Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

In this chapter, I’m going to do the same thing, continue telling the story of that wonderful night using my mom’s words and my sister’s too, in addition to my own.

You will remember that I was on top of my sister Kate, in a ‘69’ position. She licked me and Mommy fucked me with her finger, and I had a very loud orgasm. That’s where we were.

Okay, here we go…

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SUZANNE:

Now I was masturbating again. After Julie finished climaxing, I stood up, removing my finger from her pussy and putting it in my mouth, tasting her. Immediately I saw her bury her face in her sister’s crotch, licking and sucking her — and Katie responded eagerly to her, crying out, throwing her legs open, begging Julie to make her come.

I wanted to come too. I rubbed my clit and slid a finger up inside my cunt, excitedly masturbating as I stood naked in our family room and watched my pre-teen daughters having lesbian sex.

KATE:

It took a little while for me to cum. Julie was licking me really nicely and it felt so great, so awesome, and I wanted it to happen it right away. But I was kind of nervous too, since this was only my first time. I tried to close my eyes and not think too much about it, just feel everything.

Then I heard Mommy saying stuff like, “Lick her pussy! Lick your sister’s pussy!”

I opened my eyes and looked at her. She had stood up and was watching Julie lick me. She was masturbating too, rubbing her own pussy and talking to herself the way she does when she gets really excited. I had thought that maybe closing my eyes would help me relax and cum faster, but what really did it for me was seeing my mom that way, so totally turned on, fucking her cunt with her fingers while she looked at me and Julie having sex.

JULIE:

It didn’t seem to me that it took Katie very long. But I don’t know, I was just so into it, shoving my mouth and my tongue and my face into her little pussy, licking her everywhere, sucking her, tasting her, putting my finger inside her too. I was going crazy on her. Sometimes I could take things slower when I wanted to, but right then I was rabid with lust. I couldn’t slow down. I had to suck her and lick her and fuck her and make her come!

SUZANNE:

Seeing Julie lose herself that way was tremendously exciting. Often she could be very controlled, composed, self-contained — but in that moment it seemed she had fully abandoned herself to her desires, and it was intensely arousing for me to watch her attack her sister’s pussy with her mouth and fingers.

JULIE:

When Katie came, I was so happy! It was something I had wanted for the longest time. We had masturbated together on many occasions, of course, and I had watched her climax, and I’d even brought her with my hand a couple of times.

But now to have my face right there between her legs, to be sucking her clit, seeing my finger pumping in and out of her vagina, and to feel her shuddering beneath me, hearing her squeal, knowing that she was having an orgasm and that I had given it to her, that I had licked my little sister’s cunt and sucked her clit and made her come, that was just the greatest.

KATE:

Man, it was so hot having Julie lick me and watching my mom masturbate at the same time. When I heard all the stuff Mommy was saying and I saw how turned on she was and I knew she was really excited because she got to see her own daughters having sex in front of her, then I let go. Maybe it’s also because I still thought what we were doing was bad in a way, that it was wrong or something, and that made it seem even hotter to me. Anyway, I had this totally awesome cum in Julie’s mouth. We’ve done it a whole lot of times since then, but I’ll always remember our first time. I love my sister so much.

SUZANNE:

Both of my girls had climaxed and now I was too. As I watched Kate reach orgasm with Julie feverishly licking her, I brought myself as well. I can’t remember what I said, or if I said anything, but Kate seems to think I did and she’s probably right. When I get that way, so wildly excited, sometimes all those dirty words just come pouring out of my mouth. I can’t help it!

JULIE:

Mommy didn’t let us rest at all. As soon as Kate finished coming in my mouth, and after she’d had her own orgasm too, masturbating while she watched us, she quickly got my sister and me to sit up on the sofa, right beside each other, and then she sort of climbed up on us, facing us, holding her tits in front of our faces, demanding that we suck her nipples. We did, each of us taking an erect nipple into our mouths, happily sucking on them. We loved doing that for her. We still do!

SUZANNE:

Unless you are a mother and a lesbian and you’ve had sex with your own daughters, you can’t imagine how wonderful it was for me that evening. To have my own two girls, both naked, both excited, both eager and willing to do whatever I wanted, well, that was the ultimate. Or maybe I should say almost the ultimate, because of course I still wanted to bring little Molly into our circle too. That would happen soon enough.

JULIE:

It’s funny the way Mommy keeps mentioning Molly when she’s writing about that night with me and Kate. I guess she must have been thinking about her a lot. I had the hots for Molly too, as you know, but I was so involved in being with Kate and my mother right then that I wasn’t really thinking about anything else.

KATE:

Mommy loves having sex. I think she mostly loves having sex with us, with her daughters. Sometimes she has other girls or women in her bed, but mostly she seems to like it best when it’s me or Julie or Molly with her. Or all three of us together, even better!

Anyway, that night it was like she couldn’t get enough sex. She watched me cum and I’m pretty sure she came too, rubbing herself, but then right away she wanted more. She had me and Julie sit up on the sofa and got on top of us, shoving her nipples into our mouths. We started sucking on her tits and she started masturbating again. She kept talking dirty the whole time, too, the way she does. It was hot.

JULIE:

I was masturbating as I sucked my mother’s nipple, and she was masturbating and talking dirty to us, but then she put her hands between our legs. She wanted to fuck us with her fingers while we sucked her tits.

SUZANNE:

I know I said this before, but can you imagine how good that felt? How spectacular it was for me? To have my fingers inside these two little pussies at the same time, a pair of very hot, very tight, very juicy vaginas — and to know they were my own daughter’s little pussies I was fucking! While the little girls were sucking my nipples for me! Oh, I was out of this world with lust and excitement.

JULIE:

Mommy started fucking us both, saying things like, “Fucking hot little pussies! Hot little girl pussies!!”

I put my hand between her legs then, touching her wet lips, rubbing her, pushing my fingers in between her swollen labia, reaching for her clit. Apparently Kate had the same idea, because I felt her fingers there too. She slid her hand further down and found our mother’s vagina, shoving her fingers inside, fucking her.

“God-fucking-damn!” Mommy cried, leaning her body fully against us, pressing her breasts into our faces, fucking our pussies with her fingers — and soon she was climaxing as I rubbed her clit and my sister fucked her cunt and we both sucked her nipples.

She came, but neither Kate nor I did, not right then. I think we were both in awe of our mother’s overheated excitement.

SUZANNE:

I came with them touching me, someone’s fingers inside me, someone else rubbing my clit, both their mouths on my breasts, sucking my hard nipples. I came so strongly and so wetly — I could actually feel my juices running down my legs — and then I wanted to lick their pussies. My two beautiful girls, my own sweet little daughters. I had to have them, had to taste them!

KATE:

She is so hot. I wish I could write about it the way Julie can, but I’m not as good with words as she is. It’s just that my mom is so incredible. I can’t even say how amazing it was to see her that night. Her awesome body, her nice tits, her skin, she’s all sweaty now and her nipples are wet from us sucking them. She’s got this wild look in her eyes, and her makeup is smeared, and she looks like, I don’t know, like a sex goddess or something.

JULIE:

I think Katie did a perfect job of describing how Mommy appeared that night. She was (and is) a sex goddess.

KATE:

Right after as she finished cumming with me fucking her and Julie rubbing her and both of us sucking her tits, Mommy got down on the floor in front of us, pushing our legs apart, lifting my leg over Julie’s, and she’s just looking at us, looking at our pussies, licking her lips like she’s so hungry, maybe like she hasn’t eaten in over a week and she sees the tastiest food ever in front of her, that was how she looked to me.

SUZANNE:

Julie let me read what Kate wrote about the way I looked to her that night. It makes me laugh, thinking how insane I must have been acting. But I’m happy that my girls think I’m attractive and sexy. I certainly think they both are!

KATE:

Mommy put her fingers inside both of us again, at the same time. She loves doing that, loves to see her fingers sliding inside our vaginas.

She still does that a lot. Sometimes she’ll ask Molly and me and Julie to lay on her bed side by side and then she fucks us with her fingers and licks us and tries to make us all three cum at the same time. I bet she wishes she had three hands then instead of two!

Anyway, that night she was fucking us, still saying, “Fuck your little pussies, hot little fucking pussies,” and stuff like that. And then she started licking us. She licked Julie first and then me. For a while she went back and forth between us, but then she just did me.

She pushed my legs apart as far as she could and she put her mouth over my cunny and started sucking on me and then I felt her tongue go inside me. Oh my god that was so awesome. My mom really knows how to do that, how to make me feel so good by licking me, especially when she puts her mouth all the way over my pussy and shoves her tongue inside. I don’t know, it’s like she’s really eating me up and it always makes me cum so hard.

JULIE:

When my mother concentrated just on Kate, really licking her pussy for the first time ever, I got down on the floor next to her so I could watch. I was rubbing myself too, rubbing my clit, and it was unbelievably exciting to see her licking and sucking my sister that way, with Katie holding Mommy’s head in her hands, pulling her face into her cunt. God, it was so awesome. I started climaxing even before Kate did.

KATE:

An orgasm in my mom’s mouth, my first one with her, oral I mean. How many girls have ever got to have that? I guess I’m lucky, me and my sisters really really are.

