Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

This series features two characters from my Lost Girl Game series along with several new characters. The stories can be enjoyed separately, but for a full introduction to Bambi and her mother, you may want to start here.

Bambi and I had just finished another walk up and down the beach, looking for possible prospects. We’d found several attractive women with nice-looking young daughters around the right age, but in each case there had been a man with them, presumably the husband/father. We also had seen a few sexy young mothers who were not with men, but their little girls were still too young for what Bambi and I had in mind.

So, I settled in under the beach umbrella once again, poured myself a cold drink from the thermos — Long Island iced tea — and picked up the current paperback novel I was reading. Bambi sat with me for a few minutes, then got restless and decided to keep looking on her own.

A half hour later I finished a chapter and stood up to stretch my legs and to see if I could spot Bambi. I couldn’t find her at first, until I walked down toward the water. Then I caught a glimpse of her bright blue bathing suit bouncing in the waves. She was with someone, a girl, a teenager apparently from what I could see. They were laughing and playing together.

I smiled. Leave it to Bambi to make a new friend right away. That child really was something, only 10 years old and so outgoing. I went back to the umbrella, refreshed my drink, and started to pick up the novel again.

Just as I was opening the book, Bambi came running across the sand toward me, laughing giddily. She was dripping wet, her tiny bikini barely staying on her slender body. And she was pulling someone along behind her.

“Mommy, this is Gwen! She’s really nice. She was playing with me.”

The girl Bambi had befriended wore a bright red skintight one-piece suit, racing style. She was tall and slim with an athletic body.

“Hi, Gwen. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Angela.”

“Um, hi,” she smiled. “I hope you don’t mind that I was playing with your daughter.”

“No, of course I don’t mind, not at all. I’m always happy for Bambi to make new friends.”

My daughter put her arms around the girl’s waist, hugging her. “I like her a lot, Mommy.”

Gwen laughed, “Well, she certainly is a friendly little girl.”

I looked at the teen more closely. She was a brunette with dark brown eyes, her straight hair pulled up in a ponytail. She had gorgeous long legs, small high breasts, a nice tan, and a few cute freckles on her face. Her wet bathing suit revealed every contour of her body, including stiff pointed nipples and the lovely cleft of her labia.

“Do you live around here, Gwen?”

“Uh-uh, we’re just, my mom and I and my sister are here in San Diego for like a week, on a vacation. We just got in about an hour ago. From Phoenix.”

I smiled. Bambi might have hit the winning number.

“Is your father with you?” I asked Gwen.

“No, he, um, my mom’s divorced. He doesn’t live with us. He lives in Atlanta.”

“Oh, I see. Well, we know what that’s like, don’t we, Bambi? I’m a single mom, too. Divorced.”

Gwen nodded, patting Bambi on the shoulder. My daughter still had her arms wrapped around the teenager’s waist.

There was one more important question for me to ask. “You said you’re here with your sister? How old is she?”

“Um, she’s 11. Her name is Paige.”

Bingo! I smiled warmly at the girl. “What a nice little family. I hope I’ll get to meet your mother sometime while we’re here.”

“Let’s go meet her now, Mommy!” urged Bambi.

“Well, I don’t know, sweetie,” I said. “They’re probably doing things and might not want to be interrupted.”

“No, my mom’s not doing anything important,” said Gwen, “just reading a book.”

Suddenly she realized I was holding a book in my hands, and blushed. “I mean, books are important too, of course, but just, um…”

“It’s all right, honey,” I laughed, “no need to be embarrassed. I understood what you meant.”

Gwen continued, “Anyway, I mean, you can go meet her, my mom, if you want. Or, like, I can introduce you.”

Bambi nodded eagerly at me.

I smiled and started getting up. “Okay, let’s do it then.”

My daughter let loose of the teen’s waist and jumped up and down excitedly. Now it appeared that her little blue bikini, which consisted of just four tiny triangles and a few strings, really would fall right off. I noticed that Gwen was watching her intently with a look I knew very well. It was a look of sexual lust.

The girl led us for a hundred yards or so through throngs of people to where her mother was sitting on a large beach towel. She was wearing dark glasses and reading a paperback. When she saw us approaching, she stood up.

“Mom,” said Gwen, “this is, um… Angela. And this is Bambi, her daughter. I’ve been playing in the ocean with Bambi.”

“I know, I saw you,” smiled the woman. “It looked like you were having fun.” She held out her hand to me. “My name is Eve. I’m happy to know you, Angela.”

“I’m very happy to meet you too, Eve.” As I took her hand, I shaded my eyes to get a good look at her.

She was around my age, in her late 30s or perhaps 40. Like her daughter, Eve had a slender build, although she was not as tall as Gwen and slightly shorter than me. She was a brunette, with very pretty hazel eyes. Her hair had more curl than her daughter’s, though that could have been from a permanent.

“Gwen tells me you’re from Phoenix?” I said.

“That’s right. We made the long drive over today. We left around 8:00 this morning, stopped for a picnic lunch, and finally reached the hotel just before 3:00. So, we can enjoy the beach a little while today, and then we’ll be here until next weekend.”

“Are you staying in the Playa del Mar?”

“Yes, it’s a little pricy for us, but it’s right here on the beach, so that’s nice.”

I thought it was nice too, because that’s where Bambi and I had our rooms. If anything was to happen with Eve and her two girls — I was eager to get a look at the other daughter — that would make things easier.

“Where’s Paige?” asked Bambi. As usual, she and I thought along the same lines.

“Oh, she’s down by the water, working on a sandcastle or a sculpture or something,” Eve told her.

“Let’s go see her!” Bambi started pulling on Gwen’s hand, which she’d been holding the whole time.

“Okay.” The teen happily went along with my daughter. Definitely there was an attraction.

I turned back to Eve. “How do you do it? A single mom with two busy girls to take care of, and still you look so fit. You have the body of a teenager.”

I openly admired the woman’s fairly small but nicely rounded breasts, her trim waist, slim hips, and shapely legs. She was wearing a stylish two-piece suit that accented her slender figure.

Eve grinned. “Well, mostly it’s genetics, I think. I come from a long line of thin women, and as you can see, I’ve passed it along to Gwen. But I do have a membership in a health club, and I try to get there twice a week or so.”

“What kind of work do you do?”

“I’m a legal secretary, at one of the big firms in Phoenix. We do mostly real estate and tax law. Nothing exotic, but it’s a good job. I like the work, it pays well, and the benefits are great.”

“Sounds nice.”

“How about you? What do you do?” Then she quickly put her hand on my arm. “Oh, and I’m sorry, Angela, I really should have returned the compliment. I might be fit, as you said, but you look absolutely amazing. You must work out all the time.”

I am, I must say, in great physical shape, especially for a woman of 38. I work hard to keep my figure, and I’m proud of it.

“Well, as with you,” I told her, “I have good genes to thank. But I still have to put in some effort too. Lots of days in the gym. Lots of reps on the weights and laps in the pool.”

“And what sort of work do you do?”

“Actually, I’m, well, I suppose you could say I’m independent. My family owns quite a bit of property that I inherited, so I spend my time taking care of matters there. And taking care of Bambi, of course.”

“She’s a darling little girl. So bubbly and cute,” said Eve. “Come on, let’s go down and you can meet Paige too.”

As soon as we got close, Bambi started jumping up and down again (with Gwen giving her frequent furtive glances). “Mommy, look! She made an octopus!!”

And it was true. The girl evidently had some serious artistic talent, as she had created a remarkably good representation in wet sand of a bulbous-headed creature with many slithery tentacles.

“Look at that!” I exclaimed.

Eve knelt beside her daughter, putting her arm around the girl. “Honey, that’s really good. I’m proud of you.”

Paige smiled, pleased at the attention.

“Can you stand up for a minute, and let me introduce you properly?” her mother requested.

As the 11-year-old girl got to her feet, I melted inside. Even covered in sand, Paige was stunningly beautiful, with full red lips, a cute button nose, big blue eyes and long dark eyelashes. Her light brown hair, streaked with gold from the sun, fell to her shoulders in soft natural curls.

“Angela, this is my daughter, Paige. Paige, please say hello to Angela.”

“Hello.”

“Hello, precious,” I said, running my eyes up and down her body.

The girl was tall for her age, with long coltish legs, and had the slim shape of her mother and older sister. I was also excited to see a pair of small round bumps on her chest, about the size of ripe strawberries. They poked through her thin orange one-piece suit.

“Aren’t you just the prettiest thing in the world!”

She grinned. “Thank you.”

“You know, I’m sorry, Angela, I should have asked your last name. If you’d rather the girls called you by that, we’d be more than happy to—”

“Not at all, nothing of the sort,” I interrupted Eve. “We’re all going to be very good friends, so first names is definitely what we should use.”

“Good,” smiled the woman.

Bambi was smiling too. I could see by the gleam in her eyes that she had seduction on her mind. And so did I.

When Paige sat down again in the sand, my daughter sat next to her, while also pulling Gwen down with her to sit on her other side.

“Will you show me how to make stuff like that?” Bambi asked Paige.

“Sure, what do you want to make?”

“Um, how about a mermaid?”

“Hm, well, okay, we can try.” said Paige.

Eve and I watched as the girl started piling up more wet sand. She seemed to know just what she was doing.

There was someone else who knew what she was doing too. With Gwen’s hand in hers, Bambi casually draped the teen’s arm over her shoulder, making sure Gwen’s fingers would brush up against her flat little chest. It was clear that Bambi knew how strongly Gwen was attracted to her, and now she was fanning the flames of desire in the slender teen.

