Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Jeneee

Hi everyone, it’s me again, and this time I’m sitting here at the keyboard on Mommy’s lap so she can help me with my spelling and stuff as I write. She says the last chapter had so many mistakes in it that it took her a long time to correct so maybe this way will work better. Only thing is we’re both naked – giggle – so I might get a little distracted, if you know what I mean. And in case you are wondering, Em is over at Karen’s, her girlfriend’s, so that gives me a chance to be alone with Mommy and write some more about us. Johnnie’s asleep in bed and Daddy’s away as usual. So, let’s see, where do I start from this time?

Well I might as well start where I left off (that’s what Mom just suggested).

So, after we made Mommy cum she cuddled us both close to her and told us how much she loved us, and now that I was in the picture, so as to speak, we could all be open with each other (and here she told me to tell you the pun was intended, whatever that means – giggle). We each took turns kissing her on her lips, and even tickling our tongues together – she said it’s called French kissing – and it started making me horny all over again.

And then I couldn’t believe it when she playfully slipped her hand down inside the back of my panties and started to finger my butt, just like I told you I sometimes did – remember? It felt so weird to have someone else do it to me but so yummy too ’cause her finger was a lot bigger than mine, so at first I thought it would really hurt when she kept pushing it in deeper and deeper, but it didn’t hurt at all. In fact it felt so hot. Soon she had it so far in me that I felt like I was pooping – know what I mean? But I wasn’t, of course. Instead I kissed her back harder and harder, my tongue going in and out of her mouth like it was a fish out of water. One of my hands began groping for her boob inside her nightie and I bumped into one of Em’s hands ’cause she was doing the same thing with Mommy’s other boob. I was now beginning to frantically rub my pussy against my mom’s hip, alternately thrusting my ass back against her hand trying to get her finger to go deeper and deeper inside me. But it wouldn’t go in any further – it was as far as it could go – all the way in. I still remember wishing her finger was even longer.

Then, just as I was starting to moan into her mouth, trying to urge her on I guess, it happened again. Only this time the feeling was unbelievable. My whole body started to vibrate. I could feel my asshole clenching and unclenching around her finger as waves and waves of pleasure wracked through my young body and then I didn’t care what happened to me. I just let go and exploded, gasping, out of control. Mommy told me afterwards that I was squeezing her boob so hard when I came that she thought I would never let go, and that my mouth was open so wide against hers as I tried to suck in air that it felt like I was trying to swallow her tongue. Guess I kinda got carried away. Apparently Em stopped what she was doing to Mommy so she could watch what was happening to me. She admitted being a little scared because I pretty well almost passed out. But Mommy wasn’t scared – she knew what had happened and I remember slowly coming down to earth again hearing her whispering softly in my ear. “Oh my sweet little girl,” she said, “you’re just like me, you had an anal orgasm. You’ll be okay baby. I know just how you felt.” And she stroked my hair waiting for my breathing to return to normal as Em looked on in wonder. That was when I really discovered how much I loved having my ass played with. Just like my mommy did, she told us afterwards.

Em is different from me that way. She does kinda like it too, but nowhere near as much as me. And she still needs her pussy played with and her clit licked to have a really good orgasm, and as far as playing with my asshole goes, or licking it – which drives me crazy – even though she will do it for me she is still a little reluctant (that’s Mommy’s word – giggle) ’cause she has this notion that I’m gonna accidentally lose control one day and actually poop on her. Which I’d never do, of course.

Anyway, here I go again getting ahead of myself. Back to that first night. After I recovered and Mommy had explained a few more things to me she realized it was getting so late, long after we should have been asleep, and she left me and my sister snuggled up together in Em’s bed while she went back to her own room for the rest of the night. Our panties had become so wet that we took them off and slept naked. And guess what? Since that night we’ve always slept together in the same bed – naked, of course. Mommy went out the next day and ordered us a bigger bed which was delivered a couple of days later so we’d be more comfortable and could spread out a little. But we still sometimes fall asleep with our arms around each other. I love my big sister so much and we are now pretty well inseparable. Even our daddy knows, but just shrugs it off as a phase we are going through. Think again, Daddy – giggle.

The only time we don’t sleep together in the same bed is when her girlfriend is here for a sleepover – but that’s another story for later.

The next day was a school day but we didn’t wake up in time and Mommy decided to let us sleep in and skip school. She had to get up to feed Johnnie who was three then and awake at his usual time and after he was fed and happily playing with his trucks – his wroom-wrooms, as he called them – she came into our room to check on us. We were still sleeping so she left us alone and made a second cup of coffee for herself. But I’d heard the bedroom door close as she’d left and opened my eyes in a daze, and suddenly everything started coming back to me when I realized I was not in my own bed. I looked over at my sister who was snoring away and giggled – remember? I told you before that she snored.

As I replayed in my mind everything that had happened the night before, my hand automatically found its way down to my pussy, which felt a little tender but was surprisingly wet. I caressed it softly, picturing my mom’s finger in my butt, and began to get that familiar tingle in my tummy. Suddenly, “You at it again?” I jumped, not having noticed my sister had stopped snoring, and turned to see her smiling face peering at me. “You’re pussy’s beginning to like all the attention it’s getting, isn’t it?” she teased.

“Well, you should know,” was all I could think of saying, as I pulled my hand away a little embarrassed for some reason or other.

“You don’t have to stop on my account, you know,” she giggled. “Or maybe you’d like me to do it for you?” she half taunted. And without waiting for an answer she slipped her hand down over my tummy, cupping my mound with her palm and snaking a finger between my plump, tender labia which were now even wetter than before. “Oh,” she smiled, “my dear little sister is soaking down there. Does this feel good?” And she hooked the tip of a finger down so that it poked inside my vagina. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations that were beginning to intensify from her wriggling finger tip as I thrust my hips up from the bed.

“Oh, yes. You really like that, don’t you?” she teased once more. “How about this?” and her fingertip, now slippery wet from my juices, slid up to the little bud at the top of my pussy and flicked it back and forth. I groaned, quickly moving one of my hands down between her legs, feeling them spread for me as I found her pussy, soaking wet just like mine. I’d seen her naked before many times of course, but this was the first time I’d ever touched her and it was a moment we’d both never forget. Two sisters, fingering each other’s pussies – I still think about it as one of the most sensual, loving, intimate (Mommy’s trying to help me find the right word) moments of our lives. But it was about to get even more intimate.

“Want to try something that feels even better?” Em whispered in my ear. How could anything get better than this? I thought, but nodded yes. She pushed the covers off of us and, still fingering me, lowered her head to my chest and kissed one of my nipples. Then kissed it harder and sucked on it, flicking her tongue gently back and forth over the hardening point. My tummy tingled even more. Then, getting up so she was kneeling beside me so that my hand fell away from her pussy, she kissed me lower, slowly sliding her tongue down over my ribs to my tummy, licking my belly button – which made me giggle a little. But she wasn’t finished. Still lower she went until I suddenly realized where she was going.

Oh, she’s going to…mmm, and before I knew it she was there. Her soft tongue on my mound, sliding down slowly until it reached my nub – my clit, and oh, it felt unbelievable, flicking it up and down, from side to side, covering it with her soft lips as she licked me, fingers spreading my labia, tongue reaching lower to dip into my opening, then back up again. I was in heaven once more. I pushed up against her, lifting my butt off the bed. Then she swung one of her legs over my body and lowered herself over me. I opened my eyes and saw her cute butt staring me in the face and immediately knew what to do. Reaching up, I grasped her hips and pulled her down so that her pussy was over my mouth, her asshole winking at me from above. And I plunged in, licking her like a starving animal as she continued to pleasure me. Her pussy tasted so delicious, her sweet creamy juices flowing steadily from her into my mouth. I couldn’t resist sliding my tongue up to her wrinkled asshole and sampling the earthy taste, loving it, spreading her cheeks to dip my tongue in as far as I could. Her moaning encouraged me and I pulled her butt tightly against my face as I tried to slide my tongue in even further. She bucked against me, dislodging my tongue so that it once again found her pussy, then her clit.

We were now both so close that we didn’t hear the bedroom door open, or see our mom come in and lean against the door watching us, her hand busy inside her panties. Suddenly we both exploded together, muffled screams of joy filling the air as we experienced one of the most intimate moments of our young lives. As I slowly started to recover I found myself gazing up at my sister’s beautiful butt and swollen pussy lips, gleaming with moisture and thought it was the most wonderful thing I had ever seen. Then I noticed Mommy, staring at us, smiling lovingly, her hand still in her panties, but not moving anymore, content to see her little girls expressing their own love for each other.

It was a while before Em finally recovered enough to look up, back at me, and then over at Mom whom she hadn’t realized was there. “Oh, Mommy,” she said. “It was every bit as good as you said it would be.”

It was then that I realized both of them knew what would eventually happen between us. It had just happened a little sooner than they’d expected. I soon found out that Em and Mommy had been secretly playing together for a while, fervently hoping that I’d eventually be able to join them. The previous night and that morning meant that time had finally arrived.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Jeneee

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in December 2011 }

Hi everyone. My name is Brit. Well it’s Brittany really but everyone calls me Brit, or Britty sometimes, so you can, too, if you like. I’m nine years old and my mommy said it was okay for me to tell you all about me. And about her, too, of course. If you’d like to hear, that is. I’m not very good yet with writing and my spelling sux – or should that be ‘sucks?’ See what I mean?

Anyway, Mommy says she will fix my spelling and anything else that needs fixing, before we send this story in for all you sexy people who like reading about little girls my age, and what we do for naughty fun. But she says you probably already know what we do for fun anyway, but that you’d still love hearing more about me – and her. Oh, and also hearing about my big sister who is thirteen. And she has a girlfriend, too, who just turned thirteen this month. Her name is Karen. And my sister’s name is Emily, but we all call her Em for short. She’s also thirteen. Her birthday was a few months ago and we all had a great party for her and I might tell you about that sometime, too. So that pretty well covers everybody (bet you wish you could uncover everybody – giggle) except for my lil brother of course. He’s only six and kinda cute as lil brothers go, if you know what I mean. His name is Johnnie.

Oh yes, in case you were wondering, me and Em and Johnnie, we have a daddy too. Well, like I guess everyone has a daddy so that’s no big surprise, but he lives with us only on weekends and that’s because he’s a busy lawyer and works in the big city a long way away so he can’t drive home every night and has his own apartment where he sleeps near his office. So it’s just us ‘girls’ all week – giggle. And Mommy likes being one of the girls, if you know what I mean. Even if she’s old – giggling some more – she’s thirty- three so I know that sounds real old. And she just swatted my backside for calling her old. So as you might have guessed I’m now standing at the keyboard with my panties down around my ankles and a slightly stinging butt. Well, only slightly stinging ’cause it was all in fun and she kissed it for me afterwards anyway. Mmmm. That’s my mommy. And I’ll tell you more about that too sometime, ’cause I like having my butt kissed, and…well you’ll just have to wait to hear more. Wink!