I can’t remember everything that happened because I was out of it in a way with my huge cum and everything, but I know I was holding Mommy’s head in my hands, pulling her into me, and I know I felt her tongue inside me, and then it all sort of goes red and black and flashing colors for a while — and when I was done, I was kind of like gasping for air, on my back now on the sofa, and I could feel sweat all over my body and Julie was kissing my mouth and my mom was still between my legs licking me even more and sucking my clit and fucking me with her finger and then I was cumming again and again and again. How many times? I have no clue.

JULIE:

I brought myself to climax, masturbating as I watched my mom licking my sister.

But Mommy wasn’t done. One orgasm wasn’t enough. Katie sort of fell back on the sofa, collapsing, and then my mother got up there with her, kneeling between Kate’s legs, sucking on her clit, pushing a finger inside her again. She wanted to make her come at least one more time.

I moved over so I could touch my sister’s breasts and kiss her mouth. I’m not sure she even noticed, because she was so totally gone from the way Mommy was eating her pussy. But I kissed her anyway until she climaxed again.

She started squealing and I pulled my lips away from hers, just enjoying the look on her face. It was so amazing. Have you ever watched a young girl, a 10-year-old or younger, have an orgasm. It’s the best!

SUZANNE:

Oh, what a delight, so sweet and perfect — to have my tongue deep inside my daughter’s little pussy, to taste her and lick her and suck on her clit and make her come in my mouth. I was ecstatic!

And then I wanted more of course.

After I had licked her and swallowed all her tasty juices and then held her legs wide apart for a moment and just gazed at her, looking down at that beautiful wet pink pussy, taking in the sight, knowing this girl was mine, my own daughter, and I could have sex with her any time I wanted, as much as I wanted, that she loved it, needed it, and that she needed me too — that made me throb with an even greater desire for her. I wanted to come on my little girl’s face.

KATE:

I came so many times in Mommy’s mouth. God, it was totally awesome! Like I said, I was just a kid then and didn’t really know that much about sex, about what it’s like to make love, and this was way better than I ever thought it could be.

After that, after she stopped licking me, she just looked at me for a minute, at my pussy, and then she got up on top of me. She wanted me to lick her!

JULIE:

Mommy crawled forward on the sofa, bringing herself to Kate’s mouth. She was holding her pussy lips apart, showing us her sex. I looked at her gorgeous naked body, at her thighs, her pussy, her tits, her face. I saw the look in her eyes and I started rubbing myself again.

SUZANNE:

I had eaten my daughter, I’d eaten both of them, and now I badly wanted Kate to lick me. I wanted to come in her mouth.

She looked up at me, that cute little face, so sweet and so open. Katie was an adventurous girl, always looking for new experiences, and this was definitely one she’d never had before. She was going to lick her mother’s cunt.

KATE:

Oh man oh man oh man, oh wow! This was it!

Mommy was bringing her pussy right up to me. She was holding herself open. She said something like, “Look at Mommy’s pussy, little girl, look at your mother’s cunt.” She stayed that way for a minute, just talking to me and holding herself open and rubbing her fingers around inside, showing me how wet she was. Then she lowered herself all the way down and I had her hot cunt in my mouth. Oh wow!

JULIE:

I watched my mother drop her pussy onto my sister’s face. She took Kate’s head in her hands and pulled her mouth hard into her sex. Mommy was being really aggressive, getting nasty, talking loud, growling at her, urging her to lick her, suck her, fuck her with her tongue. She was pulling Katie’s face against her so tightly I was afraid she might not be able to breathe. Mommy was trembling, shaking, sweating, staring down at my sister, talking dirty to her, rocking her pussy up and down, shoving her cunt into Kate’s mouth, harder and harder, faster and faster — and then she came.

SUZANNE:

Only a week earlier, I had come in Julie’s mouth for the first time, and now I was climaxing in Katie’s. Oh, what joy! What delirium! I held her pretty little head in my hands and pulled her hard against me and then I came on her.

Nothing, nothing, nothing in this world can ever match the exquisite pleasure of having sex with your own daughters. Nothing.

KATE:

Julie let me read what she wrote about the first time Mommy licked her, when she said how it was kind of like swimming in sex or something. I don’t know, but I did feel like I was swimming then because my mom got so wet when she came on me that night, it was almost like I was drowning! I had her juices in my mouth and up my nose and running down my chin and I could hardly breathe at all but I didn’t care. If I ever really drown, that’s how I want to do it. Inside my mom’s pussy!

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Okay, so that’s the end of what I asked my sister and my mother to write for me about our experience that night.

That wasn’t the end of what we did, of course. There was still a lot more, just about any combination you can think of. My mom and I were in a 69 at one point while Katie masturbated, and I had my sister sitting on my face at another point while my mother was eating me, and Mommy tribbed with me and then with Kate, and I tribbed with Kate too, then I think Kate and Mommy had a 69, and well, like I said, anything else you can imagine, we did it together that night.

When we were finally done, it was past midnight. We picked up our clothes and walked upstairs, softly kissing each other goodnight.

I stayed awake long enough to hear what I thought I might hear, my mother’s bedroom door opening a few minutes later, and then Molly’s bedroom door. I thought about maybe getting up to join them, but I didn’t. It seemed nicer to let my mom finish it that way, with my baby sister sucking her nipples while she masturbated, giving herself one more orgasm.

Continue on to Chapter 72

By Naughty Mommy

Finally it was Saturday night. Finally!!

Throughout the day, all three of us — Mommy, Katie, and I — kept thinking about what was going to happen that night. I could tell that by the way they would look at each other and the way they both looked at me. I could also tell from the suggestive touches I received from each of them that morning, a pat on the bottom from my mom that was firmer than it normally would be, or a squeeze around the waist from my sister, pulling my hip warmly against hers.

Outwardly, we tried to act like nothing special was going on. But inwardly we knew.

I had to go babysit for Justin and Britney in the afternoon, and that went fine, no problems. Elaine drove me home after she got back, dropping me off at around 5:15.

Mommy and I made dinner together, and Kate and I cleaned up the kitchen, and then we played a couple of games of Clue with Molly, and then at 8:30 Mommy told Molly it was time for her to go to bed and the two of them went upstairs hand in hand. Our mother spent more than half an hour in Molly’s bedroom, a lot longer than it takes to put her to bed. We knew exactly what was going on up there, of course, and so by that time, my sister and I were nearly insane with lust.

We were on the sofa where we’d started playing a video game, but we’d both quickly lost interest. In unspoken agreement, we set our controllers aside and turned off the game, then pulled our pants down and started masturbating. Twenty minutes later, when Mommy finally came downstairs, we’d each already had a couple of orgasms, rubbing our clits and fucking our little vaginas with our fingers as we watched each other.

We didn’t do any more than that because we wanted to wait for her. When Katie and I really made love for the first time, going all the way, we wanted to share that with her, with our mother, and share our bodies with her too.

She found us that way, slumped on the sofa, our panties and jeans around our ankles, our fingers wet with our juices, panting and moaning as we continued stroking ourselves.

Mommy was in a short skirt, the navy blue pleated skirt she’d been wearing on the plane as we flew back from Vermont. She was barefoot. She stood in front of us, gazing down at us, watching her daughters masturbate. Slowly she pulled up her skirt, letting us see that she had no panties on. We also could see that her pussy was wet, her lips pink and engorged, shiny with her juices. She obviously had been masturbating in Molly’s room while our little sister sucked on her nipples.

For a minute or so, she just watched us. She was rubbing herself too, and we were watching her. Then she said, “Let’s go upstairs, girls.”

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In this chapter (and the next), I decided to try something different. I got my sister Kate and my mom to write down all the things they could remember about what we did that night, and especially about how it felt for them, what they were thinking about and stuff. I had to help Katie some because she’s not really a writer like I am. But she did a good job. Mommy didn’t have any trouble with it, since as an attorney she has to write stuff all the time — except I’ll bet none of it is like this, ha-ha! Of course, it’s more than six years later now, when I’m writing this memoir, so they couldn’t remember everything. But I showed them the notes I put in my sexual diary at the time and that helped them get the picture back in their minds. Anyway, here it is, in their words and in mine. I hope you like it!

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KATE:

I remember I was kind of scared in a way. It was really exciting though because for a long time I’d thought about it. When I masturbated in my bed at night sometimes I would pretend I was with Mommy and she was kissing my mouth or even kissing my pussy and putting her finger inside me and everything and that always made me cum so fast. I thought about doing that with Julie, too, my sister.

It seemed bad that I should think about stuff like that but I did and it made me so hot. It still seems wrong in a way, but now I know that a lot of moms do these things with their daughters, and sisters like me and Julie have sex a lot too, so I guess it’s okay. I really like doing it, that’s for sure.

Julie says I should tell you about that night. So I will. We started out, me and Julie, by rubbing ourselves on the sofa down in the family room while Mommy was upstairs with Molly putting her to bed. We knew Mommy was letting our sister suck her nipples and that made us both excited. And Mommy had told us this was the night when they would do everything — that’s what they said, everything — that they wanted to do with me. Like she was going to lick my pussy and I would lick hers, and also the same thing with Julie. So I was thinking about that while we masturbated on the sofa.

