Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

It had been a really busy week for our mother. Twice she’d had to stay late at the office, and every night she lugged home a briefcase full of papers to study. She told us she was in the middle of another big case, a lawsuit involving wrongful deaths at a factory or something. I didn’t really understand it, but Kate seemed interested, asking Mommy lots of questions about it.

Anyway, our mom was kind of distracted, so Kate and I didn’t get to have as much fun with her in bed that week as we usually would. We masturbated with her a couple of times, but not every night. On Friday, of course, I went to Dana’s to babysit for them, and I definitely had a good time there.

When Chelsea and her mom brought me home that evening at about 9:30, Kate was still up, naturally, and Molly was too. They were on the sofa with Mommy, watching the end of Singin’ in the Rain. Molly was on our mother’s lap. I sat down beside them to enjoy the last scene. What a great movie that is.

At the triumphant kiss and fade to black, we all sighed happily. Mommy turned off the TV. She laid her head on the back of the sofa, closing her eyes. “What a week this has been. I’m glad it’s over.”

“Will next week be busy too?” I asked.

“No, it shouldn’t be, not nearly as bad. I finished up the final draft of our filing today. Once that’s submitted, we’ll wait for a response. It’s likely I’ll have at least a few days now to catch my breath.” Her eyes were still closed.

“That’s good.”

I paused. I wanted to say something about Molly, about the important conversation we were supposed to have with her. I wanted to suggest we have the discussion then — but I didn’t, mostly because my mom seemed so worn out that night. I waited to see what would happen next.

Nothing happened. After a few minutes, Kate got up from the sofa and went upstairs. No one had said anything else. It looked like our mother might fall asleep with Molly on her lap. Molly’s eyes were closed too. I went up to my room and got into bed.

* * *

The next night, Saturday, I had a babysitting job at Elaine’s. Mommy dropped me off at 7:30. I took care of Britney and Justin, playing with them for about an hour before getting them ready for bed. Then I had some time to myself, a lot of time. Elaine had told me she’d be back around 12:30 or 1:00.

I fussed around for a while, picking up some of her magazines and leafing through them, checking in the kitchen for snacks, turning on the TV and surfing aimlessly around the channels, but soon turning it off.

Then I went to the phone, which had a cordless receiver. I took it back to the couch and sat down, reaching into my backpack and digging out my secret notebook. I found Dana’s phone number and punched it in. After a few rings, she answered.

“Hello?”

“Hi, um, Dana?”

“Julie? Hey, how are you?”

“Good. I just, um, I was babysitting at, you know, at Elaine’s, and I just thought I’d call and say hi.”

“Oh, how nice. I was thinking about you today.”

“You were?”

“Yeah, I, when I put away that dress I was wearing, you know, the little polka dot one?”

“Uh-huh.”

She giggled, “It was really fun putting that on for you and stuff. I haven’t worn it in such a long time.”

“Yeah, it was fun. But, um, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, of course.”

“Well, maybe you don’t want to tell me, but I was curious how come you have a dress like that… I mean, it’s like a costume or something, isn’t it?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Julie, it’s a long story. It really is. I’ll tell you about it sometime, but I’m not sure I want to go into that now.”

Dana paused. I thought she might add something else then, but she didn’t. So, I said, “Okay, so, um, what are you guys doing tonight?”

“Nothing special. Chelsea’s playing in her room. It’s almost time for her to get ready for bed, I guess. Except…” She paused again.

“Yeah?”

“Well,” her voice got quiet, “I think I’m going to have her sleep with me in my bed again tonight. Do you think that’s bad?”

“No. Why would it be bad?”

“I don’t know. But…”

Another long pause. When she spoke again, it was in a husky voice. “What are you wearing, Julie?”

I was taken aback. But I answered, “Um, like, jeans and a t-shirt.”

“Are you wearing panties or a bra?”

“Yeah, both.”

“I wish I could see you,” she panted. “I want to see you naked.”

Suddenly I realized what was going on. Dana was masturbating while we talked on the phone!

“Are you — are you playing with yourself?” I asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“Wow. Um, what are you wearing?”

“Just a t-shirt and panties. No bra.”

“What color panties?”

“Oh, uh, they’re flowered. White with flowers. And they’re tiny panties. They hardly cover anything.”

“Nice.”

I had my jeans open now, my hand inside my own undies. “Is your pussy wet?” I asked.

“Uh-huh, very wet. I was thinking about you earlier today too. This morning when I put that dress away. I remembered the way you looked in my underwear. You’re so sexy. I got Chelsea and I had her kiss me and we talked about you.”

“You did?” That was really hot, hearing that Dana and her little girl had been kissing each other while they talked about me. I rubbed my clit faster.

“We were on my bed. She was kissing me and I asked her if she liked kissing you, and I was touching myself, Julie, I was masturbating while my daughter kissed me.”

“I’m masturbating right now, Dana. I’m rubbing my clit. It’s getting big and hard and it feels so good.”

“Yeah? I wish I could see you. Tell me more about it.”

“Okay. So, right now I’m reaching up under my shirt so I can touch my tits. I’m, uh, pushing my bra up, out of the way, and feeling my nipples. Ooh, it’s nice. I love touching my nipples. It makes me wet.”

“Yeah, me too. My nipples are so hard. I wish you… I wish you could kiss them.”

“I’d like that. But do you, um, do you ever have Chelsea kiss them?”

“No, I — do you think I should?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

Licking my fingers, I rubbed the wetness over the ends of my nipples. It made my clit tingle. Then I told her, “Sometimes I kiss my mom’s nipples.”

“Do you?”

“Uh-huh. She likes that.”

“God, that’s so hot. Tell me more about it.”

“She, you know, I told you that I kiss her, right? The way you kiss Chelsea?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And she rubs her clit while I kiss her. And then she holds her boobs in her hands and she pinches her nipples and asks me to kiss them.”

“Oh my god. Ooh, jesus, I’m getting close.”

“Are you? What are you gonna do if Chelsea comes out and sees you?”

“Nothing. She’s seen me before.”

“Do you like having her watch you?”

“Yeah, I do. I do.” She was breathing very hard.

“I love watching my mom masturbate. She puts her fingers inside and fucks herself.”

“Does she?”

“Uh-huh. And then, and then after she comes, she’ll take her fingers out and let me taste her.”

“Oh my god Julie — I — EEAHH!!”

I waited for a minute, listening to her climax. I wasn’t quite there myself, but I kept rubbing my clit. It was really exciting to know that she was having an orgasm on the other end of the phone. I’d never done anything like this before.

Finally she was able to speak again. “God that was… god that was hot,” she panted. “My pussy’s so wet, it’s just… mmm…”

I heard slurping sounds, like she was sucking her fingers. I rubbed my clit faster. “Dana?”

“Yeah?”

“I want to make myself come.”

“Okay.”

“And, um, I want you to tell me about kissing your daughter while you were, uh, while you guys were talking about me.”

“Okay, I, we were on my bed, and she was laying on top of me. I was, I was in a robe, just a robe, nothing else. She was kissing me. She was laying on top of me. Chelsea was kissing me.”

Dana was breathing very fast. I was sure she’d started masturbating again.

“Were you playing with yourself?”

“Yeah, I was. I do that a lot. When my daughter sleeps in my bed and kisses me, I rub my clit and make myself come.”

“That’s hot.”

“I know.”

“But, do you ever… um, do you ever want to have her touch you? I mean, feel how you’re touching yourself.”

“I don’t know, I — oh god, I’m getting close again.”

“Dana?”

“Huh?”

“Wait for me, okay? Can you wait until I’m ready? I want us to come at the same time.”

“Okay… okay…” she took a deep breath, apparently slowing her movements.

“I’m sorry. I just, I really want us to come together, you know?”

“I know. I want that too.”

“Tell me more about kissing Chelsea.”

“Okay. She’s so, she so pretty and cute, and she loves kissing me. We started doing that, I don’t know, last year sometime, last fall. I was lonely and she was so cute and pretty, and so I showed her how girls kiss each other. She liked it a lot and now we do it all the time.”

“I like kissing her too.” I slid a finger up inside my vagina. I was very wet and very tight. It made me groan.

“Are you getting close?” she asked.

“Not yet. It feels good, but, like, I mean, I’ve never done this before, on the phone. I’m sort of nervous about it.”

“What can I do to help you?”

“Do you really want to?” I suddenly had an inspiration, a very dirty idea.

“Sure I do.”

“Go get Chelsea. I want you to kiss her while you’re talking to me on the phone.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Just a minute.”

It got quiet. I waited, still rubbing my clit.

A minute later, I heard their voices approaching, and then the sound of the handset being picked up.

“Julie?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay, I’m back.” Then she said to Chelsea. “It’s Miss Julie. Say hi to her.”

“Hi, Miss Julie!” Chelsea’s excited little voice.

“Hi, honey!”

“Mommy says you want me to kiss her.”

“Yeah, I do.”

Now I was definitely getting excited. It was one thing to masturbate with a woman on the other end of the phone, but quite another thing to masturbate while talking to a 7-year-old girl!

Chelsea didn’t say anything else. I heard soft moans and some smacking sounds. They were kissing. A mother and her young daughter were kissing each other, using their tongues, and they were doing it for me.

I closed my eyes, visualizing the scene. I knew that Dana was wearing just a t-shirt and a tiny pair of panties. I wasn’t sure what Chelsea had on. I wanted to find out.

“Dana?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s Chelsea wearing?”

“Um, shorts and a tank top.The top is striped, pink and white. Her little shorts are red and very tight.”

I rubbed myself faster as I pictured her. “Can you, um, can you take off her shirt?”

“Take off her tank top?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

I heard the phone being put down, and then Dana’s voice. “Let’s take off your top.”

She picked up the phone. “Okay, her shirt is off.”

“Now touch her nipples.”

“What?”

“Play with her nipples for me. And talk to me while you’re doing it.”

“Okay. Um, I’m rubbing my fingers on her nipples. They’re so little and cute. They’re getting stiff while I touch them.”

“Kiss them.”

“What??” she giggled.

“Kiss your daughter’s nipples, Dana.”

“All right. Mmm…” I heard two wet smacks. I heard Chelsea laughing. Then I heard more moans, more heavy breathing. They were kissing again.

“Dana?”

A pause. “Yeah?” she panted.

“Take off your t-shirt, and let me talk to Chelsea.”

“Okay.”

“Miss Julie?” It was Chelsea’s voice.

“Hi, honey.”

“My mom is taking off her shirt.”

“Good. Can you see her nipples?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Are they big and hard?”

“I guess.”

“Do you want to touch them for me? And tell me what they feel like?”

“Yeah, okay.” A short pause. “Yeah, they do, they feel real hard.”

“Do you want to kiss them? The way your mommy kissed your nipples?”

“Okay.”

“But Chelsea?”

“Yeah?”

“Let me talk to your mom again while you kiss her nipples, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Hi,” Dana said.

“Hi. Tell me what she’s doing.”

“She’s touching my nipple, um, playing with it. It feels really nice. Now she’s leaning down and kissing it. Mmm, god, yes… now the other one. She’s kissing that one.”

“Tell her to do it with her tongue. To kiss your nipple with her tongue, like she kisses your mouth.”

“Chelsea?” Dana said softly. “Can you kiss mommy’s nipples the way you kiss my mouth? Using your tongue, I mean?”

Apparently she did. Dana sighed heavily. “Oh my god…”

“Dana?”

“Yeah?”

“After Chelsea finishes kissing your nipples, take off your panties — no, I want her to do it. Have Chelsea take off your panties.”

“Wow. Um, all right. She’s still kissing my nipples. She seems to like it a lot.”

I heard the little girl giggle, “Yeah, I do.”

“Now, uh, Miss Julie wants you to take off my panties. Okay?”

“Okay, Mommy.”

There were a few more seconds of rustling sounds. Then Dana told me, “Okay, my panties are off. I’m naked.”