After watching the girls play for a minute longer, Eve said, “Angela, would you like to go for a walk up the beach with me? Speaking of staying in shape, I could really use some exercise. That was a long car ride this morning.”

“Yes, that sounds nice. Let’s do that.”

As we began walking, I slipped my arm companionably into hers. I would make sure we became close friends as quickly as possible.

“Were you born in Phoenix?” I asked her.

“No, I’m originally from Colorado. Boulder. My husband, that is, my ex-husband and I moved to Arizona when his company transferred him about a year after we were married.”

“So your girls were both born there?”

“Yes,” she chuckled, “they are native Phoenicians, I like to say. I was pregnant when we moved and Gwen was born a few months later. That was 16 years ago last month.” She shook her head. “The time sure goes by quickly.”

“How long have you been divorced?”

“Almost five years. It was when my husband got transferred again, this time to Atlanta. He moved there ahead of us. The plan was that I would get our stuff packed, we would let the girls finish their school year, and then we would move. But then, two months later, he told me he’d met someone in Atlanta and wanted a divorce. So that was that.”

“You don’t sound too broken up over it.”

“No, there hadn’t been much love in our marriage for several years by that point. I was dissatisfied anyway, even though I’d never been unfaithful to him. And I already had a good job, the one I have now, so I wasn’t worried about money. It was for the best, I’m sure of that.”

While we strode together along the wet sand by the edge of the waves, I watched Eve’s eyes to see what she was looking at. Would her gaze be drawn to the curvy girls in skimpy bikinis, to the muscular young men, or neither?

It turned out to be neither. She mostly just looked straight ahead or down at the water lapping at our bare feet. From that, and from the general tone of our conversation, I concluded that she probably was not a lesbian, and most likely was not even bi-curious.

She may have sublimated her sexual desires after her divorce, focusing her energy, which was considerable — she was a brisk walker! — on her children and her career. But she did seem quite open to female friendship. She held my arm closely in hers and regularly made eye contact with me.

I liked her and I was certainly attracted to her. I could easily see myself making love with this woman and enjoying it. But even more than her, I wanted her daughters, 16-year-old Gwen, and especially 11-year-old Paige. It was not going to be easy however. This one would be a lengthy seduction.

“How about you? How long have you been divorced?” asked Eve.

“For a long time. My husband left, or I asked him to leave, shortly after Bambi was born. It was basically an arranged marriage. You know, two socially prominent families with eligible young people who could join them together, that sort of thing. But I never liked him very much. He was not a good lover and never satisfied me in bed. We actually had sex only a few times, although that was enough times, of course, for me to conceive.”

Eve chuckled.

“He didn’t seem happy with me either,” I went on, “and agreed to the divorce right away. We never see him at all now. That’s something else I didn’t, and don’t, like about the man — his indifference to Bambi. For me, she’s my world. I would do anything for that child. But he hasn’t seen her even once since she was a baby. It’s kind of sad.”

She put her hand other on my arm. Her touch was warm. “Yes, it is. My ex, Ron, isn’t very good about staying in touch with the girls either,” she sighed.

“That’s why we women have to count on each other, give each other support, and…” Putting my hand over hers, I left the sentence unfinished, hoping Eve would get what I was implying.

After a minute of silence, she asked, “Do you go out much? On dates, I mean? I gather you’re not in a relationship now?”

“No, I’m not in a relationship. I haven’t been since my marriage ended. I have plenty of friends that I see socially, but my only real bond is with Bambi. As for dating, never with men. They’re not for me. I will go out with women from time to time, however.”

I watched to see how she would react to that. It didn’t seem to bother her, and she kept her hand over my arm.

“How about you? Is there a man in your life?” I asked.

Eve smiled. “No, there isn’t. There’s no one. Like you, my energies are all devoted to my daughters.”

We walked a while longer, and then she stopped, turning to look the way we’d come. Our arms became unlinked. “Okay, that’s a good long ways,” she said, “at least a mile, maybe more. Shall we head back?”

“Yes, let’s.”

As we started back up the sand, I reached for her hand and she allowed me to take it. That was a good sign. My hints, up to this point, had all been fairly well received. If her reception was not enthusiastic, at least she was not rejecting my attentions.

“Where do you and Bambi live?” she asked.

“On the east coast. We’re out here for a few days on a little vacation.”

“Do you travel a lot?”

“Yes, we do. I enjoy it, and I like to let Bambi see new places. Plus it gives us the chance to meet lovely people such as yourself and your daughters.”

She smiled and held my hand a little tighter.

“What are you doing for dinner tonight?” I inquired. “Any plans?”

I saw her blush for the first time. She thought I was asking her on a date. “You mean just me? I, uh…”

“No,” I chuckled, “I mean both you and the girls. I’d love to take us all out to dinner. I know a wonderful seafood place that’s not too far away.”

“Oh,” she giggled, giving my hand an affectionate squeeze, “I thought for a second there you were hitting on me.”

I took her arm in mine again. “Well, I may get around to that at some point. You are a very attractive woman, Eve, and I like you a lot. But for now, all I’m looking for is friendship. Our daughters seem to get along well, and if you can stand my company, I’d like us all to spend some time together. It will be my treat.”

She thought for a moment, then smiled and nodded. “That would be nice,” she said softly. “Thank you.”

Excellent, I told myself. So far, so good.

We walked a little longer, and then I asked, “Is your daughter Gwen an athlete? It certainly looks like she’s in good shape physically.”

Again, if Eve caught the double meaning of my remark, she didn’t give any indication of being bothered by it. She answered, “Yes, she plays tennis and volleyball and she’s on the swim team. She’s very active.”

“Bambi loves swimming too. I can hardly keep her out of the water. The problem is keeping her in that little bikini that keeps wanting to fall off.”

That made Eve laugh. “I, well, you know, I wasn’t going to say anything, but since you brought it up, I, um… nothing, never mind.”

“No, please, go on. What were you going to say?”

She put her other hand on my arm. “I hope you’ll forgive me for being so personal, but I’m curious why you would let her, such a young girl I mean, a child, wear a skimpy little bathing suit like that. It seems more suited to, well, to someone older.”

“I don’t mind you asking personal questions. Feel free to ask me anything you want. I mean that, anything. As for Bambi, she loves to dress up in clothes that are mature for her age. She just turned 10, but she’s always after me to buy her sexy dresses and let her wear shoes with heels and so on. It makes her happy, and I don’t see any harm in pleasing her that way.”

Eve thought for a moment. Then she said, “No, I suppose you’re right. If it makes her happy.”

“Does it make you uncomfortable seeing her body displayed that way?”

“No, no, please, I — I’m sorry if I offended you. It’s just that it’s unusual, that’s all.”

I patted her arm. “I’m not offended. I’m only interested in learning more about what you think, what makes you tick. As I said, Eve, you’re a very attractive woman, and I’d like to get to know you better.”

After that, we were both quiet for several minutes. Then I asked, “Can you ever see yourself getting married again?”

She took a few moments to think about her answer. “Maybe. But maybe not. I can see myself staying single, maybe forever. I like it. At this point, I’m really not interested in, you know, in dating and all that. I have other things on my mind. But who knows, maybe someday.”

“Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Yes, of course,” she giggled, “please do. Ask me anything.”

If she was mocking me a bit, I didn’t mind. The teasing was another sign of a growing intimacy between us.

“So, if you’re not in a relationship, and you don’t go out on dates, what do you do to satisfy your… your needs?”

“That is a personal question. But okay, I said you could ask me anything.” She took a deep breath. “I, um, I masturbate, of course, like I suppose almost everyone does. And I…… ”

“Go on.”

“Can I confess something to you?”

“Yes, of course.” I held her arm tighter.

“I may have come late to it, but just in the last few months, I finally discovered Internet pornography. There’s so much of it! Do you know what I mean?”

“Yes, I do know what you mean,” I laughed.

“So, after I realized how much there was to see, I, well, I’ve been spending a lot of time almost every night exploring and, um, satisfying my curiosity and my, well, myself.”

“Masturbating.”

“Yes,” she giggled. “A lot. Does that surprise you?”

“Maybe a little. From the outside, you seem pretty calm and cool. But I guess there’s a flame burning inside, right?”

“Yeah,” she giggled again, “and it’s burning pretty hot.”

I was about to ask Eve what sort of porn most appealed to her, but then I noticed that we were almost back to where we’d left the girls.

So I said, “We should talk more about this later. It’s healthy for women to share these things with each other, I think. Not keep everything bottled up.”

“You’re probably right.”

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Naughty Mommy

The next morning was kind of weird.

I woke up first, at a little before 8:00. Dana and Chelsea were both still snoozing, curled up together, facing each other. I needed to pee, and when I returned from Dana’s bathroom, they were gone.

After slipping into my panties and skirt and blouse, which I’d left on the floor, I went to find them. They were in Chelsea’s room. The little girl was sitting on her bed, tugging a tight t-shirt over her head. She was already wearing a pair of shorts. Her mom was sitting beside her, in a faded blue terry cloth robe.

“Good morning,” smiled Dana.

“Good morning,” I replied.

I stood at the door and watched as Dana helped Chelsea pull the t-shirt on. Then they got up and came toward me, holding hands. “Good morning, Miss Julie,” Chelsea grinned.

“Hi, honey.” I smiled, leaning down to give her a kiss.

“Are you hungry?” Dana asked.

“Yeah, I guess.” I followed them out to the kitchen.

“All we have is Cheerios, I think. Is that okay?”

“Sure, it’s fine, of course. I like Cheerios.”

We sat at their beat-up dinette table and ate cold cereal, chatting casually. Dana made toast for us too, and we had orange juice.