SUZANNE:

I’m trying to remember now when it was that I first began to fantasize about having sex with my daughters. Perhaps there never really was any specific starting point. Perhaps it just grew naturally out of the pleasure I took when I masturbated as I nursed my little girls.

Yes, even when they were babies, when I was still unhappily married to Ron, I would do that. I did it in secret, of course, usually at night, while I was feeding them just before I put them to bed. As the darling angels sucked on my nipples, it felt so incredibly nice that I just had to touch myself. That’s why I sometimes would let them take my breast even after they were older and I had no milk. Just because I wanted to feel that pleasure again of having their little mouths sucking on my nipples. Then I would masturbate and climax as I held them in my arms.

So, as I said, perhaps my further sexual desire for them grew out of that experience. At any rate, by the time Julie was around 10 years old, she had become the primary focus of my masturbatory fantasies. Often when I would have sex with women at that time, particularly if they were young, or young-looking, I pretended it was not them but my daughter I was fucking. That brought me to some incredibly powerful orgasms.

You already know, however, because Julie has told you, that I had misgivings about some of what I was doing. I felt guilty about it. I dithered before finally deciding to fully seduce Julie, to go all the way with her. Even though I had masturbated with her and we’d had other sexual experiences together, still I hesitated about letting myself do everything I wanted to do. Thankfully, Julie was patient with me and very understanding.

More than understanding, she was wise. She helped me to see things more clearly, helped me work through my anxiety and reach a point of clarity and acceptance. After I’d completed that process, I was ready, and I was very happy with the choice I’d made, the decision to take my 12-year-old daughter as my lesbian lover.

I was and I am so lucky to have her. She is the love of my life.

JULIE:

Aww… it always makes me cry when Mommy says nice things like that. She is so good to me, so full of love. And so sexy too!

SUZANNE:

I came downstairs that night to find my two older daughters side by side on the sofa, their pants pulled down, their hands between their legs. They were masturbating, and it looked to me as though they both had already reached climax at least once. Their fingers were very wet.

Only minutes earlier, I’d had an orgasm myself up in my other daughter’s bedroom, fucking my cunt with my finger as little Molly sucked on my tits. Kate and Julie knew about all that now, about what I was doing with Molly, that is, and they had each done the same things with her. Now we were prepared to do even more with each other.

KATE:

Mommy came and stood in front of us and pulled up her skirt and showed us her pussy. I remember thinking to myself, this is it, this is really it, tonight I’m actually going to lick her sexy pussy and put my fingers inside her. I always thought my mom was so totally hot, it made me cum again and again in my bed when I thought about her body and stuff, and now it wouldn’t be just my imagination any more.

She watched me and Julie masturbating for a minute, and she started rubbing herself too. Then she said, “Let’s go upstairs, girls.” But Julie had another idea.

JULIE:

I said, “Mommy, um, can we… I want to do it downstairs if we can, down here. It seems like, I don’t know, better in a way. Like dirtier or something.”

“Dirtier?” she asked, as she massaged her clit in front of us. “You want to be a dirty girl, a bad girl?”

“Yeah, I, well, it just seems hotter if we do it here instead of in a bedroom. Can we?”

Mommy rubbed herself faster. She looked into my eyes, down at my pussy, at Kate’s little pussy. She licked her lips. “Tell me what you want to do, Julie.”

I liked it when she would ask me to talk nasty to her. It turned her on and it turned me on too.

“I want to watch you licking Kate, licking your daughter’s pussy. I want to see you kissing and sucking her clit, putting your finger inside her. I want you to make her come in your mouth, your 10-year-old daughter, coming in your mouth, while I watch you.”

My mother slid two fingers deep inside her own pussy now, beginning to fuck herself as she listened to me.

“I want you to sit on her face, rub your wet cunt up and down on her mouth. I want see my sister licking your clit and fucking your pussy with her tongue.”

I cold hear Kate beginning to squeal. That meant she was almost ready to come. I looked over at her.

She was staring at Mommy’s crotch as she plunged her middle finger in and out of her vagina. Her face was very red. She was panting and sweating. Then, “Unh! Unh!! UNH!!” She was climaxing again.

“Fuck your little pussy! Fuck your little pussy!” Mommy groaned as she furiously fucked her own cunt. I was rubbing my clit, nearly ready to come too.

Kate came and then Mommy came and then I came.

SUZANNE:

Julie has such a wonderful erotic imagination. She’s always coming up with the most deliciously naughty ideas and she has a way of putting them into words that can excite me as much as anything ever has. It’s interesting to me how sometimes the thought can be just as stimulating as the act. In any event, she talked dirty to me that night, and I had a powerful orgasm as I listened to her and as I watched her and her sister playing with themselves.

KATE:

That was a good idea Julie had. Because after she told us about it and we all masturbated, then we got to do what she said. And she was right, it did seem hotter to have our mom getting naked for us right there in the family room instead of in her bedroom.

Mommy sucked her fingers after she finished, tasting her own cum. I did that too, and so did Julie. All three of us love the taste of our own pussies. I guess maybe most girls do.

SUZANNE:

After I came, and licked my fingers clean, tasting myself, I began to slowly unbutton my shirt and then took it off. The girls were watching me. I was wearing a bra with a front closure. I remember that, because on nights when I was planning to ‘nurse’ Molly, I always made it a point to wear a bra that would be easy to open, or perhaps just wear no bra at all.

I unhooked the bra and let them see my chest. I was blessed with an attractive body, I must admit. Even after having three children, my breasts were still firm and round. I was very lucky. My waist was trim and my stomach mostly flat. Of course, I had to work hard to keep it that way. I went to the gym several times a week and put a great deal of effort into staying in shape. I always wanted to look my best for my sexy daughters.

JULIE:

Mommy took off her bra and showed us her beautiful tits. She took them in her hands, squeezing them, pinching the nipples. Then she did that thing, that awesome thing, where she raised one breast up and reached out her tongue so she could lick her own nipple. My boobs are way too small to do that. Even now, when I’m almost 18, I’m still only an A-cup. But my mom’s tits are big enough that she can do that, and I think it’s so sexy when she does. She stood in front of us and lifted up her boobs, licking her nipples, even sucking on them for a second. She squeezed her nipples between her fingers and I saw her shudder with arousal.

Then our mother unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, tossing it aside. She wasn’t wearing any panties, of course, and she was barefoot, so now she naked.

“Do you like my body, girls?” she asked, as she ran her hands up and down, stroking her thighs, touching her breasts. “Does it make you hot to look at me this way?”

“Yeah, it does,” I told her. Katie just nodded.

KATE:

I think I could masturbate all day long and cum over and over again just from looking at my mom’s body. She is totally hot, so beautiful. I love her legs and her boobs and her face and her pretty blonde hair. I could masturbate all day while I look at her, or even just think about her, and now I could do even more!

After Mommy was naked, she got down on her knees so she could take Julie’s socks off and she pulled her jeans and her undies the rest of the way off too. Then she had Julie sit up and she lifted her t-shirt up over her head. Julie wasn’t wearing a bra, the way she usually doesn’t at home, so she was naked. Mommy took my shirt off too, and I also didn’t have a bra on, and she pulled my jeans and undies and my socks off, and we were all three naked.

JULIE:

I should add a little something here. Not only did our mother take off our clothes, she also complimented us on our bodies. She admired our legs, saying how nice they were, and then as she removed our shirts, she told us how much she loved our little breasts. She touched our nipples and kissed them. She gave each of us a kiss on the lips when she was done undressing us, and then she stood up again.

“First, I want to watch the two of you,” she said.

SUZANNE:

If you’re a mother and you have sexy young daughters, I’m sure at some point you must have imagined them together, naked, kissing and touching each other. I have learned, by corresponding with quite a few other moms, that this is a very common fantasy. It is not at all unusual for mothers to find their daughters sexually attractive or for mothers to visualize scenes like that when they masturbate.

Far fewer moms, however, actually get the chance to see this in reality, to watch as their daughters make love. I am one of the fortunate few.

I arranged my daughters in a ‘69’ position on the sofa, with Kate on the bottom and Julie on top.

What a sight that was! A 10-year-old girl and a 12-year-old girl with those smooth young bodies, each of them barely pubescent and yet sexually precocious, eager to learn and to experience all the sensual pleasures they could both give and receive.

I stood back and looked at them, touching myself, of course, fondling my breasts with one hand while the other rubbed my clit. I looked at their lovely bodies, so slender and so perfect, and I felt a thrill as I considered that these were not just any nubile young girls I was watching, but my own daughters, my own flesh.

I had given birth to these little beauties, had nursed them, raised them, nurtured them, loved them, and now I was about to give them the fulness of my love. But before that, I wanted to see them love each other, make love with each other.

JULIE:

Oh my god! I was actually going to do it! Finally, at last! I was going to lick my sister’s pussy, and make her come in my mouth!

This was something I’d been fantasizing about, dreaming about, for months. Next to my mom, Kate was the sexiest person I knew. I loved her, really loved her as a sister, and I was also totally crazy about her hot young body.

I just looked at her for a minute, making sure I would always remember how she looked that night, how she smelled, how I felt. I did the joy of looking thing, taking my time, really appreciating where I was and what I was doing.