I can be a little devil at times, she says. But I know she still loves me and my sister. She calls us both precocious, and yeah, she had to spell that one for me. And she made me look it up in the dictionary so I’d know what it means. She’s a good teacher, and I don’t mean only with writing and stuff. She’s taught us lots about everything. And we love to learn, too. Especially about sex and stuff like that – bet you knew that was coming, didn’t you? Giggle.

But I suppose I should start at the beginning then, right? Well in the real beginning there was nothing ’cause I wasn’t born yet, so maybe I don’t mean the beginning like that, but the beginning as far as I can remember when fun things started to happen to me. And I’m talking about the fun things that I know you want to read about [sticks tongue out at you] as if you all didn’t know what I meant all along.

Me and my sister, she’s Em, remember? Well, me and her, we share a bedroom and when I was six – that would make her nine – I remember hearing her come to bed some nights and soon after she’d climbed under the blankets her bed would start shaking. Like, her headboard would be rattling against the wall making all sorts of noises. I always had to go to bed earlier than her ’cause I was younger – that suxs too – I mean sucks (thanks, Mommy) and I know she thought I was asleep, which sometimes I guess I was, so I probably missed a lot too. But when I wasn’t asleep yet I got so curious about all the noises and peeked at her with half-opened eyes, not that I could see much in the dark. But I could see enough that I knew she was doing something under the covers ’cause they were moving up and down. I could hear her breathing hard and then moaning and suddenly everything stopped and she was quiet again. Then she’d roll over and pretty soon I could hear her snoring. Yes, she snored, and I giggled when I heard her. I wondered if I snored too when I was asleep.

Anyway, one night I couldn’t take it anymore and pretended that I’d just woken up, or really that she’d woken me up with all her noises, and I sat up in bed as she was moaning and the headboard was rattling against the wall, and I complained that she’d woken me up.

“What are you doing, making all that noise?” I asked. “You woke me up,” I bitched at her. I remember she jumped, and suddenly everything stopped and she said I was imagining things and to go back to sleep. I played the concerned little sister and jumped up, crossed over to her bed and lay down beside her. “Are you okay?” I asked, snaking my arm around her shoulder. “You sounded, I dunno, kinda funny, like you’re not feeling well or something.” Told you Mommy said I was a little devil, didn’t I?

“I’m OK,” she muttered. “Now go back to your bed and sleep.”

Suddenly the bedroom door opened and Mommy poked her head in. “I thought I heard talking in here. What are you two still doing up this late?” she asked us.

“Em was making funny noises and woke me up,” I lied – well, lied about the waking me up bit anyway. “I thought maybe she was sick or something,” I told her.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” my mommy asked Em.

“Mommy!” Em replied, in a bit of a scolding tone, and I thought I detected a bit of ‘you know I am’ in her response. Hmmm, I wondered. There’s something going on here that they know about but I don’t. See? I may be a bit of a devil, but I’m a smart one too – giggle.

And then, to my complete surprise my mom came over to Em’s bed, which I was still laying on beside her with my arm around her – remember? And she whispered in her ear just a little too loudly, as she bent over us, “You know she’s going to find out eventually, don’t you?” And I kinda think she wanted me to hear that – which later proved to be correct.

“Find out, what?” I pounced, thinking nobody’s gonna keep secrets from me.

“Mommy, no!” Em exclaimed again, now seeming to be embarrassed, so now I was really curious. I looked up at my mom who was still leaning over us, so much so that I could see down the front of her nightie, thanks to the extra light shining into the room from the partly open door. I couldn’t help noticing her boobies, just hanging there, and I giggled.

“I can see your titties, Mommy,” I smirked, feeling Em trying to stifle a laugh as her body jerked beside me. I’d seen them many times before, of course, but I was just being saucy. And in case you were wondering, and I’m sure you were, I loved seeing them. I thought they were so beautiful, and I always marvelled at the way her nipples changed shape from soft and puffy mounds to sharp, hard points. I know I used to suck on them when I was a baby to drink her milk, but sometimes I had the urge to do it again, especially when they got hard like that. Anyway, more about that later, too. Back to what happened next…

“So, is someone going to tell me what’s going on here?” I demanded. “‘Cause I know something is, you can’t fool me, ya know,” I challenged.

“Mommy?” Em repeated, although this time it sounded more like a question. Oh goody, I thought. Maybe I’m going to find out something after all.

“Did you finish?” my mom asked her quietly. Finish what? I wondered, now holding my breath to see what my sister said.

“No,” she breathed barely audibly in reply, slowly pulling her knees up to her chest under the covers.

“Do you need to?” my mother persisted, reaching over to place her hand on top of mine as it still rested on Em’s shoulder.

“Mmmm,” my sister half whimpered, and I could feel her nodding her head.

“Well, don’t be shy then, do it,” Mommy said, squeezing her hand tightly over mine causing me to squeeze Em’s shoulder in turn.

My sister’s legs straightened once more as she rolled partly over onto her back looking up at Mom. “But what about her?” Em asked, glancing from Mom’s face to mine in the dim light.

“What do you mean what about me?” I asked, now bursting with curiosity. “What do you have to finish, Em?” I asked, staring at her as I felt one of her hands move slowly down her body beneath the bed clothes. Then my mother surprised me, and I’m sure Em too, by grabbing the top of the blanket and rolling it sideways off of my sister so that it then mostly covered me (I was still snuggled up beside her but on top of the covers – remember?) But at the same time it completely exposed Em who suddenly froze like a deer in the headlights revealing to both of us that her hand was now buried deeply inside the top of her panties.

“Good girl,” Mommy said with a smile. “Just keep going and don’t mind us.” As Em’s eyes closed once more her hand started moving again inside her panties. Now, remember, I was only six, but I wasn’t clueless – giggle. I’d kinda found out by then how nice my own pee pee felt sometimes when I touched it. And yes, I’d explored it a bit too by then – what girl doesn’t? And I’d discovered my lips down there used to get a bit wet and slippery after I’d felt around for a while, and my tummy sort of tingled, too. And don’t laugh that I called it my pee pee ’cause that’s what my mommy used to call it when I was a little girl, mainly because that’s where your pee comes from. Now, of course, I know it’s called my pussy and a few other names I’ve heard – but I’m sure you’ve heard them all too so I won’t repeat them here – and I now know that a lot more than just pee comes from it. Told you I wasn’t clueless.

Oh, and in case you are wondering – which you probably are – I did taste my finger after it got kinda sticky after I rubbed my pussy. Tasted yummy, if you ask me, maybe a bit like pee sometimes, but not a lot. Oh, and one more thing. I also stuck my finger into my butt hole to see what it was like in there. I really liked to explore my body. It was a bit tight at first until I learned that if my finger was wet it would go in further, so I tried it after I’d got it sticky and slippery from my pussy. And guess what? It went in much easier and a lot deeper than I thought it would. It felt kinda funny at first but then after a while it felt great. I’d wondered if it would end up touching any poop in there, but it never did. And now that I’m nine years old I really love fingering my asshole – giggle – that’s what I call it now. But more about that later. Think you can wait?

Anyway, back to Em who was still fingering herself inside her panties laying beside me. Mommy did something real hot next. She reached over me and grabbed the top of Em’s panties and started tugging them down her legs. And wow, now I could see my sister’s finger really going to town on her pussy, twirling around and around at the top of it, you know, where that little bump is. Mommy tugged them lower and lower until eventually they were around her ankles, and then she just pulled them off altogether. Em was whimpering as she rubbed herself and now that her ankles were free she spread her legs wider and bent her knees up so her feet were flat on the sheet and her other hand now grabbed one of her ass cheeks and pulled it to the side so her pussy kinda opened up a bit. Mommy beckoned for me to get up from the bed and stand beside her. Didn’t have to tell me twice – giggle. I was so excited.

In the light coming into the bedroom from the open door I could see my sister’s pussy much better now. She’d spread it open as she continued to rub at the top and as I watched, she’d dip a finger in between her lips so that it would become even more wet and slippery so she could rub her nub – hey, that rhymes – giggle. She was so wet down there now and I could see her pussy gleaming in the light as she began to rub herself even harder and faster.

Mommy was standing behind me now and leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Isn’t that beautiful, sweetie?” she asked. I nodded, leaning back into her. I then realized I was beginning to feel that tingle in my tummy that I told you I got sometimes when I explored it myself in bed at night. As I continued to watch Em play I suddenly felt my mommy reach one of her hands down around the front of me and cup it gently over my own pussy outside my panties. “Oh, Mommy,” I moaned. “What are you doing?” She didn’t reply but instead pressed a finger through the silky thin material of my panties so that it kinda slipped in between my pussy lips, which I knew were now getting so wet.

“Does that feel good?” she whispered in my ear. I nodded again and kinda pushed my pussy out as she pressed into me. My panties were getting wetter and wetter and I felt so good, even better than when I’d explored myself. As I watched my sister I saw her pull aside one of her pussy lips and actually slide a finger inside herself. That looked so hot! At the same time I felt Mommy pull aside the crotch of my panties and start to play with my naked pussy, sliding her finger between my puffy wet lips and rubbing me just like Em was fingering herself. It was almost like Mommy wanted me to feel exactly what Em was feeling, and she was almost copying exactly what my sister was doing to herself, but on me, so that I would. If my sister was feeling the same as what I was, she must have been in heaven, because that’s what it felt like. Instinctively I reached my hand down to cover my mom’s and pressed it hard against me where I knew it would feel even better. It was like I was using her hand to masturbate myself – and yes, I soon learned that was the word for what we were doing.

It wasn’t long before Em suddenly raised her butt off the bed high into the air and kinda let out a screech. I soon found out she’d had an orgasm and with Mommy’s help it wasn’t long before I joined her. It was so wild. I never thought anything could ever feel that good and I almost collapsed on the floor as the waves rolled through me – I would have if Mommy hadn’t been holding onto me.

Afterwards, we all lay on Em’s bed together. It was a tight squeeze with me and my sister on either side of Mommy. She kissed us both and told us she was so proud of her little girls – well, not so little anymore, she laughed. “You’re both growing up so fast,” she said. It turns out that Mommy had known for a while that Em had been playing with herself at night because she’d fallen asleep with her hand tucked inside her panties many times. Mommy had noticed this when my sister was only eight years old when she’d come in to kiss us goodnight before she went to bed. So she’d finally talked about it to Em, who was a bit embarrassed at first until Mommy told her it was natural and she could do it whenever she had the urge, except in public of course – giggle. And then the lessons had begun, with Mommy showing Em how she did it herself – and yes, my mommy masturbates too, as if you hadn’t guessed. Soon they were doing it together and even did it to each other a few times. Em told me it felt even better when Mommy did it to her and now I knew exactly what she meant.

Anyway, Mommy knew that Em played with herself now almost every night but was also scared that she’d wake me up since she often had a hard time doing it quietly – a friend of Em’s has recently told her she should bite her pillow when she cums if she wants to do it quietly – but that’s another story – giggle. So Mommy decided it was time for me to find out what it was all about so that Em could be a little more open and also so that I could start to learn, even though I was only six at the time.

