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.

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