Finally I bent down and kissed her, a soft kiss at the top of her slit. Her lips were wet, shiny with moisture. She was just as turned on as I was. I inhaled the fragrance of her pussy juice. I kissed her again. She had a few wisps of light brown pussy hair, very fine and short, just beginning to grow.

SUZANNE:

I knelt beside them, putting my head near Kate’s, gazing up into my older daughter’s pussy. Julie had her knees pulled under her on the sofa, her vulva and her ass wide open for us to look at, for Katie to touch and kiss. As I watched, Kate used her fingers to spread Julie’s pussy lips. She was so very wet inside, juices dripping from her little pink vagina. It almost took my breath away looking at her.

KATE:

Julie and me are sitting together as I’m writing this now, and she’s masturbating. She does that a lot. I do too. I masturbate at least once a day, sometimes more than once a day, like maybe three or four times. I masturbate every day, even if I have sex that day with my mom or my sisters or my girlfriend. I just love doing it. One time a few years ago, I remember asking Julie if she thought I did it too much, if it was bad for me to do it more than once a day. And she said that was like asking if I breathed too much, or if eating food more than once a day was bad for me. Julie’s funny. She always knows the right thing to say.

Anyway, that night, my mom made me lie down on the sofa and she got Julie on top of me, only reversed, you know, like in a 69. Then I started licking her.

JULIE:

Behind me, I felt my sister’s fingers parting my labia. I heard my mother gasp as she gazed at me. She was crouching on the floor, next to Katie, both of them looking at my open pussy. I loved knowing that they could see me, could see everything.

I continued kissing my sister’s vulva, kissing her again and again. Lots of kisses, but with no tongue, not yet, only my lips. And the more I kissed her, the more she seemed to want me. She spread her legs and arched her pelvis, trying to bring her sex to my mouth.

I kissed her mound, kissed her labia, kissed the inner part of her thighs. As I kept kissing, she began to open up for me. I wasn’t even touching her with my fingers, but her pussy lips were spreading apart on their own. I could really smell her now. And I could see inside her, could see the dark pink opening of her vagina. She was so juicy, so wet. God, I wanted her so much.

SUZANNE:

I hadn’t meant to do it. I’d intended to begin only by watching them, just watch my daughters make love, and, of course, masturbate. But when I saw Julie’s perfect pink vagina, I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t help myself. I had to touch her.

JULIE:

A finger entered me, pressed inside my cunt. I groaned and tried to spread myself open even farther. I loved being fucked by them, whoever it was was, whether it was my mother or my sister, I loved having them fuck me.

I felt the finger pushing in, deeper inside me. And then I felt a tongue, Katie’s tongue, it must have been, licking me. Oh god, oh god, it felt so nice. Her tongue was so warm, so loving. She licked and sucked and kissed me and then she licked some more, and I also had that finger pressing inside me, oh yes, pushing in even deeper, oh fuck yes, so deep, probing inside my cunt, reaching into me, taking me —

KATE:

Once I started licking Julie, it didn’t take her very long at all. Mommy put her finger inside her too. I was licking her and Mommy was fucking her. I had my eyes closed then, I remember that, and I could feel Julie kissing my pussy, but the main thing for me was that I was sucking and licking my sister’s clit, licking her and tasting her and sucking her, and then all of a sudden she was cumming.

SUZANNE:

“Oh god!” Julie cried, “OH GOD!!”

It was wonderful to see her climax that way, with my finger deep inside her and her little sister sucking on her clit. As I said, I’d intended just to masturbate while watching my daughters — but instead I quickly got caught up in the excitement, pushing my finger inside Julie’s sexy pink vagina, fucking her, giving her an orgasm.

I wasn’t masturbating any more, but that didn’t matter. I wanted to see Julie come in her sister’s face. And she did come. She came very hard — so hard, so loudly that I wondered for a moment if she would wake Molly, and then what would happen?

I’d already told the girls I wasn’t ready yet for Molly to be involved, not this involved anyway. But if she came downstairs and found us and wanted to join in, would I be able to turn her away? I was pretty sure I wouldn’t, nor would I even want to. I remember hoping right then that Molly actually would come down and join us. I was ready to fuck her then and there. I was so turned on that night, I was ready for anything.

But she didn’t. Molly stayed in her room. Julie finished coming in her sister’s face.

JULIE:

I couldn’t believe how fast Kate made me come. Partly it was that finger inside me too, which I found out later, of course, was Mommy’s finger. But mostly it was just the way Kate licked me and sucked my clit. Maybe it’s also because I wanted it so bad. Whatever it was, the sensation was so strong that it made me lose all control. I’d meant to start licking Kate’s pussy, trying to make us come at the same time, but I failed at that. Before I could even begin, while I was still just kissing her and sort of teasing her, suddenly I had this huge orgasm. And I was loud too.

KATE:

Julie was screaming. I’d never heard her scream like that when she came. And she was totally wet too, all this warm juicy stuff dripping out of her, dripping down Mommy’s hand and onto my face. It was really great.

SUZANNE:

When Julie climaxed, I could feel the walls of her tight little vagina squeezing in around my finger. Oh, that was so thrilling, so exciting!

JULIE:

In a way it was kind of embarrassing, because I was the older girl, supposedly the more experienced one, and yet Katie made me come first, before I’d barely even started on her.

As soon as I was able, still panting and gasping, quivering with tremors from the strength of my orgasm, I put my face down between my sister’s legs, enthusiastically licking her wet pussy, shoving my tongue inside her hole, sucking her clit, fingering her, running my tongue and my lips all over everywhere — maybe too enthusiastically — but god, I wanted her to come, wanted her to feel what I’d just felt.

KATE:

Wow, and so right after Julie has this awesome screaming cum, wet stuff everywhere, suddenly she’s licking me, almost like devouring me or something, totally like nothing I had ever felt before. I mean, I was still only 10, and I didn’t really know anything. So to have her licking me like that, I can’t even say how great it was. She put her finger inside me too, which I love, and her mouth is doing whatever she did, and I laid my head back and closed my eyes and just felt it. My own big sister, the girl I loved so much, so smart and friendly and so nice to everyone, my best friend in the whole world, and now she was licking me, licking my pussy, and I was going to cum in her mouth.

JULIE:

First Mommy made me cry, and now Katie is. I don’t mean on that night five years ago, I mean right now, as she’s writing this. She is so sweet!

SUZANNE:

What a night that was for us. Watching my daughters lick each other, eating each other’s pussies, both having wonderful climaxes. As a mom, there’s almost nothing more exciting or more satisfying to see. And we were just getting started.

Continue on to Chapter 71

By Naughty Mommy

Monday night in Mommy’s room, Kate and I are in bed with her.

We’re all three naked again, except this time our mother has made something clear: because it is a school night, she cannot allow us, or allow herself, to succumb to the temptation to stay up late playing sexy games. We’re there mostly just to talk. If a little kissing and touching takes place — only a little — that’s okay, but the really hot and fun stuff is reserved for nights when we don’t have school the next day.

Of course we’re not happy about that, my sister and I, but we understand and we grudgingly agree to those limits.

“So, the place we went to on our trip,” Mommy began, “is called the Sapphic Retreat. It’s a bed and breakfast inn run by a pair of sisters named Cassia and Delia.”

“Sisters who are also lovers,” I interjected, “lesbian lovers.”

“That’s right,” she confirmed. “And we met their mother, too, a woman named Olympia. She founded the business many years ago. Actually it started out as a private club, a gathering place for mothers and daughters who were secret lovers.”

“Wow, really?” Kate asked.

Mommy nodded, smiling. “And now it’s known, among certain people, as a destination for, well, for families just like ours.”

“Yeah, we met a lot of them,” I added. “I told you about Emma and Brandi, and there was also Nicole and Leslie and Mindy and Tina…”

I started counting everyone off on my fingers.

“…and Shannon and Cindy and Shelby, and Katherine and Chrissy and Laura, and, um, oh, and Logan and Diana. That was who was at the party. And Cassia and Delia, of course, and Olympia.”

“Man, that’s, that’s amazing,” sighed Kate.

“Yeah, it was,” I said. “I wish you’d been there, Kate. I hope we can go back.”

Turning to my mother, suddenly inspired, I asked, “Mommy can we? All of us go back there again? Please, can we?”

She chuckled, giving me a kiss. “Yes, well, maybe we will someday. Probably we will. It would be very nice to see everyone, and especially nice if we all were there together, you and your sister and Molly too.”

“Yeah, that would be so awesome. Let’s do it soon, okay?” I urged.

“We’ll see. Right now let’s finish telling Kate about what we did.”

“Um, okay. On the first night —”

“Wait, at the party —” Kate interrupted “— all those other people, like, the moms and daughters. Um, how old were the girls?”

“Well,” I said, “the oldest of the girls was Diana. She’s 17, um, a junior in high school. And then Leslie was 16. She’s a sophomore. And… I’d have to look at my notes to get the ages of all the other girls right, but…”

“You took notes?” my sister asked, her eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, the next day,” I giggled. “I kind of wanted to remember it all, you know?”

Kate grinned at me, shaking her head. She probably thought I was silly, being so meticulous about keeping track of everything. Still, if I hadn’t, I’d never have been able to write this whole story with all the details!