“Take off Chelsea’s shorts and her undies. I want you both naked. And I’ll get naked too, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

I heard her put down the phone, and I did the same. I quickly pulled my t-shirt over my head and off, then undid my bra and dropped it to the floor.  I tugged my panties and jeans down all at once. Now all I had on was my socks. I took them off too, and I was naked.

Picking up the phone again, I swung my feet up onto the couch. I leaned against the cushioned arm, spreading my legs, putting a hand between my legs, rubbing my clit.

“Dana?”

No response. I waited and masturbated. For half a second I wondered what I would do if Elaine came home unexpectedly or if one of the kids got out of bed and came to find me, but I quickly dismissed those concerns. I didn’t care.

“Okay, I’m back.” Dana sounded breathless. “We’re both naked.”

“Good. So am I. I’m rubbing my clit.”

“Are you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I wish I could see you.”

“I wish you could too.”

“Mmmm…”

“What are you doing now?” I asked.

“Rubbing myself.”

“Is Chelsea watching you?”

“Yeah, she is.”

“Good. Okay, so, now I really want to come. I want to have an orgasm but I want to do it at the same time as you. While Chelsea is watching. All right?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell me what you’re doing.”

“I’m rubbing my clit. Um, my legs are spread open. Chelsea is touching my nipple and watching me masturbate.”

“Is she naked too?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to touch her pussy?”

“I… I shouldn’t…”

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“I have.”

“What?”

“I’ve touched her pussy. One night in bed, while I was telling her a story. She touched my pussy and I touched hers.”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh.” It was so exciting to let Dana know about that.

“Wow…”

“Tell her to kiss your nipple again while you masturbate,” I said.

“Okay,” she whispered, adding, “Chelsea, honey, can you kiss Mommy’s titties again? With your tongue?”

I could feel a warm swirling inside my belly. My climax was approaching. “I’m getting close,” I told her.

“Are you? I am too.”

“Tell me when you’re almost ready to come.”

“Okay, I will.”

Holding the phone between my shoulder and my ear, I put my other hand between my legs, sliding a finger up inside my vagina. I was right on the edge. “Dana?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m ready.”

“Okay… just… just… I…” She gasped, “Julie — I — ahhh!!!”

That was all I needed.

The sounds of Dana’s orgasm, knowing that she was climaxing as her 7-year-old daughter kissed and licked her nipples, that was plenty for me. I groaned loudly, trying to not wake the kids but unable to stay really quiet. My thighs clamped together around my hands. The receiver slipped from my shoulder and fell to the carpet. I panted and moaned. Hot juices leaked between my fingers, dribbling onto Elaine’s couch.

It was a long orgasm. It seemed like I just kept coming again and again. I was so wet, totally gushing. I knew I was going to leave a stain on the sofa. But I didn’t care about that. I squeezed my legs together, pushing my finger deeper inside my cunt. I hoped Dana could hear me, even though the phone was on the floor.

After I don’t know how long, I finally finished. Still breathing heavily, I relaxed my thighs, freeing my hands. I reached down for the receiver, picking it up with wet fingers, getting my juices all over it. “Dana?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I panted.

“Are you sure? I didn’t know what happened to you.”

“It’s okay,” I giggled. “I just had a really long, and, you know, a super powerful orgasm.”

“Wow. A noisy one too.”

“Was it?”

“Yes! Did Elaine’s kids wake up?”

“I don’t think so.” I sat up and leaned over the back of the sofa, looking up the stairs. Everything was quiet. “No, it’s okay.”

“Good. Mmm…”

I heard kissing sounds. Apparently she and Chelsea were still going at it.

“How about you?” I asked. “Was it a good one?”

“Yeah,” she giggled, “it really was. It’s time for her to go to bed now, though. You want to say goodnight to her?”

“Sure.”

Her little voice came on. “G’night, Miss Julie.”

“Goodnight, sweetie. Give your mommy a big kiss for me, okay?”

“Okay, I will.”

“All right,” said Dana. “Thanks for calling me. That was fun.”

“Okay, goodnight — um, wait, Dana?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you say you were going to have Chelsea sleep with you tonight? In your bed?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay. And, so, do you think you’ll kiss her some more?”

“Probably. Yeah, I’m sure I will.”

“All right. That’s what I thought. So, that’ll give me something to think about when I masturbate again tonight.”

“Ooh, nice. Okay, and I’ll be thinking about you too. Goodnight, sweetie.” She gave me a kiss over the phone.

I returned the kiss, said goodnight, and put down the receiver. Getting to my feet, I looked at the couch. There was a big wet spot where I’d been sitting. I leaned over and smelled it. Pussy juice. I hoped it would dry and go away before Elaine got home.

By the time she came in, at almost 1:30 AM, the spot was indeed gone. I was fully dressed and ready to leave. I’d masturbated once more in the meantime, giving myself another nice orgasm, but this time in an armchair with a towel underneath me.

Elaine gave me $100, I called my mom, and soon I was back home. It was very late and we were both tired, so she gave me a kiss and we went to our separate rooms. I fell asleep right away, dreaming about little girls kissing their mothers.

Continue on to Chapter 80

By Naughty Mommy

As it turned out, we didn’t have a dinner table conversation that night about sex, about the four of us — our whole family including Molly — joining together in a feast of lesbian incest. We didn’t talk about that with her until almost two weeks later, in fact. But when we finally did, it was so awesome…

First, though, there is something else I have to tell you about.

Friday night at 7:00, my mom dropped me off at the Frederiksen’s. She waited as she would always do while I went up to the door, and then smiled and waved at Dana before driving away.

When I went inside, I was delighted to discover that Dana and Chelsea, mother and daughter, were dressed in identical outfits. It was so cute! As the months went by, I would learn that this was something they often did, but this was my first time seeing them that way.

Both were in short white canvas skirts along with blue and white striped tank tops and white tennis shoes. The outfits had the effect of emphasizing how flat Dana’s chest was, nearly as flat as Chelsea’s. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which she really didn’t need anyway, of course. The woman’s breasts were nothing more than slight mounds, although her nipples were quite long and pointed out stiffly through the thin material of her top.

Chelsea jumped into my arms, giving me a big kiss on the lips.

Dana laughed happily. “She loves you so much. She talks about you all the time, Julie, when you’re not here. Did you know that I have to tell her a story now every night before she goes to bed? I can’t read her a story, I have to tell her one… and she always wants them to be naughty stories too, like the ones you’ve told her.”

I blushed, wondering just how much Chelsea had said to her mother about the stories I’d invented for her — including things like a little girl kissing her mom’s pussy! Dana wasn’t scolding me at all, though. If she knew about the kinds of racy stories I’d told her daughter, it didn’t seem to bother her one bit.

As I put Chelsea down and she started dragging me to her room to play with her, Dana said, “I won’t be gone very long tonight. I’m just meeting a friend for a drink or two.”

“Okay,” I called behind me as we went through Chelsea’s door.

Following us into the room, Dana added, “Chelsea and I already had our dinner. You can give her a snack later, if she wants one, and you can have whatever you want, of course.”

She crouched beside us as Chelsea and I sat on the floor to play with her dolls. Dana’s slim legs were wide apart. I could easily see her powder blue underwear. She knew very well that I was looking up her skirt. She smiled warmly at me, that dazzling smile I loved. I felt a stirring in my crotch as my gaze went from her pretty face to her panty-covered pussy.

I was in a skirt too. The previous times when I’d babysat for them I’d had jeans on, but this time I’d decided to wear a little skirt. That way, if I wanted to masturbate later, it would be easy. Just pull up my skirt and take off my undies.

Except now it seemed Dana would only be out for a little while and I wouldn’t have any time alone to play with myself. Of course, there might be even more exciting things to do after Dana got home. In anticipation of that, I shifted my position on the floor, leaning on an elbow and pulling up a knee so Chelsea’s mom — and Chelsea too — could get a good look at my pink panties.

The little girl didn’t seem to notice, but Dana did. She stared between my legs, licking her lips. I let my hand slide onto my chest, casually fingering my erect nipple through my t-shirt. I was braless.

“Like I said, I’ll be back early, maybe around 9:00 or so,” Dana said slowly, her eyes never leaving my crotch. “Don’t worry about putting her to bed tonight. You and I will do that together when I get home, all right?”

“Okay,” I nodded, becoming even more aroused. I was sure that when Dana suggested we could put her daughter to bed together, she meant much more than that.

A few minutes later, she left, giving both of us, Chelsea and me, nice long kisses on the lips as she departed. Then the little girl and I went back to her bedroom to play with her dolls some more. After a half-hour or so, Chelsea had another idea.

“Can we do dress-up again?” she asked me, her big blue eyes shining.

“Is that what you want to do?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded eagerly.

“Okay.”

We got up and put all the dolls away, then went to her mother’s bedroom. This time Chelsea said she wanted to try on underwear only, maybe some sexy pairs of panties or her mom’s little bras. And she wanted me to do the same.

God, I was getting so turned on. I was really looking forward to when Dana returned, of course, but now I also was excited about seeing her daughter take off her clothes and put on naughty grownup lingerie.

We picked out some underthings, a hot pink thong for Chelsea along with a tiny pink bra. For me, the little girl selected a transparent white bra, a white garter belt, and a pair of sheer white stockings.

“What about undies?” I asked.

“Uh-uh. When my mom wears that for me, she never has any undies on.”

Wow, I thought to myself, picturing the scene in my mind. This was some hot mother and daughter!

Chelsea sat on the floor, pulling off her tennis shoes and her little white socks. She tugged the tank top over her head and tossed it away. I knelt beside the young blonde, watching her get naked. She stood up and I helped her unzip the canvas skirt. She let it drop to the floor and stepped out of it, then quickly pulled down her panties, and she was nude.

As she picked up the pink thong from the floor, I stopped her for a moment.

“Just… just let me look at you.” I put my hands on her hips, turning her toward me.

I was sitting on the floor, my eyes at a level with Chelsea’s waist. I held her there in front of me, staring at her naked little girl vulva. Her labia were puffy and smooth, not a trace of hair anywhere.

“Do you remember,” I began, my voice trembling slightly, “the story I told you, where there was, they had a magic kiss on the… on the pussy lips?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, apparently not embarrassed in the least by having me look at her that way.

Without saying anything else, I leaned slowly in, bringing my lips to her vulva. I kissed her very gently, very softly. Her skin was smooth and warm, lightly scented with — I don’t know, not with perfume, but with the scent of a little girl, and maybe, possibly, also a hint of pussy juice? Perhaps I was only imagining it, probably that’s all it was. But as I kissed her puffy labia, I could swear I smelled something that made me think she was getting wet inside. I know I was wet, that’s for sure.

I held the kiss for just a moment, keeping my lips on her lips, breathing in, before pulling away and looking up at her. She was smiling.

“Not quite magic,” I giggled, “but very nice.”

“Yeah,” she agreed.

“Would you, um, would you like to kiss me the same way?”

“Okay.”

After quickly removing my shoes, I stood and unzipped my skirt, taking it off and laying it on Dana’s bed. Then I pulled down my panties and stepped out of them. Because I continued shaving my pubic hair every few days, my crotch was as smooth and bare as Chelsea’s. Mine, however, was definitely wet. It had showed inside my pink panties, and I could also see a glimmer of moisture on my pussy lips. I wondered what the little girl would think about that.

She looked at me. I pulled off my t-shirt, and now I was naked too. Chelsea’s eyes went up to my breasts. My nipples were hard.

I sat on the bed, spreading my legs. I tried to recall the exact words I had used when I told her the story. Then I remembered.

“Chelsea, will you please kiss my lips?”

The lovely child nodded to me, grinning as she recognized the wording. Looking back down at my vulva, she giggled, then moved closer, placing her hands on my knees. She leaned forward. Her mouth was approaching my pussy lips. I held my breath.

She kissed me. Chelsea kissed my pussy. It wasn’t a long kiss, and her mouth was closed, but it gave me an electric thrill. A tremor rippled through my body. “Yes,” I whispered, more to myself than to her.

