Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

 
Mommy sits on my bed, naked. Her legs are spread wide. We can see her wet pussy. She holds it open for us, rubs herself a little bit, and then slides two fingers inside, pushing them in deep and wiggling them around. She does this for a minute, kind of groaning. Then she pulls the fingers out, showing me and my sister how they’re dripping with her juices. She puts the fingers in her mouth, tasting herself.

After she licks her fingers, Mommy smiles and says, “Okay girls, time to get cleaned up. Who wants to go first?”

“I do,” I tell her. I almost always go first.

Mommy nods to me, saying okay. Trisha, my big sister, 11 years old, lies back down on the floor.

I start with her face, licking her, using my tongue to clean up Mommy’s pussy juice. It’s all over her. I lick her cheeks and her nose and her eyelids and her forehead. Of course, I swallow all the pussy juice I can. It tastes really good. Then I lick her chin and all around her mouth and finally her lips. They’re mostly clean already, but I love licking Trisha that way. We kiss for a minute, but not too much because she doesn’t want to clean my face yet.

I go down to her neck. There’s not as much there, but I lick her anyway. And then her chest. Her little boobs aren’t very big, but when I lick them, my tongue kind of going around in circles, it makes her nipples get hard. I lick Trisha’s nipples, tasting my mom’s pussy juice on them. I suck her nipples too, for a long time. We both love that part. I can hear Mommy getting excited, fucking herself while she watches us.

Then I do Trisha’s tummy, finding whatever juice I can, and then her hips, and her legs. Not her slit yet, though. That comes last.

When my sister is clean all over everywhere, all except her pussy, I get down between her legs, pushing them apart.

I lean in close and look at her. I can see Mommy’s juice on her, big shiny globs of it and long strands too. First I lick around the edges, not inside, making sure I clean up everything, all around the outside of her pussy. Then I push her legs even more apart and lick her from the bottom up.

A lot of the stuff is on the rug, of course, and I leave that there, but I lick Trisha’s butt, even around her pooper. In our bath before bed we washed each other really well so it’s not dirty or anything. Trisha gets excited when I lick her pooper, and Mommy does too. I like making them happy.

Now she’s mostly all clean, all except the inside of her pussy. Mommy got an awful lot of juice in there this time. When I lick that, I know I’ll be licking some of Trisha’s own pussy juice too. You can’t really tell it apart, but I don’t mind that at all. They both taste so good.

Using my fingers, I open my sister’s pussy lips. She’s all wet and gooey and shiny inside. I put my nose in close and smell her. So yummy! I can feel my mouth watering. Again, I start at the bottom of her slit, licking upward. I don’t want to miss any of it. My tongue gets big full loads and I swallow it down, thinking what a lucky girl I am.

Trisha’s moaning now. I can see her playing with her nipples. I’m pretty sure Mommy is almost ready for another orgasm too. That’s how it sounds. We’ll see who gets there sooner.

I lick all down below first, on the inside of her pussy, even putting my tongue in her pink hole. Trish likes that. “Yes! Yes!” she says. I fuck her that way with my tongue for a minute, and then I slowly move up, licking inside her slit, making sure I don’t miss anything, until I get to the top. It’s time to suck her clit.

Just when I start kissing and licking Trisha there, I hear my mom coming. She usually tries to wait for my sister, so they can come together, but I guess she got too excited this time.

I lick Trisha’s clit and then I start sucking on it. There’s no pussy juice left, except what’s coming out of Trisha’s hole now. But that’s okay. That part is over. I did my job of cleaning up. Now I get the special treat of making my sister come.

It doesn’t take very long. I know just how she likes it, the nibbling and licking around the edges, the soft kisses, more licking, then more sucking, and when I hear her make those noises I know so well, it means I should stay right where I am and keep doing what I’m doing, and a minute later I hear her cry and I feel her body shake and I smell fresh juice coming from inside her.
 

I’m finished, and now it’s Trisha’s turn.

I lie on my back. I have to wait a little bit for my sister to calm down. Meanwhile I look at my mom, at her pussy. She likes it when her 9-year-old daughter looks at her, watching her play with herself.

Then Trisha’s ready. She does the same thing as me, starting with my face, licking everywhere, tasting Mommy’s pussy juice. She licks my mouth and we kiss. We can kiss longer this time. I love kissing her.

She licks my neck and my shoulder and my chest. I have a lot of pussy juice on me and it takes a while. I don’t mind. I love having her do this. She licks my nipples too. I don’t have any boobies yet, but I like the way it feels, kind of tickly, when she licks my nipples. It makes me tingle inside, in my pussy.

Trisha licks my belly, and my legs, just like I did with her, everything except my slit. At last I am clean everywhere, and now I get to feel my sister’s tongue on my pussy. She pushes my legs wide apart. I close my eyes so I can just feel everything. I feel her fingers opening me, I feel her breath, warm on me, and then her tongue, her lips, maybe even her whole mouth on me now, making sure she licks and sucks and drinks up all of Mommy’s pussy juice, and some of mine too of course.

She puts her tongue inside me, inside my hole, the same way I did, and I’m almost ready to come just from that. It won’t take me long when she gets to my clit. But she takes her time. She’s licking me all over, all around everywhere inside my slit, way more than she needs to do to make me clean.

I hear Mommy coming again. That gets me even more excited too — come on, Trish, lick my clit, suck my clit, make me come.

And she does. Almost like she heard me, my sister puts her mouth over my clit and her tongue gets busy and in maybe only a few seconds I have a huge orgasm. God I love that part.
 

Finally we’re done. It’s time for bed, and lights out for real this time. Mommy helps us put our nighties back on, and then she tucks us both in, kissing us and telling us how much she loves us. Now we wait until next Sunday.

By Naughty Mommy

The shower felt very nice after a long day at the beach, and that quick session of oral sex from my 10-year-old daughter felt even better. Fully refreshed, I started getting ready for our dinner date with Eve and her two girls.

I put on a summery green silk dress that left one shoulder bare. On the other side a slit ran from my knees halfway up my thigh. I had a jade necklace that went perfectly with the dress, along with matching green high-heeled sandals. I left my legs bare and did not wear either panties or a bra. My breasts swung freely under the smooth fabric, my nipples clearly evident.

Bambi went with one of her little girl outfits: a short-sleeved white cotton blouse, buttoned up, together with a very short pleated skirt, blue and green plaid. Under the skirt she was wearing ruffly white undies. She had white anklets on her feet, along with a pair of black buckled shoes. She looked adorable, and extremely seductive.

We admired each other, then took the elevator downstairs to meet our friends.

I was pleased to see that Eve was dressed in a denim miniskirt, instead of opting for pants — that meant, I hoped, that she wanted me to see her legs. She was wearing a striped gray tank top over it, with a bra, along with a light denim jacket that matched the skirt. Her legs, like mine, were bare, and she was wearing flat brown leather sandals.

“Wow, you look fantastic,” said Gwen to me as we walked up. “Like you’re in a magazine or something.”

“Thank you,” I smiled.

Gwen, 16, was in a short skirt as well, but it was of a stretchy knit fabric in neon pink. It set off her long tanned legs quite nicely. On top she was wearing a white v-neck shirt with a pink beaded necklace. She was wearing a bra, but it was thin enough that her nipples clearly protruded. On her feet were white sneakers.

“You look lovely yourself,” I told her. “Those legs of yours are just amazing.”

“Thanks,” she grinned.

I looked at Paige, the smoldering 11-year-old beauty. She was wearing black leggings with flat black shoes and a long-sleeved flowing top, like a smock, that came to mid-thigh. The smock was in a paisley pattern, gold and green.

I leaned over, fingering her silk top in my hands, and said to her, “This fabric is so beautiful. Did you choose the shirt yourself? Or did your mother get it for you?”

She smiled proudly. “No, I picked it out myself.”

“She just loves colors and patterns, of all kinds,” said Eve.