What surprised me, though, was that they both behaved as if nothing at all had happened between us the night before. Or maybe they were acting like nothing unusual had taken place — as though it was perfectly normal for the 12-year-old babysitter to be naked in bed with them, helping the 7-year-old child masturbate her mother!

Anyway, that’s how it was. As we finished our breakfast, I said, “Um, I’m supposed to call my mom and tell her what my plans are.”

“All right,” Dana nodded. “Let’s see, I have to take Chelsea to her dance class at 11:00, so if you want, we can drop you off then. Is that okay?”

“Sure.” I took my dishes over to the sink, noticing that they didn’t have a dishwasher in the apartment. I helped Dana wash and put away the dishes, and then I called my mother. She asked to speak to Dana and suggested that they come to our place at about 5:30 that night for dinner and the sleepover.

* * *

We had our dinner outside again, on the back patio. Mommy didn’t want to cook, so she’d ordered a variety of sandwiches from the deli near us. Everyone enjoyed them.

It was another beautiful spring evening. I played with Chelsea and Molly and Kate on the swing set for a while after we finished eating, and when it got dark, we went inside.

It was about 8:00 o’clock. Our mother told us she had a video she thought we might like to watch. She didn’t say it was a movie, so I wasn’t sure what she was going to show us. Certainly it couldn’t be porn — could it??

She went to the kitchen, returning shortly with glasses of wine for herself and Dana, and then put a DVD into the player. We all snuggled up on the sofa, Kate on one end with Mommy beside her, Molly sitting on her lap. Then came me, and then Dana, holding Chelsea on her lap.

The video came on. Actually it was a series of short videos called Candydoll.tv, something I had never seen before. We sat and watched as one after another, beautiful young models, lovely girls who seemed to be only about 9 or 10 years old, came on the screen. They all wore revealing outfits, like bikinis or leotards. The girls smiled and posed, showing off their smooth pre-pubescent bodies, as seductive music played in the background.

Nobody spoke. My mom and Dana occasionally sipped their wine. I was becoming extremely aroused, seeing all those sexy girls on our big-screen TV. It was especially exciting to know that 8-year-old Molly and 7-year-old Chelsea were watching the titillating display along with us. I squeezed my thighs together, making my pussy tingle. I could tell that I was getting very wet.

After about twenty minutes, as the third or fourth girl was doing her thing, I noticed Mommy slowly slide her hand up inside Molly’s shirt. She started playing with her nipples. Dana saw what she was doing. She followed the example, playing with her own daughter’s nipples under her little t-shirt.

In another ten minutes or so, the video ended. The screen went dark. My mother asked, “Did you like that?”

“Yeah, it was totally hot!” Kate answered immediately.

“Very, very nice,” agreed Dana. Then she asked Chelsea, “What did you think, honey?”

“They were really pretty,” said the child.

“Good,” Mommy smiled. “I thought that might put us in the mood for a game I want to play, sort of a party game.”

She got up, sliding Molly off her lap, and went over to a cabinet next to the TV. Opening the door, she removed three large plastic bowls from within the cabinet and placed them on the coffee table in front of us. The bowls were labeled MY, WITH, and HER. Inside each bowl were folded slips of paper. I frowned, trying to figure out what sort of game this could be. But whatever it was, I was pretty sure it would be sexy!

“Okay, now, to play this game, the first thing we have to do,” my mother said, “is take off our clothes. We all have to get naked.”

“We do?” Kate asked, her eyes wide.

“Sure,” Mommy nodded. “Come on, everyone up and take off your clothes!”

She began by pulling her knit top over her head. Underneath she was wearing a lacy red bra that pushed up her beautiful breasts. My mouth started to water as I looked at her. I slowly stood and started to unbutton my blouse.

“Ooh, goodie, this’ll be fun,” laughed Dana.

She and Chelsea got up, both giggling as they began to undress. Kate stood up too, shaking her head but grinning as she unzipped her jeans and pushed them down.

In a minute, we were all naked, four young girls and two grown women. One of the women, of course, looked just like a girl. Dana was smaller in size than either me or Kate. With her tiny boobs and her shaved pussy, she could almost pass for a pre-teen, like us. My mother licked her lips as she stared at Dana, seeing her nude for the first time.

“So, here’s how it works,” Mommy told us. “When it’s your turn, you take a piece of paper out of this bowl labeled ‘MY’.” She took a slip from the bowl and opened it.

“You read out loud what it says.” She looked at the paper, and read, “Nose.” She giggled, “Okay, that means my nose.” Then she reached into the bowl labeled WITH and took out another slip. She opened it and read, “Julie.”

Instantly I blushed. I had no idea yet what the game was, and I was actually quite excited to play it, whatever it turned out to be, but I blushed at having my name chosen first.

My mother reached into the third bowl, the one labeled HER. She opened a slip of paper and read, “Foot.” That made her laugh out loud.

“Okay, so it’s my nose, on Julie’s foot,” she continued. “See? Whatever body part you get — it could be hand, or nose, or mouth, or something else — but whatever it is, you have to rub that part of your body on her body, on the person whose name you chose. And then it’s her turn after that. Get it?”

We all nodded, giggling. It seemed simple enough, but of course the interesting thing to consider was what other body parts might be written on those slips of paper, and what sort of combinations we might end up with.

Anyway, my mom got down on her hands and knees, naked, and vigorously rubbed her nose on my foot. Everyone laughed hysterically.

Then it was my turn. The three slips of paper I got said ‘Hand’, meaning my hand, plus ‘Dana’, and ‘Bottom’. I had to rub my hand on Dana’s bottom! I would do that gladly!

The pretty blonde mom giggled as she turned around, facing away from me, sticking out her rear end. She peeked over her shoulder, flashing me that 500-watt smile. I put my hand on her small, perfect bottom, squeezing it, rubbing it, almost but not quite letting my fingers slip down inside the crack. That would come later, I hoped.

Dana chose next. She got ‘Nose’, ‘Kate’, and ‘Nipple’!

Wow! What a great game this was! We all watched, laughing, having fun, but also getting turned on as Dana nuzzled Kate’s breasts, rubbing her nose all over my sister’s erect nipples.

After that it was Katie’s turn. Her first slip of paper said ‘Mouth’, the second said ‘Julie‘ — hurray! — and the third also said ‘Mouth’. Her mouth on my mouth. Nice!

We stood naked, giggling as we looked into each other’s eyes. Then we brought our mouths together. We kissed wetly, using our tongues.

“Wow,” I heard Dana sigh. She hadn’t seen us kiss that way before.

I was next. Out of the three bowls, I got ‘Bottom’, ‘Molly’, and ‘Bottom’. Everyone laughed as my baby sister and I turned around, putting our butts together, rubbing them back and forth.

“When is it my turn?” Chelsea asked, hopping excitedly up and down.

“When someone picks your name out of the bowl, honey. Don’t worry, it’ll be soon,” her mother assured her.

“Okay.”

Little blonde Molly reached a hand into the first bowl, the one labeled MY. She selected a slip of paper and opened it. Her eyes went wide, and then she shouted, “Pussy!” The second paper she chose said ‘Suzanne’, and the third said ‘Nose’.

Molly frowned, looking confused. “What does it mean, Mommy?”

“It means you rub your pussy on my nose,” our mother answered. Then she got down on the floor, positioning her face in front of her youngest daughter’s crotch. She closed her eyes and waited.

“Oh, man,” breathed Kate. I took her hand. For all her customary boldness, sometimes these racy new adventures could intimidate my sister somewhat. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and squeezed her hand.

Taking a step forward, Molly brought her vulva right up to Mommy’s nose. And what she did next surprised me. Before rubbing her pussy on her mom’s face, she used the fingers of one hand to spread her lips apart and put the other hand behind Mommy’s head, pulling her in. It really was a sexual act we were watching!

Our mother kept her eyes closed and her mouth closed too, but moved her face all around, nuzzling inside Molly’s pussy lips. This went on for several seconds, both participants obviously enjoying it very much.

When Molly finally stepped away, Mommy opened her eyes, grinning widely. The end of her nose was wet with my little sister’s pussy juice.

It was Mommy’s turn next. She stood and took a slip of paper from the first bowl. “Nipple,” she announced, chuckling. After taking a piece of paper from the second bowl, she hesitated, then said, “Chelsea.” I glanced at the paper before she put it back and saw that it actually read ‘Kate’. It was nice of her, I thought, to make sure the little girl got a turn.

The third slip of paper said ‘Hand’. Mommy turned to the youngster. “Okay, cutie, I have to rub my nipple on your hand. Is that all right?”

“Sure!” Chelsea nodded, beaming. She held out her right hand.

My mother bent down, taking the child’s hand in hers. She placed it over her breast. Covering Chelsea’s small hand with both of her hands, Mommy squeezed, pinching her erect nipple between the girl’s fingers. “Mmm, that’s nice,” she sighed. “Do you want to do the other one too?”

“Yes, please,” Chelsea answered.

Mommy leaned in to give her a quick kiss on the lips, then moved the hand to her other breast, repeating the action of fondling and squeezing her hard nipple.

Now it was Chelsea’s turn. She got ‘Hand’, ‘Julie’, and ‘Pussy’. Oh my gosh!

I sat down on the sofa, spreading my legs apart. I looked at the little girl’s pretty face, smiling at her. She returned my smile, looked down at her hand, then at my exposed pussy, and giggled. But she didn’t make a move.

“Go on, honey,” Dana encouraged. “This is part of the game.”