Chelsea stepped back. She licked her lips. Was she tasting my pussy juice?

I shivered again with excitement. God, I wanted this little girl so much. But it was still too soon for me to make that kind of move. What we had done so far was plenty, for now anyway.

“Thank you,” I smiled.

Then I retrieved the white bra she’d chosen for me and began putting it on. Chelsea picked up the hot pink thong from the floor. She stepped into it and pulled it snugly up. It clung to her little pussy lips, leaving a clear outline of her tempting cleft.

“Can you do this for me, Miss Julie?” she asked as she slipped the straps of the stretchy pink bra over her shoulders.

“Sure.”

She turned around and I fastened the clasp on the back of the bra. Then she watched as I slowly pulled the sheer white stockings on, one at a time, smoothing them over my legs. I loved the way they made me look so grownup and sexy.

Standing up, I put the garter belt around my waist, hooking it, and then attached the straps to the top of the stockings. When I was done, I asked, “Do you want to find shoes?”

“Okay.”

We went to the closet. Dana’s feet were actually a smaller size than mine, so I couldn’t fit into her regular shoes. But she did have some backless white high-heeled sandals that went perfectly with my outfit. For Chelsea, we selected a shiny pair of red pumps with spike heels. The little girl slipped them on, and again I was surprised how easily she walked in them.

Holding hands, we admired our reflections in the full-length mirror. It was kind of amusing to see that little bra on Chelsea’s flat chest. But what really excited me was how the garter belt and the stockings framed my shaved pussy. God, it was so hot. My clit was tingling.

Then I heard the front door open. I looked at the clock beside the bed. It was not yet 8:30, and Dana was already home!

“Chelsea?” she called.

“We’re in here, Mommy!”

I didn’t know what to do. I was standing with a 7-year-old girl in her mother’s bedroom, both of us in skimpy, sexy underwear. There was no way I could change back into my other clothes before Dana saw us. Would she be angry? Maybe not, but you never know.

Her footsteps came down the hall. My heart was pounding. Chelsea and I were holding hands, looking toward the door. Dana came in.

“Hi, Mommy,” Chelsea grinned.

“Hi, honey.” Dana put her purse on the bed, gazing at the two of us. “Don’t you look cute!”

“We were playing dress-up,” the child announced.

“Yes, I can see that.” Dana’s eyes were on my exposed crotch.

I still felt terribly nervous. So far, everything seemed to be fine. Dana was taking it all in stride, acting as though there was nothing unusual about finding the 12-year-old babysitter half-naked in her bedroom with her young daughter. But was that only for Chelsea’s sake? Once we were alone, would Dana tell me off?

She was smiling at us, her hands on her hips. “Can I play the game too?”

“Yeah!” Chelsea enthused. “Whadda you wanna wear?”

“Well,” she began slowly, “since you two are wearing grownup clothes, maybe I should dress like a little girl.”

“Okay!” Chelsea giggled. I smiled too, starting to relax just a bit.

We followed Dana to her daughter’s room. Opening the chest of drawers, she took out a pair of plain white cotton panties and a white cotton bralette. She also found some frilly white ankle socks.

Without saying anything, but giving us a wink, she returned to her own bedroom. Chelsea and I trailed along behind, holding hands. In the closet, Dana got up on a stool, reaching for a box on a high shelf and taking it down.

She put the box on the bed and opened it. There was a dress inside. She took it out and held it up. The dress was short and frilly, with princess sleeves. It was white with blue polka dots and had a blue satin ribbon around the waist. It looked like the kind of dress a 4-year-old girl might wear, except it was sized for a woman, a tiny woman, that is, like Dana.

“Wow, that’s pretty,” Chelsea said. “I haven’t seen that one before, Mommy.”

“I haven’t worn this in a long time…” Dana mused. She looked at it for several moments, seeming to be lost in a memory. Then she let out a sigh, laid the dress over the box, and began to take off her clothes.

Chelsea and I watched as Dana pulled off her tank top, then unzipped and removed her skirt. Sitting on the bed, she took off her shoes and socks. All she was wearing now was a pair of light blue hipster panties. She stood and slipped them down.

As Chelsea had said, the woman’s pussy was shaved completely smooth. Her golden blonde hair was up in a ponytail. With her flat chest and her slender hips, she looked extremely young, like a girl my age, or even younger.

I suddenly realized that I was touching myself. My hand was between my legs, lightly stroking my pussy. If either Chelsea or Dana had noticed what I was doing, neither of them said anything. I tried to pretend I was only scratching an itch (which I was, of course, ha-ha), and quickly took my hand away from my crotch.

Dana pulled her daughter’s little bralette over her head. It was a snug fit, but it worked. Then she stepped into the white cotton undies. Sitting on the bed again, she put on the white ankle socks.

Under the dress inside the box was a pair of Mary Jane shoes, black patent leather with round toes, low heels, and a strap over the instep. They were the kind a schoolgirl might wear. Dana put on the shoes, doing the straps, then stood and picked up the dress, stepping into it. She pulled it up, slipping her arms into the princess sleeves.

I noticed then that the back of the dress was split to the waist and had only one fastener, a simple snap at the top. That would make it very easy to remove if, for example, you were doing a strip-tease for someone. I wondered what that could mean.

After closing the dress behind her neck, Dana posed for us, standing with her feet apart, her toes pointed out, like a little girl. She giggled once and then turned around, hands on her hips, looking back at us over her shoulder. The polka dot dress was very short, barely covering her bottom.

Turning to face us again, she asked, “What do you think?”

“You look great, Mommy!” Chelsea told her.

Dana was smiling that glorious smile that always made me melt. And seeing her dressed that way, imitating a young child, well, it was just too much for me. I started rubbing my clit again.

This time, Dana definitely noticed what I was doing. She nodded and giggled as she looked at my crotch. That made Chelsea glance over at me too, and she smiled at what she saw.

Dana slowly lifted the hem of her dress, letting us see her underwear. She slipped a hand down inside the white panties and began masturbating. In a soft voice, she said, “I want to see you guys kiss.”

It suddenly occurred to me how similar this was to Molly’s slumber party — little girls getting a thrill from watching each other kiss. In that case, of course, it really was a group of young girls, 8 and 9 years old. With us, it was a 7-year-old, a 12-year-old, and a grownup! But Dana was dressed like a child, and even more than that, she resembled a child in many ways, both physically and emotionally.

“Sit on the bed, okay?”

Removing her hand from her panties, Dana took the box and set it on the floor. I sat down on the bed and Chelsea got on my lap. Dana pulled the little dress up once more, shoving the panties to her knees. I could see that her pussy was very wet. She started masturbating again. Chelsea watched her mom rubbing her pussy. She didn’t seem surprised or alarmed by it. I was certain she had seen it before, perhaps often.

The little blonde turned to me. She had a big grin on her face. I took her hand in mine and placed it over my breast, on the outside of the bra. Then I kissed her.

We kissed wetly, our mouths open, tongues teasing. Chelsea squeezed my breast. I pulled her close, my hand gripping her tiny bottom. She was so small, so young, so soft and warm. I moaned with desire for her as we kissed.

Someone else was moaning too. It was the little girl’s mother.

I’d closed my eyes when Chelsea and I started kissing, but now I opened them so I could see Dana. Her face was flushed and shiny with sweat. Her fingers moved rapidly between her legs. It looked like she was already getting close. I continued kissing Chelsea, but kept my eyes on Dana, watching her rub her clit. She saw me looking at her. Our eyes met. She nodded, licking her lips, and then she came.

“Ooh-ahh!!!” the woman squealed. Now her eyes were tightly shut, her face in a grimace. Her slim body shuddered with each spasm of her climax.

Chelsea broke the kiss when she heard the sound of her mother’s orgasm. She turned to see. Dana was still moving her fingers between her legs, making herself come again and again. I slipped my hand under the little bra Chelsea was wearing, finding her nipples and playing with them as we sat and watched.

Finally Dana was finished. She lifted her hand to her mouth, licking her wet fingers. She looked at us, smiling shyly, giggling as she tasted herself.

“Can, I, um —” I began hoarsely. I was really turned on, as you might expect. Clearing my throat, I started again, “Can I see you guys kiss now?”

“Me and Chelsea?” Dana asked, her blue eyes twinkling.

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay!”

Dana pulled the white cotton panties back up as Chelsea slid off my lap. Then they sat side by side on the bed, and I stood up, facing them.

What an arousing sight that was: a grownup woman, 27 years old, dressed like a little girl, sitting next to a child, her daughter, who was wearing an adult bra and thong. I put a hand between my legs and fingered my clit as I watched them starting to kiss.

This was the second time I’d seen them kissing that way. It was obviously something they did a lot, something they both enjoyed very much. Chelsea was sitting half on Dana’s lap, her small legs hooked over her mother’s thigh. Dana pulled the girl close to her and kissed her wetly, her lips apart, sucking and playing with her tongue. Chelsea was just as aggressive, pressing her body against her mom’s, shoving her tongue into her mouth. They moaned as they kissed, and I moaned as I watched them.

It didn’t take me very long. Within only a minute or two I was almost ready to come. Still rubbing my clit, I stepped closer to them. I leaned in, bringing my face right next to their sexy mouths.

Their eyes were closed. Dana must have sensed that I was there, though. She turned and saw me. Without saying a word, she put her lips on mine and kissed me, sliding her tongue into my mouth. I was right on the edge of a climax. The moment that Dana pulled away, Chelsea was there, kissing me the same way. Soon we were all three kissing at once as I masturbated. And then I came.

God, it was incredibly hot — such a great orgasm! Of course, they’re all great, but I always love my first time with someone new. Somehow I managed to keep kissing them both while I climaxed, and I also was able to remain standing up, even though my legs were very shaky. But Dana had a hand on my hip, steadying me.

As my orgasm ended, I started to giggle. I’m not sure why, but I did. And then it caught on. Dana began laughing too, and so did Chelsea. They fell back onto the bed and I fell on top of them. We kissed and giggled and hugged for another few minutes. We were all three sweaty and happy and excited.

I thought something else might happen, something more than just kissing and masturbating. But it didn’t. As we finished kissing, all of us still breathing heavily, Dana smiled at her daughter. “So, what do you think?” she chuckled. “Do you like your new babysitter?”

“Yeah, I do,” Chelsea giggled.

Dana’s beautiful blue eyes looked up into mine. “I do too,” she said softly. “I like you very much, Julie.”

The way she said that made me melt inside. Impulsively, I kissed her again, hard and full on the mouth. I wanted to do so much more with her right then and with Chelsea too. I wanted to do everything. But Dana wasn’t quite ready for that yet.

I could tell that we’d gone as far as she was willing to go, at least for the time being. As I lifted my lips from Dana’s, I slid slowly off the bed and got to my feet. Chelsea and her mom sat up. We grinned at each other for a minute. Then Dana said, “Okay, so, can you come back again next Friday?”

“Sure,” I nodded.

It struck me how odd this situation was, what a surprising scene it would be for someone who didn’t know anything about us. A woman dressed like a pre-schooler, a second-grader dressed like a grownup, and a 12-year-old girl wearing stockings and a garter belt but no undies, her pussy exposed. It looked like a freaky underage lesbian orgy, and it almost was that. Almost, but not quite. Maybe next time, I hoped.

My clothes were scattered on the floor. I picked them up and took them into Chelsea’s bedroom to change. After returning the lingerie to Dana’s room, putting it back where I’d found it, I went out to the living room.

Chelsea and her mom were waiting for me. Dana was still wearing the blue and white polka dot dress, very short, with the frilly ankle socks and the Mary Jane shoes. I was in my skirt and t-shirt and tennis shoes again. Chelsea had removed the little bra. All she had on now was her mother’s hot pink thong. It made my clit tingle to see her that way.

The two of them acted almost as if nothing at all had happened that night, like this was a normal Friday evening with the babysitter. What an amazing pair they were.