The five of us walked to the parking lot and found their car, and I gave Eve directions to the restaurant.

We enjoyed a pleasant meal together. I didn’t push the seduction during dinner, thinking it best just to relax and become more friendly. Bambi sat between me and Gwen. Eve sat on the other side of me, and Paige was between her mother and her sister.

As we ate, I felt my daughter’s hand sliding inside the slit in my dress several times. She reached her fingers up my thigh as far as she could, though I would not allow her to touch my bare pussy. And it was not only my leg that my little girl was caressing that night. I could see her hand moving under the table on her other side too, evidently stroking Gwen’s smooth thigh. So, although I was not pushing the seduction at dinner, the same could not be said for Bambi.

After we finished eating and I paid the bill, over Eve’s objections, I suggested that we drive to a point that reached out into the ocean about 15 minutes south of the hotel. There was a state park protecting the site.

“That sounds nice,” said Eve. “We can watch the sun go down.”

When we arrived and got out of the car, the girls ran ahead of us, down the trail that led toward the beach and the tide pools. Eve and I followed behind, more slowly. I didn’t try to take her hand this time, or her arm. It would be up to her to make the next move between us.

It didn’t take long. Whatever I was doing with her was succeeding.

Eve put her arm through mine as we walked. After a minute, she began gently rubbing my forearm with her other hand. When we came to a lookout point with a spectacular vista of the Pacific Ocean, the setting sun hovering just above the water, we stopped for a moment to admire the view. The girls were somewhere ahead of us, quite a bit further down the trail by now.

After a moment of peaceful solitude, Eve turned to me, her face close to mine. “Angela,” she said in a soft voice, “will you kiss me again?”

I gazed at her, caressing her cheek with my fingers. I looked into her lovely hazel eyes, and at her pretty mouth. Her lips, adorned with a touch of gloss, glimmered seductively in the angled sunlight.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” I whispered to her.

“I… I think so… but, um, I’ve never done it before.”

“It’s okay,” I told her. “I have.”

That made us both chuckle, and then I brought my mouth to hers and we kissed.

This was not the single tender kiss we’d shared earlier under the beach umbrella. It began slowly, but then it quickly became passionate and urgent. The woman put her arms around me, pulling me close. Our lips parted and our tongues eagerly explored each other’s mouths.

When we broke the long kiss a minute later, Eve was panting. Her face was flushed. It looked almost as if she’d already had an orgasm.

“Wow,” she gasped, catching her breath, “that was, that was — I think I want some more like that!”

We laughed again and hugged. When I began to kiss and lick her warm neck, she swooned, literally, in my arms. I had to hold her up.

“Oh my god,” she said, pulling away for a moment as she recovered, fanning herself with her hand. She was smiling brightly, her eyes gleaming. “Pretty soon I’ll be throwing you down in the sand and, and raping you.”

“I wouldn’t object to that,” I told her, “even in front of the girls.”

That stopped her for a second. It looked like she was going to say something, but then she may have remembered her earlier promise about going along for the ride and not judging. She shrugged her shoulders and giggled, “Angela, you’re turning me into a sex fiend.”

I drew her close, giving her a quick kiss on the lips, then looked into her eyes. “No, darling, I’m not. I’m merely opening the door for you so the sex fiend that’s already inside can come out and play.”

Eve stared at me, her face a picture of wonderment and openness. After a moment, she placed her fingers gently on my lips, caressing them as she whispered, “I think this will be a very interesting next few days.”

I opened my mouth and extended my tongue, licking her fingers. That made her gasp, and I felt a tremor of excitement pass through her body as I held her in my arms.

Then she shook her head as if to clear it and glanced around, seeming to come to a realization of where we were. “Oh, uh, we, we’d better go on. The girls might be worrying.”

“I don’t think they’ll give us a second thought,” I smiled. “But yes, I think we should go down and check on them.”

“Will you kiss me again, one more time?”

“Gladly.”

This time our kiss was less urgent but perhaps more meaningful, more soulful. It held the sure promise of a deeper bond between us. When we finished, Eve was trembling.

“Um, I… I think I want to make love with you,” she whispered. She let one hand slide down from my shoulder to find my breast. She squeezed it gently, rubbing her palm over my hard nipple.

“That feels nice, very nice,” I told her. “And yes, making love with you is something I would enjoy very much, if we can find the right time and the right place.”

“What’s wrong with here and now?” she joked.

“Oh, my, you are a sex fiend.”

We giggled together, kissed briefly once more, then started down the path to find our daughters. Eve held my hand in hers, swinging it like we were long-time lovers.

Five minutes later, we reached the bottom of the trail. We could see the girls crouched over some rocks near the water’s edge. They were looking at tide pools.

Bambi saw us. “Mommy! Come and look! Gwen found crabs, and starfish, and everything!”

My high-heeled sandals were not really designed for rock climbing, so I slipped them off and carried them. We looked at the tide pools with the kids for a few minutes, but then the sun dipped below the horizon and it began to get dark. There was a slight summer night’s chill in the air that made my nipples stand up even longer and harder than usual. I noticed it had the same effect on Gwen’s chest.

We started back up the trail together, stopping briefly at the lookout point to admire the last fading colors of the sunset. The girls stayed with us this time. Eve and I held hands the whole way back to the car.

As we pulled into the hotel parking lot, I said, “You know, it’s really not that late. Why don’t you come up to our room for a nightcap? I’ve got the most wonderful cognac, Eve, I know you’d enjoy it. The girls can have soft drinks, or, I know, we can order a room service dessert for them to share.”

“Yeah!” shouted Bambi from the back seat.

“That’s tempting,” Eve mused, as she looked at the dashboard clock. It was 9:21. “But I really should get Paige to bed. At home, it’s lights out at 9:00 for her.”

“Mom, it’s vacation,” complained Paige, “and anyway, I’m 11 years old now. I should be able to stay up later.”

“Well, all right. But only for a little while. I want you in bed by 10:00 — no, I guess that’s too soon, by 10:30, okay?”

“Yay!” Paige and Bambi cheered together.

“Oh, and I just remembered something,” I added. “Gwen, I’ve got a nice skirt I brought along that doesn’t fit me very well any more. My waist is getting too big in my old age. But I’m sure it would look smashing on you with your long legs. I’ll show you the skirt and you can try it on if you want.”

“That’s awesome,” said Gwen. “Thanks!”

When we got on the elevator, I inserted my card key into a slot and pushed the button marked ‘PH’.

Paige asked “What does PH stand for?”

“It means penthouse,” announced Bambi. “That’s where we’re staying.”

“Penthouse? What’s that?” Paige inquired.

Gwen told her, “It’s the highest room in the hotel, the top floor. Kind of fancy, probably.”

And when the door opened on the top floor, not into a standard hotel hallway, but directly into the entrance foyer of our suite, Gwen and Paige were in awe. “Wow, this is like you have… the whole floor to yourselves.”

“Yeah, we do,” said Bambi. “Come and see my room!”

So, the three kids raced off to see Bambi’s room, which was quite nice, of course, commanding a beautiful view of the coast to the north. My room, the master bedroom, had an even more expansive view to the west and the south. There was a third large bedroom that we weren’t currently using, but which might be needed at some point, I hoped, if we ever hosted a big enough lesbian orgy.

Before going to the master bedroom, I took Eve from the foyer into the main living area, where I opened the well-stocked liquor cabinet and poured us each a generous portion of excellent cognac. We toasted each other and shared a quick kiss, then I called room service and asked them to send up four of their best desserts.

When I hung up, I smiled, “We’ll let the girls each choose the dessert they want, and you and I can split whatever is left.”

“Sounds great,” she said, giving me another kiss.

Holding her hand, I led her into the master bedroom. Her eyes went wide when she saw the ultra-modern design, capped by a spectacular view.

“Wow, this is simply unbelievable,” she raved. “I’m not even going to ask how much a room like this must cost. I know I couldn’t afford it.”