So, that’s what happened that first night when everything finally came out in the open. After Mommy finished explaining it all, mainly for my benefit I guess, me and Em both kissed her on the cheek and as we did my sister winked at me. Sneaky me suddenly realized what that wink was all about and before Mommy could stop us we both quickly slid one of our hands down inside her nightgown and into her panties. Before she could object Em leaned over and kissed Mommy on the mouth as together we found her pussy, absolutely soaked, and soon gave her what she said was the bestest ever – that’s what she said – orgasm she’d had in her life. That made us so proud. It was so hot for me to feel my mommy’s pussy, and even to get several of my small fingers inside her as Em rubbed her nub, which I soon found out was called a clitoris, or clit for short. She soon exploded, much as Em had, lifting her butt in the air off the bed as she screeched out loud.

And yes, in case you are wondering, I licked my fingers which were coated with her creamy, sticky pussy juices, and she tasted so yummy.

Since that night, lots more has happened. But that’s for another time, if you want to hear it, that is – as if you don’t – giggle.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Cassandra Blue

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in March 2005 }

Rhonda gasped as she lost control of her car on the slippery road. She veered off the pavement, over the shoulder, and down into the ditch, where the car finally stopped, lodged in a pile of snow. Rhonda kept her hands on the wheel and leaned forward, taking a breath, resting her head on her hands, waiting for her heart to stop pounding. Great! Now what? But she was alive and in one piece. That didn’t really make up for the fact that she had no cell phone. She was one of a handful of people she knew who had no cell phone, and she had good reasons for not having one, though she couldn’t remember them as she sat in her car, looking out at the winter storm.

Well, if there was any consolation, she was only three or four blocks from her boyfriend Ray’s house. She felt better going there than knocking on some stranger’s door. And she did have a key, just in case he wasn’t home. The problem was getting there. Under different conditions, walking four blocks would have been nothing, but to walk them in this shit! And that was if she could get herself out of the car, out of the ditch, and through the deep snow to the nearest side street without breaking a leg. Rhonda was wearing boots but she was also wearing a dress, and not much in the way of a coat, and she had no gloves. It was also dark outside, and she hoped she wouldn’t get hit by some other poor soul sliding off the road.

There was nothing she could do but try, so the thirty-five-year-old woman shut off her engine, put her keys in her purse, buttoned up her coat, and opened her door. The icy gust hit her, stinging her everywhere there was bare skin, as she left the car. She climbed out, shut the door, and looked up through the blinding snow at the road. No one had stopped, was stopping, or was going to stop. Fuck you all, she said, between trembling lips. She found her footing and trudged though the snow, sinking in past her boots so that the snow stung her through her pantyhose. She was freezing anyway, so it didn’t matter. The gust was so strong, she might as well have been naked. She found her way to the first side-street, a walk of about fifty yards, and she at last found pavement under her feet. Stomping to get the snow off her boots and legs, she then, with eyes tearing from the cold, started the careful walk toward Ray’s house.

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Her black hair was long, like a cloak about her shoulders and down her back. Her t-shirt was black and her jeans were black and her feet were bare, with the toenails painted black.

Her face was dark with full, coral-red lips speaking into the cordless phone as she lay on the couch in high lamplight, petite and slender, all of fourteen years old, nearly fifteen. Her name was Kathryn.

“My dad called a while ago,” she said into the phone. “He’s stuck in Indy for the night. He got a hotel room. Leaves me here all by myself. Don’t suppose there’s any way you can get over here in this fucking snow, is there? Well, I can think about you, right? Are you cozy? I wish I was there, or you were here. Oh, you know I would. I’m getting hot just thinking about it.” Her jeans were already unbuttoned, and Kathryn slipped her hand down inside the front of them, pressing her fingers against the warm and wetness inside her panties. “Oh, yeah, it’s hot, Robbie, like a blue flame…”

The doorbell rang, startling Kathryn, but she easily recovered, getting up off the couch and moving to the railing of the stairs that led to the front door. “Someone’s at the fucking door, Robbie. I don’t know, baby, but I’ll keep you on the line in case it’s some sort of vicious serial killer, okay?” She laughed, stepping down to the door and looking out through the small windows that flanked the doorway. “Shit, it’s Rhonda.”

Rhonda was just going for her keys when the door opened and she stood, her blonde hair dishevelled, covered with snow from head to toe, shivering, and Kathryn opened the storm-door for her. Rhonda stepped into the warm house and hugged herself. Rhonda closed the door behind herself as Ray’s daughter stepped quickly back up the stairs.

“Listen, Robbie, I gotta go,” Kathryn said softly. “I don’t know, but she’s got icicles hanging off of her. Yeah, I love you, too.” Kathryn hit the off button and set the phone down and turned to Rhonda. “Hi, Rhonda. What happened? Couldn’t make it home?”

“I went off the road into a ditch,” Rhonda told her, and the girl’s smile faded. “I walked all the way.”

“Oh, shit,” Kathryn said. “Well, take off your coat and boots and come on up.”

“Where’s your dad?”

“Stuck in Indianapolis for the night.”

“I didn’t think you’d be here,” Rhonda said. She walked up the stairs and met Kathryn at the top. Rhonda was a petite woman herself, and the two were eye to eye as the young girl handed her a towel.

“It’s my dad’s weekend. My school’s two blocks away, so I just walked here.”

“Thanks for the towel,” Rhonda said, drying her hair with it. “God, what a storm, huh?”

“Yeah. You okay?”

“Now that I’m here. Can I get a phone book and use your phone?”

“Be my guest.”

*****

The kitchen was warm. Kathryn, or “Kat” to her friends and family, set a cup of coffee in front of Rhonda.

“It’s too bad they can’t get to your car until late,” Kat said, “but just the same, it’s okay with me if you hang out here for the night.”

“Really? I didn’t think you liked me.”

“Oh, that bullshit’s for my dad’s benefit. He takes me every other weekend and expects us to be best friends. But I like you just fine. You talk to me like a person. Want something a little stronger in your coffee?”

“Like what?”

“Bourbon. That’s what I’m putting in mine.”

“Kat!”

“Why not? It’s not like I’m a teenage alky or anything like that. You want some or not?”

“Yeah,” Rhonda smiled. “Why not?”

Kat poured out some of Rhonda’s coffee and tipped the bottle of bourbon over the cup. She poured some in her own cup and then stirred both. She brought them to the table and sat down close to Rhonda. They each took a healthy sip.

“Mmmm,” Rhonda said, “that’s a good feeling.”

“Yes, it is. So, what do you want to do tonight? I can cook a frozen pizza, we can each take a hot bath, and we can take our drinks out to the TV and watch a movie.”

“Sounds great, but I’ve got no clothes.”

“You’d fit in mine, I’m sure.”

“I’d feel funny doing that. Do you have anything less ‘goth’?”

“I have a silky nightgown and robe that I’ve never worn, some shit my dad bought me to be more lady-like. I don’t even wear nightgowns. I sleep in the nude.” Rhonda laughed and shook her head. She could already feel a little buzz from the spiked coffee. Kat got up and turned on the oven and took a pizza out of the freezer. “Sausage and mushroom okay?”

“Sure,” Rhonda smiled.

*****

Fed, bathed and dry, wearing Kat’s nightgown and robe and sitting very comfortably in one corner of the couch, Rhonda took a sip of her drink, still bourbon but the coffee had been traded in for Sprite. She was buzzed, but better for having eaten. Kat was still in her black clothes, sitting at the other end of the couch. They were watching “Fried Green Tomatoes,” but not watching very closely. They were enjoying each other’s company, talking about the movie, about the characters, and about other things.

“Are you warm enough?” Kat asked Rhonda. “I could get you a blanket.”

“I’m fine, sweetie,” Rhonda said. “You sure are nice to be with. I can’t remember the last time I felt so relaxed with someone.”

“I like being with you too,” Kat said. “It makes up for the fact that my girlfriend Robbie couldn’t come over tonight. I woulda been all by myself.”

“How about boyfriends? You have one?”

“No. I’m really not into boys… I mean, not right now.”

“Healthy attitude. No need to rush into all that stuff.”

Kat looked down at her black toenails. She looked over at Rhonda. The woman was very pretty. She looked very attractive in the nightgown and robe her legs were shapely and smooth. She smiled, her dark eyes widening a bit, and then she bit her lip.

“Rhonda, can you keep a secret?”

“Sure.”

“You aren’t one of those ‘holier than thou’ people, are you? You’re pretty open-minded, right?”

“I like to think so. What is it?”

“Um… I don’t know if I’ll ever be into boys. I mean, I… I like girls.”

A warm tingle crept over Rhonda’s body as she sat looking at Kat. It was not a reaction she would have ever expected from herself, a giddy sort of feeling, in a way aroused by the thought of this young girl kissing another girl.

“You mean, you’re attracted to… girls?”

“Yes, and I’ve… I’ve been with a girl, too. My girlfriend Robbie and I, we’re lovers.”

“Hm, and how long has this been going on?”

“Since we were twelve, but before that, really. I mean, I remember us touching each other when we were nine. One of us would close our eyes and the other would pretend to be the boy, and then, after a while, we just stopped pretending.” Kat sat very quiet then. “Well, Rhonda, what do you think?”

“I think…” Rhona sighed, “I’m pretty buzzed.”

“Yeah? And I think you’re pretty… pretty.”

Rhonda, in the middle of a sip, choked a little, but recovered.

“Oh, yeah?”

“As a matter of fact, I think you’re beautiful.”

Rhonda blushed like a schoolgirl, and shifted a little bit on her seat, feeling tingly and uneasy. She smiled, not knowing what to say.

“I’m sorry,” Kat said. “I’m making you uncomfortable.”

“No, Kat,” Rhonda said. “I’m just buzzed and you’re taking me by surprise. But you’re so dammed honest, I like it. You just say what you’re thinking. That’s hard for most people. It’s hard for me.”

“Well, I’m going to take my hot bath now,” Kat said. “Would you like to keep me company in the bathroom, or are you into the movie?” Kat looked into Rhonda’s widened blue eyes. “I’d close the shower curtain.”

“Um, yeah, I’ll come and keep you… keep you company.”

*****

Rhonda sat on the toilet seat, sipping her drink as Kat moved about in the tub inside the shower curtain. She could see the faint outline of the young girl through the semi-transparent plastic.

“Rhonda, would you do me a favor and wash my back?”

Rhonda sat very still, holding her glass and blinking her eyes. She turned and set down the drink by the sink and moved to kneel on the floor, pulling back the curtain. Her eyes clouded over as she looked upon the sight before her, Kat reclining in the tub, the front of her beautiful young naked body completely in view. Rhonda stared in awe of Kat. She could not avert her gaze. It was strong, the desire to look. The light reddish-brown skin, so smooth and perfect, so even about the girl’s shapely body, was breath-taking. Kat smiled.