“I’ll drive you home, okay?” Dana proposed. “Since Chelsea’s still up. That way your mom won’t have to go out.”

“Um, okay, sure. Thank you.”

I was certain that Dana would go in and change out of her sexy costume before we left, but she didn’t. She did tell Chelsea to put on a t-shirt, but that was all. The little blonde ran to her room, coming back half a minute later in a tight-fitting shirt that didn’t come close to covering her bottom. She was also wearing flip-flops. Dana just smiled and shrugged, and we walked out of the apartment that way.

Continue on to Chapter 79

By Naughty Mommy

I awoke to the feel of covers being pulled back on the bed, someone else getting in.

I was in Kate’s bed with her. She was still asleep. It was dark, the middle of the night, and the person getting in with us was our mom, of course.

Even in the dim light, I could easily sense her animal arousal. I heard her panting and I could smell her sexual aroma, the strong scent of her pussy mixed with her alluring perfume. Our mother was kneeling between us, looking down at our nude bodies. She was naked, and she was masturbating.

“Little girls, hot little girls,” she murmured, vigorously rubbing her clit. She crawled slowly forward, toward my sister. Kate began to wake up.

“Lick my cunt, Katie,” our mother whispered. “Lick Mommy’s cunt.”

She positioned herself over Kate’s face, spreading her lips with her fingers, then lowering her wet pussy onto my sister’s mouth. Without saying a word, Kate complied. She put her hands on Mommy’s bottom, pulling her in. She closed her eyes and began licking our mother’s clit.

I was lying in the dark, next to them, watching all this. Sliding a hand between my legs, I began to masturbate.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” Mommy panted, “so nice, so fucking goddamn nice!”

I got up on an elbow, leaning in closer to see better, still rubbing myself.

Before she’d entered the room, our mom must have been masturbating already. Perhaps she’d even made herself come, or at least had got very close. By the time she climbed in bed with us and crawled on top of Katie, she was right on the verge of a climax. It didn’t take her long after that.

Holding my sister’s head in her hands, she said, “Come on your face, come on your face, I’m gonna come on your face!!” And then she did.

Enough light was coming in through the window that I could see the glimmer of our mother’s love juices as they flowed out of her cunt and dribbled down over Kate’s cheeks. Kate tried to swallow as much as she could, but Mommy was really gushing. I could definitely smell it. Maybe that’s what put me over the top. I hadn’t been masturbating for long at that point, but seeing this, and smelling it, made me come very quickly.

While I was still climaxing, and when my mom had barely finished hers, suddenly she clambered over on top of me, roughly pushing me down on my back, pinning me to the bed, straddling my face, dropping her hot wet pussy onto my mouth. She held my head tightly in her hands, ramming her cunt between my open lips, fucking my face. I tried to lick her, but it wasn’t easy and I don’t think she needed that anyway. It was as though she hadn’t really even stopped coming from when Kate had licked her, and now just rubbing her cunt against my mouth made her orgasm go on and on and on.

I couldn’t breathe very well. I was nearly smothered beneath my mom’s pussy lips. It was rough, almost brutal, it even hurt a little, but at the same time it was glorious — my mother wanted me so much she couldn’t control herself!

“Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!” she kept crying as she rode my mouth. I thought maybe I could hear Kate climaxing too, that perhaps she was masturbating while she watched us, reaching a quick climax of her own, but it was hard to know for sure.

Finally my mom was finished. A few last shudders, a few more spasms of her cunt in my mouth, hot juices flowing out of her vagina, spilling onto my cheeks.

Slowly she drew away, her beautiful body trembling, glowing with sweat, her pussy still dripping. She brought her mouth to mine, kissing me wetly, tasting herself on my lips. She pulled Katie over and kissed her too. We merged in a feverish three-way kiss. Soon I felt Mommy’s hand reaching between my legs. She was rubbing my clit, then looking for my opening. She slid a finger up inside me. She was fucking me. I could tell from Kate’s reaction that she was doing to same to her.

Our mother brought us both that way, kissing us while she fucked our little vaginas with her fingers. We each had a climax, Kate first, then me soon after. But Mommy still wasn’t done.

She moved down lower on the bed and began licking us both, going back and forth, fingering us, rubbing us, licking and sucking our clits. Kate and I held hands, side by side, looking into each other’s eyes, sometimes kissing — sisters 10 years old and 12 years old, having sex with their mom — just thinking about that was almost enough by itself to give me an orgasm. Mommy’s tongue and fingers did the rest.

I came first this time, loudly and wetly, crying out, clenching my thighs together around my mother’s head while squeezing Katie’s hand. When I was done and let Mommy go, she immediately shifted over to my sister, sucking her clit then fucking her with her tongue, and soon Kate exploded in her mouth.

That was all for that night, but it was plenty!

Mommy kissed us a few more times, her lips and ours coated with pussy juice from all three of us mingled together. She whispered goodnight, told us she loved us, then silently left the room. I stayed with Kate, sleeping in her little bed, cuddling close to my sister, feeling warm and happy and content, the luckiest girl in the world.

* * *

The next day, Sunday, Molly was invited to a birthday party. Kate and I asked if we could go along for the ride that afternoon when Mommy drove her over there. We were thinking the same thing, I’m sure, hoping we’d get a chance to see some of the hot moms of the little girls, and maybe some of their sisters too. And we did.

The party was for Riley, who was turning 9. We all went up to the door together, and Riley’s mother, Paula, asked us to come inside. I’d met her only once before, at Molly’s sleepover. I remembered thinking she was hot then, and now she seemed even hotter than before.

She was a blonde, about 5’4” and very slim, with an upturned nose, crinkly blue eyes, and a wide mouth. Paula was older than our mom, maybe around 40, but so sexy. She was in a cute yellow dress that came to about mid-thigh, showing off her lovely tanned legs. The dress was sleeveless and very low cut in the back, making it obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I felt my pussy start to tingle as I looked at her.

I glanced at Kate, catching her eye. She raised her eyebrows slightly, enough to indicate that she was also very attracted to Paula.

Then we met Riley’s sister, Alexa, and oh my god! She was 16 years old, a total knockout, the cheerleader type with her long blonde hair in a ponytail. She was in a bikini, with a big loose-fitting tank top over it. Did I mention this was a pool party? It was. Although it was still April, the day was sunny and warm enough to make it work. I suddenly wished that I had been invited to the party myself. I would have loved to see all those little girls getting wet in the pool, not to mention Paula and Alexa!

I hadn’t been invited, though, and I didn’t think fast enough to offer to stay and help out. We left after ten minutes or so, but we were there long enough to see a couple more moms. One of them was only so-so. That was Abbie’s mother. But just as we were going out the door, Emily showed up, along with her mother, Theresa. I’d met Theresa a few times before, and I always looked forward to seeing her.

Theresa was in her mid-forties, I guessed, even older than Paula, but she was just so gorgeous. She looked like an actress, or maybe a former beauty contestant or something. A brunette with a perfect face, always smiling and friendly, she had big brown eyes and full lips. She was tall and slender, and every time I’d seen her, she was dressed very nicely, elegantly even.

The woman had class and beauty, and more than that, she had sex appeal. Her clothing not only was attractive, but intentionally alluring. Theresa knew she was hot, and she knew that you knew she was hot, and she enjoyed having you look at her. Even someone like me, a 12-year-old kid! Whenever her eyes met mine, I could tell that she wanted me to look at her, wanted me to think she was sexy. That’s how it felt to me, anyway.

My mom said a warm hello to Theresa, and they kissed each other’s cheeks. Her daughter ran inside to join the other kids. I wanted to follow Emily, wanted to spend more time with all the little girls, but we were leaving. As we walked out to our car, though, I turned for a quick look back at Theresa. She was standing on the front porch, chatting with Paula, but her eyes were following us. She saw me looking at her, and gave me a wink. That made my stomach feel all jumpy and excited.

In the car, I said, “Mommy, how well do you know Theres— I mean, Ms. Chandler?”

We’d been taught to always refer to adults by their last names unless we were invited by them to use their first names. But sometimes I would forget.

“Why do you ask, sweetie?”

“Well, I mean, she’s like totally sexy. Don’t you think? Have you ever, I mean, would you, like, be interested in her?”

“God, Julie…” Kate giggled from the back seat.

Our mother chuckled too. “Yes, I would. There are a lot of women I’d be interested in. But that doesn’t mean I can just have sex with everyone who attracts me.”

“Duh,” added Kate.

“I know, but, I mean, if you had the chance, you’d want to, right?”

“Yes…” Mommy nodded slowly.

“So, then, have you ever thought of, like, trying something? Maybe, I don’t know, ask her out to dinner or whatever?”

“Well, to begin with, she’s married.”

“Oh.”

I heard Kate snickering in the back.

“Of course, that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s impossible,” our mother continued. “I have, uh, been with married women a few times in my life. More than a few times, actually. But every situation is different.”

“So,” I persisted, “you think you could possibly do something someday with, um, with Ms. Chandler? Even though she’s married?”

“Sure, it’s possible, I suppose. Maybe not likely, but then you never know.”

“I really hope so. I like her. She’s so pretty and sexy.”

“Yes, she is.”

I thought for a minute, then asked, “And what about Paula?”

“You mean Ms. Crawford?” my mother corrected.

“Sorry, yeah, Ms. Crawford. Do you think she’s pretty?”

“Yes, I do…” she paused, then added, “and in her case, well, there are rumors that suggest she might be very interested in something like that.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, I probably shouldn’t listen to gossip at all, but sometimes things do get my attention. Like when I overheard someone say that Paula had been caught fooling around with her husband’s secretary, a young woman. Supposedly that’s why her husband left her. I understand they’ve been separated now for several months.”

“Huh.”

“And, if you believe the rumors, that was not the first time for her, for Paula, I mean. Apparently she has a history of bisexuality. And her husbands, for whatever reason, haven’t approved of it.”

“Husbands?” Kate asked from the back seat.

“Yes, the one she’s currently married to is her third. She’d been divorced twice before, from what I hear. Her two daughters, uh, Riley and Alexa, are actually half-sisters. That is, Alexa was fathered by the first husband, and Riley by the second husband. This third husband has only been around for a couple of years, and I guess we’ll see how long that marriage lasts.”

“Wow,” I pondered, “it makes you wonder why she doesn’t just give up on men and admit she’s a lesbian. You know?”

My mother chuckled, “Maybe she will someday. But in the meantime, if she’s looking for someone else to play with… well, I’ve been thinking that I might ask her to lunch one of these days.”

“Ooh, yeah, you should!” I bounced excitedly in my seat. “And then after you sleep with her, maybe we can get Riley and Alexa involved too!”

“Julie! God!” Kate reproved.

I giggled, “I know, you can’t just have sex with anyone you want. But I can’t help it. I still think about stuff like that all the time. About all those women, and the girls too.”

Kate muttered something under her breath.

“It’s all right, sweetheart,” my mom patted my leg. “It’s natural to have a strong sex drive and to think about things. And I’m happy that you feel comfortable talking about it with us.”

She looked in the rear view mirror for a second, catching Kate’s eye. “Katie, you’ve been putting Julie down a little bit here, sort of making fun of her. Why is that?”

I didn’t turn around to see, but I could sense my sister squirming in the back seat. “I don’t know, um… I’m not meaning to be mean… but it’s like, um, I don’t know…”

Just then we pulled into the driveway. We were home. Our mother shut off the engine. “Let’s go inside, and then I want to continue this conversation. I think it’s important.”

Inside, Mommy got Cokes for me and Kate, and a glass of white wine for herself. We sat down in the family room, the girls on the sofa, our mother in an armchair.

“Now, Kate,” Mommy resumed, “tell me how it makes you feel when Julie talks about wanting to have sex with other girls and women. Or when she encourages me to seduce women like the moms we met today.”

My sister fidgeted, looking down at her hands. She took a drink of her Coke, obviously uneasy and stalling. I felt bad for her.

“Well,” she finally said, “it’s just…”

She stopped. I saw tears in her eyes.