“Okay.” Chelsea swallowed and knelt between my legs. I opened my pussy lips with my fingers. I wanted her to rub inside. She did. She put her fingers between my lips, where I was very wet and slippery. She rubbed up and down. I closed my eyes. God, it felt so nice. I wanted it to go on forever!

But after a few seconds more, Chelsea took her fingers away and stood up again. I opened my eyes just in time to see her take the fingers into her mouth, tasting my pussy juice.

The game went on for another half hour or so. Next I got ‘Mouth’, ‘Kate’, and ‘Hand’, which was amusing. Kate chose ‘Nose’, ‘Kate’, and ‘Foot’, which was hilarious because it meant she had to rub her nose on her own foot. Then she got ‘Mouth’, ‘Dana’, and ‘Bottom’. We really enjoyed watching that.

Dana chose next. She got ‘Nipple’, ‘Suzanne’, and ‘Pussy’! Wow!!

Four naked girls stood and watched as their moms got on the sofa, our mother leaning back and spreading her legs wide, Dana climbing on top of her, rubbing her long stiff nipples, each of them, up and down inside Mommy’s wet pussy. Mmm, that was so exciting to see.

Then it was Mommy’s turn. She got ‘Pussy’, ‘Chelsea’, and ‘Mouth’! I was watching closely as she chose, and this time that really was what the slips of paper said. She was so lucky!

Before going ahead, my mom asked Dana if it was all right.

“Sure, it’s fine with me,” the woman said. Then she turned to her daughter, “What do you think, honey? Is it all right if Miss Suzanne rubs her cootchie on your mouth, for the game?”

“Yeah, it’s okay,” Chelsea nodded, looking at my mother’s crotch. “I want her to.”

“All right, little girl, get down on your knees,” Mommy said.

Chelsea obeyed, and our mother moved up close to her. Taking the child’s head in her hands, she drew it in, pressing the girl’s mouth firmly against her pussy lips. Chelsea’s eyes were closed, and I think her mouth was closed too — although you couldn’t really tell, since her face was buried between our mother’s swollen labia. Mommy rocked her pelvis back and forth a few times, moaning in pleasure as she rubbed her cunt against the little girl’s mouth.

Finally she stepped back, sighing heavily, taking her own breasts into her hands and pinching the nipples. “Thank you, sweetie,” she said, her voice quavering a bit. “It’s your turn now.”

Chelsea got ‘Hand’, ‘Molly’, and ‘Nipple’, which was fun to see, and then Molly got ‘Foot’, ‘Kate’, and ‘Mouth’. We all had a good laugh about that, releasing some of the sexual tension that was building up. But right after that, Kate got ‘Mouth’, ‘Molly’, and ‘Pussy’! Things heated up again as we watched her kneel in front of Molly, giving her sister’s sweet pussy several deep wet kisses.

Molly chose ‘Hand’, ‘Dana’, and ‘Nipple’ — which was nice — and then Dana chose ‘Pussy’, ‘Julie’, and ‘Hand’ — which was even nicer! — and my turn was next. I selected ‘Mouth’, ‘Suzanne’, and ‘Mouth’, meaning I would get to kiss my mom. Yummy!

We stood together, putting our arms around each other. I looked up into her beautiful blue eyes. “I love you, Mommy,” I said.

“I love you, darling girl.” She pulled me to her, and we kissed, our lips apart, our tongues eagerly exploring. We kissed that way for maybe a minute, pressing our bodies together, orally sharing our love.

When at last we finished, Dana sighed, “Wow…”

I glanced over at her and saw that she was rubbing her pussy. Mommy smiled at me, giving me one more quick kiss on the lips before letting me go. Then she said, “Okay, it’s getting late. Almost time for these little girls to get to bed.”

“Oh, Mommy, do we have to?” Molly complained.

“Yes, but first we’ll play one more turn of the game. And remember, it’s a sleepover tonight, with all four of you girls sharing one bed. Won’t that be fun?”

Earlier, my mother and I had decided that the slumber party would take place in my room, since I had a double bed that could fit all of us. A tight fit, perhaps, but that would be part of the fun.

“And since I chose first,” she continued, “I will choose last. But we’ll all play this time, for the last turn. Okay?”

Without waiting for us to answer, she dug her hand into the bowls, pulling out several slips of paper. She pretended to look at them, and then announced, “I have ‘Chelsea’, ‘Pussy’, ‘Dana’, I have ‘Kate’, ‘Pussy’, ‘Julie’, and I have ‘Molly’, ‘Pussy’, ‘Suzanne’. We’ll do all three of these turns at once. So, Dana and Julie, you sit down here with me.”

She sat on the sofa, pulling us down next to her, one on each side. “Kate, you get on Julie, pussy to pussy, and little Chelsea, hon, you get on your mommy. Rub your pussy on hers. Molly, baby, you come here and get on top of me. Rub your hot little pussy on mine. That’s how we’ll finish the game.”

We all did as we were told, and oh, how very nice it was! Kate climbed on me, twining her legs between mine, scissors style. She put her arms around me and we kissed as she rubbed her pussy against mine. Her tongue was in my mouth, her lips caressing mine, her juicy pussy sliding up and down over my wet pussy.

My sister Molly was on top of Mommy, her tender white body enfolded in our mother’s arms. With their pussies meeting up, that put Molly’s head at about the level of Mommy’s tits. So, naturally enough, Molly took a nipple into her mouth and began sucking.

I didn’t actually see all this, because I was too busy at the time being kissed and fucked by Kate, but Mommy told me that on the other side of them, Chelsea watched what Molly did, and then decided to follow her lead. She put her little pussy over her mom’s and her mouth over Dana’s nipple. She sucked and they fucked.

None of us reached orgasm that way, at least not just then. We held each other tightly, the little girl’s sucking their mom’s nipples, Katie and I kissing, all of us moaning and groaning excitedly, naked bodies sliding together in incestuous lesbian passion… but the angles weren’t quite right, or something. After a long while, I heard Mommy whisper, “Mmm, okay, time for bed now, everyone.”

Reluctantly, I broke off the kiss with my sexy sister. I wasn’t really upset, though, because I knew there would be much more to ‘come’ (ha-ha) that night in my bed.

And there was.

We walked upstairs, still naked, carrying our clothes. Mommy and Dana came into my room with us, giving all four girls nice, loving, wet kisses, and then they said goodnight and proceeded down the hall to our mother’s bedroom, where they would have their own sensual slumber party.

I made sure that Chelsea and Molly brushed their teeth (Kate didn’t need to be told), we each used the toilet, and then we got in bed. The younger girls were in the middle, with Kate and I on either side. I switched off the bedside lamp. It was dark inside the room. We cuddled together, the little girls giggling.

“Do you guys wanna kiss and stuff?” I asked. “Or would you rather just go to sleep now?”

That made them laugh. Of course they didn’t want to go to sleep!

So, I started touching them, my hands sliding over their soft, warm skin in the dark… feeling their flat chests, the raised bumps of their nipples, their silky thighs… and between those thighs, their smooth, puffy labia, completely hairless, with a tempting cleft that just drew my fingers in.

I met my sister Kate’s fingers there, too. She was enjoying the feel of their young bodies as much as I was. Together we caressed and fondled the two little girls between us. Our hands went everywhere. Our mouths kissed their lips, their necks, their chests, their tiny nipples. In my bed, in the dark, we pushed back the covers and sprawled on each other, four young girls in a pile of lesbian lust.

There was no way I could keep track of all that happened after that, keep it all straight. You know how I am, how I try so hard to remember things and take good notes — but this was almost like being in a dream, a fever dream of impressions, sensations, overlapping images, with a mouth here, a leg there, a nipple, a hairless pussy, fingers going in, lips kissing, a sigh, a moan, a deep groan, something wet touching my face…

Is that a finger? A nipple? A pair of youthful pussy lips? It doesn’t matter. I open my mouth and take it in. I suck whatever it is, suck and kiss and lick. I let my fingers roam and explore, entering into holes, whatever holes they can find. I don’t know who or what I am touching, whose little holes I am exploring, whose mouths are sucking my nipples, kissing my pussy, licking my clit, whose legs those are around my head, whose tongue is inside my cunt, who it is probing my ass, biting my nipple, making me come!

And I did come. I came again and again. They did too, and although I can’t say for certain who came how many times, I’m pretty sure that all four of us had orgasms, probably several of them.

It was a night I will always remember, an orgy of underage lesbian sex, with four girls from 7 to 12 years old giving and receiving the most intense pleasure that it is possible to experience. At last, after countless climaxes, our naked bodies drenched in sweat, saliva, and sexual secretions, we mutually and silently agreed that it was enough, that we were sated, spent, complete. I feel asleep with a girl on my left, a girl on my right, and another girl somewhere too, all of us close, hugging, breathing softly, dreaming of warm feminine skin, of kisses, and caresses…

* * *

The alarm on my clock radio went off, waking me. Groggily, I raised my head, looking at the illuminated numbers. It was 7:15. I sat up, shutting off the alarm. Stretching, I looked at the other three girls. They were all still sleeping soundly.

I listened for a moment. The house was silent. No one else was up.

Good, that was what I wanted. I had a plan for that morning, something I had been looking forward to for several weeks. It was Sunday, May 9, 2010.

It was Mother’s Day!

I got out of bed and went around to the other side, where Kate was softly snoring. I shook her awake. “Katie…”

“Mmff… what…?” she groaned.

“Come on, it’s time to get up,” I whispered. “We have to do the surprise.”

“What time is it?”

“It’s 7:15, like we planned.”

“That’s too early,” she yawned. “Wake me later.”

