, giving my sister a nice kiss. “And with Julie too? Are you okay about having sex with her?”

“Yeah, for sure, definitely!”

I rubbed my clit faster as I thought about having Katie lick me. Finally, after all this long waiting. For several months I’d been masturbating with her, and I was constantly fantasizing about doing more, about licking her pussy and having her lick mine. And now we would really be able to do it!

“Mommy…” I breathed.

“Yes, baby?”

“I’m gonna come now…”

Turning to me, she brought her lips to mine. But she didn’t quite kiss me. Her mouth remained a fraction of an inch away from mine, her lips parted. I could feel her warm breath. She extended her tongue, licking at the corner of my mouth and then just inside my upper lip. It was driving me crazy.

“Mommy,” I groaned. She kissed me, deeply, and I came.

After my orgasm, Kate and I watched our mother masturbate vigorously between us, her legs spread wide apart, bringing herself to a loud, wet climax. Sometimes she really gushed a lot when she came. She lifted her dripping fingers to our mouths, letting us taste her.

I wanted to do more, of course. I wanted to suck her nipples and lick her pussy and, well, do everything, but it was a Monday night, so I didn’t.

By then it was past 10:00, time for Kate and me to go to bed. Before we left, however, Mommy said, “Katie, I want to make sure you’re fully satisfied, that you’re not concerned that maybe there’s something we haven’t told you.”

My sister smiled. “Well, I still want to know what you guys did at that party, I mean, with all those little girls and stuff.”

“Okay, sure, we’ll tell you all about that. Not tonight, because it’s too late, but tomorrow night, or the next night. Anything you want to know, you just ask me. Or you can ask Julie. We won’t keep any secrets from you, all right?”

Kate nodded happily.

* * *

On Wednesday that week, shortly after I got home from school, the phone rang. I answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hello, can I speak with Julie, please?”

“Yes, this is Julie.”

“Oh, hello, Julie, my name is Dana Frederiksen. Elaine Gallagher gave me your number. I’m looking for a good babysitter, and she recommended you, very highly.”

“Um, okay, that’s nice.”

“So, could I maybe ask you to babysit for me? I have just one child, a little girl named Chelsea. She, uh, turned 7 a week ago.”

A little girl, barely 7 years old? I liked the sound of that!

“Sure, I guess. Um, when?”

“Well, I was thinking of Friday night. Are you available then?”

“Yeah, I mean, um, yes, I could do that. Can you give me your address, please?”

I wrote it down, and we agreed on the time. She thanked me, then we hung up.

Hurray! Elaine hadn’t called me yet that week, and now if she wanted me on Friday, I would already be busy somewhere else. It would be even better, of course, if she didn’t need me on Saturday night either, because I was really hoping I’d be busy at home that night, having sex with my mom and my sister.

It turned out Elaine did call me, later that same afternoon, in fact. Except she asked if I could babysit for Justin and Britney on Saturday during the day, not at night, from noon until around 5:00, while she went to a matinee or something. That was perfect!

In addition to the usual things like fixing dinner and doing homework, our evenings that week were filled with long conversations in our mother’s bedroom about what she and I had done on our trip to Vermont. Kate was especially interested in hearing us talk about our experiences at the party with the youngest girls and with their moms.

I took the opportunity, as we described having sex with 6 and 7 and 8-year-old girls, to ask Mommy again about doing the same kinds of things with Molly. As she’d said before, there seemed no reason to wait, so why not? Why not right away? She was cautious about it, though, wanting to think about it just a little longer. I understood. It was a big step to take. But I was very eager to take it.

The three of us masturbated together every night, and there was some kissing and some light touching, even a few licks of hard nipples, but no real sex beyond that. We all knew, however, what was on the schedule for the weekend. I almost couldn’t stand the wait until Saturday night!

But then something else happened, something totally unexpected, on Friday night.

My mom drove me to the address that Dana Frederiksen had given me. It was an old apartment building in a not very nice part of town a few miles from where we lived. We parked and Mommy went up to the door with me.

On Wednesday night, after she came home from work and I’d told her about my new babysitting job, my mother had called Elaine to talk with her about Dana, to find out something about her, and then she’d called and spoken directly with Dana. She was friendly and polite about it, of course, but my mom wanted to be very sure she knew who it was I would be working for. Apparently she was satisfied with what she’d learned.