As I’ve said before, Kate almost never cried. She was still only 10 years old, almost two years younger than me, but I cried much more often than she did.

“What is it, honey?” our mother asked softly. “You can tell us.”

“I know,” Kate sniffed, “I know I can tell you, but I don’t know why I’m crying. There’s just, I mean, it’s all so much.”

Mommy got up from her chair and came to sit beside Kate, putting her arm around her. She hugged her, pulling her close, stroking her cheek, kissing her forehead. “There, there, I know, it is a lot, isn’t it…”

In spite of myself, I looked at my mom’s legs. She was wearing a light cotton dress that buttoned down the front. It was about knee-length, but the last few buttons were open. And as she sat on the sofa hugging my sister, the dress let me see quite a lot of her beautiful thighs.

Kate was sobbing. Mommy petted her hair. “I know, I know, little one. It’s okay.”

I wasn’t really sure why Kate was crying. I also wasn’t sure if I should stay there on the sofa, or if I should get up and leave them alone for a while. Since I wasn’t sure, I stayed. And I kept looking at my mother’s legs.

My sister took a deep breath, managing to choke down her sobs. Mommy wiped a few tears from Kate’s cheeks with her fingers. She smiled at her and kissed the end of her nose, then kissed her lips.

“Honey, maybe this is it,” our mother said softly. “Like you said, it’s all so much, and maybe you still want me to be your mommy. Is that it?”

Kate nodded.

“You’re still a girl, a little girl, only 10 years old, and you need a mommy, don’t you…”

“Yeah…”

“Baby girl, I will always be your mommy, always and always. You can always come to me, no matter what, no matter how old you get, no matter how grown up you think you are, you can always come to me. Okay?”

“Okay,” Kate whispered.

“And even if we do other things, if we have sex together, that doesn’t mean I’m not still your mom and you’re still my little girl. You always will be.”

“Okay.”

“Now, do you think maybe it would be better if we didn’t have sex? If we tried to just go back to being a normal mom and daughter, a normal family, whatever that is? Would you like that?”

Kate frowned and shook her head. “No, I don’t want that. I like, um, you know, I like everything…”

“Good.” Mommy kissed her lips again. “Good, because I like it too. But remember, sweetie, above all else, you are my little girl and I’m your mom and I will always be here for you. That always comes first, no matter what. Okay?”

“Okay.” Kate smiled at her and gave our mother a big hug.

Mommy pulled her close and kissed the top of her head, rocking her in her arms, almost like an infant. She added to the impression by whispering, “Mommy’s little baby girl, Mommy’s little baby girl…”

They held each other that way for a long time. My mother noticed me ogling her legs and winked at me. I smiled at her and took a drink of my Coke.

After another minute or two, I saw Kate put her hand over Mommy’s breast, on the outside of her dress. She gently squeezed it, fingering the nipple through the thin fabric. I knew Mommy wasn’t wearing a bra that day. It had been easy for us and for anyone else to see her full breasts bouncing and swaying beneath the loose dress.

Our mother began undoing the top buttons on the dress as Kate fondled her. Neither of them said a word. The dress slowly came open. Mommy pulled it away, revealing her gorgeous breasts.

Kate admired them for a moment before leaning in and clamping her mouth over one long nipple. She closed her eyes, settling in with a contented sigh as she sucked Mommy’s tit.

Our mother spread her legs, quickly tugging up the bottom of the dress. She began rubbing her pussy over the top of her yellow panties.

For some reason I decided this was the right time for another conversation. “Mom, last night, um, we played Truth or Dare with Molly and, like, I did some stuff with her.”

“You did?” Mommy asked softly. “What kind of stuff?”

“Well, like, um, I kissed her, you know, on her pussy. When, when she was naked. And she kissed me too, my pussy, I mean. Just kissed, nothing else, but I thought you should know about that.”

“Okay. And that was all? Just kissing?”

“Uh-huh.”

Kate took her mouth away from our mother’s tit for a minute and looked over at me. She grinned, then looked down at where Mommy was rubbing herself between her legs and grinned again. Apparently she was feeling better. Licking her lips, she took the other nipple into her mouth and resumed sucking.

I went on, “You said it was okay, right? I mean, you said yourself there was no reason we should wait, why we shouldn’t do stuff with her. I promise I won’t do everything, not yet. But, like, I really want to. If she does, I mean.”

Shifting slightly on the sofa, giving herself better access, Mommy slipped her hand inside her panties. She was breathing faster. “Well, the only reason we should wait is to make sure everyone is comfortable first, that we’re not moving too fast. I don’t want Molly to get upset like Katie was.”

“She doesn’t look very upset now,” I quipped.

“No, she doesn’t,” Mommy chuckled, glancing down at Kate.

“Why don’t we talk with her about it, with Molly? Like maybe tonight, at dinner, after the party?” I suggested.

“That would make for an interesting dinner table conversation…”

But she wasn’t really focused on what she was saying.

Her face was turning red. I could see beads of sweat on her forehead. Her fingers were moving fast between her legs. She stared down at Kate, panting now as she watched her sucking on her tit. Our mother loves sex, and what she loves more than anything else is having sex with her own daughters.

“Then you could have all three of us,” I said. “All at the same time. You could have me, and Kate, and Molly too.”

“Molly…” she groaned, rubbing herself faster and faster, “Molly…”

“Isn’t that what you want, Mommy? To lick Molly’s pussy?”

“Oh my god YES!!” She was coming.

I watched my mother bring herself to a powerful climax as my sister sucked on her nipple. I knew that she could never give this up, that none of us would ever want to. We would learn to adjust, find a way to blend our family love and our sexual desires. We could and we would.

When Mommy finished coming, she removed her hand from her panties and brought it to Kate’s mouth. Kate released the nipple so she could suck on the wet fingers, tasting her mother’s pussy juice.

I got down on the floor between Mommy’s legs, reaching up, pushing her dress higher, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her yellow panties, trying to pull them down. Kate helped a little and Mommy lifted her bottom off the sofa for me. Soon we got the undies off her. I looked at her sexy pussy for a moment, her lips shiny with moisture, and then I leaned in and began licking her.

Kate was wearing a short jeans skirt. Mommy put her hand between Kate’s legs, rubbing her pussy through her panties. Again, no words were spoken. Kate knew what our mother wanted.

She hiked the little skirt up around her waist and quickly slipped off the panties. Mommy shifted position, lying down on the sofa. I moved with her, pausing only a moment before sliding two fingers up inside her and licking her clit again. Kate straddled her face. Mommy started licking my little sister’s pussy.

It didn’t take very long. Less than a minute later, Kate was climaxing in Mommy’s mouth, and shortly after that, my mother had an orgasm in my mouth as I fucked her with my tongue.

Continue on to Chapter 78

By Naughty Mommy

She kissed me. She kissed me there just one time, but oh my god how wonderful it felt!

My little blonde baby sister kissed my pussy. It was part of the Truth or Dare game we were playing. She knelt between my legs, put her lips right on my pussy and kissed me.

Her full pink lips felt warm on my vulva. My heart was beating about a million times a second. What else would happen? Would she lick me? Should I let her? Should I make her do it? That was what I wanted!!

But she didn’t lick me, and I didn’t make her. She sat back on her haunches, smiling up at me, not saying anything.

I took a very deep breath and let it out. I realized that my face was sweating and I was sure my pussy was very wet too. I wondered if Molly could taste it when she kissed me.

She went back to where she’d been sitting. “My turn,” she said. “Julie, truth or dare?”

“Oh, uh… truth.”

“Did you like it when I kissed you there?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, “yeah, I did.”

I looked up at the clock on the mantel. It was almost 9:30, well past Molly’s usual bedtime. It was my turn. Should I let the game go on?

I decided I would. At least a little while longer. I was pretty sure our mom would not approve of some of the things we were doing that night, but I didn’t really care. I was very turned on.

“My turn,” I said softly. “Kate, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Take off Molly’s clothes and then kiss her, um, kiss her pussy.”

Again, that was really two dares, in a way, not one.

But Kate didn’t object. She simply smiled and nodded, and then turned to Molly. She lifted our sister’s shirt up and off, leaving her little flat chest bare. Molly leaned back on the sofa, allowing Kate to pull down her shorts, which had an elastic waistband, and her panties too. Now we were all three naked.

Molly spread her legs eagerly, without any hesitation. Her pussy lips were puffy and white, like Laura’s. Chelsea’s labia were thinner and a little more pink in color. Chrissy’s had been that way too, more like Chelsea’s. I was getting to be an expert in little girl vulvas.

“Mmm…” breathed Kate as she looked at Molly’s crotch. Then she bent her face down and planted a nice wet kiss there. Actually, it was two kisses. No, three kisses! Four kisses!!

Molly laughed and squirmed away from her. “Stop, that tickles!!”

Kate sat up, grinning broadly. She looked at me. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Put your finger inside your pussy and let Molly taste it.”

Gulp! Now what should I do? Could I really go through with this??

Taking a deep breath, I decided I would, but that this would be the end of the game, the last turn. Maybe.

I got up and stood in front of Molly. Using my fingers, I spread my pussy lips apart, letting her see my sex. I paused a moment, just letting her look at me.

Once again, my heart was racing. God, I wanted to do so much more with her. I wanted to pull my little sister’s face into my cunt, order her to fuck me with her tongue, and then come inside her mouth. My clit was throbbing with desire. I was certain she could see how wet I was.

Finally I slid the middle finger of my right hand down and found the opening to my vagina. I eased it in, groaning with pleasure. I was so warm inside and so juicy, practically dripping. Then I slowly drew the finger out. It glistened with my juices. I extended my arm, bringing my wet finger to Molly’s mouth.

I didn’t think she had ever tasted pussy juice before. But maybe she had. I still didn’t know everything that had gone on with her and my mom, or her and Danni, or her and Katrina — and who knows how many others there might have been? As far as I knew, though, this was her first time.

Molly looked at my finger. She looked up into my eyes. She smiled at me. Then she took the wet finger into her mouth and sucked on it.

“Oh, yeah…” Kate sighed. She was masturbating again.

Impulsively I sat down on the sofa beside Molly, squeezing in close to her. “Baby,” I said to her, “will you suck my nipples?”

“Is this the game?” she asked.

“No,” I shook my head. “I just want you to suck them.”

“Okay,” she smiled.

I took her head in my hands and brought her face to my breast, her sweet mouth closing over my nipple. She began sucking. I stroked her hair, her silky blonde curls, as I gazed down at her.

Molly seemed so happy, so blissfully content, as if there was nothing else in the world she would rather be doing, nowhere else she would rather be than at my breast.

And she was good at it. My baby sister had a lot of practice doing this. She seemed to love doing it and she especially seemed to love getting a reaction. I’d noticed that when she sucked our mother’s nipples, or Kate’s nipples, the more excited they would become, the more eagerly she seemed to suck.

She’d learned, over how many years I don’t know, exactly what worked best, a combination of sucking and biting and licking and squeezing the tit with her hands that would drive a woman — or a girl — absolutely crazy with lust. My sister has a gift, a skill, a special talent. I’m a little older now, and in the last six years I’ve had a lot of other girls and women suck my nipples, but no one has ever done it as well as Molly.

I heard a squeal. Kate was getting close. I looked over at her. Her face was flushed, her eyes shut tight, a finger plunging rapidly in and out of her little vagina. I loved seeing her that way, her long, lean, athletic body focused on only one thing — her impending orgasm.

I was masturbating too, of course. With one hand I held Molly against my chest, but my other hand was between my legs, rubbing my clit. I wasn’t really close yet, but I was feeling very good. I leaned down and kissed the top of Molly’s head, whispering sweet words to her.

Then I turned to Kate.

“Are you getting close?” I asked. I wanted to connect with her. “Are you gonna come?”

“Yeah, uh— unh! Unh! UNH!!”

She was climaxing, her body straining, her back arched, her legs thrown wide apart. God, I love watching my sister come. She is so sexy and so hot.