“I don’t mind paying for it,” I told her, “because then I have a very special place to take my very special guests.”

As I said that, I came up behind Eve, standing at the bay window. I slipped my arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

“Mmm, that’s so nice,” she purred.

She turned to face me, put her glass down, and kissed me, using her tongue, pressing her body tightly against mine. When she ended the kiss, she backed away slightly, grinning but looking guilty.

“I, I really have to be more careful,” she said. “I don’t want the girls to see.”

“Why not? Why shouldn’t they?”

“Well, it’s just… I…”

“Is there anything wrong with showing affection to someone you care about? Is that something to hide?” I asked her.

“No, it’s…” she found a chair and sat. “It’s just, I don’t know, I guess I’m kind of confused.”

I sat down on the edge of the huge round bed, facing her. After crossing my legs on the side with the slit in my dress, making sure plenty of thigh would show, I asked her, “Eve, are you willing to trust me?”

She looked at my legs. “Yes, I, I want to.”

“If you are willing to trust me, to follow my lead, to go along for the ride, as you said before, I promise you will not regret it. It might not be easy for you, though, because you have a lot of closed doors, speaking figuratively, that we will have to open, and that may be difficult. You’ve been sheltered, as you told me earlier, for a very long time. Are you willing to try?”

She didn’t answer right away, just sat in her chair, looking at me. I could see that she was thinking about what I’d said.

Finally she took a deep breath, got to her feet, and came to stand in front of me. She touched my face, caressing my cheek.

“I didn’t know it until now,” she began, “but I can see that for quite a while I’ve been, um, waiting for something to happen. Something that would, that would take me to a place I haven’t been before. Do you know what I mean?”

Still sitting on the bed, I smiled up at her. Then I uncrossed my legs and let her sit on my lap, putting my arms around her waist. She had her arm over my shoulder.

“I do know what you mean,” I told her. “And, yes, if you follow my lead, I can promise that we will go to places you haven’t been before. It will be wonderful, amazing, literally breathtaking. But it also might be scary for you at first. That’s why I asked you about trust. You will have to trust me, do as I say, take a chance, go through those doors that have been closed for so long.”

“You make it sound like an adventure,” she smiled. “Is making love with a woman really that big of a deal?”

I didn’t return her smile. I wanted her to think seriously about this.

“It’s not only making love,” I said. “It’s how you feel about it. I’m talking about overcoming all the inhibitions and the shame and the desire to hide from yourself and from others who and what you really are.”

“You mean like not wanting my daughters to find me kissing you?”

“Exactly. And more than that too, much more. It’s a big change, but I think you’re ready for it. I know you can do it. We can do it together, if you’re willing.”

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Naughty Mommy

If you know my work, you’ll know that most of my stories are fairly long by the standards of porn. Sometimes, though, I’ll feel the need to write something without any backstory or character development or much of a plot. Nothing but hot perverted lesbian sex. That’s what I tried to do here. It worked for me, making your Naughty Mommy wet and giving me the happy feeling. I hope it does the same for you.

This one is dedicated to a friend, ‘unfastened belts’, who shares my juicy fetish.

The door slowly opens. It’s our mother.

“Are you girls awake?” we hear.

My sister and I both answer yes. We’ve been waiting for her.

The bedroom is dark, so Mommy switches on a lamp on the dresser. Now we can see her. She’s naked and rubbing herself, one hand on her boobs, another between her legs.

“You want to… do it again?” she asks, breathing hard.

“Yeah.” “Uh-huh.”

“Good… Take off your nighties first, all right?”

We get out of bed, quickly pulling off our nightgowns and then taking off our panties. We know that’s what she wants.

I look at my big sister, Trisha. She’s 11. I just turned 9. We smile at each other, feeling happy. It’s Sunday night, our favorite night of the week, the only time this ever happens. Why only on Sundays, I don’t know, but that’s how it is.

Without being told, we lie down on the floor, on the rug. It’s another new one, only a few weeks old. We have to get new rugs pretty often. My sister and I lie side by side. We hold hands, grinning at each other, giggling.

Mommy stays by the dresser for a minute, rubbing herself, just looking at our naked bodies. She licks her lips. Then she comes and stands over us, above our faces.

We can already smell her. She pulls her pussy lips open, showing us how wet she is, and then she puts two fingers inside, sliding them in and out real fast. After only about a minute, maybe less, she starts dripping. A long, gooey strand comes down and lands on my chest.

She fucks herself harder. More pussy juice comes out. This time she aims it to land on Trisha’s face. It hits her cheek. Trisha laughs. She sticks her tongue out to the side, but can’t quite reach it. We both giggle.

More pussy juice now, falling on my face too, some on my lips. It tastes good! Then more on my chest. Mommy is really dripping.

She moves a little, aiming for Trisha’s chest, for her nipples. Trisha is starting to get boobs. I wish I would but Mommy says it will be another couple years probably.

Mommy likes it when she gets pussy juice on Trisha’s little boobies. When a long, gooey drop lands right on top of one of my sister’s nipples, Mommy says, “Oh, fuck, yeah!” And we watch then how she slaps her pussy and rubs herself really fast with her wet fingers and in a minute she has her first one. Her first orgasm.

The goo that comes out after that is whiter. Mommy scoops it up in her hand and holds her fingers over Trisha’s pussy, letting some of it drip down, right on her slit. She moves over and does the same thing with me, letting her whitish pussy juice drip onto my slit.

Neither me or Trisha has any hair yet, down there I mean. Mommy doesn’t either. Well, she would have some, but she shaves it off so her hair won’t catch any juices. She wants all of it to get on us.

Mommy moves back up, above our faces. She squats down a little now, right over my sister’s mouth. She starts fucking herself with her fingers again and Trish gets a lot of stuff all over her face. It kind of goes everywhere. She laughs and licks her lips, tasting what she can reach. We can’t use our hands, though. That’s the rule.

It’s my turn next. I get a lot on my face too, and then more on my chest. Mommy says she wants to come. She wants to come on me. She rubs herself fast, real fast, then groans and says, “Oh fuck!” and I get a big gooey mess of her pussy juice on my face. I feel lucky because some of it goes right in my mouth and I can taste it and swallow it.

For a minute maybe, Mommy rests. My sister and I look at each other, smiling and licking our lips, still holding hands. Then Mommy is ready for more. We know what comes next.

Trisha spreads her legs. It’s okay now to use her fingers, but only so she can open herself. She pulls back her lips, holding her pussy open as wide as she can. Mommy gets on top of her, kind of crouching over her. She starts fucking herself hard again.

I push myself up on an elbow so I can watch. More juice drips out pretty soon. It gets on Trisha’s hand and on the inside of her legs, but it misses her hole. Mommy fucks herself some more. She moves in closer now, getting down so she can’t miss, where their pussies are almost next to each other. She fucks herself harder and harder until she has another orgasm. Kind of a flood comes out, dripping inside Trisha and running down between her legs.

Trisha is breathing really hard. I know what she wants. She wants to come too. We will later, but she really wants to come right now. Not yet, though, that’s the rule. Mommy says it makes it better if you have to wait. I don’t know, I guess she’s right.

Anyway, now it’s me. I spread my legs and use my fingers to open my little pussy for my mom. I want her juice inside me.

She looks at me first. She smiles at me, tells me how pretty I am, and then she starts playing with herself. “Mommy wants to come on you,” she says. “Mommy wants to come on her little girl.”

She’s on her knees, looking down at me, staring at my pussy while she rubs herself. She gets up close, fucks herself hard, and a big long drip comes out. It just misses, though, hitting right next to my hole. But another one comes after that, an even bigger drip this time. It goes inside me. “Oh, yeah!” I hear Trisha whisper. She’s beside me, helping me sit up so I can watch while I hold my pussy open.

Mommy’s getting ready to come. She moves in super close, only maybe an inch away from me, from my pussy. She’s breathing hard, fucking herself fast. Her face is all red. She keeps looking up into my eyes, and then back down at my hole.