She tried to turn over, to get away from me, but I wouldn’t let her. “No, come on,” I giggled, “you have to get up and help me.”

I started tickling my sister, on each side of her tummy. That always works. Soon she was laughing almost uncontrollably. “Shh, don’t wake the little ones,” I said.

Kate got up and we went downstairs. We were both naked. We got to work.

* * *

A little less than an hour later, everything was ready. It was still quiet upstairs, I was relieved to hear.

The next step was to wake Molly and Chelsea. I waited in the hall outside my mother’s room, listening to make sure they weren’t up yet, while Kate went in and awakened the little girls. I inhaled the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the enticing scent of cinnamon rolls baking in the oven, almost done.

Kate came out of my room, the younger ones right behind her. All three were naked. Kate was holding the sign we’d made. She brought it over and we taped it to the wall, where Mommy couldn’t help but see it when she opened her bedroom door.

In bold, brightly colored letters, the profusely decorated sign read:

At first glance, you might have thought the sign said ‘eat with us’, but of course it didn’t.

After making sure the sign was just where we wanted it, we tiptoed to the end of the hall and down the stairs, all four of us stifling giggles. We went into the dining room, where Kate started getting the young ones arranged while I went to the kitchen and took the cinnamon rolls out of the oven. I poured two cups of coffee, placing the mugs on the table. Checking to make sure everyone was in place, I went back to the foot of the stairs.

“Mommy!” I called, banging on a pan with a wooden spoon. “Mommy! Dana! Time to get up!”

“Mommy! Get up!” The other three girls shouted from the dining room. We yelled and I banged the pan until I heard the door open upstairs.

“All right, already!” I heard my mother call.

Laughing, I ran back to the dining room. I knew it would take them a minute to read the sign, perhaps use the bathroom or put on robes, and then come down and see what was going on. That should give us plenty of time, but I wanted to make sure the surprise was completely ready.

It was.

Half a minute later, we heard them coming down the stairs. They were laughing together, commenting on our sign.

“We’re in here!” Molly called. Chelsea joined the chorus. “We’re in here!!”

Arm in arm, the two women came through the passage from the family room into the dining room. Then they stopped and stared, jaws dropping, mouths gaping, eyes wide at what they beheld.

“Happy Mother’s Day!” we cried in unison.

And you can just imagine what they saw!!!

Continue on to Chapter 85

By Naughty Mommy

As we were eating breakfast that morning at Pancake Palace, Molly asked, “Can I have Chelsea for a sleepover?”

I’m sure that all of us, Molly included, were thinking that those two little girls definitely would be doing something more than just sleeping during a sleepover. And I’m equally sure that all of us would have been be very happy if that’s what happened.

In any case, our mother replied, “Sure, why not? When do you want to have her over?”

“Tonight.”

“You can’t have her tonight,” Mommy laughed. “It’s a school night. How about next weekend, maybe Friday night?”

“No, not Friday,” Molly said. “That’s Emily’s birthday party.”

“Oh, you’re right, I forgot about that. Well, then, Saturday?” Mommy suggested.

“Okay!” Molly jumped up and gave our mom a nice syrupy kiss on the lips, thanking her.

So, now we could look forward to having cute little Chelsea come for a sleepover on Saturday night. And what was even better, when Mommy called them later that day to offer the invitation, she asked not only Chelsea to come, but Dana too! We would have both of them sleeping over!

Our mother was still pretty strict about what we could do on school nights. She would usually let Kate and me masturbate in bed with her, at least a couple times a week, but that was all, no heavy sex on weeknights, and no porno movies either. We had to be in bed with lights out by 10:00. Molly’s bedtime was 9:00, so she couldn’t play with us much either. But that just heightened the anticipation of our weekend fun.

When Friday arrived, Mommy came home from work a little early so she could drive Molly over to Emily’s house at 5:00 for the birthday party. Then she took Kate and me out to dinner, nothing very fancy, just sushi. Kate didn’t like it that much, but I loved it. And then at 7:00, Mommy dropped me off at the Frederiksen’s. She said she and Kate were planning to go shopping at the mall for a little while before picking Molly up at 8:30, after the party was over.

“Do you think you’ll stop in at Victoria’s Secret?” I asked.

“We might,” Mommy answered with a wink. Katie grinned.

“Well, if you do, say hi to Melissa and, um, Tracy for me if you see them, okay?”

“Of course we will. And we’ll give them a nice wet kiss for you too, honey,” Mommy teased.

“All right, good,” I laughed.

Dana met me at the door. We waved to my mom and my sister, and then went inside as they drove away. Chelsea came running out from her room — and it was so adorable, mother and daughter were in identical outfits again!

They were both wearing matching shorts and tops in a brightly flowered pattern, along with flat white sandals. They had their blonde hair pulled back in ponytails. They really did look like they could be sisters.

It occurred to me then that Dana wasn’t dressed the way she usually would be when she went out on a Friday night, and it turned out there was a reason for that.

“Know what I decided?” Dana asked as I hugged and kissed her daughter.

“No, what?”

“I decided I could have more fun staying home tonight and playing with you guys than going out. Don’t worry, I’ll still pay you for babysitting, but I’m just gonna stay here, okay?”

“Sure,” I said, putting the little girl down, “but you don’t have to pay me. I know money’s tight for you. And I love being here anyway, playing with Chelsea.”

I glanced over at Dana. “And, um, playing with you too,” I added, blushing.

“Oh, that’s so sweet.” She kissed my cheek. “Well, we’ll see about paying.”

“C’mon, Miss Julie, I wanna show you something.” Chelsea tugged my hand, pulling me toward her bedroom. Dana followed us.

In Chelsea’s room, I discovered that she now had a small Lego set. We got down on the floor together and played with it for a while, Dana joining us, lying on her tummy and acting just like a little kid.

After the Legos, we played with her dolls, but in another half-hour or so, Chelsea seemed to be getting bored. That’s when Dana suggested, “You guys wanna play house?”

“Okay,” Chelsea grinned, popping up onto her knees. “Are you gonna be the mommy?”

“No, I think Miss Julie should be the mom. You and me will be her little girls. And she’ll be getting us ready for bed, okay?”

“That’s funny,” Chelsea giggled. “She’s the mommy and you’re not.”

“Yeah, ‘cuz I’m your sister,” Dana smiled, kissing her daughter and nuzzling her nose.

They looked so cute, sitting together on the floor in their matching outfits. I felt a warm stirring between my legs as I imagined the kind of fun we could have playing a game where I was the mom and they were my little girls.

Dana turned to me. “Um, Julie, I was thinking… I don’t know if you’d want to or not, but, I mean, maybe instead of going home later, you could stay over, you know, and sleep here tonight. You want to?”

She looked at me plaintively, her eyebrows raised. The woman was smaller than I was, physically, and with the way she was dressed that night, she seemed even more like a pre-teen girl than ever. It was weird how sometimes I felt like I was older than her in a way, even though I was only 12.

Anyhow, I shrugged and smiled. “Okay, sure, that sounds good. But, um, I should call my mom and tell her.” I stood up.

“Great!” Dana flashed me that dazzling smile, almost buckling my knees.

“So, uh, I’ll be right back,” I told them. I hurried down the hall to the small living room, picked up the phone and punched in my mom’s mobile number. After three rings, she answered.

“Hello?”

“Mommy? Hi, are you guys having fun?”

“Hey, honey. Yes, we are. What’s up?”

“Well, I just wanted you to know that, uh, Dana and Chelsea asked me to spend the night here, with them. And I said I would. Is that all right?”

“Of course it is, sweetie. It sounds like fun. Think you might get to fool around with them?”

I grinned. “Yeah, I think I might. I sure hope so.”

“Good. I hope so too,” Mommy said. “All right, honey. Well, call me in the morning and let me know what your plans are for the day, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks, Mom. I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetie. Goodnight.”

“G’night, Mommy.”

And then I went back to Chelsea’s room. She and her mother had just finished putting away the dolls and things and were ready to play the game.

I stood in the doorway, smiling at them. I was wearing a plaid miniskirt that night along with a white short-sleeved blouse and no bra. I’d left my flat shoes in the living room. Chelsea and Dana grinned at me. They’d both removed their sandals earlier and were barefoot too.

I took a deep breath. “Okay, little girls,” I said. “It’s time for you to go to bed.”

“Oh, Mommy, can’t we stay up and play some more?” Dana whined. That made Chelsea laugh.

I shook my head. “No, honey, you can’t. It’s already late, past your bedtime. Now, come on, you two,” I clapped my hands, “let’s go to my room. You can sleep in my bed tonight, okay?”

“Goodie!” Dana hopped to her feet, bouncing happily up and down just like a child. Chelsea stood beside her, giggling.

I walked along the short hall to Dana’s bedroom, my ‘daughters’ trailing me.

“All right,” I said, sitting them side by side on the double bed, “let me get your clothes off now.”

I began with Dana. The flowered top she was wearing had two buttons behind the neck. I opened them and pulled the little top over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I stared at the woman’s tiny boobs, at her stiff nipples. She was so sexy.

Dana looked at me expectantly. It was clear that I had permission to do almost anything I wanted with them that night. They were in my hands, figuratively — and soon they would be literally!

“Stand up now, sweetie,” I said to her, “so I can take off your shorts.”

“Okay, Mommy,” she replied. Chelsea giggled again.

The shorts had a simple elastic waistband. I tugged them down her slender legs and the woman stepped out of them. All she had on now was a pair of baby blue bikini undies.

I was in front of her, kneeling on the carpet. Dana stood with her feet apart, her toes pointing out, like a little girl. I looked at her crotch. The panties fit tightly, hugging and outlining her pussy lips. There was a noticeable dark spot right in the center. She was wet.