“You know, I wasn’t really ready, Rhonda,” she said. She sat up and leaned forward, handing Rhonda the soap. Rhonda took the bar and began to soap the girl’s silky-smooth back. “So, Rhonda,” Kat said softly, “do you think I’m pretty?”

“You are…” Rhonda said, hesitating, “the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.”

“Wow. That’s quite a thing to say.”

Both woman and girl were silent as Rhonda washed Kat’s back, then Kat lay back in the water and Rhonda remained there, staring once again, her eyes on the girl’s breasts, small but with big, dark nipples, stiff from the reaction of water and air. She started to hand back the soap, but Kat did not reach for it. Instead, she allowed herself to float just above the surface of the water.

“Wash my front, too?” Kat smiled gently. “It’s so much nicer when someone else does it.”

Rhonda hesitated, but finally reached over and began to soap up the girl’s neck, shoulders, and then moved lower, closing on on the girl’s pert little tits. She soaped them up, trying to pretend it was just business as usual, but all the while feeling a strong tingle between her legs, one that she tried to stifle but would not go away. It was something she had not felt for a long time, that tingle. Never with Ray, never without her pussy being touched.

“Use your hands, not just the soap,” Kat said softly.

Rhonda looked into Kat’s dark eyes. They seemed to see right in to hers and through them, to her thoughts. She set aside the soap and wet her hands and placed them on the girl’s breasts, rubbing the soap all around. The nipples pressed against her palms as she basically was fondling Kat’s beautiful young tits, the soap only a buffer to kid herself that she was only bathing the girl. Reaching for the soap, she began to lather the girl’s flat brown tummy and then dropped the soap, her hands trembling suddenly.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’d better do the rest yourself,” Rhonda smiled, laughing it off. “Don’t want to… um… go too far…”

“And what would be wrong with that?” Kat asked her, taking the woman’s hand and pressing it to her own cheek, caressing it.

“You’re fourteen years old, and I’m thirty-five. I shouldn’t even be bathing you. I mean, you’re not a young child.”

“No,” Kat smiled, “I’m not.”

Rhonda got up off the floor, feeling a little dizzy, and picked up her drink. She turned to the door and opened it.

“If you want to be with me tonight,” Kat said, “if you change your mind, just light the candles on the coffee table and turn out the light. If you don’t, that’s okay.”

Rhonda turned, still trembling, and gazed upon the beautiful young body. She watched Kat soap herself between the legs and watched the girl’s shapely brown legs stretch, toes pressed to the tiles at either side of the faucet.

“You know, tonight could be beautiful,” Kat said tenderly, “and no one ever has to know.”

Rhonda slipped out into the hallway and eased the door closed. She stood in the hallway and looked down into her glass. She walked to the kitchen and put the glass in the sink. She took her cup from earlier in the evening and filled it with coffee. She took the cup with her to the living room, sat down on the couch, and looked at the candles that stood at either end of the coffee table. On the TV, the movie was still going. Blanche was on the bed, dying, and Idgie was telling that story about the ducks taking the frozen lake with them to the next county.

A tear ran down Rhonda’s cheek. She reached for her purse and looked inside. She found a book of matches. She struck one and lit it and reached for the first candle, setting the wick aflame.

Continue on to Part Two

By mom.anne, with JetBoy

I sat on the couch, having a glass of wine and relaxing. It had been three weeks since I had first made love to my two lovely daughters, and it had changed our lives in so many ways. When they got home from school, they would throw off their clothes and spend the rest of the night naked. Many nights they would come to bed with me and we would make love before they fell asleep. I would get up afterward, since I wasn’t ready to turn in for the evening at 9 PM.

That is what happened that night. After their homework was done, and the dishes were washed, Amy went to the computer. She had her favorite sites bookmarked, and she started to look through pictures of people having sex. It was a lesbian fetish site, so there were all sorts of combinations shown. Her little sister Kori pulled up the chair next to her and they were looking at the pictures together.

I walked in and saw my beautiful daughters together. I thought about how blessed I was to have two such lovely girls. Considering they were 11 and 8, they were amazingly close. Both had a hand between their thighs, lightly rubbing themselves. I went up behind Amy and started to lightly rub her little puffy breasts. They were so soft and tender. I looked back and forth between Kori and Amy. They were both intently watching a video on the screen where two women were licking strawberry jam off a younger woman. The jam was smeared on her breasts, stomach and pubic mound. In the video, one of the women noticed the jam on the pubic mound had started to run down the crack of the girl’s pussy. She lifted and spread the girl’s legs, and starting at the anus, licked all the jam from both of her holes.

Both girls were watching and rubbing, and I had one hand on my older daughter’s breast buds and the other on my own pussy. They were intently watching the video, while I was spending more time watching them. I took a glance at the screen and as the woman stuck out her tongue to lick one last drop of jam from the young girl’s pussy, the girl moaned and let go and started to urinate. The woman opened her mouth and allowed the stream to shoot into her mouth as she attempted to swallow it all.

Kori let out a loud moan, and I looked down and she was rubbing fast, then she was coming. She continued to climax until she passed out in the chair, exhausted. Amy looked at Kori, a bit shocked. She had never seen her sister get off so hard, and did not quite understand what had caused it.

I carried Kori to the bed, and Amy followed behind. I laid Kori down and Amy laid down next to her. They were beautiful. Amy was just beginning to bud, but still mostly a little girl, while Kori was all little girl, with not a hint of maturity.

Looking up into Amy’s eyes, I climbed onto the bed and crawled between her thin legs. I kissed her soft young thighs, and worked my way up to her bald pussy. I began to lick her lips, up and down, then a light lick on the clitoris. I continued this as I moved my finger between her cute butt cheeks and slowly inserted it in her ass. I began licking the clit more directly as I started to pump my finger in and out of her. I could tell she was getting closer to an orgasm, and I increased my speed. I moved my other hand up to her breast and started to lightly pinch her nipple. This sent her over the edge. She stiffened, and started moaning “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy,” over and over again.

I got up, covering them both with the quilt. I had not come myself, but I was not as needy as my two little rookies. They had a new toy, and they were always thinking of playing. I could wait.

As I sat on the couch, I thought back to the story Amy had told me about Emily Sharff. I wondered if she was only interested in young girls or if she was into grown women as well. As I sat on the couch, sipping my wine, a new plan started to form in my head.

*****

I called Emily Sharff at 7 PM on Friday night. I made sure I sounded upset, almost crying. I explained that my brother was in a bad accident and I needed to go to the hospital. I told her my babysitter was unavailable and I did not know what to do. She calmed me down, and said she could be over to stay the night in 20 minutes. I thanked her over and over. I also told her I was not telling the girls the truth so they would not worry, so she agreed not to bring it up.

I told the girls that they would be watched by Mrs Scharff. I explained that I needed to be gone for a night, but that it wasn’t anything serious. They accepted this with no problem. I reminded them, very forcefully, that they could not tell Mrs Sharff anything that we did, and they were not to do anything with each other while I was gone. They agreed.

It was all set. I had double checked the cameras and even added one in the living room. It would be interesting to see what Emily did with Kori and Amy. She had already started with my 11 year old, but did not know all that Amy had learned since. And she thought Kori was a normal 8 year old. I could not wait to return and watch what developed.

Emily arrived, and I left, checking into a local motel. I spent the night restless, eagerly waiting to get back home. I got up early, went out to breakfast, and arrived at my house about 8 AM. Emily was up drinking coffee, and left soon after I arrived. I offered her money for her trouble and she refused. She left quickly, never looking me in the eye.

I went to check on the girls. They were both fast asleep, not even moving when they heard the door open. I had a feeling they had a late night, making me even more eager to see the recordings. I quickly went to my computer and opened the hidden files.

I saw me leaving the living room, and heading out the door. Emily went immediately to Amy and whispered in her ear. Amy ran to her bedroom. Emily looked at Kori to make sure she was engrossed in the TV, and followed Amy. I switched to the bedroom cam, and Amy ran in and stripped completely. She stood at the end of her bed naked. When Emily came in she sat on the bed and spread her legs wide, so Emily could have a clear view.

She did not touch Amy, but ordered my daughter to masturbate for her. As she did, Emily also stripped naked and started to rub herself. I thought this was daring with little Kori in the living room, but I guess her lust got the best of her. She dropped to her knees and began licking the 11 year old pussy displayed in front of her. Amy lay back on the bed and began to moan.

As I expected, Kori came barging into the room, wondering where everyone was. She froze in the doorway as Emily looked up from Amy’s wet pussy. Kori was thrilled and as she ran to the bed, she pulled off all of her clothes. Emily relaxed and sat back, watching her get naked.

When they were both spread before her, she leaned forward and took turns licking the two prepubescent pussies, while fingering the other. Soon, she was fingering both, with a look of joy on her face. The girls I could tell were getting closer, and suddenly they both came. Amy shook all over, and Kori sprayed pee all over Emily’s hand and arm.

Emily was shocked by that. She jumped up and wiped the pee on to the sheet, then it occurred to her that the bed was all wet and I would know.

They were still all nude as she got them off the bed and took the sheets down to the washer. Afterwards, she took them both to the living room. She sat on the couch and had both girls kneel on the floor in front of her. She had them take turns licking her as she played with her nipples. This went on for about 10 minutes and I could tell by her face that she had the most glorious orgasm. She hugged both girls to her, then took them back to their room. She remade the bed and tucked them both in, French kissing them before leaving the room and turning out the light.

I got up from the computer and had a cup of coffee. I had her. From this moment on she, and her daughter, would be mine to play with.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By mom.anne, with JetBoy

I woke up first, with Amy still snuggled up against my nude body, breathing quietly and regularly. I got up, decided against putting on a robe, and went down naked to the kitchen to make coffee. Kori was also still asleep, since it was only 6 AM. I sat at the kitchen table, and thought of all that had happened over the last few weeks as I listened to the gurgling of the coffee maker.

To think this all started with my discovery of two young girls playing in the park, girls I’d never seen again. It had awakened something in me that I’d never known was there, but I had no regrets. In fact, I was pleased with how things were going, and was eager to touch and taste my youngest girl Kori, now that I’d crossed that bridge with Amy.

I was drinking my coffee when Kori came out of her room. My eight year old daughter was a bit surprised that I was nude, but not extremely so. After all, my girls frequently saw me naked in the bathroom or in my bedroom.

“Did you sleep well, dear?” I asked.

“Yeah, I did, but Amy isn’t in her bed.” Kori answered.

“I know, honey. She had a bad dream last night so she came and slept in my bed. Would you like some breakfast?”

I got up to get some cereal for her, and felt a twinge of excitement as Kori watched while I bent over to get the milk out of the refrigerator.

“Mom, will my butt look like yours when I get big?” Kori asked.

“Well, that’s hard to say,” I answered. “All the women in my family have large bottoms, but in your father’s family, they have almost none at all. You have a nice little butt now, angel.”