I want her. I want her to do it. I want her to come on me. It doesn’t take long. She fucks herself with her fingers and rubs herself and all of a sudden she almost screams and presses her pussy up against me so there’s no space at all between us. She comes hard. I can feel her coming on me, in me. I feel her pulsing, and I can see her juices flowing, running down my legs.

She never did it that way before. Never right on top of me. I like it, a lot.

After a while, Mommy slowly stands up. She’s sweating, and still rubbing her pussy a little bit. But this part is done. The first part.

Continue on to Part Two

By Naughty Mommy

 

She could feel her daughter’s hot tongue licking her clit, the child’s eager fingers probing deep inside her cunt — and suddenly she exploded into orgasm, cumming on her little girl’s face.

 
“Oh god yes! Fuck!”

I climaxed loudly, my fingers digging into my sex, wet with my desire.

It was late at night and I was at the desk in our den, sitting in front of the computer, enjoying another of the steamy erotic stories I would find online at the Juicy Secrets website.

I sat there a minute longer, panting. My eyes were closed, my hands clenched between my legs, the throbbing heat of my orgasm gradually subsiding.

Then I decided to do what I always would do at that point. By now it was not really much of a conscious decision, more an automatic reaction.

I loved reading dirty stories about women with little girls, especially about moms and daughters. They got me so turned on, so crazy with lust, I could hardly stand it. And over the past few months, this obsession had driven me to what I was about to do next.

I stood up from the desk and stepped out of my wet panties, dropping them on the floor. Usually I kept my underwear on as I sat in the chair and masturbated while reading stories about lesbian incest. I would just reach my hand inside my panties to fondle myself.

But for the next part, I didn’t want anything in the way.

I turned off the computer and went out into the hall, to her bedroom.

Carefully and quietly I opened the door, then stepped inside. I waited, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness, listening for the soft sounds of her breathing, making certain she was asleep.

The first few times, that was where I had stayed, just inside the door. At least I was in the same room with her, and that was enough. I had opened my robe, put my hand inside my panties, and started rubbing my clit until I was close to orgasm.

Then I had left her room and gone back to my own bed where I finished.

Soon, however, that was not enough. I wanted more. I decided to let myself climax in her bedroom, still by the door, still wearing my underwear, with my hand inside bringing me to a shuddering orgasm.

After a few evenings of that, I had to go further. I moved deeper inside her room, nearer to her bed. I wanted to be able to see her pretty face as I pleasured myself.

Then that wasn’t enough. By the end of the third week, I was standing right next to her bed, very close to her, trying to be as quiet as possible when I came. I told myself that if she awoke I could make up an excuse for being there that she would accept.

For a few days, that was enough. Then it wasn’t. I needed more.

I began lowering my panties to my knees while I masturbated, quickly pulling them up after I finished. Two nights later, I started leaving my panties behind, in the den, as I had done tonight.

At that point, a few weeks ago, I was still just standing beside her bed. That was good enough for a while. But then I decided to be bolder. I wanted to be even closer to her, to my darling little girl, as I brought myself to orgasm.

One night I lifted a foot up onto her mattress, spreading my legs wide, holding my pussy open, exposing myself to the sleeping child. When I came that way, it was thunderous. It took all my will to keep from screaming, the pleasure so intense. But somehow I managed. I was able to stay quiet enough that she did not wake.

And that told me it was time to go even further.

A few nights later, I was standing on the bed, one foot on either side of her pillow, my wet cunt above her face. I knew that if my orgasm was an especially wet one, as they often were, and if I dripped onto her face, it easily could awaken her. It was risky, dangerous, reckless. And goddamn it excited me.

I did it that way for nearly a week. It was almost enough. I almost decided not to press my luck any further. Almost.

Then, just two nights ago, I took it to the next level. Instead of standing above her, I was on my knees, my pussy just a few inches from her face, from the girl’s beautiful, adorable, darling little face. My sweet child, my daughter. I was fucking myself right in front of her, so close that if she awoke and wanted to lick me, it would be easy, so easy.

That brought me to the biggest orgasm of my life. And yet somehow I was able to keep still enough and quiet enough that I did not wake her. I’m very fortunate she is such a sound sleeper.

So, tonight, here I am again. In her room, moving to her bed, stealthily climbing onto her mattress, straddling her, spreading my thighs over her face, opening my pussy with my fingers.

I look down at my crotch. Beads of moisture glimmer in my pubic hair. I can smell my arousal, and I wonder if she will be able to smell it in the morning. I want to rub myself on her. I want to take her face in my hands and bring her lips to my cunt. I want to come in her mouth.

But no, I would never do that.

I’m a good mother. I love my daughter, I really do, and I would never do anything to harm our relationship.

What I am doing now is enough. I dip my fingers into my vagina, feeling the hot slippery wetness at my center, and then I slide the lubricated fingers up to my clit, gently massaging it, just… just… right there… just like that… oh god yes… I’m so close…

In a few moments I’ll have another orgasm, a wonderfully powerful, insanely exciting orgasm, almost on top of my little girl’s mouth.

And then I will leave her room. It’s enough. It’s all I need.

For now.
 

If you enjoyed this story, you may want to read the companion piece, In My Room.

By Naughty Mommy

Just then Bambi saw us coming. She leaped up and ran over, grabbing my hand. “Mommy, come and see what we made!!”

Paige and her teenage sister Gwen stood as we approached. They were both grinning, obviously proud of their sand creation.

“Look!” cried Bambi. “It’s a mermaid!”

It certainly was. A curvy mermaid on her back, her head resting on a stone or something. She had large breasts with prominent nipples. The sculpture was quite well done, even including scales on the tail.

“Isn’t it great?” My daughter jumped up and down again, her tiny bikini barely staying on. “Paige made it for me!”

The 11-year-old beauty dusted sand from her fingers. “Not all by myself. You guys helped a lot.”

“Yeah, I did the tits and the nipples,” exclaimed Bambi. That made everyone laugh.

“And I was assigned to make the scales,” Gwen added, holding up the twig she must have used as a tool. “It was a big job, but I think the results are worth it.”

“That’s really great,” enthused Eve. “You girls are sculptors of the highest order.”

“You wanna go play in the water now?” Bambi asked Gwen. Then she looked at Paige. “You come with us, okay?”

“Okay,” both sisters nodded.

The three girls ran together toward the waves and I felt a stirring in my loins as I followed them with my eyes. Such sweet young bodies, utterly irresistible.

I’d let go of Eve’s arm while we were admiring the sand sculpture, but now I moved closer to her again, putting my arm around her waist. The exposed skin beneath her two-piece suit was soft and warm. “So, what kind of porn do you like best?”

She looked at me with raised eyebrows. “My, you do ask direct questions, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do,” I grinned, giving her a squeeze.

We sat down on the sand next to the mermaid, and I took her hand, knitting our fingers.

Eve looked down at our joined hands and then answered me. “Um, well, all kinds, I guess. As I said, I’m mostly just curious to see everything, now that I know how much is there and how easy it is to find.”

“So, there’s nothing in particular that turns you on?”

She laughed and rolled her eyes.

“Okay, since you asked, I’ll tell you. When I first started looking at stuff, it was mostly straight, you know, men with women. Oral sex, both ways, and intercourse. Then, after that, I looked at women together, um, lesbians, or fake lesbians anyway, and then groups of women, sometimes with men. I looked at the hardcore kinds of things, like with dildos and strap-ons, but I didn’t like that very much.”

“You’ve run the gamut,” I joked, “except for bestiality. Any horses or dogs in there?”

That made her laugh again. She squeezed my hand. “No, I haven’t gone there yet, and I doubt I will. But if I ever wanted to see it, I imagine it’s out there somewhere.”

“I’m sure it is,” I agreed, then reminded her, “You were going to tell me about the kind of porn that most excites you.”