“But, um, the youngest ones,” I went on, “were Shelby, who was 8, and Chrissy, who was 7, and Laura, who was 6.”

“Are you kidding me? 6 years old??”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, leering lasciviously.

“And they……”

“Uh-huh, they did.”

“Wow…”

“That’s why we went there, Kate,” our mother put in. “To meet some other moms and daughters like us, to get to know them a little bit. Also, of course, for Julie and me to spend some special time together. But I really did want to see the others, see what their relationships were like.”

“Wow…”

My sister was still slowly shaking her head, apparently blown away by what I’d told her about the ages of the littlest girls.

“Yeah, and also, what we said last night, about getting high. They had marijuana at the party, and I smoked some,” I proudly announced.

Kate’s jaw dropped. She stared at me and then at Mommy, open-mouthed.

“Yes, she did,” our mother nodded. “We all did. Well, maybe not the youngest ones, but pretty much everyone else.”

“Man…”

“It was that kind of a party,” I joked.

“And you, I mean, with…” my sister stammered “…with the, the little girls, the really little ones…?”

“With everyone,” I nodded. “It was, like, a total lesbian orgy, a lesbian incest orgy, with all these ladies and all these girls, the mommies and daughters all having sex with each other and with everyone else.”

“Oh my god.” Kate’s hand went under the covers, rubbing her pussy.

“Mommy and I licked Laura together. She’s the 6-year-old, and —” I stopped, remembering something I’d been meaning to ask “— um, Mommy, before this, had you ever, like, done anything with a girl that young before?”

“No, definitely not,” she smiled. “Before, well, actually, you were the youngest one for me, honey, 12 years old. I’ve done things with Kate too, of course, and with Molly, but certainly nothing like that.”

“And, um, and now that we did all that, I mean, you and me — and I guess we should tell Kate about that too, about what we did in bed — but now that we did everything, you said I can do that with Katie too, right? And maybe with Molly?”

Mommy looked at me, apparently deciding how to respond.

“Not now, I mean, but on the weekends?” I pressed.

“What do you mean, everything?” Kate asked. “Tell me what that means.”

Our mother turned to her. She was being besieged by questions.

“Okay, slow down,” she chuckled, “one at a time. First, Kate, when Julie says everything, that’s what it means, we did everything. But mostly, I think, she’s referring to oral sex. We had oral sex. She licked my pussy and I licked hers. We both had orgasms that way.’

“Oh my god.” Kate’s hand was moving faster under the covers.

“And what she’s asking now is if she can do those things with you too, all the things that she and I did on our trip. Oral sex, mainly, I suppose.”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I want to lick your pussy, Katie, and I want you to lick mine.”

My sister’s face was turning red. She was panting and trembling, obviously getting very close. “Mommy,” she gasped, “is it okay if… if I come now?”

“Yes, baby girl, you go right ahead.”

“Unh!” Kate threw her head back, her body straining, her little nipples standing out erect from her chest, her eyes shut tight. “Unh!!”

I’d started rubbing myself too, but I wasn’t anywhere near as far along as she was. My mom was holding her breasts in her hands, pinching her own nipples. Together we watched my sister, enjoying the sight of a 10-year-old girl bringing herself to orgasm.

When she finished, slowly calming down, still breathing heavily, licking her fingers, tasting herself, she smiled up at us. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s fine, precious,” Mommy leaned over, giving her a kiss on the lips. “I love watching you do that.”

Kate took a deep breath, sitting up straighter in the bed. “Whew… okay…”

“Now, what else can we tell you about our trip? Do you have other questions?”

“Wait, I have a question, Mommy,” I said.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I mean, you never answered me before. I was asking if it’s all right for me to do stuff with Katie now, you know, all that stuff. And also with Molly.”

“Yes, you’re right,” my mother nodded. “In all the excitement with Kate, I forgot about that. I apologize.”

“It’s okay,” I smiled.

“Well, then, yes, it is all right. You can do as much as you want to with her, with Katie now. Assuming she wants to, that is. The only rule I’ll insist on is —”

“Never on school nights.” I completed the sentence for her.

“That’s right,” Mommy laughed.

Then she turned back to my sister. “But I want to know what you think about that, Kate. How do you feel about having sex with Julie? And, uh, I should add, with me too?”

“With you?”

“Yes, with me. I want to do those things with you just as much as she does. I want to lick your pussy and I want you to lick mine. I want to come in your mouth. I want to watch Julie licking you and while she’s doing that I want to sit on your little face and grind my pussy into your mouth and come all over you.”

“Oh my god.”

By this point, of course, our mother was masturbating. She continued, “I only want to do those things, though, if you want to do them too. I want to have sex with you, very badly, but not unless you want it just as much as I do.”

“Um, okay,” Kate nodded.

“What do you mean by okay?”

“Okay, you can have sex with me. I want you to. But —”

“— not until the weekend,” they recited together, laughing.

“Good, I’m glad” Mommy smiled, giving my sister a nice kiss. “And with Julie too? Are you okay about having sex with her?”

“Yeah, for sure, definitely!”

I rubbed my clit faster as I thought about having Katie lick me. Finally, after all this long waiting. For several months I’d been masturbating with her, and I was constantly fantasizing about doing more, about licking her pussy and having her lick mine. And now we would really be able to do it!

“Mommy…” I breathed.

“Yes, baby?”

“I’m gonna come now…”

Turning to me, she brought her lips to mine. But she didn’t quite kiss me. Her mouth remained a fraction of an inch away from mine, her lips parted. I could feel her warm breath. She extended her tongue, licking at the corner of my mouth and then just inside my upper lip. It was driving me crazy.

“Mommy,” I groaned. She kissed me, deeply, and I came.

After my orgasm, Kate and I watched our mother masturbate vigorously between us, her legs spread wide apart, bringing herself to a loud, wet climax. Sometimes she really gushed a lot when she came. She lifted her dripping fingers to our mouths, letting us taste her.

I wanted to do more, of course. I wanted to suck her nipples and lick her pussy and, well, do everything, but it was a Monday night, so I didn’t.

By then it was past 10:00, time for Kate and me to go to bed. Before we left, however, Mommy said, “Katie, I want to make sure you’re fully satisfied, that you’re not concerned that maybe there’s something we haven’t told you.”

My sister smiled. “Well, I still want to know what you guys did at that party, I mean, with all those little girls and stuff.”

“Okay, sure, we’ll tell you all about that. Not tonight, because it’s too late, but tomorrow night, or the next night. Anything you want to know, you just ask me. Or you can ask Julie. We won’t keep any secrets from you, all right?”

Kate nodded happily.

* * *

On Wednesday that week, shortly after I got home from school, the phone rang. I answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hello, can I speak with Julie, please?”

“Yes, this is Julie.”

“Oh, hello, Julie, my name is Dana Frederiksen. Elaine Gallagher gave me your number. I’m looking for a good babysitter, and she recommended you, very highly.”

“Um, okay, that’s nice.”

“So, could I maybe ask you to babysit for me? I have just one child, a little girl named Chelsea. She, uh, turned 7 a week ago.”

A little girl, barely 7 years old? I liked the sound of that!

“Sure, I guess. Um, when?”

“Well, I was thinking of Friday night. Are you available then?”

“Yeah, I mean, um, yes, I could do that. Can you give me your address, please?”

I wrote it down, and we agreed on the time. She thanked me, then we hung up.

Hurray! Elaine hadn’t called me yet that week, and now if she wanted me on Friday, I would already be busy somewhere else. It would be even better, of course, if she didn’t need me on Saturday night either, because I was really hoping I’d be busy at home that night, having sex with my mom and my sister.

It turned out Elaine did call me, later that same afternoon, in fact. Except she asked if I could babysit for Justin and Britney on Saturday during the day, not at night, from noon until around 5:00, while she went to a matinee or something. That was perfect!

In addition to the usual things like fixing dinner and doing homework, our evenings that week were filled with long conversations in our mother’s bedroom about what she and I had done on our trip to Vermont. Kate was especially interested in hearing us talk about our experiences at the party with the youngest girls and with their moms.

I took the opportunity, as we described having sex with 6 and 7 and 8-year-old girls, to ask Mommy again about doing the same kinds of things with Molly. As she’d said before, there seemed no reason to wait, so why not? Why not right away? She was cautious about it, though, wanting to think about it just a little longer. I understood. It was a big step to take. But I was very eager to take it.

The three of us masturbated together every night, and there was some kissing and some light touching, even a few licks of hard nipples, but no real sex beyond that. We all knew, however, what was on the schedule for the weekend. I almost couldn’t stand the wait until Saturday night!

But then something else happened, something totally unexpected, on Friday night.

My mom drove me to the address that Dana Frederiksen had given me. It was an old apartment building in a not very nice part of town a few miles from where we lived. We parked and Mommy went up to the door with me.

On Wednesday night, after she came home from work and I’d told her about my new babysitting job, my mother had called Elaine to talk with her about Dana, to find out something about her, and then she’d called and spoken directly with Dana. She was friendly and polite about it, of course, but my mom wanted to be very sure she knew who it was I would be working for. Apparently she was satisfied with what she’d learned.