Molly showed no reaction to Kate’s orgasm. She didn’t stop sucking, or turn her head to look, or even open her eyes. If anything, the noises of the climax seemed to make her focus even more intently on my nipple, on arousing me. Squeezing my breast in her hands, shaping it, she sucked harder, pulling more of my tit inside her mouth. Her tongue teased the end of my nipple, her lips and teeth drew at me, her fingers massaged my flesh.

And now I was getting close. Seeing Kate climax that way and then watching Molly work on my breast, that look of concentration on her face, the realization that my 8-year-old sister was sucking on my nipple while I masturbated — that did it.

“God! GOD!!” I cried, my thighs slamming together to enclose my hand.

I gasped and shuddered, spasms rippling through me. I could feel hot liquids oozing between my fingers. Part of me realized I was pulling Molly’s face against me so tightly she probably couldn’t breathe, but I had no control over that or anything else. For a few seconds my orgasm was everything, the only thing.

Another spasm, this one stronger yet. “FUCK!!!” I screamed. “Fuck!! Fuck!! Fuck!!”

Finally it was over. I was able to release the grip I had on Molly’s head, letting her catch a breath. I relaxed my thighs, freeing my hand. I was soaked with sweat, my chest heaving. That had been one titanic climax.

With wet fingers I gently caressed my heated vulva, slowly calming myself.

“God, Julie,” Kate chuckled, “you want to wake the neighbors?”

I opened my eyes and looked at her, laughing. Molly put her arms around my neck and gave me a nice hug, giggling with us.

After a brief recovery, I checked the time. It was 10:05.

“Molly, you have to, you really have to go to bed,” I told her, patting her back.

“Okay.”

“But, um, first, to be fair about it… Katie, do you want to have her suck your nipples too? If she wants to?”

“Yeah, of course,” Kate grinned.

“Do you want to, Molly?” I asked.

“Mm-hm,” she nodded happily.

So, Molly got on Kate’s lap and began sucking her nipples, this time going back and forth from one to the other. Apparently she knew, somehow, that Kate liked it that way. Kate started masturbating again.

I watched them for a minute or two, and then I put my hands on Molly’s body. Her smooth, white, little girl body. I stroked her thighs, her arms, her back, her round bottom. She opened her legs to my touch. I put my hand on her pussy, rubbing her lips, caressing her. I watched her sucking Kate’s nipples and I rubbed her pussy. I didn’t try to slide my fingers inside this time, just softly caressed her smooth, puffy labia.

Kate soon had another orgasm. Hers was not nearly as loud as mine had been, although I’m sure it was every bit as satisfying. They all are, right?

Then we took Molly up to bed.

Three young sisters climbed the stairs together, all of us naked. Kate and I watched Molly brush her teeth, watched her use the toilet and wipe herself, watched her put on a little nightie, and then tucked her into bed. We kissed her goodnight, told her we loved her, and left the room, quietly closing the door behind us.

Once we were out in the hall, I grabbed Kate without warning, pulling her body against mine, kissing her deeply, shoving my tongue into her mouth. She returned the kiss and eagerly wrapped her arms around me. I had a hand on her little ass, holding my sister tightly to me as I arched my pelvis, frantically rubbing my pussy against hers. I was moaning, panting, nearly out of control. Playing with Molly that way, teasing myself and her, so close to going all the way, wanting her desperately but somehow holding myself back — that had left me crazed with lust.

Without speaking, we made our way to Kate’s room, which was the closest, just across the hall from Molly’s. We stumbled along, still groping each other, still kissing wetly, a pair of girls just 10 and 12 years old burning with sexual desire.

We fell onto her bed. For many minutes we kissed. I was on top of her, my hands roaming all over, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, reaching down between her legs. Her pussy was slippery and hot. I pressed a finger inside her, fucking her as we continued to kiss.

I brought her that way, brought my sister to orgasm as I sucked on her tongue and nibbled at her sweet lips. She spread her legs wide, giving me full access to her sex as I kept fucking her with my finger even after she had come the first time. I continued sliding my finger in and out of her little vagina as I kissed and licked and sucked at her mouth, fucking her hard, giving her a second orgasm, my lips now moving down to her neck, her throat, her chest, taking an erect nipple into my mouth. I sucked her nipple, sucked and licked and bit, hearing her say my name, hearing her pant and groan, the sounds of her exquisite arousal. My lips moved still lower, down across her flat tummy, teasing at her navel, then finding her mound brushed with the faintest of pussy hairs.

“Julie, Julie…” she moaned.

On her bed, between her legs, I looked at my sister’s pussy, her beautiful wet pussy. I spread her lips with my fingers, peering inside her. I kissed her there, tasting her, licking her. I pressed my mouth against her sex, shoving my tongue inside her, all the way up inside her as far as it would go. I fucked Kate with my tongue, wanting to bring her that way. She held my head in her hands, groaning and sobbing with desire. I plunged my tongue in and out of her, again and again, eating her, swallowing her juices, taking my sister’s cunt with my mouth. She came again, came a third time as I fucked her with my tongue.

And finally, that was all she could stand.

Following her third climax, when I tried to move up and start sucking her clit, Kate pushed my face away, closing her legs to me, trembling and shivering all over. “Wait, wait,” she begged, her young body quivering with the echoes of an almost unendurably powerful orgasm.

I relented, easing myself up on the bed to lie next to her, gently stroking her forehead and kissing her cheek as she slowly recovered. Her eyes were closed, her breath still ragged. I had overwhelmed her with my passion. It made me smile. I nestled beside her, patiently waiting, giving her time, loving her.

After a few minutes, she took a very deep breath and then slowly let it out, turning to me and opening her pretty brown eyes. She smiled. I brought my lips to hers, giving her a tender kiss.

“That was… I never… you just…” My sister couldn’t quite put into words what she was feeling.

I kissed her again, harder this time. She opened her mouth, her tongue seeking mine. Kate turned on her side, wrapping her arms around me. We kissed for several minutes, holding each other close.

After a time, our kisses became softer, less urgent, until we were just lying together, gazing into each other’s eyes. She rested her forehead on mine, the tip of her finger gently caressing my lower lip.

“Julie…” she whispered.

Again we stayed that way for a time, unhurried, content to simply bask in our closeness, our intimacy, warm breath mixing, soft skin touching. I closed my eyes, inhaling, taking in the scent of our pleasure, the smell of her body, her vaginal juices still on my fingers and on my face.

Finally she propped herself up on an elbow, looking down at me.

“Did you, um,” she began, “I mean, you really wanted to do a lot more with Molly tonight, didn’t you? Like, everything, I mean.”

“Yeah, I did,” I nodded.

“So did I. But… Mommy would get mad, wouldn’t she?”

“Well, I guess she would if we did it without letting her know, or, I mean, before she told us that it was okay. But she already said there was no reason to wait, remember?”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

“Except you’re right, we shouldn’t just go ahead and do it by ourselves. I really wanted to tonight, but that’ll happen soon anyway, I’m pretty sure.”

“You think?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Man,” she said, slowly shaking her head, “so much stuff has happened.”

“Yeah, it has. But, are you okay with it?” I sat up, wanting to talk with my sister now, understand where she was in all this. “I mean, how are you feeling now? It is a lot, like you said, a big change.”

“It is, totally,” she nodded. “But, you know, I’m fine. Sometimes I think it’s wrong, like, maybe we shouldn’t be doing it. I mean, people would totally freak if they knew. But, but I really like doing it, I mean, I really love it, so…”

“Some people would freak,” I told her. “Most people would, I guess. But you know I think there are also a lot of other people, moms and daughters, I mean, who would understand. Who would want to do it too, or who maybe already are doing it.”

“You really think so?”

“Well, yeah, I mean, I met a lot of girls like that in Vermont. I think there probably are a lot of ‘em, everywhere. Mommy told me she has friends, like, online, um, other moms who talk about doing stuff with their daughters. So I do think it happens, maybe a lot.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. If only everyone would talk about it, you know? Not just keep it a secret.”

“But… but if they talked about it, they’d get in trouble, wouldn’t they? And we would too if we talked about it.”

“I guess. And that sucks. I don’t know…” I shook my head. “It’s too bad we have to hide it.”

“Yeah, it is.”

She lay down on her back again and I lay next to her, our arms touching. She took my hand. We looked up at the ceiling, quiet for a minute with our thoughts.

Finally I said, “Kate?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you ever think about doing it with other girls? Like, you know, maybe kids from school or something?”

“Of course I do. All the time,” she giggled.

“Me too. And um, how about their moms? Like, Monica’s mom is pretty hot, isn’t she? And how about Riley’s mom, you know, Molly’s friend?”

“Yeah, Riley’s mom is sexy. And Monica’s too.”

“Wouldn’t that be hot, though? I mean, doing it together, with both the girls and their moms at the same time?”

She turned to look at me. Her eyes were shining. “Wow… Julie, you think of the coolest stuff.”

I giggled. “That’s all I do, it seems like, is think about sex all the time. Dirty lesbian sex between little girls and their mommies.”

“Man…” Kate took my face in her hands and gave me a long kiss, her lips closed. Then she whispered, “You get me so hot.”

We kissed again, our mouths open this time. She rolled on top of me, still kissing. I grabbed her bottom, pulling her against me, spreading my legs to bring our pussies together.

When we ended the kiss, I said, “Fuck me, Kate.”

“Huh?”

“You know, fuck me. With your pussy. The way Mommy fucked you before. The way I did it with you on the sofa that night.”

She paused, just looking at me, her eyes wide. She was breathing hard. Then she nodded, “Okay. But… I don’t really know how.”

“It’s easy,” I smiled. “Just, like, start moving. I’ll help you.”

My hands were still on her bottom. I pulled her in more tightly.

“You don’t have to do it hard,” I told her. “You can, but you can also do it kind of slow and easy too. Either way. Just try to get your clit rubbing against my clit.”

“Okay…” Kate swallowed. She seemed nervous, unsure of herself.

I shook my head. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I mean —”

“No, no, I do want to. I just hope I can do it right.”

That made me laugh. “Katie, what you’re doing now is already perfect. Your pussy on my pussy. So, um, kiss me, okay? Then I think the rest will just happen.”

And I was right. She smiled at me, then closed her eyes and brought her lips to mine.

As I’ve said before, Kate is maybe the best kisser I have ever known. She gets so totally into it. And that night, as we began kissing, our bodies came together almost automatically. I guided her a little with my hands, but mostly it was just the natural result of two girls who love each other and who want each other, young girls sharing their bodies, giving in to their desires, sisters in lust with each other.

We kissed for a long time as she slowly began moving against me. Our arousal made us both very wet, and soon we had a good tight connection between us, hot slippery pussy against hot slippery pussy. We kept kissing the whole time, kissing deeply, as she moved faster and faster, humping me. I heard her squeal inside my mouth, and then she was coming on me.

My sister had a powerful climax that way, the first time she ever brought herself to orgasm while fucking another girl. But certainly not the last!

After she calmed down, we kissed some more. Then she slid off to the side. We talked a while longer, sharing soft kisses and gentle caresses. A few minutes later, Kate turned onto her back, nestling close to me. I reached over and switched off the bedside lamp.

As we lay in the dark, I began talking again about our friends at school, and Molly’s friends too, the ones we knew who had the sexiest moms. I described my fantasies about being with those little girls and their mothers, first seducing them separately, then together, fucking each of them and then watching them have sex with each other for the first time. My sister and I were masturbating, of course, and soon we climaxed. Kate came once and I came twice. After that, we were both spent. We fell asleep.

It was unusual for me to fall asleep that way, as early as it was, not yet midnight. For Kate, it wasn’t surprising. She could sleep almost anywhere at any time. But not me.

What was even more unusual, though, was that I didn’t wake up when Mommy came home later. She wasn’t driving her car that night — she was riding with Carla — so the garage door didn’t open and maybe that’s why I slept through it. When I awoke, it was to the feel of the covers being pulled back on the bed and someone getting in with us.