“Yeah, it’s… well, after a while I discovered that what really turns me on the most is watching women, um, videos of women where they are… pleasing themselves with their fingers. You know, masturbating.”

“You like watching that?”

She nodded, looking down. I could see that she was embarrassed.

Letting go of her hand, I leaned back on my elbows. That had the effect of putting my ample breasts — and my hard nipples — on display. I was wearing a rather skimpy bikini myself, one that concealed almost nothing.

“It’s perfectly natural,” I told her, “to become excited when you watch a beautiful young woman, like they have in those videos, touching herself and having an orgasm. There’s nothing unusual about being aroused by that. I enjoy it too, quite a bit. But mostly I prefer lesbian porn, especially sex between what looks like very young girls.”

Eve glanced down at me. It was right then, I think, when she began to realize I might be attracted not only to her but also to her daughters. She looked at the ocean again, frowning.

“Very young girls?” she asked.

“Yes, well, teenagers. You know, 14 or 15 years old. I’m pretty sure they’re all actually 18 or older, to be legal. But I like it when they look young.”

“Huh.”

I didn’t want to scare her away, but I also wanted to make sure she understood my intentions. To make a seduction work, I have learned, you need a balance between tension and relaxation. You have to keep them on the edge.

She was quiet for a while. I got the sense that she was pulling away from me. But I wasn’t too concerned about it for the moment.

I had planted the seeds with Eve, flattering her and beginning to create intimacy. I had her where I wanted her at this point. Plus, of course, I had Bambi working on the other front, with her daughters.

And speaking of Bambi, it was only a moment later that she came running up out of the water toward us. “Mommy, come in and play with us too! Come on!”

She grabbed my hand, pulling me up. I allowed her to. I was looking forward to the opportunity to ‘play’ in the ocean with the other two girls, as well as with my own daughter.

“Okay, but only for a few minutes,” I told Bambi. Then I turned to Eve. “You want to come in too?”

“No, you go ahead,” she smiled. I returned her smile and then left her, knowing she had a lot to think about.

We went out to where the swells were about waist deep for Gwen and for me, a little higher for the younger girls. The waves were light that day and the sun was warm.

I picked up my daughter, lifting her and tossing her into the water. She laughed joyfully. I did the same with Paige, loving the feel of her tight little body beneath my hands.

Gwen played with the girls the same way I did, and I noticed that as she lifted them, her hands often strayed to intimate areas, onto their chests or up the inside of their thighs. I was intrigued to see that the girl took as much interest in touching her own sister that way as she did in touching Bambi. So it should be fairly easy, I thought to myself, to engage Gwen in the kinds of activities my daughter and I are looking for. Her mother will take some doing, though.

Bambi was letting her hands roam over Gwen’s body too, as we played. She rode the girl’s back, and as she held on tightly, her fingers sometimes would brush the teen’s erect nipples. Or she would come up behind her, pretending to try to lift the older girl and throw her in the ocean, but as she wrapped her little arms around Gwen’s legs, they would slide up into her crotch. Gwen squealed and laughed.

I set up a game where the two little girls hugged each other, face to face, arms and legs entwined, wet young bodies sliding together, as Gwen and I lifted them both up from below and held them out of the water. It was naughty and erotic, because Bambi turned it into something like a sexual encounter with Paige, pulling the girl close and humping herself against her.

I repeated the game several times, and the more we played it, the more excited Bambi became. Her blue eyes took on a glazed look that I knew quite well. It spelled sexual arousal. At one point, as Gwen and I had our arms joined under the two girls and were beginning to lift them up, my daughter actually kissed the other girl on the lips.

Paige was obviously surprised. She didn’t do anything, just stared at Bambi.

I laughed and said, “That’s right, my sweet baby, show Paige how much you like her.”

As Bambi kissed her one more time, Gwen’s eye caught mine and an understanding passed between us. Yes, my look said to her, you not-so-innocent teenage lesbian, you and I are interested in the very same thing.

After we’d tossed the girls into the waves one more time, I cemented my new connection with Gwen by reaching under the water and gently caressing her firm round bottom. She gave a yelp and I felt her body shiver, but she made no effort to pull away from me.

We played for a few more minutes, then I said I needed to get out of the sun for a while. They stayed in the water, and I began wading back toward Eve.

Before leaving them, however, I’d shared another look with Gwen, winking at her as I inclined my head toward Bambi, as if to say, you are free now, you have my permission, you may do whatever you want with my daughter. The tall slim 16-year-old took a deep breath and smiled, raising her eyebrows.

I nodded to her, then my gaze went down to her hard nipples, standing out so plainly through the thin wet fabric of her clinging suit. I made it clear to Gwen in the way my eyes devoured her body that I wanted her as well.

As I came up onto the sand and approached Eve, who was sitting where I’d left her, I glanced down at my own clinging suit. My nipples were now even more visible, not only their shape but also their color. I had deliberately chosen a white bikini that would reveal everything once it was wet, including my labia. The bottom was not lined.

When Eve looked up, she seemed momentarily startled by my new appearance, my obvious exhibitionism. Then she recovered her composure. “Did you have fun?” she asked with a smile.

“Yes, we had a great time,” I answered, wringing out my blonde hair with my hands. “But I need to get out of the sun now. Why don’t you come over with me and sit under our beach umbrella? It’s big and there’s plenty of room.”

She hesitated a moment before agreeing. “All right. Let me get my stuff.”

I walked with her up to their towels. She gathered everything together, hers and her daughters’. I carried some of it too, and we went over to the prime spot Bambi and I had occupied since early in the morning.

The part of the beach we were using was private, owned by the hotel. Guests who paid a fee, or who, like me, were treated as VIPs based on the cost of their accommodations, could reserve large areas, staked out for themselves. The umbrella came with the space, along with chairs and a cooler.

“Wow, this is nice,” said Eve. “It sure beats fighting for a tiny spot among the crowd.”

“Sit down,” I invited, “make yourself at home. Here, let me give you a drink.”

I retrieved the thermos from the cooler, along with a clean cold glass, put some ice in the glass, and poured her a tall serving of Long Island iced tea garnished with a slice of lemon.

“Oh, thank you, that looks wonderful.” She took a large gulp, then shook her head to clear it. “Hey, that’s got a kick to it.”

“Yes,” I chuckled, “just enough to make all your worries go away.”

Eve settled back into her chair, enjoying the cooling shade of the umbrella and the cold drink. After a minute, she said, “I’m sorry about, before… if I seemed sort of… judgmental or something. I shouldn’t be that way.”

“It’s all right.”

She turned and smiled at me. “You seem like a woman who has seen a lot of life, Angela, and who really knows who she is and what she wants. I admire that, I really do. I guess I’ve been sort of sheltered in a way, so busy with my job and my kids and everything. I’m not as worldly as you are, and things will sometimes take me by surprise.”

Then she raised her glass. “But now I’m along for the ride. No more judging, let’s just have fun and be friends.”

“I’ll drink to that. Cheers.”

We clinked glasses and drank. Then I moved my chair closer to hers, where the arms were almost touching. We sat quietly, feeling the soft breeze from the water, smelling the ocean air. Eve laid her head back and closed her eyes.

I looked at her body more closely. Her legs were slim and smooth, her toenails painted. Her waist was not really the waist of a teenager’s, and neither was mine, but her stomach was firm. Her arms, nicely tanned, were almost completely hairless. Her breasts did not appear to sag much at all. There were a few lines around her eyes and around the corners of her mouth. She was beginning to look her age, but just barely.

She opened her eyes and saw me studying her. We held each other’s gaze for a moment. Then I leaned toward her, took her chin in my hand, and kissed her lips, tenderly.

Eve did not resist, but the kiss she returned was only tentative. I sat back, smiling at her. I saw a light tremor pass through her.

“Well,” she finally said, “I haven’t been kissed like that for a very long time.”

I rested my head against the back of my chair, closed my eyes, and said, “Maybe too long.”