With that I put the milk down on the table and gave Kori a big hug, playfully fondling my little girl’s bottom. It was such a cute butt, I wanted to slip a hand into her pajama bottoms and caress it. I resisted though, poured the cereal, then told Kori that after she was done eating she should take a shower. Then I went to take a shower myself.

Even though I was not feeling any guilt revolving around my sexual play with my oldest daughter, I decided that it might be a good idea to reassure Amy, in case she was feeling strange about what we had done.

When Amy got up, I took her aside to talk, then explained in graphic terms how lovely it was to touch and taste her. I told Amy how beautiful she was and how she would have many people eager to make love to her. I also made sure to tell Amy that while her body gave us both so much pleasure, it was her intelligence and personality that would make the real difference in her life. Amy listened, and beamed at all the compliments.

I ended the conversation telling Amy that if she wanted, we could make love again.

“Yes, Mom,” she said. “I’d like that. I’d like it a lot!”

“Then we will, very soon,” I promised. “I love you, baby.”

“Love you too, Mom,” she shyly replied.

A few hours later I was making lunch when something occurred to me. I’d never found out who Amy was talking to last night, when I caught her using the phone in the bathroom. I thought about that, then came up with a plan.

I finished grilling the hot dogs and toasting buns, and brought them to the table, calling the girls. We sat down and began to eat. About halfway through the meal, I looked up and casually asked Amy, “You know last night, when I caught you masturbating in the bathroom?”

Amy turned red, and Kori giggled.

I turned to Kori. “It’s not like you don’t touch yourself, young lady. It’s a completely natural thing to do, and yes, it feels wonderful, so no need to giggle” — I turned back to Amy — “or feel embarrassed.” I studied my older daughter, now shifting uncomfortably in her chair. “So, you were on the phone talking to someone. Who was it?”

“It’s, um, it’s kind of a secret,” Amy mumbled.

“Amy, we have shared a lot since last night. Don’t start covering up and acting like sex is bad now. Was it bad when I licked that cute little pussy of yours?” Amy nervously glanced back and forth between me and Kori, who looked completely shocked. “Now tell me, who were you talking to about sex with while those little fingers of yours played with that lovely little wet pussy?”

Amy blushed and looked down again. She paused, and then took a deep breath. “I was on the phone with Kim’s mom.”

“Emily Sharff?” I asked, stunned.

“Yes,” Amy answered.

Good grief! There was nothing about Emily that would have made me suspect her of being into little girls. She was married, and all three of her children seemed so smart and well behaved. She was always in church, and was very active in the PTA, even involved in the Girl Scouts.

“Tell me, Amy, how did you end up talking to her sexually on the phone?” I asked.

“Well, a few months ago, one of the times I spent the night at Kim’s house, well, it kind of started then,” she began. “Kim was tired and we were in her room. We were watching TV. Sarah was sleeping over that night too so it was the three of us. Well, it was like 11:00 and the show ended, and the next show looked boring and I looked over to them and they were both asleep. So I, like, went through the channels and there was nothing on. And even though I wasn’t real tired, I got up to go pee before going to bed.

“When I went out into the hallway I saw like a weird light from downstairs so like I went real quiet and looked. It was Kim’s mom on the computer and she was looking at something. She was touching between her legs. I came closer and saw that she was looking at pictures of girls.”

At this point I looked over at Kori and saw that she was not only listening intently, she also had one hand in her lap.

Since we were finished eating, I suggested we go into the living room to finish this discussion. On the way I asked Kori, “Is this exciting to you, honey?”

She smiled and said, “Yes, Mommy.”

We sat down in the living room and Amy, with some prompting, continued. “I guess I kinda wasn’t paying attention to anything else, ‘cause all of a sudden Kim’s mom was looking at me. I remember she was wearing a white robe, with nothing on under it. She put her hand on my shoulder and said how pretty I was and how much she liked me. I felt her breath on my ear as she talked.

“She asked if maybe I would like to see what was making her so excited, and showed me the pictures. They were all of little girls. Some of the pictures were like them in bathing suits and underwear and stuff and then others were of them with no clothes. I looked at Mrs. Sharff and she was rubbing her pussy. She kept going through the pictures and she asked me if I was excited, and I said I kinda was.

“Mrs. Sharff looked right at me in the eye and told me to take off my pajamas, she said I should be naked. I just did it, I didn’t even think about it. It excited me even more to have her look at me naked, and me look at her naked, too.”

Needless to say, I was very aroused at this point. Glancing over at Kori, I saw that she was rubbing herself through her jeans.

Unable to resist, I turned to my youngest daughter. “Let me help you with that, honey,” I murmured. Carefully unfastening Kori’s pants, I slipped a hand into my little girl’s knickers, seeking out her smooth slit. As I began to masturbate my daughter, I took Kori’s hand and placed it on my breast. I wore a t-shirt, but no bra. Kori began to eagerly feel me up, soon slipping her hand beneath the t-shirt to touch my bare tits.

Then I turned to Amy. “If you took off all your clothes for Mrs. Sharff, you should get naked for us before going on with your story, don’t you think?”

Nodding, Amy rose to her feet and quickly undressed, then sat back down, immediately slipping a hand between her legs.

Oh God, I was in heaven. I was listening to my oldest daughter talk about her first sexual encounter as she sat naked, masturbating. My baby daughter’s wet pussy was under my fingers as I played with her, and Kori was fondling my breasts.

Amy continued her story. “Mrs. Sharff then asked me if I masturbated. I said yes, I had. She said she knew I wanted to masturbate now. I said I did. She sat me down in a chair and she sat right across from me. We both spread our legs and started rubbing. It felt really good, Mommy. Then Mrs. Sharff got on her knees and licked me, and that is when I came. Then she told me that I was a sexy little girl and to bend over with my butt towards her and spread my cheeks. I did this and she started licking my butthole, and that was when she came. Then she sent me to bed, but she told me I could call her to masturbate on the phone anytime I wanted.”

I was on fire as Amy finished her story. My little 11 year old was sitting across from me naked, her legs spread, rubbing her wet pussy. It was so cute and sexy at the same time. Amy’s lips were glossy with her juices, and her tiny nipples were begging to be sucked. Kori’s pants were at her knees, and her little pussy, which was really just a smooth slit with no protruding lips, was also wet, thanks to my busy fingers.

I quickly had Kori get completely naked like Amy, pausing to take off all my clothes as well before leading my daughters to the bedroom. This was it. I was going to indulge in an impossibly lewd act… lesbian sex with my two underage daughters.

Lying down on the bed, I directed my girls to suckle my breasts, one on each. While they nursed from Mommy, I reached down and caressed both of their bare butts. There is something so special about little girls’ bottoms. They are so soft and smooth, so in need of little rubs, pats, and bites. I planned to give Amy and Kori plenty of each.

My daughters, being curious little girls, did much more than just suck on my nipples. Neither girl could keep their hands still. They were exploring my breasts, my belly, my thighs. They were playing with the pubic hair that adorned my pussy, and yes, discovering the very moist flesh beneath the hair. Soon my girls were both masturbating me, and it took just a few minutes before I was hit with a huge orgasm.

Now it was their turn. I laid Amy on her back, and had Kori sit on her older sister’s face before lying down between her legs. I knew Amy had learned enough last week to give my eight-year old pleasure while she was being licked by her mother. I placed my mouth on Amy’s pussy and began to kiss and lick her. At the same time, while Kori was moaning astride Amy’s mouth, I slowly inserted my finger into my oldest daughter’s anus.

Seconds later, Amy started thrashing around in a huge orgasm. She was unable to keep pleasuring her baby sister, so I pulled Kori off Amy’s face, laid her down and started licking her myself. It only took her a short time to come, giving me a taste of her sweetness.

I managed to get the three of us under the covers, then took my darling girls into my arms. Spent from their pleasures, Amy and Kori quickly fell asleep,

I lay awake for awhile longer, thinking of the path I’d chosen. The world was different now. My daughters and I were now lovers, and I had no idea what new adventures were in store for us, only that I was ready for them. I wanted it all, and was ready to take it.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By mom.anne, with JetBoy

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in December 2012 }

The wind picked up, and a gust blew the paper out of my hand, across the street and into the park. I crossed the street quickly and ran after it. It wasn’t like it was something I couldn’t lose. It was just the phone number of a possible babysitter from someone at work. I could always ask again, and I really didn’t use babysitters that much anyway.

But that was a hassle, and so, without really thinking about it, I chased after the paper. I caught up to it just at the edge of the woods, and grabbed it. I fell down, but I got it. I sat on the grass, laughing at myself, thinking how silly I looked, all over a phone number I most likely would never call.

Here I was, a divorced 35 year old mother of two, sitting on my butt on the wet grass, out of breath from running, my pants covered with grass stains. I leaned against a tree and looked up at the sky. As long as I was wet and dirty, I might as well relax for a few minutes before I got up and headed home. I had gotten off early, so I could relax and still get home before the girls.

That is when I heard it. It was far off. At first, I thought it was the wind in the trees. I listened closer. Yes, it was giggles. The type of giggling only young girls can do. It piqued my interest. I got up to investigate. I walked down the path, into the thickest part of the wood. I got to a large area of underbrush. The giggles, which I heard off and on, were coming from the other side. I am still not sure why I was so curious, but I quietly went around to the other side, and looked around the bushes.

As I expected, there were two girls in the small clearing. The older girl looked to be about 12. She had long, light brown hair, and was wearing jeans, and a red and white blouse, which was open. She had a training bra, which was pushed up to expose the cutest little breasts. The other girl, maybe 8 or 9, had short blond hair. She was cute as a button. She was wearing jeans also, but she had no shirt on. A blue t-shirt was balled up at her feet. Her chest was completely flat, with no signs of maturity. She had the cutest little rosebud nipples, about the size of dimes. They were kissing and rubbing each others chest, and then giggling.

I cannot explain, nor do I understand the feeling I had, as I watched the younger girl’s hand gently caress the budding breast of the older girl while they French kissed. I was getting weak, as the older girl, while still kissing, unbuttoned the younger girl’s blue jeans. The younger girl pushed her away, breaking the kiss, and I saw worry and concern on the other girl’s face.

The worry left quickly, as the little blond pulled down her pants and panties to her knees. The older girl quickly did the same. They returned to kissing, as I saw two beautiful young pussies being lightly stroked. One was completely bare, with no sign of inner lips, while the other had a small tuft of sparse brown hair, and as she spread her knees as much as her pulled down pants would allow, I saw that she was starting to mature there also. The inner lips were just barely visible, and from my distant observation, it may have just been my imagination, but I was sure that her lips were wet.

Both young women were breathing harder, getting more excited. The older girl was moaning quietly, almost humming. Her puffy nipples were getting harder, and she was moving her fingers faster against the lips of her friend. The blond by this point had kicked her pants completely off. Her legs were spread wide, and I could clearly see the other girl’s fingers rubbing her slit near the top, where her little clitoris peeked out.