It was our mother.

Continue on to Chapter 77

By Naughty Mommy

Dana did come home early, at around 10:30. That was only 20 or 25 minutes after I’d put Chelsea to bed. I was pretty sure the little girl was already fast asleep, though, because I had just checked on her.

Although Dana hadn’t been gone for very long, it looked like she’d made the most of her time. Her blouse was untucked and partially unbuttoned, her lipstick was smeared, and she wasn’t walking or talking very steadily. I worried that she shouldn’t have been driving if she’d had that much to drink. But she’d managed to get home safely, in any case.

She dropped her purse on a table by the front door. Correction, she dropped it on the floor, because she missed the table. Then she staggered over to the sofa and plopped down beside me.

“Wow,” she said, “I shouldn’t drink that much. It makes me loose.” She shook the front of her blouse, as if indicating that plenty of hands had made their way inside that night.

“How much did you drink?”

She looked at me. “Too much. Too fast. And those people aren’t nice like you. I don’t like them the way I like you.”

Without warning, Dana leaned over and kissed me. It was a wet sloppy kiss, very wet and very sloppy. Not even that exciting, to be honest. I could taste something in her mouth, alcohol, I guess, and she smelled like cigarette smoke. Even though she didn’t seem to smoke at home — there were no ashtrays and no odor — she apparently did when she went out.

We kissed for a minute, side by side on the sofa, and then she actually got on top of me. She pivoted onto my lap, straddling my legs, her tiny skirt hiking up around her hips. We kissed a while longer. The woman was breathing heavily. She grabbed my hand and put it over her breast, on the outside of her blouse. Her tits were very small, almost nothing there, but her nipples were long and hard. She opened a button on the blouse and moved my hand inside. I squeezed the erect nipple, squeezed it hard. I was starting to get turned on, sloppy kisses or not. I wanted to suck her nipple.

But then she pulled away. Her face was a mess. Lipstick even more smeared now, cheeks aflame, saliva dripping down her chin. She looked incredibly sexy.

“How old are you?” she asked, even though I was sure I’d told her before.

“Um, 12.”

“God, a 12-year-old girl. I really shouldn’t be doing this.”

Awkwardly she climbed off me, sitting on the sofa beside me again. She leaned her head back, closing her eyes. But a hand went between her legs, rubbing herself through her pink panties.

“I’m so turned on,” she sighed. “I don’t know why I get this way.”

I watched her masturbating. It was hot. I almost started rubbing myself too, through my jeans, but then she turned her head and looked at me, opening her eyes. “Maybe it’s you, Julie. Maybe that’s why I get so turned on.”

Dana stopped rubbing herself, taking her hand away from her crotch. She took a deep breath. “It’s… you know what it is?”

I shook my head.

“It’s when I think about you kissing her, kissing Chelsea, the way you did last week. That, that drives me crazy. I can’t ever, I keep thinking about, I don’t know how many times I’ve… I just keep…”

She wasn’t making much sense.

“Maybe you should go to bed,” I told her.

She chuckled, “Yeah, maybe I should. You’re right. But um, first, will you do something for me?”

“I guess, yeah.”

“Kiss her again for me? And let me watch you? Please?”

“But she’s already asleep.”

“I know. Just for a minute. She won’t mind. She likes you. Please?”

“Um, I don’t know, I mean…”

It was weird. I loved kissing Chelsea, and earlier in the evening I’d done quite a bit more than kiss her. I’d even put my hand on her little pussy! And now her mom was begging me to kiss her again. But I felt reluctant to do that when Dana was so drunk. Like I would be taking advantage of her or something.

In the end, though, my ethics lost out to my libido. Dana got to her feet and somehow pulled me up with her. She led me down the hall to Chelsea’s room.

Switching on the lamp by the bed, Dana woke her daughter.

Chelsea was still naked, of course. But if Dana noticed or cared about that, she didn’t say anything. The little girl rubbed her eyes. “Hi, Mommy.”

“Hi, baby.” Dana kissed her sweetly on the lips. “Miss Julie has to go home soon, but I wanted to let her kiss you goodnight first. Is that okay?”

“Sure,” Chelsea grinned sleepily.

I sat on the bed next to the girl.

“Kiss her… the way I taught you,” Dana smiled. “Okay?”

Chelsea nodded. I leaned down to kiss her.

My heart was racing. Whatever reluctance I’d felt was now gone. I very much wanted to kiss this cute little girl, kiss her and turn her on, turn her mother on too. I took her in my arms, pulling her lips to mine.

Chelsea’s mouth was open. She sighed and I felt her tongue go inside my mouth. She kissed me deeply and wetly with no hesitation at all, the same way we had before.

“Ooh, yeah… ooh, yeah, yeah!” I heard Dana beside us. It sounded like she was panting. I stopped kissing Chelsea for just a moment and glanced at her mom.

Dana was kneeling on the floor, watching us. Her little skirt was up around her waist. Her hand was inside her panties. She was masturbating.

“Don’t stop. Keep kissing her,” she insisted.

And so I did. I pulled Chelsea even closer, pressing my body against hers, sucking her tongue, nibbling at her lips. We kissed and Dana masturbated and within a few minutes, the woman had an orgasm.

“Oooo-ahh!” she squealed.

Again I stopped kissing Chelsea so I could look at her mom.

Dana’s eyes were closed. One hand was down inside her panties, still rubbing as she came, the other hand on the floor, supporting her. “Ahh! Ahh!” she gasped as climactic spasms shook her slender body.

Chelsea was looking at her too. I don’t know if she had seen her mother have an orgasm before. She didn’t seem that surprised, so maybe she had.

When Dana finished, she opened her eyes, smiling sheepishly at us. She took her hand from her panties, still shuddering slightly. “Thank you,” she whispered to me, “thank you for doing that.”

I shrugged my shoulders, grinning at her. “It’s okay. I liked it.”

Dana leaned over and gave her daughter a long kiss on the mouth, but with her lips together. “Goodnight, baby.”

“G’night, Mommy.”

I stood up. “Goodnight, Chelsea. I’ll see you next week, okay?” I had agreed with Dana to babysit regularly for her every Friday night.

“G’night. I love you, Miss Julie.”

I smiled, leaning down to give the child one more kiss. “I love you too, sweetie. Sleep tight.”

Twenty minutes later, Mommy was there to pick me up. Dana was already in her own bed, passed out. I’d helped her get undressed before calling my mom. I was definitely tempted to do more with the woman — she had such a nice little body — but I wanted to wait until another time when she was not so inebriated, when we could really enjoy each other.

In the car, I said, “Well, I had a real adventure tonight.”

My mother raised her eyebrows. “You did? Tell me about it.”

“Remember you asked last week if Dana had kissed me?”

“Yes…”

“Well, she did. But not only Dana. Chelsea kissed me too.”

“The little girl?”

“Uh-huh. She said her mom taught her to kiss that way. I mean, she kissed me, you know, with her tongue and everything.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, and, um… I hope you won’t get mad, but Dana doesn’t seem to mind it, in fact, she wanted me to kiss her daughter and she was watching us, and… and there’s a lot more too…”

“There is?”

I looked at my mother. “Will you get mad at me if I tell you what we did?”

“Will I get mad at you?” She gave me a wink. “What do you think?”

“I know,” I grinned, “you almost never really get mad. And I don’t think I did anything all that bad anyway. But, so, I got in bed with Chelsea when her mom was out and I told her a story. A bedtime story. We were both naked.”

“Wow, you were?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay.”

“And I told her sort of a naughty fairy tale about these two girls who got lost in the forest and they met a nice lady who asked them to kiss her pussy —”

“You told her what??”

I giggled. “I know. I told this story to a 7-year-old girl, and she really liked it. Mom, it was so amazing. I was naked in bed with this girl and we were kissing and I was telling her a dirty story…”

My hand was between my legs now in the car, pressing in on my pussy over the top of my jeans. “We kissed a lot, both of us naked and everything. I kissed her really nicely and stuff until I finally told her it was time for her to go to sleep.”

“Oh my…” My mother was wearing a loose dress, knee-length. She tugged it quickly up and put her own hand between her legs, rubbing herself as we drove. “Is there more?”

“Yeah, um, when Dana got back, she was sort of drunk, but she got on the sofa with me and she started kissing me too, with her tongue, you know, and she put my hand inside her blouse, like, um, over her breast —”

“She did??” My mom was rubbing her pussy faster through her panties.

“Uh-huh. And then… well, I’ll tell you the rest after we get inside.”

We were home. We pulled into the driveway and into the garage. It wasn’t that late, not quite 11:30. My sister Kate was still awake. We got her and the three of us went to Mommy’s bedroom.

“Julie was telling me about, uh, about her adventures in babysitting,” Mommy chuckled. “I thought you might like to hear it too, Katie.”

We took off our clothes and got into bed. I was in the middle. I told them what had happened, starting at the beginning and going slower this time, including more of the details.

It was very exciting. We all three masturbated as I described what it was like to kiss a pretty 7-year-old, and to put her hand between my legs and my hand between her legs.

“God, Julie… you’re just…” Kate panted, already getting close to an orgasm.

When I got to the part about the little girls in the fairy tale kissing Donna’s pussy lips, that’s when Kate reached climax. My mom followed soon after, and then I did too. But of course there was still more to tell.

After we’d recovered a little, I told them about Dana coming home and kissing me on the sofa, about putting my hand inside her blouse and playing with her hard nipple. Then I explained how she had asked me to kiss her daughter, saying how much she wanted to see us do it. That got Mommy and Katie going again. When I described kissing the little girl as her mother watched and masturbated, they both came again. I didn’t this time, but I enjoyed watching them.

That was the end of the story, for now anyway. Well there was also the part about taking off Dana’s clothes and putting her to bed. They liked hearing that too.

“And maybe next time,” I said, “I’ll have even more to tell you about.”

“Mmm, I hope so.” My mother took my face in her hands and kissed me. She pulled me on top of her.

I grabbed Mommy’s tits, squeezing her nipples, kissing her deeply. Kate scooted over next to us, reaching between my legs, finding my pussy, sliding a finger up inside my wet vagina. Within only a few seconds I came that way, my mother kissing me, my sister fucking my cunt with her finger.

For the next hour, we explored all the sexual combinations we could think of, a mom and her two daughters, 12 and 10 years old, delighting in the pleasures of lesbian incest.

* * *

About 11:00 the next morning, the phone rang. It was Dana. She asked my mom if she would mind driving her over to get her car. Apparently she’d taken a taxi home the night before, realizing she was too drunk to drive, and had left her car in a parking lot someplace.

My mother told her that would be fine. She said she had to take me to Elaine’s, anyway, pretty soon, and that it was on the way. That wasn’t quite true, since they lived in sort of opposite directions from our house, but my mom was a nice person and she was always glad to do favors for her friends. Not to mention that she was sexually attracted to Dana, the same way I was, and very likely to her little daughter as well.

Anyhow, we left a few minutes later, picking up Dana and Chelsea. I got in the back seat with Chelsea and let Dana sit in the front. The grownups chatted about normal stuff, while Chelsea and I held hands, giggling and smiling at each other. It was interesting, though, seeing my mom with Dana, since she now knew all about what had happened the night before. I thought I could see a little extra twinkle in my mother’s eye as she smiled at the pretty blonde.

We dropped them off, and then my mom took me to Elaine’s. That went the usual boring way, babysitting for them, I mean. It was fine, Justin and Britney were nice enough kids, but just not very interesting to me. To begin with, Justin was a boy, yuck, and little Britney was only 3 years old. She was far too young. I liked my girls to be at least 6, ha-ha!

Elaine got back at around 5:00 and drove me home. I helped my mom make dinner, and after we ate, Kate and I cleaned up the kitchen. Mommy went upstairs to get ready for her date with Carla.

When she came down, Kate was playing a video game, Princess Zelda, and I was on the floor with Molly, looking at one of the animal books she had and talking with her about horses. But we all got up to admire Mommy’s outfit.