We sat together, companionably in silence, for another half hour or so. Then I roused myself and looked in my bag to check my watch.

“It’s almost 5:30,” I said. “If we’re going to dinner, we should round up the girls.”

“Okay,” she yawned, stretching and sitting up. “Thanks for sharing this space with me. It’s so nice I almost dozed off.”

“I know,” I chuckled, “it’s very relaxing, with the breeze and everything. Of course, the ‘tea’ helps too.”

Eve grinned, looking at her tall empty glass. “Yes, it does.”

When we located the kids, they were working on another sand sculpture. I couldn’t tell from a distance, but I thought it might have been a large castle, only partially completed.

“Hey, girls,” called Eve, as we approached, “what are you making now?”

“It’s a dragon!” answered Bambi. “A big dragon!”

“Well, it’s going to be, anyway,” said Paige, “but it’s really hard getting all the parts to stay in place. The sand is too soft.”

Gwen stood up, tossing away her twig. “I’m getting tired of making scales.”

“I’m sorry to spoil your fun,” Eve said, “but Angela has offered to take us all to dinner tonight at a nice seafood restaurant. Is anyone hungry?”

“I am!” Bambi sprang to her feet, the dragon forgotten.

“Me too,” said Gwen. “Seafood sounds great.”

Paige got up slowly, sighing.

“What’s the matter, baby?” asked her mother.

The girl was looking ruefully at the lumpy shape that was supposed to be a mythical monster.

“I don’t like leaving it when it’s not done.” She looked up at Eve. “It won’t still be here tomorrow, will it?”

Her mother put an arm around her. “Probably not. Either the waves will take it away or some other kids will come along and mess it up. But it’s all right, you can make something else tomorrow.”

Bambi took Paige’s hand. “I’ll help you too, okay?”

The girl nodded, with only a hint of a smile. She was a moody one, I thought. The typical sensitive artist.

We went to get our things, then walked into the hotel together. We agreed to meet again in the lobby at 6:30 after showering and getting dressed. Bambi and I didn’t have a car (we’d used a limo to get from the airport to the hotel), so we would take Eve’s car to the restaurant. I stopped at the concierge desk and asked them to make our reservation for dinner.

Back in our rooms, my daughter and I stripped off our suits and got in the shower together. We washed each other’s bodies, then dried off. I looked at the crystal clock on the bathroom vanity, then said to Bambi, “Honey, we have time, if you’re quick, for you to lick me before we put our clothes on, okay?”

She nodded happily.

“I really need it. Looking at you and Paige and Gwen all afternoon in your little suits has me all heated up.”

“Okay, Mommy.” Bambi took my hand and led me into the master bedroom. There were two other large bedrooms in our luxury suite, but she and I nearly always slept in the same bed.

I lay back on the cool sheets and my daughter crouched between my legs, spreading my thighs apart. I closed my eyes as she began expertly kissing and licking my pussy, the way I’d taught her when she was only 7 years old. I held my breasts in my hands and pinched my nipples as I felt her slide two little fingers into my wet vagina.

Within a few minutes I was coming. After my first climax, Bambi stayed between my legs and fastened her mouth over my cunt, shoving her tongue deep inside me. My daughter fucked me with her tongue and soon made me come again, this time even harder.

It felt so wonderful to be there with my little girl like that. I could lie in bed with her and make love all day and all night, as we sometimes did. But tonight we had other work to do.

So, I patted her head and kissed her mouth, tasting myself on her lips, and then we got dressed.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Naughty Mommy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you live around here, Gwen?”

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

I smiled. Bambi might have hit the winning number.

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

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

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

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

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

“Um, she’s 11. Her name is Paige.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bambi nodded eagerly at me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you staying in the Playa del Mar?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What kind of work do you do?”

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

“Sounds nice.”

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

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

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

“And what sort of work do you do?”

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

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

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

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

“Look at that!” I exclaimed.

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

Paige smiled, pleased at the attention.

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

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

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

“Hello.”

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

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

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

She grinned. “Thank you.”

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

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

“Good,” smiled the woman.

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

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

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

“Sure, what do you want to make?”

“Um, how about a mermaid?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So your girls were both born there?”

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

“How long have you been divorced?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eve chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, let’s.”

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

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

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

“Do you travel a lot?”

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

She smiled and held my hand a little tighter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I ask you a personal question?”

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

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

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

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

“Go on.”

“Can I confess something to you?”

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

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

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

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

“Masturbating.”

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re probably right.”

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Naughty Mommy

The next morning was kind of weird.

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

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

“Good morning,” smiled Dana.

“Good morning,” I replied.

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

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

“Are you hungry?” Dana asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They were really pretty,” said the child.

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

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

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

“We do?” Kate asked, her eyes wide.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, please,” Chelsea answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And there was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

It was Mother’s Day!

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

“Mmff… what…?” she groaned.

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

“What time is it?”

“It’s 7:15, like we planned.”

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was.

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

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

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

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

And you can just imagine what they saw!!!

Continue on to Chapter 85

By Naughty Mommy

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

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

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

“Tonight.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“All right, good,” I laughed.

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

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

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

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

“No, what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello?”

“Mommy? Hi, are you guys having fun?”

“Hey, honey. Yes, we are. What’s up?”

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

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

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

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

“Okay. Thanks, Mom. I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetie. Goodnight.”

“G’night, Mommy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, sweetie,” I grinned.

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

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

Chelsea shook her head. “No…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then I had another idea, a very naughty one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I slept very happily.

Continue on to Chapter 84

By Naughty Mommy

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

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

I sat up, looking at the scene.

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

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

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

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

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

Her eyes immediately went to our mother’s crotch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was divine, the ultimate.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

“G’morning,” she grinned.

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

“Yeah, I did,” she nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, man,” sighed Kate.

“Yeah,” I agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

My sister and I sat up, nodding happily.

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

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

“Pancake Palace?” Kate immediately asked.

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

We all laughed and clapped and cheered.

Continue on to Chapter 83

By Naughty Mommy

My sister Molly was sucking my mother’s nipples. I was masturbating as I watched them. But I wanted more.

I slid down between Mommy’s legs. She was naked. I spread her thighs apart, looking at her wet pussy. My mouth watered. I moved in close, studying her, inhaling deeply of her sweet erotic fragrance. Then I kissed her pussy lips. I kissed her and let my tongue slither out of my mouth, tasting her and probing around as I pressed my mouth over my mother’s sex. I sucked on her clit, feeling her respond, her lovely body shivering with passion. I moved down a little, finding the opening to her vagina, shoving my tongue inside her as deep as it would go. I fucked my mom’s cunt with my tongue.

I felt a warm hand on my back. It was Kate. She joined me between our mother’s legs. I lifted my mouth and smiled at Katie. We kissed. She licked my lips, tasting Mommy’s juices. Then she put her mouth over Mommy’s clit and began sucking. I pulled away. I would let Kate continue eating our mother. I was sure that soon she would make her come in her mouth. As I started to move back up on the bed, I noticed that Kate also had a hand between her own legs, masturbating as she licked Mommy’s cunt.

My mom’s head was propped up on a pillow. I caught her eye. She smiled at me. “I love you, Mommy,” I said to her as I took her other nipple into my mouth and began sucking on it.

“Oh, I love you too, darling,” she sighed, petting my hair. Her other hand was between Molly’s legs, gently stroking her little pussy.

After only a minute or so, I took my mouth away from the stiff nipple. There was something I wanted to ask.

“Molly?”

She glanced over at me, grinning and wiping her chin. “Yeah?”

“When you were in your bedroom earlier tonight with Chelsea, were you guys doing anything other than playing with dolls?”

“Kind of,” she giggled.

“Like what? I mean, were you kissing, maybe?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, her eyes shining.

“Mmm, that’s nice…” Mommy sighed. I’m not sure if she meant it was nice the way Kate was licking her clit, or if it was nice that Molly and Chelsea had been kissing earlier. Maybe both.