Hooking my fingers into the waistband of the panties, I slowly pulled them down, and she stepped out of them. Her pussy was shaved completely smooth. I looked at her a moment longer, licking my lips. Then I turned to Chelsea.

“Okay, baby,” I said. “Your turn now. Stand up.”

She hopped off the bed and stood next to her mother. I quickly unbuttoned the top and pulled it off, then removed her shorts and her cute Hello Kitty undies. She was naked. I took their hands and led them both into Dana’s bathroom.

“Now you sit on the toilet and tinkle, and then I’ll wipe you, okay?” I told Chelsea. I was treating them like they were pre-schoolers.

The little girl giggled and did as I’d asked. She peed, and I wiped her. We flushed the toilet. She got up and Dana took her place. She spread her slim legs, releasing a stream of urine into the water. “I can wipe myself, Mommy,” she said, when she was done.

“No,” I told her, shaking my head, “you’re not big enough yet.” I got a wad of toilet paper and carefully wiped the woman clean, then flushed.

“All right, little girls, come and get in bed now.”

We returned to the bedroom. I pulled back the covers and they climbed in, sitting next to each other, leaning on pillows against the headboard, holding hands. They were both naked, and I was still dressed, of course. I would soon remedy that.

I began unbuttoning my blouse. When my breasts came into view, Dana said, “I like your boobies, Mommy.”

“Thank you, honey.” I cupped my breasts in my hands. They were still quite small, of course, just conical mounds with plump nipples. “When you girls grow up, you’ll get boobies too.”

Chelsea giggled again, looking at her mother’s breasts. But she didn’t say anything about that, playing along with the game.

After tossing my blouse away, I unzipped my plaid skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I was wearing black panties, lacy and partly sheer, my sexiest pair. Turning my back to my ‘daughters’, I stuck out my bottom and slowly pulled the panties down, showing them my butt.

“Ooh,” I heard Dana sigh. I bent over at the waist, drawing the undies down to my feet and stepping out of them. Then I turned back around, hands on my hips, displaying my naked body.

“You’re so pretty, Miss Julie,” said Chelsea. “Oh, um, I mean, Mommy.”

“Thank you, sweetie,” I grinned.

Then I got in bed with them. I took the middle spot, my arms around my two girls. I hugged them, looking back and forth at their lovely faces. They smiled at me.

“Do you remember when you were very little,” I began, “and I would take you in my bed at night, and before you went to sleep I would let you suck on my nipples, like a baby?”

Chelsea shook her head. “No…”

“I remember, Mommy,” Dana said softly. “I liked it when we did that.”

“Do you want to do it again tonight?” I asked. As I said that, I pulled in on their shoulders, turning them and bringing them closer to my breasts.

“You can suck on my nipples now,” I whispered. “Just like a baby. Both of you, at the same time.”

Dana took my breast in her hand. “Okay, Mommy.”

She smiled at her daughter, nodding, “You do it too, honey.” And then Dana took my nipple into her mouth.

Chelsea’s blue eyes were huge. I could tell that this was a game she had not played before. I knew she’d kissed her mother while Dana masturbated, but apparently she had never sucked her nipple, or at least not since she really was an infant.

The little girl looked at my tit. She licked her lips. She glanced over at her mom, watching for a moment as Dana sucked on my nipple. Then Chelsea parted her lips and closed her mouth over my breast. She began to suck.

I groaned in pleasure. It felt so wonderful, both of them licking and sucking my tits at the same time. God, it was hot! I squeezed my thighs together, stimulating my clit. I petted their heads, cooing to them.

“That’s right, that’s right, suck Mommy’s nipples. Make Mommy feel good.” I reached a hand between my legs, openly masturbating now in front of them. Dana’s eyes were closed, but Chelsea’s were open. She looked down at my fingers as I rubbed my clit.

Dana was really getting into it. She was curled up next to me, almost in a fetal position, one hand on my breast, sucking hungrily, making little ‘nom-nom’ sounds. Chelsea’s gaze went back and forth from her mother sucking my tit to my hand moving between my legs.

“Mommy’s getting very excited,” I whispered to Chelsea, rubbing my clit faster. I kissed the top of her head. “When you suck Mommy’s nipple that way, it feels so nice.”

I was already getting close. This was so arousing, a mother and her young daughter sucking my nipples at the same time while I played with myself. “Mmm, yeah, that’s it, that’s right, so nice. Don’t stop. Suck Mommy’s nipples. Make Mommy come.”

Dana opened her eyes, looking up at me. She smiled, holding my erect nipple between her teeth. Then she closed her lips again and sucked even harder. I started to come.

“Oh, god, oh god!” I cried. “Ah! AHH!!”

My thighs squeezed together around my hand. Dana and Chelsea sucked my tits. I fingered my clit, extending my orgasm, gasping and sobbing in climactic pleasure.

Finally I was finished. I was able to relax my thighs, releasing my hand. I raised it to my mouth, tasting myself. “Oh my god, that was nice,” I sighed. “Thank you, girls. Thank you so much, my sweet daughters.”

They both grinned up at me. Dana gave me a kiss on the lips. “I love you, Mommy,” she said. Chelsea giggled.

“You know what I want to see now?” I asked them. They shook their heads.

“I want to see my pretty girls kiss each other. Can you do that for Mommy?”

Dana looked at her daughter, nodding cheerfully. “Okay!”

Naked little Chelsea climbed over me, settling between us. She and her mom wrapped their arms around each other and immediately began kissing.

I can’t tell you how exciting that was to see. A beautiful, sexy young woman holding her 7-year-old daughter, pulling her close, their mouths pressed together, kissing wetly. Even though I had just had a climax, I started rubbing myself again as I watched them.

Then I had another idea, a very naughty one.

Moving right up behind Chelsea, I rested my hand on her shoulder. They didn’t stop kissing, and I enjoyed the alluring sight for another moment or two.

And then, without saying a word, I took Chelsea’s hand in mine, sliding it down between her mother’s legs, placing it over the woman’s vulva. I kept my hand on top of Chelsea’s, putting some pressure on her fingers, helping them slip in between Dana’s pussy lips. I could feel how hot and moist she was inside.

Dana broke the kiss. “Uh — wait,” she panted.

“It’s okay,” I said. “Little girls should touch each other like this. It’s nice when sisters make each other feel good.”

I held Chelsea’s hand in mine, moving it slowly up and down, sliding her little fingers through the slippery folds of her mother’s wet pussy. She was watching closely as I guided her.

“That’s right, little baby,” I whispered. “Rub your sister. She likes it. She likes it a lot.”

And it was obvious that Dana did like it. In spite of her protests, she was leaning back now with her eyes closed, smiling as she savored the erotic sensations.

I drew Chelsea’s fingers up, letting her feel her mother’s erect clit. Dana moaned, her body responding as her little girl’s fingertips fondled her clitoris.

“Suck her nipple,” I whispered softly to Chelsea.

“Okay,” she whispered back, lowering her mouth over her mom’s hard nipple and beginning to suck.

We played with Dana’s clit for another few moments, and then I gently slid Chelsea’s hand down again until we found the opening to her mother’s womb.

When she felt our fingers there, Dana started to say, “Wait —” but then she took a deep breath, shuddered as she let it out and said, “No, go ahead. I want you to.”

I glanced up at her. Her eyes were still closed. Her face was flushed, gleaming with perspiration. She licked her lips. “Go ahead,” she nodded, as though she knew I was watching her.

Holding Chelsea’s hand firmly in mine, I took her two middle fingers and eased them inside the woman’s vagina. I pushed them in as far as they would go. The child’s hand was very small, of course, so the fingers wouldn’t go in very deeply, but it was enough to give Dana a strong reaction.

She gasped, “Oh god yes!” I thought she might start to come right then, but she didn’t. It appeared, though, that she was definitely getting close, breathing fast and trembling all over.

Chelsea continued to suck her mom’s nipple. I held her little hand in mine and moved her fingers in and out, fucking Dana’s cunt.

“Yes! Yes!” the woman urged. Her slim thighs were thrown wide apart. She was panting and groaning, her eyes shut tightly. “Yes! Harder now! Harder!”

And a moment later she was climaxing. She squealed. I pushed her daughter’s fingers up inside her as far as I could, holding them there.

Chelsea lifted her head from her mother’s breast, looking at her face as she came. We both watched her, seeing Dana’s slender body shudder and shake, her pretty features contorted into a grimace as orgasmic passion surged through her.

At last, with one long heavy sigh, she was finished. She went limp. I gently drew the child’s fingers from her mother’s cunt. Still holding her hand in mine, I raised it to the little girl’s face.

“Taste her,” I whispered. “See how nice she tastes.”

“Okay,” Chelsea replied, tentatively licking her two middle fingers, looking at them for a moment, sniffing at the glistening fluids… and then eagerly sucking the fingers into her mouth.

There was more that night, although we never did go ‘all the way’. I had a plan for that. I wanted it to be when we were all together, my mother and my sisters and me, I mean, along with Chelsea and Dana.

But the three of us hugged and kissed and cuddled and played with each other’s naked bodies for another hour or so, until it was clear that Chelsea was starting to get sleepy. By then, it really was well past her bedtime. So, we turned out the light and nestled snugly together, the darling little girl between me and her mom.

I slept very happily.

Continue on to Chapter 84

By Naughty Mommy

There was another interlude, a brief period of rest, with soft breathing and a few gentle caresses. It was getting late, but there was one more thing I wanted to see that night, something I just had to see.