Dana invited us in and asked us to sit down, offering something to drink. My mom accepted, and Dana disappeared into the kitchen for a minute while we sat on a small sofa and looked around. The room we were in, a combination living/dining room, was cramped and cluttered. The furniture was old and kind of beat up. It looked like Dana didn’t have much money. But she was very nice. I liked her smile.

She brought a glass of white wine for Mommy and juice for me. I’d asked for a Coke, but Dana told us she didn’t have any because she was trying hard not to get her daughter, Chelsea, hooked on sugary sodas. That seemed like a good idea.

She returned with a second glass of wine for herself and sat in a chair across from us, crossing her legs and smiling.

Dana was small and slim, a very pretty blonde wearing a lot of makeup. She was in a tight-fitting hot pink dress, very short, showing slim, shapely legs. She had hardly any tits at all. She looked young, and although I later found out that she was 27, she seemed a lot younger than that. With her high heels on, she was about my height, but without them she would have been a couple inches shorter than me, so she was only about five feet tall, if that.

We chatted for a few minutes. Dana asked me about school, what subjects I liked, what other interests I had, and so on. My mother mostly listened. We found out that Dana had never finished high school, that she’d dropped out when she was only 15 and had run away from home. I was surprised that she would tell us all this so soon after meeting her, but she was really an outgoing, open, friendly person. I liked her even more.

She’d finally managed to get a GED, and was working now as a receptionist at an insurance office. It was through her boss, who was Elaine’s older brother, that she had met Elaine and then heard about me.

“Elaine says you’re the best,” Dana smiled.

God, I loved her smile. All bright white teeth and crinkly blue eyes. Red lipstick, blonde hair, and such a cute, pretty face, her tiny upturned nose dotted with a few freckles. I felt myself getting all warm and gushy inside as I looked at her.

“You wanna go meet Chelsea?” Dana asked. As she uncrossed her legs, I caught a flash of white panties.

“Sure,” I nodded.

My mom stood. “Well, I guess I should be going. It’s been very nice getting to know you.”

She held out her hand and Dana took it. I could tell that my mother was interested in this woman, sexually attracted to her, just as I was. She wasn’t obvious about it or anything, but the sound of her voice and the look in her eyes told me all I needed to know. Would anything ever happen between them? Between all three of us? I sure hoped it would!

As Mommy left, she gave Dana a kiss on the cheek, and then we went in to see Chelsea.

The little girl was adorable, as cute and pretty as her mom. She was playing in her room, sitting on the floor surrounded by dolls and stuffed animals, talking to them. I got down on the floor with her. When Dana crouched beside us, I was given a clear view of those white panties between her slender legs.

“Chelsea, this is Miss Julie. She’s going to stay with you tonight, okay?”

“Okay,” Chelsea smiled.

Her hair was kind of sandy blonde, falling in loose curls around her slim shoulders. She had gorgeous blue eyes, just like Dana’s, and full pink lips. She was barefoot, wearing a tight pair of shorts and a little crop top shirt. Her chest was flat, of course, and her legs were very appealing to me. They were small but perfectly shaped, smooth and almost hairless. As I looked at her, I couldn’t help picturing her naked, seeing her little girl pussy, as smooth and hairless as her legs. I wanted to lick her.

“All right,” said Dana, “you two get acquainted. I’ll be leaving in a minute and I’ll come in and kiss you goodbye before I go.”

We sat on the floor and I listened to her chattering away with her dolls and things. She had a big open toy chest, a large collection of dolls and clothes and accessories arranged inside. Chelsea reminded me of Molly. She had an active imagination, cleverly devising situations and acting them out, happily engaging in a world of her own creation.

After a bit, Dana came in, picking up Chelsea and hugging her, giving her a nice kiss on the lips. It was quite a long kiss, actually, surprisingly long. I liked watching them that way.

Dana gave me her cell phone number and said she expected to be home at around 1:00 AM, asking if that was all right. I told her it was fine. She told me Chelsea’s bedtime was usually 9:00 o’clock on the weekends, but if we were playing and I wanted to keep her up a little later, that would be okay too. I could easily think of lots of naughty games I’d like to play with her daughter!

I didn’t really do anything terribly naughty with Chelsea after Dana left, even though I certainly wanted to. We played with her dolls and things for a while, and then she wanted to watch one of her animated videos. We curled up on the sofa in their small living room, the child cuddling close to me, sucking her thumb as we enjoyed the silly antics of Dr. Seuss characters. I hugged her, loving how it felt to have this warm little body in my arms.

At 9:00, I asked Chelsea if she was getting sleepy. She’d been rubbing her eyes and it looked like she was. She nodded, murmuring, “Mm-hmm,” but instead of getting up to go get ready for bed, she put her arms around my waist and nestled closer, resting her head on my chest and closing her eyes. It appeared she would be perfectly content to fall asleep that way.

And she did. I didn’t have the heart to disturb her right away, so I just let her snooze on my chest. I gently kissed the top of her head and rubbed her smooth thigh, running my hand up to caress her bottom, barely covered by her little shorts. It made me think of the way Danni would hug and touch Molly sometimes. I was never that affectionate with Justin and Britney when I babysat for them. But it was different with Chelsea.

Finally I decided I really did need to get her in bed. I stood up, cradling the girl in my arms, and walked slowly to her room. She seemed to still be asleep. Laying her on her bed, I picked up the little nightgown Dana had set out for her. It was white and frilly, with long sleeves. Very cute and feminine and sexy.

I pulled the crop top shirt over her head. Her chest was bare now, revealed to me. I couldn’t help myself. I touched one of her little nipples. Okay, I guess that was sort of naughty. Then I pulled down her shorts, leaving her pink undies on. She began to wake up as I raised her to a sitting position so I could get the nightie over her head. She smiled at me.

“Come on, let’s go brush your teeth,” I said softly.

She nodded and we went to the bathroom across the hall. I watched Chelsea brush her teeth and then sit on the toilet and tinkle, wiping herself. We went back to her room and she got in bed.

As I leaned down to kiss her goodnight, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me close. Her lips met mine and then — oh my god! — her lips parted and her tongue was teasing at my mouth. I was startled, but not too started to respond. I opened my own lips and let the sweet little girl french-kiss me. It was heavenly.

We kissed that way for at least a minute or so, a long time! My eyes were closed, my tongue exploring her small mouth. I nearly lost myself in the moment, almost began to believe I was with one of the young girls at the orgy in Vermont and that I could do whatever I wanted with this child.

But then I remembered where I was: I was babysitting, doing a job for someone, and I had a responsibility. I pulled away, wiping my mouth.

I looked at Chelsea. She was grinning at me, her pink lips shiny and wet.

“Who, uh… where… who, who taught you to kiss like that?” I stammered.

“My mom.”

“Your mom??” My eyes must have been like saucers.

She nodded, her eyes twinkling.

“Not, like, another babysitter or someone?”

“Uh-uh, my mommy.”

“Wow. Um, okay, well, you get to sleep now, honey, all right?”

Chelsea nodded again, turning onto her side, laying her head on her hands, closing her eyes. I kissed her softly on the cheek and left the room, turning off the lamp but leaving the door open a crack.

Back in the living room, I sat on the sofa, shaking my head and marveling at what had just happened. It felt so amazingly nice to kiss her that way. She was really good at it. And she had learned it from her mommy!!

I took a deep breath, checking my watch. It was only about 9:30. I’d brought a book with me to read, and Dana did have some DVDs I could watch, comedies and adventure movies I liked. Or I could snoop around if I wanted to. But that didn’t seem like such a good idea. It also didn’t seem very necessary. I couldn’t imagine finding anything more surprising or more exciting than what I’d already discovered about sexy Dana and her little girl.

There was at least one other thing I could do, of course. I could masturbate. That seemed like a very good idea, considering how turned on I was after kissing Chelsea that way.

I began rubbing myself over the outside of my jeans but didn’t do any more than that right away. First I wanted to be sure she was asleep and wouldn’t be getting up to come and find me or anything. For about ten minutes I sat on the couch, gently stroking my crotch, thinking about Chelsea, remembering the feel of her lips on mine, her tongue in my mouth. I could tell my pussy was getting very wet inside.

Finally I got up and tiptoed down the hall to her room, quietly pushing the door open so I could get a look at her. She appeared to be sound asleep. I went and stood by her bed, still rubbing myself on the outside of my jeans. I was very tempted to do something more with her, but I didn’t. I just watched her sleeping.

Then I left the room, pulling her door closed almost all the way, and went back to the sofa. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pushed my hand inside my panties. My pussy was soaked, so wet that I was surprised it hadn’t leaked through my jeans yet.

I slid my fingers up and down, feeling the thrill when I rubbed the slippery skin over my clit. Parting my lips, I pressed a finger down inside, deep down, into my heated center. I groaned in pleasure, then rubbed my clit some more.

It felt so good touching myself that way. I knew I would be able to come pretty quickly. I thought about taking off my jeans, or at least pushing them down around my knees, but I didn’t want to take a chance in case Dana came home unexpectedly. I figured this way I could zip up quickly if I heard her coming in and not get caught. Maybe.

Taking my hand out of my panties, I tasted myself. So nice, so very nice. I loved the taste of my pussy. I wondered if Chelsea would like it too. That gave me a dirty idea, something to think about, if nothing else.