“Did you touch each other too? I mean, your private parts?” I asked my sister.

“She touched my nipples.”

“Wow, that’s hot. And was there anything else? Did she maybe kiss your pussy? Or did you kiss hers?”

“Not yet. She said she wanted to, but then her mom told her they had to go home.”

“Oh, that’s too bad.”

We were both gently fondling Mommy’s wet nipples with our fingers as we talked. I went on, “Would you like to do that with her another time? Kiss Chelsea’s pussy? And have her kiss yours?”

“Yeah, I would,” Molly nodded.

I took a deep breath. I was ready for the next step. “Honey, can you see what Kate is doing now with Mommy?”

The little blonde looked down between our mother’s legs. Kate’s eyes were closed. She was licking Mommy’s clit and it appeared that she also had at least one finger up inside her cunt.

“Can you see what she is doing?” I repeated.

“Yeah,” Molly nodded quietly.

“Kate is kissing her pussy,” I told her. “Kissing and licking it. It feels really really nice when a girl does that for you. Even better than when they touch you with their fingers.”

I turned to look at my mother. Her eyes were hooded, her cheeks flushed, her face shiny with sweat. She seemed to be getting close to an orgasm.

“Mommy,” I said, “tell Molly how it feels. Tell her what it feels like to have Katie kissing you and licking you that way.”

“Ah,” our mother panted, “okay…” She licked her lips. She smiled at Molly, her fingers continuing to move between her youngest daughter’s legs, moving faster now.

“It, uh, it feels warm, and nice, and, uh… and very exciting. It’s… it’s even better when it’s your own little girl doing it.” She groaned deeply, a shudder rippling through her body.

“Molly?” I said.

“Yeah?”

“I’m going to ask Mommy to kiss and lick my pussy now, okay?”

“Okay.”

I started getting onto my hands and knees, and then I glanced down at Kate. She was still sucking our mother’s clit, but her eyes were open. She was watching and listening to our conversation.

“Do you want to watch Mommy lick me that way?” I asked Molly. “The way Kate is licking her?”

Molly swallowed. Her eyes were wide. But she nodded, whispering, “Uh-huh.”

I was rubbing myself, stroking my clit as I moved closer to my mother. “And then after Mommy licks me, would you like to have her lick you too?”

“Yeah, I would,” Molly said.

“Oh, fuck!” cried our mother. “Yes!!”

She was coming.

Then I heard a muffled squeal from Kate. Looking down, I saw that she was coming too, bringing herself while somehow managing to keep her mouth fastened over Mommy’s clit and also still fucking her with her finger.

I waited, watching both my mother and my sister Kate enjoy their powerful orgasms.

Molly watched for a moment as well, but then she put her mouth over Mommy’s nipple and began sucking again. Her eyes were open, though, wide open. And as my mother’s climax ended, my baby sister saw me straddle her face.

I took Mommy’s head in my hands. She blinked, still gasping and shuddering from the residual spasms of her orgasm. When I had her full attention, I said, “Molly wants you to lick me, Mommy. She wants to watch you lick my pussy. And when you’re done with me, she wants you to lick her.”

“Molly…” she uttered.

“Tonight we’re finally going to do it,” I told her. “Tonight you’re going to lick Molly’s little pussy and make her come in your mouth.”

“Yes,” she nodded, smiling up at me. “Finally.”

Then she pulled me in, grabbing my bottom, bringing my smooth shaved cunt to her mouth. She began kissing me and licking me, her lips warm and moist, her tongue wet and hot. I’d already been masturbating and I was very close. And now the feel of my mother’s mouth on my pussy — combined with the knowledge that my 8-year-old little sister was right behind me, watching intently — well, that was enough to put me over the top.

Within seconds I was coming. I was surprised how fast it happened.

“God!” I screamed. My thighs clamped together around my mom’s head. I had one hand on the bedroom wall, supporting myself, the other hand gripping my mother’s blonde hair, pulling her in even tighter against me. She sucked my clit, and then I felt a finger going inside me, shoving up inside my vagina even as I continued to climax. Someone was fucking me.

As fast as my orgasm began, it ended almost as quickly. It was strong and sharp, lightning fast and hot. Two or three huge spasms, and then I was left trembling in the aftermath.

But that finger kept moving inside me. A small finger, not as long as my mom’s. Could it be Kate? Or was it…?

I managed to open my eyes and glance behind me. It was Molly! My baby sister Molly was fucking my cunt with her finger!!

“Fuck me, Molly! Fuck me!” I encouraged.

As I said that, my mother resumed licking my pussy. I looked down at her. Her eyes were closed. She was moaning in pleasure as her pink tongue lapped at my erect clit. What a sight that was! Can you just imagine how totally hot it is to see your own mom licking your clit? While at the same time your little sister is fucking you with her finger? It was insanely sexy.

Another delirious climax followed within a minute or so. This one was not as jolting, but it was very wet and it lasted longer too. That little finger kept pumping inside me, my mother’s hot tongue was on my clit, and it seemed like I would never stop coming.

At last, though, I’d had all I could take. I fell off to the side, lying on the bed next to Mommy. I put both hands over my vulva, trying to soothe my overheated sex.

My mom turned toward me, bringing her mouth to mine, kissing me. I tasted myself on her lips. Then Molly was there too. She was kissing me, and Mommy and Molly were kissing each other. I suddenly realized that Molly was now tasting my juices on our mother’s lips.

Kate came up from between Mommy’s legs and joined us. Her face was wet and slippery with our mom’s pussy juice. She kissed me and she kissed Mommy and she kissed Molly. We all kissed each other, spreading our juices and our love and our lust all around.

God, it was so amazing, so sexy and delicious, everything I had ever wanted.

Well, almost everything.

After a nice long round of hugs and kisses, I grinned at them.

“Okay, Molly,” I said, “it’s your turn now. It’s time for you to sit on Mommy’s face and let her lick your pussy.”

“Wow, really?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “If you want to, I mean. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Molly turned and looked into Mommy’s eyes.

Our mother smiled at her. “Whatever you want, precious. Whatever will make you the most happy little girl.” She nuzzled her nose and kissed her lips.

“You should do it,” Kate said. “It feels amazing.”

Our little sister giggled. “You guys sure seem to like it.”

“Yeah, we do,” I agreed. “Both ways. I mean, it feels really good to lick someone, and it feels even better to have someone lick you.”

Molly paused for a moment, and then nodded, “Okay.”

“Okay, what?” our mother asked.

“Um, okay, I want you to lick me now.”

The way she said that made us all laugh, Molly included. We released some of our pent-up sexual tension brought on by the incredible realization of what was happening — a mother in bed with her young children, getting ready to lick a little girl’s pussy while her other daughters watched.

It was hard to believe it was real, but it was. No longer just a fantasy, my blonde baby sister was actually climbing up on top of my mom’s face. Kate and I moved in very close, wanting to see everything.

Before she began, Mommy gazed at Molly’s pussy for a moment, at her puffy white labia, completely smooth and hairless, and then looked up into her eyes.

“Honey,” she whispered, “I’m doing this because I love you so much. And because I want to make you feel good.”

“I know, Mommy,” my little sister nodded, smiling.

And then our mother returned her gaze to Molly’s sex. She slowly raised her head, bringing her lips to meet Molly’s labia. She kissed her, kissed her very tenderly… twice, three times… but on the fourth kiss, she gripped Molly’s bottom and pulled her close, her lips now pressing hard against the child’s pussy.

Mommy nuzzled her, moaning softly as she slid her lips around on Molly’s labia, her mouth coming open now, her tongue slipping out to lick her, to slide between Molly’s pussy lips, to probe inside.

Molly groaned heavily as she felt Mommy’s tongue on her clit. I looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed with excitement. It was so erotic! I began rubbing my own pussy as I watched.