Molly and I were lying side by side. Next to Molly was Mommy, and on the other side of Mommy was Kate. We were all naked, and all lying crosswise on Mommy’s king-size bed.

I sat up, looking at the scene.

My mother was then 32 years old, and still a beautiful woman, 5’8” tall, about 130 pounds, with lovely round breasts, a trim waist, and long gorgeous legs. Kate was 10 years old, almost 11. She was as tall as I was, about 5’2”, but her body was thin and lean and strong compared to mine, which was softer and a bit more womanly. Molly, of course, was still just a little girl, only 8 years old, with a completely flat chest and no pubic hair at all. Kate and I each had started growing a small amount of pussy hair, although I had been shaving mine for a few weeks by then. She and I had the beginning of boobs too, but mine were cone-shaped with puffy pink nipples, while Kate’s boobs had a more rounded shape and her nipples were small and dark like little buttons.

So there I was, a 12-year-old girl on her mother’s bed, naked with her mom and her sisters. We had just finished having sex with each other. Well, not quite finished, because I still wanted more.

“Okay, Molly,” I said, “so, you licked Katie’s pussy, and then you licked my pussy. And you did really good. Did you like doing that?”

“Yeah, I did,” she nodded, pushing herself up onto her elbows, sporting a happy grin.

“All right, but that means there’s one more pussy you haven’t tasted yet.”

Her eyes immediately went to our mother’s crotch.

Mommy was lying with her hands behind her head, her feet crossed at the ankles. She was looking at me as I spoke. When I suggested that Molly should lick her next, Mommy uncrossed her legs and spread them apart. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to. The invitation was clear.

We all shifted around on the bed. After Kate got a couple of pillows to put behind Mommy’s head so she would easily be able to see what was happening, she went down to join Molly between our mother’s legs. This time she would be the one giving advice to our little sister on performing oral sex. I was sitting next my mom, holding her hand.

As Molly leaned in to give Mommy’s pussy a soft kiss, the first time her little mouth had ever touched her mother’s sex, I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. My heart was pounding. This was so amazing! It felt like what we had been working toward all along, for nearly two years now, since I first saw my mom having sex with another girl.

It had taken a long time, but eventually my mother had sex with me, then with Kate, and now with Molly. All four of us were united in sapphic pleasure, at last. This night was the fulfillment of some of my hottest dreams and fantasies — to see my little baby sister licking my mom’s pussy. It was almost as exciting as the first time my mother ever licked me.

Mommy squeezed my hand as we watched Molly kissing her vulva. Then Kate helped Molly slowly spread Mommy’s pussy lips apart. Molly’s eyes went wide as she gazed inside her mother’s cunt. I saw her take a sharp breath. She licked her lips. Then she extended her tongue, put her mouth over Mommy’s clit, and began licking her.

“Oh my god,” my mom shuddered, closing her eyes, her grip on my hand even tighter. I bent down to give her a kiss.

She kissed me, and it was so tender and warm and wonderful. I thought she might get kind of wild and carried away then, like she did sometimes, but this was almost the opposite. It was as if Molly’s mouth on her pussy was soothing to my mom, comforting in a way. Her kiss was passionate and certainly full of desire, but also languid and soft. Her tongue played with mine in a slow, smooth rhythm, like the touch of a relaxing massage. I had my hand on her breast, and she covered my hand with hers, lightly squeezing.

Molly licked our mother’s pussy and I kissed my mom. This seemed to go on for a very long time. I don’t know long it really was, and it doesn’t matter, of course. I was completely content in what we were doing at that moment. I loved my mother with all my being, and I couldn’t think of anything more delicious than to be kissing her while my little sister, her youngest daughter, licked and sucked her clit.

When our long, gentle kiss finally came to an end, I lifted my face and saw that Kate had moved on the bed. She had her face between Molly’s legs now. She was licking her. Kate was lying with her feet toward me. I put my hand on her leg, stroking her smooth calf, the back of her knee, her slender thigh. She spread her legs for me, exposing her crotch. I could see how juicy she was. I sat up and reached out, touching her, slipping my fingers between her pussy lips, feeling her warm slippery wetness inside.

“I want to lick you,” Mommy said, “I want to lick you.”

She was tugging at my leg, trying to get me to turn and open myself to her. She wanted to lick my pussy. I was very happy to let her do that.

I shifted onto my side, laying one leg over my mother’s face, putting my sex right over her mouth. I pulled Katie closer to me at the same time, so that as I reclined I could lick her too.

And then we had achieved it, a beautiful incestuous daisy chain — I was eating Kate’s pussy, she was eating Molly’s, Molly was licking our mother, and Mommy was licking me!

It was divine, the ultimate.

My senses were filled with alluring sights and sounds and smells and tastes and the wonderful feel of soft feminine skin on soft feminine skin. In front of me was my sister’s cunt, so tempting and desirable. Around me, I could hear aroused moans and wet slurping sounds. The air in the bedroom was warm and comforting, suffused with the humid musky scent of pussy juice.

None of us was in a hurry. It was as though we were enjoying a perfect meal, and we wanted it to last. We took our time, licking and tasting and gently fingering, feeling the same exquisite pleasure between our legs that we had the great pleasure of giving.

We couldn’t wait forever, though. Our mother was the first to reach climax. I heard her starting to pant and groan. She whispered, “Molly, Molly, oh god, I’m — AAHH!!”

As Mommy came, she pressed her finger deep inside my cunt, deeper than it had ever been before. She found my g-spot, and at the same time her thumb was rubbing my clit, and of course I was hearing her climax in Molly’s mouth, and all of that together made me come.

I wanted to keep licking Kate, but I couldn’t. I gasped and shut my eyes and felt a series of tremendous spasms in my center, an explosion of liquid heat. “God!!” I cried.

Once I was back in control of myself, I quickly went to work on Kate’s pussy. Any sense of timelessness was long gone. I felt a fierce urgency now. I couldn’t wait to give my sister an orgasm, just as good if not better than mine!

I put my mouth over her clit and sucked. I shoved my finger up inside her, pressing it in as far as it would go. I pulled it out and plunged it in again, fucking her hard and fast. I sucked at her clit, licking it with the tip of my tongue, nibbling at it with my lips. I fucked her even faster, hearing my hand slap against her vulva.

With all the effort I was giving, it didn’t take Kate long at all. Soon she was squirming under me, gasping and squealing, “Julieeeeee!!” I felt the walls of her little vagina clamp down around my finger, felt the warm flow of her pussy juice dribbling into my hand.

I continued sucking her clit, kept fucking her with my finger, wanting to make her come and come, forever and ever. I loved my sister so much, and I loved giving her sexual pleasure. I still do!

But eventually she’d had enough. She put a hand down between her legs, covering herself, stopping me. She was trembling all over, jerking from time to time with a leftover spasm. I got up on my elbows and tried to smile at Kate. But she wasn’t looking at me. Her eyes were tightly closed. She was breathing hard, still completely overcome with the power of her climax.

I scooted up next to Kate, between Molly’s legs. It was her turn now. Mommy had come, I had come, and Katie had, but Molly hadn’t yet.

My baby sister looked down at me, grinning, curly blonde hair framing her face.

“I’m going to eat you, Molly. I’m going to eat your little pussy and make you come in my mouth.”

“Okay,” she nodded. She was just so adorable, so innocent and willing and agreeable. So cute!

I parted her puffy labia with my fingers, looking inside her, seeing how wet she was — both from Kate’s licking and from her own secretions — and as I lowered my mouth to begin sucking her clit, I thought about my sister Molly.

I tasted Molly’s pussy, and I thought about her, how much of a little girl she was, how much she loved playing with dolls, going on horseback rides, giggling with her friends. She was still a child, a little girl, but like other little girls I knew, she not only liked girly things, she also liked sex. Lesbian sex.

I sucked my baby sister’s clit, loving how she tasted, and I also let my fingers tease around the opening to her immature vagina, pressing just a little way inside, probing, finding her hymen and pushing against it, but not going all the way in. If anyone was going to take her virginity, I reasoned, our mother should be the one to do that.

Looking up at her face, I saw that her eyes were closed, her pink lips parted. She was breathing fast. And then I saw my mom, bending down to kiss her. Molly put her arms around Mommy’s neck, pulling her close. They kissed warmly and wetly as I continued licking and sucking her clit. Mommy had her hand on Molly’s chest, fingering her little nipples. God, it was so hot. We were really having sex, all of us together, going all the way. Finally!

It only took another few minutes, and then Molly was coming in my mouth. It was her third orgasm of the night, the third orgasm of her young life. Oh, I was in heaven. The total fulfillment of all I had ever wanted. I crawled up on top of Molly, lying on her, kissing her. Kate joined us. We kissed each other, we kissed our mom, and she kissed us. We were, and are, a happy loving lesbian family.

After that, we turned out the light. It was very late and we were all worn out. We snuggled up together, Molly on one side of our mother and me on the other side, each of us holding one of her breasts. Kate was next to me, her arms around me, spooning.

I was very glad that Mommy let us stay in her bed with her. I always loved sleeping with her that way, especially after a nice long session of hot sex.

I thought I would fall asleep right away that night, but I didn’t. I soon heard Kate’s soft snores behind me, and I when I raised my head I could see in the dim light that Molly was already in slumberland too.

“Hey, snookums,” my mother whispered. She was smiling at me.

“Hi,” I whispered back. I brought my lips to hers and we gently kissed.

She spoke very softly. “Thank you for doing that with Molly tonight. For finally making it happen. I’m so happy.” She kissed me a second time.