The young girl was shaking all over, on the verge of an orgasm. The older girl used her other hand to push the hand that was at her pussy harder into her. She was excited and needed to come. She moved down to the younger girl’s chest and started to bite her flat nipples. The girl started to wither in pleasure and a bit of pain. The younger girl took her wet fingers from her friend’s pussy, and brought them to her small lips. She stuck out her tongue, and licked off a bit of the juices. She smiled, and put her fingers in her mouth, and sucked all the juices off. She then returned them and continued rubbing. They were like two feral kittens, wildly thrashing, not caring about anything but their needs. My hand was down the front of my pants, rubbing. I was with the girls, touching them, kissing them. I wanted to feel their hands and mouths on me.

I suddenly heard voices on the path behind me. Male voices. The girls heard them soon after I did, and as I turned to leave the area I saw the girls scrambling to quickly dress. I headed back to the path and almost ran into two men, about 40, talking to each other about the weekend football game. They nodded to me and walked on.

I always considered myself a fairly normal woman. While I was divorced for 5 years, my ex-husband and I were on amicable terms. It helped that he now lived almost across the country, and was remarried. I dated occasionally, nothing serious, and held down a good job. At night I would take care of my girls and the house, watch a bit of TV or read, and go to bed. Sexually, outside of a little high school experimentation, I was fairly straight. I had not been with anyone since my divorce, and I masturbated about once a week.

But now this had changed. I could not get the experience of the two girls in the woods out of my head. No matter what I was doing the images would flash before my eyes. I would see those young bodies as I was grocery shopping, or as I was brushing my teeth before bed. Every day it seemed to get worse. And yes, I was now touching myself at least once a day, occasionally more.

I would be sitting on the couch, after the girls were in bed, and I would try to read. My mind would wander, and the two girls from the woods were playing in front of me. My fantasies had evolved. The older girl was sitting on the blond girl’s face, playing with her own nipples, and looking at me. She would beg me to suck her nipples to help her come as her friend licked her. Without realizing it my hands were in my pants and I was rubbing and moaning. I pushed my pants and panties down to my knees, and reached my other hand into my blouse and under my bra to reach my breasts. The girls got up, and they both were naked. They walked towards me, pulling me into their lovemaking. I looked at their faces. I suddenly realized that I was no longer dreaming of the two girls in the woods. These were the faces, and bodies, of my two daughters. I came like I have never come before.

I woke up a few minutes later. The orgasm was so powerful that I had passed out. My pants were still down, I had ripped open my blouse so I had lost three buttons, and my breasts where spilling over the top of my bra. The cushion I was sitting on was completely soaked with my juices. I did not move. I remained sitting back on the wet couch, and thought of my two daughters.

Amy was 11, the older of the two. She had long blond hair, which had started to get darker as she grew older. It was more of a dirty blond now. She was tall for her age, and thin. She was never walking, always running. She seemed always in a hurry to get everywhere. As far as her maturity, she was just coming into the shy stage of development. She would no longer run around the house in just panties. She always made sure she had on at least a pair of shorts and a t shirt. Her puffy little nipples were just starting to show through her shirt. Just a few weeks ago she had gotten her first bra, not that she really needed one, but she felt very mature as a result. It was during the purchase of her bra that I was able to see that her nipples were starting, just barely, to puff out.

Kori was stockier, and at the age of 8, was a much calmer and more thoughtful child. She was always reading and spent much less of her time outside or with a friend then her sister did. She was shorter, and still had a bit of her baby fat. She was not at all shy, but seemed to be following her sister in being more modest in what she wore around the home. She had long brown hair, which she did not brush nearly enough, but I still made sure she kept it clean and kept most of the tangles in check. Her body was that of an 8 yr old, much like a boy of that age, except for the cute little slit between her legs. I must admit I had not seen her naked in over a year. But she also had the cutest butt, which could be seen whenever she wore her cute little jeans. It was something I had always noticed. Amy’s butt was almost nonexistent, while Kori’s was like a cute little bubble.

The girls shared a bedroom, and while Amy was messier than Kori, they got along very well. It was not rare for them to talk with each other long after the lights went out. They were very close considering the difference in their ages. They really seemed to be best friends.

I got up to get ready for bed, but my mind was still thinking of my girls, my orgasm, and how my life had changed. I was going down an unexplored path. I had no idea where it would lead, but I was not scared. I was eager to see where this path would take me. I went to sleep, thinking of all the places I might go.

By morning, my mind was made up. I needed to follow this path, and take the next step. I needed to see them naked, and to see if they were involved in play as I had seen in the woods. On the way home from work I bought two nanny cams. I got home before the girls, and installed one camera in their bedroom, and the other camera in the bathroom. They were wireless, so they would send the live link directly to my computer to be watched or recorded. They arrived home about 15 minutes after I finished. I set the computer to record and went to make dinner.

After the girls were asleep in bed, I sat down at the computer. The file to which I had saved the recording I had purposely buried in some of my work files. I opened it up. I paused. This was the big step. I felt as if I was standing on the edge of a cliff. I could erase it, and go back to the mom and woman I was, or I could open it, and nothing would be the same again. My life before the scene in the woods had been comfortable and safe. Now, I was on the verge of a path which was exciting and scary. I knew it would lead to me changing forever my relationship with my daughters, my view of myself as a mother, and permanently change my sexuality forever.

I sat.

I thought.

I struggled.

After about 20 minutes, I calmed down. Things cleared in my brain. Right or wrong, I made a decision. I was sure it was the right decision for me. I knew the path I must take.

I opened the bedroom file.

I fast forwarded through the periods where the room was empty. I watched many of the other scenes. They were in and out of the room, or lying on their beds doing their homework, or talking on the phone. It was like watching normal home movies. But then they came in to get ready for bed.

Kori came first and quickly pulled off her clothes. She left her panties on, but was naked otherwise. I saw her cute little body, walking around the room, looking for her pajamas, walking around the room, getting distracted by one item or another. I paused the video, and got up and went to my own room. I took off all of my clothes, and put on my robe. I knew I would need better access to my body as I watched. I was already damp.

I returned to the movie. Kori had just put on her top as Amy came into the room. She pulled off her panties and then put on her bottoms. Amy glanced over as Kori bent over to pull up her pajama pants. Kori got into bed and Amy grabbed her pajamas and left the room, turning out the light. Five minutes later Amy came back into the room, and without turning on the lights, went to bed.

I quickly switched to the bathroom video.

Throughout the evening, Kori peed twice, and so did Amy. As expected, I could not see much during their quick pee, but I did find it erotic to watch. I also watched myself, and that too was somehow arousing, wondering what the men I knew would do if they could see me peeing and wiping. The girls then came in together and brushed their teeth. Kori splashed Amy with water and in response Amy slapped Kori in the butt. Then they both left. Amy then came in with her pajamas. I was ready. I pulled open my robe as my eyes fixed on my computer screen. As she started to undress, I was rubbing my nipples.

Amy took off her sweat shirt, and then the t shirt below it. She then unbuttoned and pull down her jeans. She was standing in just her training bra and panties. She was wearing a thong. They were black, with little red hearts. I did not buy them for her. I wondered where she got them. She looked at herself in the mirror. Turning first one way, then the other, to see how she looked from different sides. I had a flashback to myself at that age. I remember always looking in the mirror, wondering if I was pretty enough, or sexy enough. I would wonder what boys would think if they saw my budding breasts, or my naked butt.

Amy shook her head, and gave herself a shy smile into the mirror. She lowered the straps of her bra, and pushed her bra down. She removed it, and again stared at herself in the mirror. Her hands moved up, and lightly, ever so lightly, caressed her puffy nipples. She continued to play with her breasts, as she turned her butt to the mirror. She wiggles it, looking over her shoulder and smiled. She then slowly, ever so slowly, started to pull down her thong. She was putting on a show. She was, I was sure, imagining someone watching her undress. I wondered who it was. Did she have a special boy who she hoped to undress for? Was it someone in her class? Or maybe someone older? I did not know, but my hands were matching her hands, and I hoped she would start touching herself, and I would do the same.

She turned to face the mirror again. Her hair was hanging over her little buds, hiding her nipples. Her hands were covering her mound. She mouthed something to the mirror. I paused, and went back, wondering what she said. I watch again. It wasn’t until the third time I could make out what she said.

“I need you to make me feel good with your fingers.”

She then shook her head, so her hair moved away from her breast, revealing those sexy little nipples. She then slowly moved her hands from her mound, and for the first time in years I saw the bare lips of her sexy pussy. She lightly tickled the top of her pussy. She then threw a kiss to the mirror, said good bye, and got her pajamas on. She then left the bathroom, shutting off the light.

I sat back in my seat, one hand on my breast, pinching my nipple, the other between my legs, rubbing. My little girl, barely starting puberty, only in 5th grade, was imagining someone touching her body. She wanted someone to play with her sexually, a girl or a woman. Maybe someone already had. Maybe a teacher at school had already touched her breasts, or licked her little pussy. I see her touching an adult woman who is pushing a finger into her, causing her to squirm in pain and pleasure. I see one of her friend’s moms, having her over for a sleepover, and making her daughter and my daughter taste a hairy adult pussy. They take turns putting their tongue on her lips and clitoris. I see Amy, wanting it so bad she invites her sister Kori into her bed, eager to feel another hand on her pussy.

I came and kept coming. I continued to rub, and for the first time, squirting. I finally collapsed in the chair. The chair was wet, and even the floor in front of my chair was wet. My fingers were soaked. I got up to go to bed, sucking my fingers dry as I went.

The following week, I was able to see them both naked each day, and one other time Amy again played to the mirror. But as I watched, I knew I had to see more. I needed to get them more active, or if one or both were active, I needed to get them to do it in their room.

It was at dinner a few nights later, that I, without preplanning, decided to bring it all a bit more into the open. We were eating ice cream (Cookie Dough, my children’s favorite), and I asked Kori if she noticed that her sister was starting to go through puberty. Amy blushed as Kori turned and looked right at her chest.

“Yeah,” she said, “her boobies are getting to be bumps.”

“That is the way it starts. The nipples will grow and get puffy, and then the rest of the breast will begin to grow. She also should be getting hair on her pubic area soon. Amy, do you have any pubic hair yet?”

Amy turned even redder, and dropped her eyes, looking at her bowl of ice cream.

“No,” she whispered.

“Well, it should happen soon. At first it will just be a few, but slowly the hair will get thicker, and you will also be getting your period.”

“I know, Mom, you told me all that.”

“It is a big day for a mom when her daughter turns into a woman. I am so proud that I have such beautiful daughters.”

“She won’t get dressed in front of me anymore,” Kori complained.

“That is too bad,” I replied. “It would really be helpful, Amy for Kori to be able to see the changes you are going through, so she will be more prepared when she reaches puberty. That is one of the wonderful things about being a big sister.”

I turned towards Amy, looking her right in the eye.

“Have you started to have sexual feelings yet?”