Closing my eyes, I fantasized that after I gave myself an orgasm, I went to her bedroom and rubbed my wet fingers over her lips, coating them with my juices, even slipping my fingers between her lips, into her mouth, letting the 7-year-old girl taste me as she slept.

That fantasy made me come right away. I remembered to be quiet, not to wake her up, and the effort of restraining my moans and groans seemed to make my climax even more intense. By the time I was done, I was sweating and my fingers were drenched.

I licked my fingers clean, which took a while. It was so enjoyable doing that, I decided to masturbate again. I soon came a second time, and not long after that, a third time. When I was through, after lots of exciting fantasies and three wonderful orgasms, it was almost 11:00 o’clock. That was a very pleasant way to spend an evening!

I cleaned up, washing my hands in the bathroom, and checked on Chelsea again. Still fast asleep. Then I went back to the sofa, got out my book, and read until Dana came home at about 12:45.

“How did everything go?” she asked, displaying that big smile I loved.

“It was great,” I told her. “No problems. Chelsea’s a little doll.”

“Yes, she is, or at least I think so,” she chuckled. “Anyway, I’m glad you like her. Would you mind staying with her again some time? Maybe like next weekend?”

“Sure, um, you mean on Friday?”

“Yeah, Friday is usually when I go out. If I can find a babysitter that is. It’s been hard for me to get someone I feel like I can trust, you know?”

I nodded, though I wasn’t really sure what she meant.

“So, how much is it?” she asked, opening her wallet. “Like, $10 an hour, or something?”

“Yeah, I, well… I don’t really have any set rates or anything. Just whatever you think is right.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet.”

Suddenly she gave me a big hug, pressing her body against mine. I could smell her perfume, along with cigarette smoke and maybe some sweat. The hug was warm and tight. I didn’t know quite what to do, so I just sort of hugged her gently in return.

For a second I thought she might kiss me too, maybe even kiss me the way her daughter had said she kissed her. That would be awesome! But she didn’t. She stepped back, her hands on my shoulders, smiling at me.

She’d taken off her heels, so she was shorter than I was. She probably weighed less than I did too, and I was still under 100 pounds. It felt weird being hugged by an adult who was smaller than me. But I liked it, and I liked Dana. I liked her a lot.

Apparently the feeling was mutual.

“I like you, Julie. I’m so glad we met. It feels like you and me have something in common, kind of like we’re twin souls or something.”

We were? I wasn’t sure about that, but it was nice of her to say it anyway.

She took $60 from her wallet. “Is this enough? I’d really like to give you more, but, you know, things are kind of tight right now.”

The look on Dana’s face was so adorable. Like she wanted to please me, gain my approval. I could see myself falling for her very easily.

“Yeah, sure, of course it’s fine. But, um, you don’t have to give me that much if you don’t want to. If it’s like, hard, I mean, or something.”

“Oh, you angel.”

This time she did kiss me. Not a long kiss, and her lips stayed closed, but a nice little kiss, right on my mouth.

She gave me the $60 and said next time she would try to give me more. I assured her that was plenty. Then I called my mom, and a few minutes later we were on our way home.

“So, how was it?” Mommy asked. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, it was fine, definitely. I like Chelsea, um, and I like Dana too. She’s nice.”

“She seems to be.” My mother patted my leg.

We rode the rest of the way in silence. I was thinking about Dana, of course, about the way she’d hugged me and the quick little kiss she’d given me. I was also thinking about Chelsea and the long wet kiss we had shared.

That was so amazing, the little girl kissing me that way. It was like a dream. Maybe that’s why I didn’t say anything to my mom about it that night, because it seemed like something that couldn’t actually have happened in real life. Maybe I wouldn’t believe it myself unless it happened again.

Continue on to Chapter 70

By Naughty Mommy

Now began a new phase in my life with Amanda.

Every single night before bed she would ‘masturbate’ — that is, I would rub her with my hand and bring her to orgasm. Sometimes, but not always, this included penetration. There were times when we took it fairly slow, when I could have fun exploring her little pussy with my fingers, seeing how far I could reach inside her vagina without causing pain. (My daughter’s hymen was still intact, and I was content for the time being to leave it that way.) There were many nights, though, when she was so excited and so eager that all I had to do was simply hold my hand in one position while she frantically humped herself against it. She could quickly reach climax doing that and was capable of repeated orgasms.

Our standard approach at this point was for Amanda to lie on her stomach and for me to reach between her legs from behind and stimulate her. I would usually masturbate too, of course, trying to come at about the same time as she did. Sometimes I would fuck her leg and bring myself to orgasm that way. If she finished before me, which happened a lot, she would often turn on her side to watch while I rubbed my clit. I loved having her watch me. But during this period, she never reached climax by rubbing herself (or at least not while I was with her). It was always my hand on her pussy.

My little girl’s sexual exuberance was incredibly arousing to me. Even if I came while I was ‘helping’ her, as I did most nights, I would still be so turned on after tucking her into bed and saying goodnight that I would have to masturbate again in my own bed. I was having more orgasms than at any time in my entire life, and loving it!

Then one Saturday morning, something else happened.

As I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee, Amanda came up to me and said, “Mommy, can I only masturbate at night?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, do people only ever masturbate at night, or do they do it in the day too sometimes?”

“Well, it’s mostly done at night, I suppose. But there’s really no reason” — then suddenly it dawned on me — “why are you asking?”

“Because, can we do it now?”

And so it turned out that on Saturdays and Sundays, she and I would enjoy several sessions during the day as well as before going to bed at night. I didn’t mind this at all, of course.

I’d never seen Amanda so happy. She seemed to be smiling all the time, and she became extremely affectionate with me, always kissing her mother, always wanting to hold my hand or have her arm around me. Even when we weren’t having sex, if we were watching TV or something, her body was always very close to mine. It was so cute.

That’s how we moved on to the next phase. We were sitting together on the sofa on a Friday night at about 9:00 o’clock. I had my arm around my little girl and she had one leg hooked over mine. I was wearing a loose dress, with no bra and just a pair of panties. Amanda was in boxer shorts and a t-shirt. We had just finished watching a sexy movie, Lost and Delirious, and we were both very turned on.

Up until then, when she wanted to ‘masturbate’, we had always gone into Amanda’s room to do it, even on the weekends during the day. But as the closing credits rolled, my daughter took my hand and placed it between her legs. She then held her hand over mine and started moving it up and down, showing me her desires. I was surprised, but also highly aroused. She had never been this aggressive before.

Amanda was grinning at me. She was so beautiful. I returned her smile and asked, “Do you want to go to your bedroom now?”

In reply, she simply shook her head. And then she did something else she had never done before. She put her hand behind my head and pulled my face down to hers. We had kissed many times while we were having sex, or at least I had often kissed her. Sometimes when we were finished, we would kiss on the lips, but never with open mouths using our tongues.

On this special night, though, apparently inspired by the racy movie (which featured a lot of hot girl-on-girl kissing), Amanda pressed her mouth against mine, and then… I felt her tongue, probing… I parted my lips, and my daughter and I shared our first mature sensual kiss. It was wet, exciting, sloppy, even a little awkward since it was our first time trying. But it was heavenly.

And in the meantime, as we kissed, I was rubbing her pussy through her thin cotton boxer shorts. We continued kissing, and I slipped my hand inside her shorts. She was wearing nothing underneath. I felt her smooth labia, so delicious, so inviting. And as I eased my hand down a little further, I found moisture. She was very wet.

Without breaking the kiss, I turned my body and started sliding back until I was reclining fully on the sofa. She followed my movements, and then she was lying on top of me. This was definitely something new for us. I spread my legs wide apart. I wanted to feel her warm body pressing into my crotch. I was going to grab her bottom and pull her tightly against me, but as soon as I started to remove my hand from her shorts, she stopped me. “No, Mommy, don’t! Keep your hand there!”

“What?

“Keep your hand right there, okay?” She held my wrist firmly, and started moving her pussy against my fingers. It was similar to the way she would fuck my hand at night when she ‘masturbated’, except now she was on top of me. And we were kissing.

After making sure I wouldn’t take my hand away again, Amanda held my face in her hands and pressed her lips onto mine. Her mouth was open, her tongue playing with my tongue, the way we’d seen the girls in the movie. She was also arching her pelvis again and again, thrusting her hot young sex against my hand. She was so wet my fingers easily slid between her labia. She held me, kissed me, fucked my hand, moving faster and faster, moaning, sighing, and then suddenly she was coming —

“Eeeeh-ahh!!” my daughter squealed, louder than I’d ever heard her before. This was a big one. A very strong climax.

She lifted herself up, planting her hands on the sofa, straightening her arms. She threw her head back. Her eyes were closed, her face contorted with orgasmic passion. For a second she froze in that position, and then she started moving again, moving her pussy against my hand.

I looked at her in amazement. What a child she was! So sweet and innocent, and yet so sexually energetic, so enthusiastic in her desire for pleasure. My little girl fucked my hand again, my fingers sliding up and down between the slippery folds of her labia, until she had a second climax, and then a third, each accompanied by loud cries and copious juices. My hand was soaked.