“I’m happy too, Mommy, very happy.” I kissed her again, and this kiss lasted a little longer. My mouth lingered on hers. I felt her tongue lightly caressing my lips, and then her hand reaching between my legs. I raised my knee a little, letting her find my pussy. She gently rubbed my clit. I sighed in pleasure.

“I love you, Julie,” she whispered. “I love you so much.”

“Mommy…” I breathed, kissing her, my hand sliding from her breast down across her belly until I reached her mound. She parted her legs, and I felt the moist warmth of her sex. I never tired of touching her.

We kissed. We whispered. We tenderly masturbated each other. We had orgasms, but they were quiet and private, almost imperceptible, a silent secret shared only between ourselves. We came together as we kissed. I was so thrilled, so very much in love. I felt tears in my eyes as I finished coming with her that way.

“Oh, Mommy,” I sighed. She brought her fingers to my lips, and I caressed her lips with my fingers. We kissed one more time, then finally drifted off to sleep.

* * *

When I awoke, there was a girl in my arms. It was my sister Molly. She was awake, gazing up at me as if she’d been waiting.

“G’morning,” she grinned.

“Hi, honey.” I leaned down and gave her a kiss. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, I did,” she nodded.

And then, without saying another word, she lowered her face to my breast, taking my nipple into her mouth. She began sucking and instantly I was totally turned on. God, what that girl can do to me!

I put a hand between my legs and started masturbating. I realized then that Mommy wasn’t in bed with us. I could see that the light was on in her bathroom, so she must have been in there. Kate was on the other side of me, turned away, apparently still sleeping.

Molly sucked my nipple and I rubbed my clit. Soon my mother came back in from the bathroom. She was naked. She smiled when she saw what we were doing, and sat on the bed beside us, watching. She took her breasts in her hands, playing with the nipples.

I was already getting close. Molly’s mouth on my breast was so arousing, it was almost like she was sucking on my clit. It drove me wild!

Mommy spread her legs and started rubbing her wet pussy. She loves to watch her daughters having sex with each other. I heard Kate stir beside me. She turned over toward us, sleepily blinking her eyes. It took her a moment to wake up and figure out what was going on, but then she grinned, propping herself up an elbow so she could see better.

I masturbated and my mother masturbated and Molly sucked my nipple — and before long I was coming.

“God, yeah!” I groaned, holding my baby sister’s head with one hand, pulling her against my breast as my thighs clamped down around my other hand. I shuddered in ecstasy, feeling warm juices seeping out between my fingers. I kept jiggling my hand, stimulating my clit, extending my orgasm. I love to come, and I love to make it last.

When I was finished, I brought my hand up to my mouth, tasting myself. I was going to kiss Molly and thank her for giving me so much pleasure, but before I had a chance to do that, Mommy had taken hold of her.

She turned Molly onto her back and got down between her legs. She began kissing Molly’s little vulva — loud, wet, smacking kisses, one after the other. Molly laughed at first, complaining that it tickled, but soon her laughter turned into sighs and moans as our mother’s warm lips caressed her pussy.

Mommy kissed her and licked her. She did this for a long time, not using her fingers at all, just her lips and tongue. Within a few minutes, Molly was writhing on the bed. It looked like she was having feelings that she had never had before, sexual arousal well beyond her youthful experience.

Then Mommy did use her fingers, gently spreading her daughter’s pussy lips. And as Kate and I watched, she slid her tongue inside Molly’s vagina, probing, reaching, teasing. Molly squealed and squirmed, clutching at the bedsheets. She wasn’t coming yet, but she was obviously right on the edge.

I was masturbating again, and Kate was too. But neither of us were really very close. We were both intent on watching this, the spectacular sight of a mom licking and sucking her 8-year-old daughter’s pussy.

Mommy had her hands underneath Molly, squeezing her little buttocks. Now she lifted her bottom off the bed, raising her mound, bringing her closer. Molly’s legs were wide apart, her sex completely open. Our mother let out a strange sound then, something like a growl — and then suddenly fastened her mouth over Molly’s vulva.

She was eating her, almost literally, her lips and tongue hungrily devouring the child’s pink pussy. I was astonished. I don’t think Mommy had ever eaten me quite that way, so aggressively. Molly sure didn’t seem to mind, though. She was loving it. She actually started laughing, or maybe half-laughing and half-gasping, caught between giddy delight and crazed arousal. That in-between state lasted only a few seconds, however, and then she was climaxing.

Kate and I watched in awe as our mother sucked on Molly’s pussy, drinking her juices, eating her all up as she came. As I said, we were both still touching ourselves, except that was mostly just instinct. We couldn’t keep our hands away from our clits, but our focus was on what we were seeing.

Molly cried out, squealing incomprehensibly. Mommy wrapped her arms all the way around the girl’s waist, lifting her totally off the bed, supporting herself on her knees, holding her daughter upside-down in the air, her mouth covering the child’s pussy, devouring her as her climax continued.

Finally she let her go. She eased her gently down onto the bed. Molly’s face was flushed, her young body trembling. I looked at my mother. Her eyes were wild with lust. It was clear that she wasn’t finished yet. She got down on all fours, hovering over Molly.

“Are you okay, sugar?” our mother asked. Her voice and her words were soft, but I could tell there was a raging passion still seething inside her.

“Uh-huh, I’m fine,” Molly nodded. She was breathing hard. “It was nice.”

“Good.” Mommy gave her a kiss on the lips. “Now I want to do something else, all right? I want to rub my pussy on your pussy.”

“Okay.”

She mounted her. She spread Molly’s legs wide apart and carefully positioned her own vulva over the little girl’s. Because our mother was so much taller, when their pussies were aligned, it meant that her full breasts were hanging right over Molly’s face. And that seemed to suit both of them just fine. As Mommy began moving on top of the girl, Molly took a breast in her hands and brought the nipple to her mouth. She sucked like a baby and our mother fucked her.

I wanted to keep watching, but I wanted to do more. I grabbed Kate, roughly turning her onto her back. “I want to fuck you,” I said. “I need to fuck you like Mommy is fucking our sister.”

Kate didn’t reply. She just spread her legs wide apart and pulled me down on top of her. I gave her a quick, fevered kiss and began rapidly moving my pussy against hers.

I was frantic, a girl in heat. I had to come and I wanted to come on top of Katie. I wanted to come inside her, and I was hoping she might come too, at the same time. I wanted to fuck my sister while my mom fucked my other sister. I wanted us all to come together.

Kate’s hands were on my bottom. She was squeezing my ass cheeks, pulling me tightly against her. Glancing over at my mom, I saw that her eyes were closed. Her head was held up. She was licking her lips. It appeared that she was concentrating on all the sensations, feeling her daughter’s mouth on her breast and feeling their pussies melding together.

“Look at that,” I said to Kate. “God, it’s really happening. Mommy is fucking Molly.”

“Yeah,” panted Kate, “it’s hot. But I want you to fuck me now. Fuck me, Julie, and make me come.”

I smiled down at her. I loved her so much. I kissed her, and then I told her. “I love you, Katie.” I focused all my attention on her. I kissed her and I moved my pussy around until I found the exact right spot where our clits were meeting. I moved against her, not as fast and frantically as I had before, but slowly, deliberately, and pretty soon we were both getting close.

It turned out that Mommy and Molly were both getting close at the same time too. What I’d wanted to happen was really coming true! I could hear them climaxing, and I felt Kate grabbing at me, squealing as she started to come, and then my orgasm was upon me.

Oh, it was just so perfect, so wonderful, so luscious, so right…

 

I panted on top of Kate, each of us trying to regain our breath after our mutual climax, feeling sweaty and hot, ready for a nice shower. But then we heard something else.

“Just open your mouth, baby. That’s right. Put out your tongue, and I’ll do the rest.”

We looked up. Our mother was on top of Molly, straddling her face, holding her head in her hands.

“That’s my sweet girl,” she said. “I’m going to fuck your little mouth with my pussy now. Mommy’s going to fuck your face with her cunt.”

She lowered her pussy over Molly’s mouth. She held the girl’s head tightly in her hands, and began rocking herself back and forth, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. Kate and I lay together, holding each other, watching as our mother shoved her cunt into our little sister’s mouth.

“Oh, man,” sighed Kate.

“Yeah,” I agreed.

“Fuck!” Mommy shouted. “Goddamn FUCK!!!”

She was coming in Molly’s mouth, coming on her face. She shuddered on top of the child, still holding her head, pulling her mouth against her as tightly as she could. With every spasm she cried out, her body straining in ecstatic release.

At last she was finished. She quickly got down next to Molly, hugging her. “Are you okay, sweetie? Are you sure you’re all right? I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“No, Mommy, I’m okay,” Molly giggled. She didn’t seem the least bit fazed by what had happened, taking it in stride like she did almost everything else. Our mother kissed her, murmuring to her, wiping her face with her fingers, licking her own juices from the little girl’s lips.

Once Mommy was convinced that Molly was all right, she looked over at me and Kate, a broad grin on her face. “Well,” she said, “we sure have had a time, haven’t we?”

My sister and I sat up, nodding happily.

Mommy sat up too, running her fingers through her tangled blonde hair. Her breasts were shiny with sweat, her nipples proudly erect. She looked beautiful.

“Whew!” she exclaimed. She glanced down at Molly, and then back at us. “I think this calls for a celebration. How about if I take us all out to breakfast, anywhere you want to go.”

“Pancake Palace?” Kate immediately asked.

Our mother’s hand shot into the hair, her finger pointing triumphantly skyward. “Pancake Palace!” she shouted.

We all laughed and clapped and cheered.

Continue on to Chapter 83