Amy did not know what to say, and just looked down. Kori was looking back and forth at me and Amy, eager to hear more. I continued.

“When I was your age, maybe a bit younger, I discovered how much fun touching myself could be. And then when my breasts started to grow, wow, I was always touching and rubbing them. Do you masturbate, Amy?”

Again, I got no answer.

“What about you, Kori?”

Kori shook her head, indicating she didn’t, and mumbled under her breath “I wouldn’t know how.”

“See, another chance for you, Amy, to be a good big sister. That is why I was so happy to get have two daughters… so they could help each other with these things. Imagine how wonderful it would be for you two to share what you’re learning about your bodies, to explore these new feelings together.”

Both girls were squirming in their chairs. I had planted the idea in them, and their minds were working furiously.

“Well,” I said, “I will leave it all up to you, but you should both know that we do not need to be shy about sex. It is wonderful, and a blessing. Enjoy it, and if there is anything I can do to help, please, just ask.” I got up and took my dishes to the sink, leaving my girls together.

When I turned on the tape that evening, and fast forwarded to when they entered the room, I watched as they both sat down facing each other. For a long while they just talked. I wondered how much more for a recorder and camera that would also record the sound.

After about fifteen minutes of talking, suddenly they both pulled off their tops, and Amy took off her training bra. Kori went over to look closer, and her hand slowly raised to touch her sister’s nipples. Amy stiffened at the touch. She reached up and started to rub Kori’s flat chest. I was mad with desire, my clothes on the floor next to the computer chair, my fingers pulling at my nipples. The girls then removed their pants and panties, facing each other, spread their legs. They sat like that, looking at each other and talking. This went on for about five minutes, when they both put on their pajamas, and Amy went to bed. Kori went to the bathroom.

I switched to the bathroom recording. Kori pulled down her pajama bottoms and peed. She then stood in front of the mirror, her legs spread, and pulled her little lips apart. She was working so hard to see herself, she fell over. She got up, embarrassed, and pulled up her pants, leaving the bathroom. I fast forwarded up to the present, and was about to turn the tape off when Amy entered the bathroom. It matched the sound I heard of the bathroom door closing. Yes, she was in there now. She had the cordless house phone in her hand. She sat down on the toilet, without pulling down her pants, and dialed.

She began talking to someone. As she did, she pulled up her top and started playing with her little nipples. Oh my God, she was having phone sex. Right now. Twenty feet from me. She stood up, took off her pants, and sat back down, her legs spread. She started rubbing as she talked. Her little fingers were rubbing on her little pussy. The little pussy I washed as I changed her as a baby. The little pussy I have been dreaming about for weeks now. She was breathing harder.

I had to make a decision. It was 11:30 PM, way past her bedtime. I chose to act.

I got up and went to the bathroom door. I heard her talking. “Oh yes, I am rubbing. I am thinking of you licking me. Oh yes, I want you to. Please, I need you so bad.”

I pushed open the door. Amy froze. Her hand was between her spread legs, the phone at her ear. I took a step towards her and she hung up the phone and closed her legs. I took the phone from her, and took her hand. I walked her out of the bathroom, her pajama pants left on the floor. I took her to my room, hanging up the phone as we walked, and had her lay on my bed. She laid flat, her legs tight together, her hands trying to cover her nakedness.

It was then she realized I was nude as well. She looked at me. She stared at my breasts, and then looked down, at my trimmed pubic area. I spread my legs slightly so she could see better. She looked me in the eye.

“You know you are not to be on the phone this late,” I said.

“I am sorry,” she said, not sure what would happen next.

“I told you at dinner that we need to be more open about our sexuality. I know you have urges right now, but that does not allow you to break our house rules.”

“I know. I won’t. I am sorry.”

I went to the bed, sat her up and took off her shirt. I decided enough had been said, but now I wanted, no needed, to satisfy my lust. I laid her naked body back down, and lay down next to her. I let my hand trace lightly over her. I started at her lovely face, the face of my little girl. My fingers moved over her cheek, her jaw, her chin. I moved down her neck, and lightly caressed her shoulders.

She was looking at me, questioning how far I would go. She was barely breathing, holding back her breath in anticipation. I did not make her wait long. My fingers reached her lovely budding nipples. I played with them, touched them. Rubbed them. She was breathing deeper, her eyes half closed. I leaned in, and licked her nipples, first one, then the other. Her hand, which had been covering her little pussy in shyness, was now starting to move, lightly playing with herself. I firmly moved her hand away.

I sucked her lovely nipples a bit longer, feeling my wet pussy get even wetter. I started to kiss down her chest, and her belly, my tongue exploring in and around her belly button. I looked up in her eyes at this point, and asked her, “I’m going to lick you, baby. Is that okay?”

She nodded.

I moved around and spread her legs so I was looking right at her beautiful womanhood. Actually, girlhood was a better term. She was still very small, with no hair. Her inner lips, with her legs spread, were just beginning to show. It would be a while yet before she would look like a grown woman there.

I leaned forward, and breathed on her. My mouth then slowly moved forward. I was about to taste my little girl. The child I breastfed, whose diapers I had changed.

Even before I put my tongue on her, before my first taste, I came. It was a huge orgasm, and halfway through it I moved my mouth onto her.

I tasted my little girl, and started licking up and down her lips, occasionally licking her hidden clitoris. As I licked, my orgasm subsided, and Amy’s excitement grew. She started rocking her hips as I reached up and rubbed her small puffy nipples, while still licking her small pussy lips. She was close to coming, and I increased my licking, giving a bit more attention to her clit.

Amy stiffened and screamed. And collapsed. I looked up at her, my lips wet with her juice, and she looked back at me, breathing heavily. I went up next to her, and kissed her deeply, making sure she could taste herself on my lips. Then I covered us both with the blanket, and brought her face to my breasts so she could once again, after all these years, suckle me as we fell asleep.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Jen L. Lee

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in September 2011 }

In my family, there are a few odd traditions. The first one, is in every generation, the first born female is given a name similar to that of her mother. Thus, my grandmother’s name was Caroline. My mother’s name is Carol. My name is Karen and my daughter is Kara. The second tradition is that all of us share the same middle name, which is Lee. The third tradition is that all of the women were mothers at a young age. Gran (Caroline) had Mom (Carol) at 17 and Mom had me (Karen) at 16 and I had my daughter (Kara) at 15 as well. All of the Tanner women are very self-sufficient.

There are some newer traditions in our family. After my mother divorced my father (he hasn’t been sober in 2 decades and she’d had enough) she started dating other women and came out as a lesbian several years ago. Gran wasn’t too happy with Mom’s choice, but when she saw how happy her daughter was, she accepted it. My grandmother is a loving woman; she takes good care of everyone in the family, including my grandfather and her two younger daughters, my aunts.

A tradition that started only 5 years ago has continued into another generation. It is something that happened completely at random and nobody saw coming. Not me and certainly not my mother.

My pregnancy was a result of my own stupidity and I am not blaming anyone but myself. I wasn’t careful and I paid the price. I was lucky that Mom and Gran were in a position to help. When I delivered my baby girl, they were there to love and support me. I moved back in with Mom and I adjusted to her new lifestyle.

When I was 20, I realized that I had horrible dating habits. Kara’s father was an idiot and I dated the typical “bad boys” and jocks. I wanted sexy and smart and never found that in any of the men that I dated. I didn’t want to set a bad example for Kara, so I vowed to change my ways. Oddly enough, it led me to a voyage of discovery that was similar to my mother’s. I realized that I was gay.

Mom and I kidded each other about our choices in bedmates. We were very open about our sexuality and my mother told me I could bring a lover home and she would be free to do likewise. As we split the bills, it was my home as well. It seemed fair.

I loved beautiful women, although I was drawn to women of experience, like my mother. Carol loves younger women in their late teens to no older than their mid-20’s. She likes being both instructor and boss.

It’s a sad truism of life that women can be just as rotten as men. About 5 years back, Mom and I both suffered a relationship trauma. I was dating an older woman that I adored, her name was Jessica. In bed, she was everything I wanted. Passionate, aggressive, a bit dominant and very creative. She was also blonde, long-legged and dressed like a lingerie model. The 40-year old beauty had stolen my heart and I seriously thought she was going to ask me to move in with her.

Sometimes, even women do the “grass is greener on the other side of the fence” bullshit. Jessica had been looking and had found a younger model, a black girl named Tammy. I was unceremoniously dumped; thank God I was still living with my mother and had not moved in with Jessica. I was devastated and looked to my mother for lots of hugs and consolation.

I got it, but not quite the way I had expected.

Mom had been seeing this young, just out of high school beauty named Seana. She even turned me on; she was this half-Irish, half-French beauty with brunette hair down to her waist. Lithe and agile, I often imagined what she must be like in bed. I’d heard her and Mom several times and imagined them all twisted off. I got off to it several times, even though I knew it was wrong to be fantasizing about my own mother’s sex life.

After graduation, Seana was offered a full scholarship to study at Oxford. Mom had really fallen for Seana and offered to wait for her or live in England while Seana studied, but Seana broke her heart. She told Mom that she thought they should end it now while no one was in too deep. Seana had thought they were just having a fling, she didn’t realize that when my mother falls, she falls all the way.

In a horrific coincidence, our breakups happened on the very same day. I came home crying to find my mother crying. After Carol and I managed to sputter out our mutual unhappiness, we broke out a bottle of wine and proceeded to get roaring drunk. Neither of us drank much because of Daddy, but that night, we needed to just let go. I will always be thankful that we did.

At some point that evening, my mother and I were talking, already a bit tipsy. She looked at me, her green eyes still so youthful and alive and told me “If you weren’t my daughter, I’d be very attracted to you. I’ve always liked your long legs (I’m almost 5’11” in bare feet) and you know Mommy loves redheads.”

My mother is a beautiful, curvy blonde and I realized as I looked at her that Jessica was the very same type. “I love curvy blondes, Mom. I’m just starting to think now is that why I dated Jessica — because she reminded me of you.”

I’m not really sure who made the first move, but we seemed to drift together and our hands gently touched each other’s faces. My lips were pressed against my mother’s and then we were sucking on each other’s tongues.

My ten-year old daughter was away at a sleepover, so there was nothing to stop us from going further, if that was what we were going to do. It was.

We took the wine with us and went into Mom’s lavish bedroom. She adjusted the lights with a dimmer switch and then told me to strip and get under the covers while she went into her bathroom. I thought maybe she could hear my heart pounding through the closed door as I slipped out of my dress and blouse and under the cool top sheets.

My 42-year old mother emerged from the bathroom, blonde hair loose and flowing and from that moment on, all thoughts of Jessica vanished in a puff of smoke. She walked, sway-hipped, towards the bed and pulled the covers away. I had on a tiny black thong I had bought for Jessica earlier that month. She had never seen it and I was glad. I wanted my mother to remove it and she knew it instinctively. She tugged it off and kissed my thighs playfully. She gasped when she saw my shaved pubis.