Would she actually come? God, I hoped she would! I didn’t think Molly had ever had an orgasm before. She’d recently told me and Kate that she had never masturbated, so I was pretty sure this would be her first climax. I knew that it was certainly possible for girls her age, or even younger, to have orgasms. I’d brought both a 6-year-old and a 7-year-old girl to climax in my mouth during the orgy in Vermont, and there seemed to be no reason Molly couldn’t get there too, as our mother licked her clit.

“Oh, yeah… oh, yeah… oh, yeah…”

That was Katie’s voice. She was on her back, her head on the pillow right next to Mommy’s, looking up and watching as our mom licked our baby sister’s pussy. Kate was fucking herself with her finger and it looked like she was getting very close.

“Mommy, Mommy, oh my god,” Molly whispered. She was trembling all over. I could tell that she was right on the edge, her first climax only moments away. I rubbed my pussy faster. I wanted to come with her, at the exact same time if I could.

Mommy had her eyes open. She was studying Molly’s face, gauging her reactions to the way she was licking her. Apparently she wanted to see what would give her the most pleasure, the most intense response. Her fingers held Molly’s labia apart. Her tongue eagerly lapped from my sister’s immature vagina up to her stiff little clit.

As I watched, Mommy slid her tongue inside the opening to Molly’s vagina. That made Molly yelp with arousal. Then my mother fastened her mouth over the child’s clit, sucking on it. And that’s when Molly came.

“Eahh!” she squealed, her eyes shut tight, her face bright red. Mommy kept sucking her little clit, extending the orgasm. I heard Kate reach her climax. Then I did too.

 

It took us a while to recover.

My orgasm lasted a really long time. My eyes were closed, my hand squeezed between my thighs. As the final spasms faded away, I blinked, opening my eyes. I could see that Molly was lying on top of Mommy, her head between her breasts. She was still breathing heavily, resting with her eyes closed as my mom gently petted her hair.

Kate’s cute face appeared on the other side of our mother. “Man, that was awesome,” she grinned. “We shoulda done that a long time ago.”

Mommy chuckled, “You think so?”

“Yeah, for sure,” Kate enthused. “I wasn’t, I mean, I didn’t really know if we should, but it was like, it was like, just awesome.”

Leaning over to kiss her, Mommy said, “I’m glad you liked it.”

I sat up. “Kate, you wanna have Molly lick you now?”

“What?”

“I can show her how,” I nodded. “I know she’s never done it, but I can show her how.”

I was really taking charge that night. I don’t know how or why it turned out that way, but it did.

Molly raised her head from our mother’s chest. She was staring at me. For a moment, I thought that Mommy might say something, perhaps try to slow me down a little. She didn’t, though, and I was glad.

“Do you want to do that, Molly? Lick Katie, the way Mommy licked you?”

Molly glanced at our mother, who just smiled and winked.

“I can show you how,” I urged. “It’s fun, you’ll like it.”

Without waiting for a reply, I clambered over to the other side of the bed. I pushed Kate’s slender thighs apart. “C’mere, Molly, let me show you.”

My baby sister joined me between Kate’s legs. We lay down side by side. Her little body was warm next to mine.

Using my fingers, I carefully opened Kate’s pussy. “Right there,” I said, pointing, “that’s her vagina. You can put your tongue inside, or your finger. Either way, it’ll feel great for her.”

“Okay,” Molly nodded.

“And up here, um, you sort of have to pull the skin back to see it… but… right there, that’s her clit. See?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And you can suck her clit just like you suck her nipple. Or you can lick it or kiss it. But if you suck it, that’ll drive her crazy. Especially if you have your finger inside her vagina at the same time.”

“Oh my god…” Kate sighed. I don’t think she’d expected anything quite like this to happen, being involved in cunnilingus lessons for an 8-year-old girl.

“You want to try it now?” I asked Molly. “Go ahead.”

She swallowed, nervously licking her lips. Then she murmured, “Okay.”

“Start by just kissing her. Kiss her clit, okay?”

“All right.”

Closing her eyes, she brought her full pink lips to meet Kate’s little clitty. She kissed it once, then drew back quickly, looking at me and at our mom, giggling and grinning at us.

“You’re doing fine, honey,” Mommy smiled. I noticed then that she was starting to masturbate as she watched the lesson I was giving.

“Try it again,” I said. “Kiss her some more. But this time kiss her, you know, with your tongue, like the way you said you kissed Riley.”

“Okay,” Molly nodded.

She put her mouth over Kate’s clit. Kate helped by pulling her labia back, exposing the fleshy little bud. Molly kissed her clit, slowly moving her tongue and lips around, obviously a natural at giving oral pleasure to another girl.

“Oh, fuck,” Kate groaned.

“That’s perfect,” I said, “just right.” I began rubbing my pussy.

Without even being instructed, Molly slid a finger, the middle finger of her right hand into Kate’s vagina while she continued sucking her clit.

“God, fuck, yes!” Katie moaned.

“Don’t stop,” I told my baby sister. “Keep doing what you’re doing. Move your finger inside her and suck on her clit and pretty soon she’ll have an orgasm.”

Molly nodded, her lips and tongue busily working, her finger moving faster in and out of Kate’s vagina.

“Yes, yes, lick her pussy!” Mommy urged. She was fucking herself with two fingers now as she watched her youngest daughter eating another girl for the first time.

I was rubbing myself too, although I wasn’t really close. I wanted to focus if I could on helping Molly, making sure she felt comfortable with what she was doing. But she seemed very much at ease with it. Her eyes were closed and she made soft little moaning sounds as she sucked and licked Kate’s clit.

It didn’t take long. Kate was panting and groaning, her body trembling all over. Then suddenly she went rigid. “Oh god, oh god, I’m gonna come!” she cried.

“Oh fuck!!” I heard Mommy say as she pressed her fingers deep inside her cunt, bringing herself.

I didn’t climax with them, but I was very happy that I was able to watch it all. To see my 10-year-old sister have an orgasm as my even younger sister licked her pussy, and to know that our mother was right there watching us and masturbating — what an amazing night that was!

I may not have had an orgasm right then, but I was nearly overcome with lust. As soon as Molly lifted her face from Katie’s crotch, grinning broadly, clearly very proud of what she had done, I grabbed her and pulled her against me, kissing her, shoving my tongue into her mouth, tasting Kate’s cunt juice. Molly put her arms around me and we kissed like lovers, lesbian lovers, even though we were sisters, 8 and 12 years old.

We kissed for at least a minute or so, and then I took her face in my hands, looking into her eyes. “I want to lick you now,” I panted, almost breathless, “and I want you to lick me at the same time, okay?”

“Okay,” she nodded, smiling happily.

I kissed her once more and then turned onto my back, lying crosswise on the bed. I positioned Molly on top of me, her face at my crotch, her pussy just above me. Without saying another word, I began kissing her and licking her, and she did the same for me. Next to us, I soon realized, Mommy and Kate were following our example, with Kate on the bottom and Mommy on top in a ‘69’.

We licked and sucked each other, and before long I started to hear the sounds of orgasms. Mommy came first, then Kate. I was already getting close too.

But I really, really wanted Molly to come, wanted to give my little sister her second orgasm. So I did what Mommy had done, pressed my tongue inside the opening of Molly’s sweet pink vagina, pushing it in as far as it would go, wriggling it around, feeling her squirm in response. I fucked her with my tongue, and then I followed that by sucking on her clit.

Suddenly I felt her finger going inside me, two fingers, no, it was three fingers!! Omigod, I had never had three fingers inside me before. She was just a little girl, of course, with small fingers, but she filled my pussy up, making me want to scream with pleasure.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her warm body tightly against mine, sucking her clit. She was sucking my clit too, and I couldn’t stand it any more, I couldn’t hold back, I couldn’t wait any longer, I had to come.

And just then I felt my sister shuddering all over, her body tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing, and I heard a squeal of climactic pleasure from between my legs. Molly was coming, and I came with her. We came together.

Continue on to Chapter 82