She was in a deep blue dress, very low cut, with spaghetti straps, her lovely cleavage on full display. The dress was form-fitting and very short. Her long legs were bare, oiled and gleaming. My mouth watered as I looked at her.

“Wow, Mom, you are so hot…” Kate sighed.

“Thank you, honey,” she smiled, giving my sister a kiss on the lips.

“I love you, Mommy,” said Molly, hugging our mother tightly, pressing her cheek against her bosom.

“I love you too, precious.”

After standing back for just a moment, enjoying the sight of my sisters hugging and kissing my sexy mom, I came forward and took her face in my hands, giving her a long warm kiss on the mouth. “Have fun tonight,” I whispered.

She kissed me a second time. “I will,” she whispered in return as she rubbed my bottom.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. It was Carla. Now, as you know, I think my mother is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. But Carla comes a close second.

She was in a basic black dress that night, strapless and high-waisted with a flared skirt that came to just above her knees. She wore no jewelry. On her feet were plain black pumps. The whole outfit was very simple, but there was something about the way she wore it, or maybe it was the allure of her exotic beauty — those dark, almond-shaped eyes, that wide mouth and high cheekbones, her perfect porcelain skin — anyway, as you can tell, she totally turned me on.

And I wasn’t the only one.

“Carla, oh my god,” gushed Kate, actually walking in a circle around her, looking her up and down. The brunette just smiled at her, enjoying the attention.

My mom gave Carla a kiss on the lips and said she was ready. They went out and got in Carla’s little sports car. The three of us waved at them from the door as they drove off. Then we were on our own.

This was the first time in a while that our mother had gone out on a Saturday night and left us at home. I’d been babysitting a lot on the weekends or we’d had other activities. But now here we were, just me and my sisters, like old times. Except that a lot had happened in the meantime. I’d had sex with Kate, and Molly had sucked my nipples and Katie’s nipples too while we both masturbated. What would happen next?

As we closed the door behind us, I looked at them. “So, what do you guys want to do tonight?”

A grin came over Kate’s face. “Truth or Dare?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Wanna play that?”

“Play what?”

“Truth or Dare, dummy!”

“Well,” I had to admit, “I don’t really know how.”

Being somewhat solitary at school, except for my friendship with Amy, I didn’t get invited to very many parties and hadn’t ever played that game. But Kate had. She told us the girls would play a version of it on the bus sometimes on the way to basketball games at other schools.

“It’s easy,” she said. “I just say to you, ‘truth or dare’, and you have to pick one. If you say truth, then I can ask you anything I want and you have to answer it, totally honestly. If you say dare, then I can tell you to do whatever I want, and you have to do it. Okay?”

“That’s all?” I asked.

“Yeah, except, after the person either answers a question or does the dare thing, then it’s her turn and she gets to ask someone else.”

“Okay.” I looked at Molly. “You think we should play that?”

She shrugged, “I guess.”

“Let’s do it,” urged Kate. “It’s fun.”

“All right,” I said. “How do we start?”

“Well, um, I’ll go first, I guess, since I’ve played it before,” said Kate as we sat down on the sofa together, Kate in the middle. “Then you guys can each have turns.”

I nodded my head and so did Molly.

“Um, all right. Julie, truth or dare?” Kate asked.

“Oh, uh… truth?”

“Good. Okay, so, um, do you think Carla is sexy?”

“Yes,” I giggled. Molly giggled too. So did Kate.

“Is that it?” I asked.

“Yeah. Now it’s your turn. You choose one of us to be next.”

“Um, all right, so, Molly… truth or dare?”

“Truth?” she responded, her little eyebrows raised.

This was going to be fun, I thought to myself. I could ask anything I wanted and they had to answer me honestly!

I looked at my baby sister, looked her in the eye. “Have you ever kissed another girl? Besides us, I mean?”

She grinned, blushing a little bit. “Yeah.”

“When?” I asked.

“No, wait —” Kate stopped us “— you can only ask one question each time. That’s why you have to try to think of a good one. Now it’s Molly’s turn.”

“Oh, all right,” I said. “Sorry.”

“Molly, it’s your turn. You choose one of us,” said Kate.

Our little sister looked at the two of us. Then she said to Kate, “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

Molly didn’t say anything else right away. Apparently she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do next. Kate helped her out.

“Now you can tell me to do something, whatever you want, anything. And no matter how weird or, like, embarrassing it is, I have to do it.”

Molly giggled. “Okay, um… jump up and down and yell, ‘Kate is stupid!’”

We all three laughed. But Kate dutifully stood and started jumping up and down, shouting ‘Kate is stupid!’ over and over again. We howled in delighted excitement. It was silly and fun.

The game stayed fun. But soon, of course, it also became very sexy. A few turns later, Kate said to me, “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Okay, kiss Molly’s nipples.”

“What??”

“You have to do it. That’s your dare. Kiss Molly’s nipples.”

“Well, okay…” I took a deep breath. I was beginning to realize the possibilities of where this could lead.

I looked at my baby sister. Molly was blushing, but also smiling. Slowly she lifted up her little shirt, showing us her flat chest and her pink nipples.

My pussy began to tingle. I licked my lips. Then I leaned across Kate, my hands on her legs, and brought my lips to Molly’s chest, giving each of her nipples a nice wet smacking kiss. We all three giggled, but it was clear there was an increasing amount of sexual tension in the room.

“Your turn,” Kate said softly to Molly.

“Okay. Truth or dare?” she asked Kate.

“Dare.”

“Kiss Julie’s nipples.”

Kate smiled. “Gladly.”

I was wearing a long-sleeved pullover shirt with a bra underneath it. Usually at home I wouldn’t worry about a bra, but I’d babysat at Elaine’s that afternoon and I normally wore a bra for that.

“I…” I looked at Kate. “Should I take off my shirt? And my bra?”

Smiling at me, she shrugged, “Yeah, I guess.”

So I did. I pulled off my shirt and unhooked my bra, setting it aside. Then Kate leaned in close to me, preparing to kiss my puffy pink nipples. I sighed, closing my eyes. My nipples were stiff before she kissed them, and the feel of my sister’s warm lips made them even harder. I liked this game.

Kate sat back. “Okay, uh, Julie, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Kiss Molly on the mouth, using your tongue.”

“Um…”

I wasn’t sure if I should. I’d kissed other little girls before, of course, including the kids at the party in Vermont and also Chelsea, but I had never kissed Molly like that. I knew she had kissed Riley that way, along with Ashley too, and maybe other girls as well, so this wouldn’t be her first time. But still, it was step beyond where we’d gone before. Should I do it?

“Go on,” said Kate. “You have to.”

“All right.”

Again I leaned over Kate. Molly brought her mouth to mine and we kissed. Her lips were very full and soft, fuller than Kate’s lips. They felt more like Mommy’s. I closed my eyes and pressed my mouth against hers, putting my tongue inside. My baby sister sucked on my tongue and then shoved her tongue into my mouth. We were both moaning, enjoying ourselves immensely.

“Okay, you guys,” Kate chuckled. “That’s enough already.”

I pulled away from Molly, wiping my mouth, a huge smile on my face. She was smiling too. There was a very strong attraction between us, like a magnet pulling us together.

“Man,” Kate shook her head, looking back and forth at us. “I mean, like, man…”

Now it was my turn. I said to Kate, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“When was the last time you masturbated?”

She blushed. “This morning in my bed.”

Then she turned to Molly. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Have you ever masturbated?”

“No.”

“You want to learn how?” I blurted.

It wasn’t my turn, of course. And as soon as I said it, I realized I’d gone much further than I should have. So I quickly added, “I mean, if Mommy says it’s okay, like, I can teach you sometime, or something.”

“Yeah,” Kate grinned lasciviously. “That would be fun.”

Molly frowned. “Is this still the game?”

“No,” I shook my head, “it’s, it’s my fault. I got us off track. Sorry. Um, it’s your turn now, Mol.”

She said to me, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

A smile crept over her face. “Do you want to kiss Emily?”

I could feel myself blushing. Emily was one of Molly’s best friends. A beautiful young brunette, just 8 years old, with a perfect slender body and the most seductive green eyes you ever saw. I had a serious crush on the little third grade girl and apparently Molly had noticed it.

I had to be honest. I nodded, “Yes, I do want to kiss Emily. I’d love it.”

Molly giggled.

I turned to Kate, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Would you like to kiss Carla?”

She laughed, “I already have kissed Carla!”

Molly and I laughed along with her, getting hysterical. We let some of the tension out, the sexual tension of three pre-teen sisters sharing their naughty secrets and hidden desires with each other.

Regaining my breath after a minute, I said, “I know, that was a stupid question. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Kate replied. “Go ahead, ask me something else.”

“Okay, um, well… have you ever thought about me, I mean, like, sexy stuff about me, when you were masturbating?”

“Yeah, I have,” she nodded with a grin. Then she immediately added, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” I replied.

“Have you ever thought about Molly when you were masturbating?”

I swallowed. But I answered honestly. “Yes.”

Molly sighed, “Wow…”

It was my turn again. I was getting very excited. “Truth or dare?” I asked Kate.

“Dare.”

“Take off your shorts and your undies and show us your pussy.”

“Whoa. But, all right.”

She unsnapped and unzipped her tight denim shorts, then stood up and pulled them down along with her blue panties, stepping out of them and leaving them on the floor. Kate was barefoot, so now the only thing she had on was a thin yellow tank top. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. She sat down again and put her feet up on the sofa, spreading her legs. She used her fingers to pull her pussy lips open. “See?”

Inside she was wet. Molly and I could easily see that. But neither of us said anything about it. We just looked at her, at our sister’s exposed genitals.

After a pregnant pause, Kate put her feet down and the game went on. “Truth or dare?” she said to Molly.

“Truth.”

“When you kissed a girl, who was it you kissed and where did it happen?”

That was two questions, of course, not one, but since Kate asked them together I figured that must have made it within the rules or something.

Molly frowned, “Well, I mean, I did it more than one time.”

“More than one girl?”

“Yeah…”

“Okay, so, the last time, I guess. Who was it and where?”

“It was, um, it was Riley. Here. At my sleepover.”

“Nice,” said Kate. “I wish I could have seen that. Okay, your turn.”

“Truth or dare?” Molly asked me.

“Dare.”

“Take off Julie’s shirt and suck her nipples.”

“Suck them?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, okay…”

So, I lifted Kate’s tank top over her head and off. My sister was naked.

I looked at her little breasts. In three months she would be 11 years old, and her boobs, though certainly not fully developed, were progressing very nicely. They had a pleasingly round shape with pert dark nipples. I loved her titties.

With a sigh, I leaned close to her and took an erect nipple into my mouth, happily sucking on it. She petted my head, pulling me to her, moaning in pleasure.

After a minute or so, I moved to the other nipple, giving it the same loving treatment. Then I sat back and smiled at her. She had a hand between her legs, rubbing herself. That wasn’t really part of the game, but apparently she couldn’t help it.

Kate masturbated for another few seconds before realizing that it was her turn now. She took her hand away from her pussy and sat up straighter, looking at Molly. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Take off Julie’s pants and kiss her pussy.”

Oh my god! Were we going too far? Should I allow it to happen? What would Mommy say if she knew?

I did allow it. We were playing a game, I reasoned, and according to the rules you had to do whatever you were asked. It was only a game. Just a game, that’s all. But what a sexy game!

Molly got up and came over to me. She unsnapped my jeans, pulling down the zipper. I stood up so she could tug them down my legs. Like Kate, I was barefoot, and of course my shirt and my bra had already been removed, so now I was wearing only a pair of white panties. Molly pulled those down too and I stepped out of them. I was naked.

I sat down on the sofa again, spreading my legs. Molly looked at me, first at my face, then down at my crotch. I’d continued every few days shaving the little pubic hair I had, so my pussy was completely smooth and bare. My 8-year-old sister knelt on the floor in front of me, put her hands on the insides of my thighs, and brought her face to my pussy lips.

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