Dana invited us in and asked us to sit down, offering something to drink. My mom accepted, and Dana disappeared into the kitchen for a minute while we sat on a small sofa and looked around. The room we were in, a combination living/dining room, was cramped and cluttered. The furniture was old and kind of beat up. It looked like Dana didn’t have much money. But she was very nice. I liked her smile.

She brought a glass of white wine for Mommy and juice for me. I’d asked for a Coke, but Dana told us she didn’t have any because she was trying hard not to get her daughter, Chelsea, hooked on sugary sodas. That seemed like a good idea.

She returned with a second glass of wine for herself and sat in a chair across from us, crossing her legs and smiling.

Dana was small and slim, a very pretty blonde wearing a lot of makeup. She was in a tight-fitting hot pink dress, very short, showing slim, shapely legs. She had hardly any tits at all. She looked young, and although I later found out that she was 27, she seemed a lot younger than that. With her high heels on, she was about my height, but without them she would have been a couple inches shorter than me, so she was only about five feet tall, if that.

We chatted for a few minutes. Dana asked me about school, what subjects I liked, what other interests I had, and so on. My mother mostly listened. We found out that Dana had never finished high school, that she’d dropped out when she was only 15 and had run away from home. I was surprised that she would tell us all this so soon after meeting her, but she was really an outgoing, open, friendly person. I liked her even more.

She’d finally managed to get a GED, and was working now as a receptionist at an insurance office. It was through her boss, who was Elaine’s older brother, that she had met Elaine and then heard about me.

“Elaine says you’re the best,” Dana smiled.

God, I loved her smile. All bright white teeth and crinkly blue eyes. Red lipstick, blonde hair, and such a cute, pretty face, her tiny upturned nose dotted with a few freckles. I felt myself getting all warm and gushy inside as I looked at her.

“You wanna go meet Chelsea?” Dana asked. As she uncrossed her legs, I caught a flash of white panties.

“Sure,” I nodded.

My mom stood. “Well, I guess I should be going. It’s been very nice getting to know you.”

She held out her hand and Dana took it. I could tell that my mother was interested in this woman, sexually attracted to her, just as I was. She wasn’t obvious about it or anything, but the sound of her voice and the look in her eyes told me all I needed to know. Would anything ever happen between them? Between all three of us? I sure hoped it would!

As Mommy left, she gave Dana a kiss on the cheek, and then we went in to see Chelsea.

The little girl was adorable, as cute and pretty as her mom. She was playing in her room, sitting on the floor surrounded by dolls and stuffed animals, talking to them. I got down on the floor with her. When Dana crouched beside us, I was given a clear view of those white panties between her slender legs.

“Chelsea, this is Miss Julie. She’s going to stay with you tonight, okay?”

“Okay,” Chelsea smiled.

Her hair was kind of sandy blonde, falling in loose curls around her slim shoulders. She had gorgeous blue eyes, just like Dana’s, and full pink lips. She was barefoot, wearing a tight pair of shorts and a little crop top shirt. Her chest was flat, of course, and her legs were very appealing to me. They were small but perfectly shaped, smooth and almost hairless. As I looked at her, I couldn’t help picturing her naked, seeing her little girl pussy, as smooth and hairless as her legs. I wanted to lick her.

“All right,” said Dana, “you two get acquainted. I’ll be leaving in a minute and I’ll come in and kiss you goodbye before I go.”

We sat on the floor and I listened to her chattering away with her dolls and things. She had a big open toy chest, a large collection of dolls and clothes and accessories arranged inside. Chelsea reminded me of Molly. She had an active imagination, cleverly devising situations and acting them out, happily engaging in a world of her own creation.

After a bit, Dana came in, picking up Chelsea and hugging her, giving her a nice kiss on the lips. It was quite a long kiss, actually, surprisingly long. I liked watching them that way.

Dana gave me her cell phone number and said she expected to be home at around 1:00 AM, asking if that was all right. I told her it was fine. She told me Chelsea’s bedtime was usually 9:00 o’clock on the weekends, but if we were playing and I wanted to keep her up a little later, that would be okay too. I could easily think of lots of naughty games I’d like to play with her daughter!

I didn’t really do anything terribly naughty with Chelsea after Dana left, even though I certainly wanted to. We played with her dolls and things for a while, and then she wanted to watch one of her animated videos. We curled up on the sofa in their small living room, the child cuddling close to me, sucking her thumb as we enjoyed the silly antics of Dr. Seuss characters. I hugged her, loving how it felt to have this warm little body in my arms.