“Didn’t Seana shave?” I asked her. Most young girls do these days.

Mom shook her head. “She trimmed, but your kitty – it’s so lovely,” She stroked it gently with the tips of her fingers.

“Eat it Mom, show me you want it,” I begged.

“Oh yes, darling, of course Mommy wants it,” Carol said to me and lowered her face to my cunt. At that moment, she was still my mother, but now my lover. Her tongue lapped furiously and I’d never felt anything so tremendous in my life. I felt as if I’d been sitting in an electric chair and all the hairs on my arms were standing on end. Mom didn’t stop until she made her little girl come three times.

“My turn, you incredible mommy,” I smiled. I decided I was going to match her and proceeded to show Carol that her little girl was no slouch when it came to making love to a woman. I licked her from head to toe, loving her 34D tits and nibbling her nipples. When I got to her cunt, I used fingers and stimulated the clit and after I’d made her come once, I flipped her over and rimmed her ass. She’d never had anyone do that before and my mother loved it. She howled and the foulest obscenities flew from her mouth, many that I would have been punished for using years earlier.

We spent the entire night fucking. My Mom even gave me her strap-on and begged me to fuck her ass. I did as she asked, but I liked having my mother be the boss and I told her so. It just seemed more natural. We didn’t stop having sex that entire weekend, even after we were sober again.

Carol and I talked after our heads stopped pounding and decided that we would move forward – with caution.

For the next year, we made love every chance we got while maintaining our own bedrooms. We dated a bit to see if perhaps we could develop feelings for others, but although we both had some fun sex, the chemistry was never as intense. After one intense make-out session while Kara was in school, Mom told me she thought we needed to take the next necessary steps.

“I think you should move into my bedroom, sweetheart,” Carol told me as she held me in her arms. “We can use your room as an office for my store…” Mom had started a business selling erotica to lesbian clientele, “… and we will be together every night.”

She anticipated my next question. “Yes, we need to tell Kara and we’ll explain to her that our situation is unusual. She’s 11 now and she will likely be able to figure it out, if she hasn’t already.”

We took Kara out for a lovely Italian meal that evening (her favorite) and when we came home, we tried to explain our situation as best we could. We were making a mess of it. Kara knew her Mom and Gran were both lesbians, of course, but Mom couldn’t convey herself.

“We’re going to be sharing the same bedroom!” I finally blurted out in total exasperation.

My blonde angel laughed. “Oh, is that all? Finally!”

We looked at her with amazement. “You knew?” I asked my daughter.

“Well, duhh Mom!” Kara giggled. “I’ve seen the way you two look at each other and I know you both like girls, so I did the math. I’m surprised it took you this long.”

Carol asked her granddaughter “And the incest aspect doesn’t bother you?”

Kara snorted. “Why should it? What you do is your business and I know how to keep a secret. You’re both hot chicks – if you want each other, I say go for it!” Kara said, giving us both a thumb’s up as we hugged her.

That night I moved some of my things into Carol’s bedroom and I finally felt at peace. We had an amazing night of sex and I’m afraid we weren’t quiet. Luckily, I was sure Kara was sleeping and if not, she knew our secret.

Mom’s business took off so much that I was able to cut my outside hours at my other job and assist her with the business. Our “lunch breaks” got rather steamy, but business was flourishing and both of us were happy. If Kara caught us kissing, she’d blow us a kiss as well, as if she were joining in.

Three months ago, just after Kara’s 15th birthday, she knocked on our door. Mom and I were naked and as of late, we had felt free to be that way in front of our baby, so we didn’t pull the sheets up. She was a bit fidgety, so we asked her what was bothering her.

“I have something I want to ask you,” she said. “Be right back!” She ran off, confusing both of us.

A few minutes later, she came back into our room and stunned us both. She was wearing a sexy black teddy and cute bedroom slippers, she looked like a lingerie model. Her blonde hair was gleaming and I hadn’t really noticed how long it had been getting. She looked down and then puffed out her 32C chest at us both. “Do you think I’m sexy?” she asked.

Mom and I looked at each other as if we were trying to figure out how to answer her. Finally, I spoke up.

“Yes Kara, you’re a beautiful young woman and in that, you’re very sexy,” I confessed. “Why do you want to know?”

“Because – well – if I’m so sexy, how come you and Gran haven’t asked me to go to bed with you?” Kara demanded to know.

Mom and I looked at each other and we tried to formulate an answer. We tried to say that our relationship had just happened and it was a special fluke, we fumbled around and realized that our rationale was all hokum. Both of us found Kara sexy and we knew that we could easily accommodate her into our relationship if that’s what she wanted.

We told her that and she squealed with happiness and jumped into the bed with us. She kissed me first and then her Gran and alternated until she had us both horny, the little minx! Mom undressed Kara slowly while I explored her chubby little pussy and her cute rosebud with my tongue. Mom got her tits first and the pleasure of having Kara straddle her face and letting Carol eat her out. I myself was eating my mother’s pussy at this juncture and if it seemed sweeter this time, I think that’s because of the intense desires everyone in the room was feeling that night.

We both let Kara pleasure us and she took instruction very well. Kara has not slept in her own bed since, she’s now nestled in between us every night. While Mom is “the boss” of the household, we are all equals in most ways and anyone of us is free to initiate sex. We’ve impressed upon our little girl the need for discretion and if she chooses a partner of her own in a few years, make sure that she’s someone who can handle our type of lifestyle. None of us would give it up for anyone.

By Louisa May

“Ohhh, my GOD…” came Mary’s muffled little voice. “Woooow…”

“Man, Mary, you really exPLODed!” Julie’s eyes were huge. I leaned in and kissed her mouth. She turned her head to me and opened that pretty mouth, and my tongue slid in and along her sweet gums.

“Hey, me TOO!!” We stopped and turned to see little Mary, her short black hair a fluff mess about her red face.

I laughed, and brushed some of that soft hair off her face. “Alright, sunshine, I want to kiss you, don’t you worry. But let’s all get naked first, okay?” I turned to Julie. “Is that a good idea?”

My little blossom blushed, of course, and nodded, grinning.

“Yaaayy, let’s get naked!” Mary immediately began shucking her skimpy t-shirt. “I want to see NORA naked, yes, yes, yes!”

I smiled. “You do, do you?” She nodded fiercely. “Well, alright then.” And I stood. “You, too, Miss Julie.”

Mary knelt on the bed watching intently, first at me, then at Julie, then back at me. “Oooh,” she shuddered, “I’m so excited!”

I undid my robe and let it fall to the floor.

“Ohhh my GOD!!” and Mary fell backwards on the bed, flashing her shiny little slit. She bounced back, her face aglow. “Nora! You are so so so beautiful!!!” She turned to Julie, who had removed her blouse and was now taking down her skirt. “Isn’t she beautiful, Julie?” And Mary’s eyes stayed on her friend, who was now Quite a-blush.

Julie nodded, murmured, “yes, she is, I know.”

“Oooh, Jool, you have hair!!” Mary pointed at her friend’s lightly whiskered crotch.

“Jool—”

“And your titties… well, they ARE kinda big–”

“Mary…” I lifted my brow at her and reached to hold both pretty Julie- cones. “They are big and beautiful.” I leaned to lick one of her nipples.

“Yum.”

Mary giggled madly. “Ohhh man, this is GREAT!” She crawled over the sheets to sit on the edge of the bed. “NOW will you kiss me?”

I smiled and sat next to her. I held both her small cheeks and touched her nose to mine. “Yes, I will kiss you now, little beast. Stand here between my legs.”

And she stood and snuggled her slim thighs between mine. Her arms hung obediently at her sides.

“‘Kay.”

“Okay.” And I brought her body in closer to me so that I felt her flat, hot chest touch my nipples. Our heads were on a level.(The bed sat high up.) Her mouth still held the impish ghost of a smile as my lips touched it. Her mouth opened slightly and I dutifully brushed my tongue against the insides of her lip. She giggled, and her own elfin tongue touched mine, and danced against it. Little imp! My head tilted a bit, and I opened my mouth further and slid my tongue deeper inside her. My hands slid around her thin waist, and I felt her press herself against my breasts, as her own mouth opened wider and drew my tongue in. She sighed, a high-pitched content little moan, and I felt her tongue swirl around mine; I felt her sucking my tongue! Her firm little belly now ground itself into my moist, fuzzy puss. Oh, my heavens, I could live here a looong while.

“Hey, what about ME?” I felt a tapping, and broke our kiss to find Julie at my shoulder.

“It’s MY turn,” said Mary, who started in at my lips again.

I held back. “Whoa, wait now, wait a bit.” I smiled at Voracia. “You are a hot little one, aren’t you?”

Big grin and a big nod.

“I know.” I turned to Julie. “Yes, we have to figure out things here, don’t we? Hmmm…”

“It IS my turn,” murmured Mary to her friend.

“We DID just make your butt explode,” Julie murmured back.

“How about,” and I spread my legs apart, moved Mary to one side and pulled Julie in to stand beside her, “how about each of you take one of my nipples into your mouth. And suck them. How about that?”

The girls grinned at each other and immediately leaned in to engulf a nipple with their mouths. Ohhhh, good idea! Very very Very gooooood ideaaa… mmmm… I stroked their heads, their soft, slightly moving heads; Mary’s almost babysoft black hair, Julie’s lush blond mane… felt my nipples swell, my blood coursing down through my core, into my middle, my pussy just glowing…

And as I watched, a wonderful thing happened. Besides me coming, deeply, gently, I mean… for after a few minutes, I watched Mary begin to lick, and kiss, then suck again, then kiss, moving… then she started nuzzling Julie’s lips against my nipple! And as I watched, my hands, almost of their own accord, began gently pressing the little heads together; and they did come together. I watched Julie’s lips hesitate, brave a brief touch to Mary’s, return to my nipple, then, as Mary’s lips more insistently nuzzled her own, turn, and actually brush, then fasten on her friend’s…

And my hands slid downwards, smoothing the kissing girls’ backs, then cupping their bottoms. I felt Mary’s immediately respond, as her hands came up and went around Julie’s waist. My hand at Julie’s bottom travelled further, my fingers questing, and I felt her thighs part, and she sighed. And Mary sighed, and both girls almost sank into each other. Julie’s arms went around her friend’s arms, and both were now in a passionate embrace, and kissing deeply. And of course all I had to do with little Mary was touch a finger to that humid, sensitive little asshole, and her sighing instantly rose a level, became a high-pitched moan, a mumbled grunt and gurgle. I now had a finger in Miss Julie’s slit, and she too was moaning. Both, between my warm, yearning thighs.

I turned to the mirror at the foot of the bed, and what a lovely sight: Mary’s small hands roaming, grasping, at Julie’s back, her arms, neck… my own hand working quietly between Julie’s lewdly spread thighs, her bottom moving, squirming… and the sound of them both moaning, kissing, wet, sticky, sighing, grunting, crying…

It was MY turn.