At 9:00, I asked Chelsea if she was getting sleepy. She’d been rubbing her eyes and it looked like she was. She nodded, murmuring, “Mm-hmm,” but instead of getting up to go get ready for bed, she put her arms around my waist and nestled closer, resting her head on my chest and closing her eyes. It appeared she would be perfectly content to fall asleep that way.

And she did. I didn’t have the heart to disturb her right away, so I just let her snooze on my chest. I gently kissed the top of her head and rubbed her smooth thigh, running my hand up to caress her bottom, barely covered by her little shorts. It made me think of the way Danni would hug and touch Molly sometimes. I was never that affectionate with Justin and Britney when I babysat for them. But it was different with Chelsea.

Finally I decided I really did need to get her in bed. I stood up, cradling the girl in my arms, and walked slowly to her room. She seemed to still be asleep. Laying her on her bed, I picked up the little nightgown Dana had set out for her. It was white and frilly, with long sleeves. Very cute and feminine and sexy.

I pulled the crop top shirt over her head. Her chest was bare now, revealed to me. I couldn’t help myself. I touched one of her little nipples. Okay, I guess that was sort of naughty. Then I pulled down her shorts, leaving her pink undies on. She began to wake up as I raised her to a sitting position so I could get the nightie over her head. She smiled at me.

“Come on, let’s go brush your teeth,” I said softly.

She nodded and we went to the bathroom across the hall. I watched Chelsea brush her teeth and then sit on the toilet and tinkle, wiping herself. We went back to her room and she got in bed.

As I leaned down to kiss her goodnight, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me close. Her lips met mine and then — oh my god! — her lips parted and her tongue was teasing at my mouth. I was startled, but not too started to respond. I opened my own lips and let the sweet little girl french-kiss me. It was heavenly.

We kissed that way for at least a minute or so, a long time! My eyes were closed, my tongue exploring her small mouth. I nearly lost myself in the moment, almost began to believe I was with one of the young girls at the orgy in Vermont and that I could do whatever I wanted with this child.

But then I remembered where I was: I was babysitting, doing a job for someone, and I had a responsibility. I pulled away, wiping my mouth.

I looked at Chelsea. She was grinning at me, her pink lips shiny and wet.

“Who, uh… where… who, who taught you to kiss like that?” I stammered.

“My mom.”

“Your mom??” My eyes must have been like saucers.

She nodded, her eyes twinkling.

“Not, like, another babysitter or someone?”

“Uh-uh, my mommy.”

“Wow. Um, okay, well, you get to sleep now, honey, all right?”

Chelsea nodded again, turning onto her side, laying her head on her hands, closing her eyes. I kissed her softly on the cheek and left the room, turning off the lamp but leaving the door open a crack.

Back in the living room, I sat on the sofa, shaking my head and marveling at what had just happened. It felt so amazingly nice to kiss her that way. She was really good at it. And she had learned it from her mommy!!

I took a deep breath, checking my watch. It was only about 9:30. I’d brought a book with me to read, and Dana did have some DVDs I could watch, comedies and adventure movies I liked. Or I could snoop around if I wanted to. But that didn’t seem like such a good idea. It also didn’t seem very necessary. I couldn’t imagine finding anything more surprising or more exciting than what I’d already discovered about sexy Dana and her little girl.

There was at least one other thing I could do, of course. I could masturbate. That seemed like a very good idea, considering how turned on I was after kissing Chelsea that way.

I began rubbing myself over the outside of my jeans but didn’t do any more than that right away. First I wanted to be sure she was asleep and wouldn’t be getting up to come and find me or anything. For about ten minutes I sat on the couch, gently stroking my crotch, thinking about Chelsea, remembering the feel of her lips on mine, her tongue in my mouth. I could tell my pussy was getting very wet inside.

Finally I got up and tiptoed down the hall to her room, quietly pushing the door open so I could get a look at her. She appeared to be sound asleep. I went and stood by her bed, still rubbing myself on the outside of my jeans. I was very tempted to do something more with her, but I didn’t. I just watched her sleeping.

Then I left the room, pulling her door closed almost all the way, and went back to the sofa. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pushed my hand inside my panties. My pussy was soaked, so wet that I was surprised it hadn’t leaked through my jeans yet.

I slid my fingers up and down, feeling the thrill when I rubbed the slippery skin over my clit. Parting my lips, I pressed a finger down inside, deep down, into my heated center. I groaned in pleasure, then rubbed my clit some more.

It felt so good touching myself that way. I knew I would be able to come pretty quickly. I thought about taking off my jeans, or at least pushing them down around my knees, but I didn’t want to take a chance in case Dana came home unexpectedly. I figured this way I could zip up quickly if I heard her coming in and not get caught. Maybe.

Taking my hand out of my panties, I tasted myself. So nice, so very nice. I loved the taste of my pussy. I wondered if Chelsea would like it too. That gave me a dirty idea, something to think about, if nothing else.

Closing my eyes, I fantasized that after I gave myself an orgasm, I went to her bedroom and rubbed my wet fingers over her lips, coating them with my juices, even slipping my fingers between her lips, into her mouth, letting the 7-year-old girl taste me as she slept.

That fantasy made me come right away. I remembered to be quiet, not to wake her up, and the effort of restraining my moans and groans seemed to make my climax even more intense. By the time I was done, I was sweating and my fingers were drenched.

I licked my fingers clean, which took a while. It was so enjoyable doing that, I decided to masturbate again. I soon came a second time, and not long after that, a third time. When I was through, after lots of exciting fantasies and three wonderful orgasms, it was almost 11:00 o’clock. That was a very pleasant way to spend an evening!

I cleaned up, washing my hands in the bathroom, and checked on Chelsea again. Still fast asleep. Then I went back to the sofa, got out my book, and read until Dana came home at about 12:45.

“How did everything go?” she asked, displaying that big smile I loved.

“It was great,” I told her. “No problems. Chelsea’s a little doll.”

“Yes, she is, or at least I think so,” she chuckled. “Anyway, I’m glad you like her. Would you mind staying with her again some time? Maybe like next weekend?”

“Sure, um, you mean on Friday?”

“Yeah, Friday is usually when I go out. If I can find a babysitter that is. It’s been hard for me to get someone I feel like I can trust, you know?”

I nodded, though I wasn’t really sure what she meant.

“So, how much is it?” she asked, opening her wallet. “Like, $10 an hour, or something?”

“Yeah, I, well… I don’t really have any set rates or anything. Just whatever you think is right.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet.”

Suddenly she gave me a big hug, pressing her body against mine. I could smell her perfume, along with cigarette smoke and maybe some sweat. The hug was warm and tight. I didn’t know quite what to do, so I just sort of hugged her gently in return.

For a second I thought she might kiss me too, maybe even kiss me the way her daughter had said she kissed her. That would be awesome! But she didn’t. She stepped back, her hands on my shoulders, smiling at me.

She’d taken off her heels, so she was shorter than I was. She probably weighed less than I did too, and I was still under 100 pounds. It felt weird being hugged by an adult who was smaller than me. But I liked it, and I liked Dana. I liked her a lot.

Apparently the feeling was mutual.

“I like you, Julie. I’m so glad we met. It feels like you and me have something in common, kind of like we’re twin souls or something.”

We were? I wasn’t sure about that, but it was nice of her to say it anyway.

She took $60 from her wallet. “Is this enough? I’d really like to give you more, but, you know, things are kind of tight right now.”

The look on Dana’s face was so adorable. Like she wanted to please me, gain my approval. I could see myself falling for her very easily.

“Yeah, sure, of course it’s fine. But, um, you don’t have to give me that much if you don’t want to. If it’s like, hard, I mean, or something.”

“Oh, you angel.”

This time she did kiss me. Not a long kiss, and her lips stayed closed, but a nice little kiss, right on my mouth.

She gave me the $60 and said next time she would try to give me more. I assured her that was plenty. Then I called my mom, and a few minutes later we were on our way home.

“So, how was it?” Mommy asked. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, it was fine, definitely. I like Chelsea, um, and I like Dana too. She’s nice.”

“She seems to be.” My mother patted my leg.

We rode the rest of the way in silence. I was thinking about Dana, of course, about the way she’d hugged me and the quick little kiss she’d given me. I was also thinking about Chelsea and the long wet kiss we had shared.

That was so amazing, the little girl kissing me that way. It was like a dream. Maybe that’s why I didn’t say anything to my mom about it that night, because it seemed like something that couldn’t actually have happened in real life. Maybe I wouldn’t believe it myself unless it happened again.

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