Finally she was exhausted. She collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. I wrapped my arms around her and my legs too. I kissed her sweaty cheek, hugged her tightly, told her how much I loved her. I actually felt tears in my eyes, I was so happy, so in love with her — yes, I was in love with her, that was it. I was deeply in love with my own daughter. And I was as happy as I could possibly be.

I held her a long time. Gradually her breathing slowed.

Earlier I’d removed my hand from her boxer shorts, and now while she rested I licked my fingers, loving the flavor of my little girl’s pussy juice. My dress was hiked up around my waist, my legs spread wide apart. Amanda’s slim body was nestled against my crotch. God, it was so wonderful, so perfect.

I stroked her back and caressed her little bottom through her shorts. I nuzzled her neck, kissing her and licking her, tasting the salty sweat. I never wanted to move again. I was exactly where I wanted to be, my daughter on top of me, swooning in post-orgasmic bliss. I hugged her close, tears of joy in my eyes.

After a time, she stirred. She raised her head, giving me a soft smile. Her lovely blue eyes were hooded, languorous. She licked her lips.

“Mommy, that was nice. But, um, is it okay what we did? I mean, kissing and stuff like that?”

“Well, what do you think?” I asked. “Is it okay with you?”

“Yeah,” her eyes brightened. “I liked it!”

“So did I,” I chuckled. “I liked it very much. And I think it was perfectly okay.”

“Good.” She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then added, “So, um, do you wanna do it now? Masturbate? Cuz you didn’t do it yet, did you?”

“No, I didn’t.” I shook my head. “I was too busy taking care of you. Which I loved.”

She grinned and giggled, “Me too.” And then she started to shift off of me, apparently to make room so I could play with myself.

But I stopped her. “Wait, don’t go too far.”

I positioned her so that she was resting atop my thigh, her little pussy pressing against my leg through her thin boxers. “I was thinking that maybe you could help me this time.”

Amanda frowned. “What do you mean? You can do it yourself, can’t you?”

“Sure I can, sweetie,” I smiled. “But it might be fun to try it this way. You just put your hand inside my panties, the same way I had my hand inside your shorts. Okay?”

I took her hand and slid it inside my panties. I knew she could feel how wet I was. I watched her closely to gauge her reaction. She had never touched me this way before.

Her eyes went wide as I pressed her fingers into my warm slit. She cocked her head to the side like a little puppy, frowning again — and then suddenly her face lit up, a lightbulb switching on.

“Oh!!! You mean I can help you?!”

“Yes, of course.”

“Ooh, neat! I never thought of that!” She was glowing. “But, like, how do I do it? Show me, Mom.”

“Okay, well, you know, you just slide your hand up and down, like this.” I held her hand in mine, moving it the way I described.

“Right, okay… but… Mommy?”

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“Well, I mean, is at all right if I take off your panties, so I can see?”

Was it all right? Absolutely it was! “Yes, of course, baby girl. You go ahead and take off Mommy’s panties.”

I raised my bottom, enjoying the sight of my sexy little daughter tugging my panties over my hips and then down my legs and off. On impulse, I sat up and lifted my loose dress over my head, tossing it away.

“Why don’t you do it too?” I proposed. “Take off your clothes.”

“Okay!” She giggled, whipping off her shirt, then wriggling out of her boxers. Now we were both totally nude.

Amanda put her hand over her mouth, laughing. “This is funny!”

“What is?”

“Being naked in the living room.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah, it’s cool. We shoulda done this before.”

“Okay, so, now that you can see everything — do you want to try to help me?”

“Sure, um… where was I?”

“Well, first, sit on my leg again, like you were before.”

She climbed back on top of me, her warm juicy sex nestling against my bare thigh. She looked down at her crotch. I had to admit, it was quite a sight, a young girl’s hairless pussy straddling a grown woman’s leg — her mother’s leg!

“This feels good,” she grinned. And then she began moving a little bit, sliding back and forth. “Is it okay, Mommy, if I do this, the way you do on me sometimes?”

“Yes, of course it is, sweetheart. It’s just fine.”

“Good. I like doing it. It feels really good.” She humped me a little faster.

“All right, now, let me have your hand again.” She held it out, and I placed it between my legs, parting my labia, pressing her fingers into my slit. I was extremely wet.

“You can help Mommy masturbate, the way I help you.”

“Okay.”

“Just slide your hand up and down.” I moved her hand with mine. “That’s good… and then, you can rub the clitoris, up here, remember how I showed you?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, her eyes opening wide as I moved her fingers over my engorged clit. I was certain she could feel the stiff nub beneath her fingertips.

“Mmm, that’s right, baby. That feels good. You rub Mommy just like that.”

“Okay.”

Leaning my head back, I closed my eyes and savored the sensation as I guided her, rubbing her lubricated fingers over my clit again and again. My 10-year-old daughter was touching me, masturbating me, and it felt so good. I didn’t have the slightest twinge of guilt. She and I loved each other deeply and we were showing that love, warmly giving each other affection. What could possibly be wrong with that?

She was moving faster on my leg now, making little moaning sounds. Raising my other hand to my mouth, I wetted my fingertips, then spun little circles at the end of my erect nipples. I could feel my excitement beginning to build, that swirling swelling heated crescendo that told me an orgasm was near. I was getting close very fast. But I needed something more. I needed to feel Amanda’s fingers inside me.

Still holding her hand, I moved it slowly down inside my slit until the tips of her fingers reached the entrance to my vagina. I opened my eyes again so I could see how she would respond to what I wanted.

She was staring at my cunt and humping my leg.

“Can you… put your finger inside Mommy?” I asked. “Like I do with you sometimes?”

“Okay.” Amanda’s voice was hoarse, choked with incestuous arousal. As her fingers began to explore the silky wetness of her mother’s sex, she swallowed, then licked her lips. Tentatively she slid her middle finger into my vagina, but not very far, only an inch or so. Her eyes went wide.

“Mommy, it’s so… it’s so soft and warm, and… and so nice!”

“Yes, it is. But you don’t have to worry about hurting me or anything, honey. You can put your finger in as far as you want, and it will only feel better for me, I promise.”

“Okay.” She pushed her finger in further, maybe up to the second knuckle. “Wow… this is so great. I love how it feels!”

“So do I, baby. I love having you fuck me.”

Her head whipped around, her eyes goggling. “Is that what I’m doing?”

“Yes, little girl, that’s what you’re doing. You’re fucking Mommy with your finger, and I love it. Remember that first day when I told you that using naughty words sometimes makes it more exciting?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, I love saying that. It makes me very, very excited. I love it when you fuck me with your finger, Amanda. I want you to fuck me hard and make me come.”

She grinned and said, “Wow, Mommy, this is… this is amazing!” Then she looked at my crotch again. She was moving her finger slowly in and out of my cunt, still much too tentatively.

“Can you do it faster now, sweetie? Faster and harder? And deeper?” I wanted to come so badly.

“I’ll try.”

She frowned, concentrating as she put all her effort into pressing her middle finger up inside me as far as it would go.

I groaned, “Oh my god yes! That feels so fucking good! Do it harder now, baby, and faster!”

“All right.” She slid the finger into me again, pulled it out, and pushed it in again.

“Yes! Yes! Do it for me now, little girl! Fuck Mommy’s cunt! Fuck me hard!”

My frenzied reactions made her bolder. She was sliding her finger in and out of my slippery pussy faster and faster now, in rhythm with the way she was fucking my leg, harder and harder. And then, without even being asked, she inserted a second finger, pumping them both deep inside me again and again and again. I was delirious with lust.

“God baby fuck Mommy! Fuck Mommy hard! Make Mommy come!!”

And then I did come. I exploded into orgasm, my hands grabbing my daughter’s wrist, pulling her toward me, forcing her fingers into me still more deeply.

I was also dimly aware, even as I climaxed volcanically, that someone else was climaxing at the same time. With her fingers deep inside her mother’s cunt, my daughter was now coming on my leg, her little pussy gushing hot juices that spilled over my thigh.

* * *

The next morning I made my decision. We were going. I’d already put in for the time off from work (I had plenty of vacation coming), and I was sure we could afford it, if just barely. It might be an expensive trip, but that didn’t matter — it really felt to me like the time was right for us.

So I went online and made all the arrangements. And later that day, as we were cooling down from another one of our Saturday afternoon specials, helping each other to ‘masturbate’, I told Amanda the good news.

“Guess what, honey.”

“What?”

“I’ve decided that you and me are going on a very special vacation.”

“Really? Where?”

“Well, do you know where San Diego is?”

Her eyes went wide. “You mean like the San Diego Zoo?”

“That’s right,” I nodded, “and —”

She let out a whoop and threw her arms around my neck, hugging me and kissing me, repeating, “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, thank you!!”

After a minute or two of this, she pulled away long enough to ask, “When are we going?”

“We leave five days from today.”

“When?”

“Next Thursday, the day after school is out, so —”

“Mommy, that’s awesome!” And I got another long round of hugs and kisses. She really is the most wonderful child.

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And what fun we had! Even the first day after we arrived was enough to convince me that I’d made the right decision.

I’d been able to find a motel close to the beach, not right on it, but close enough that it was only a short walk, and well within our budget — especially since Amanda and I were sharing a room, a room with only one bed of course. I’d also decided to drive down to save on airfare and so we’d have a car while we were there. That took most of a day, driving from Sacramento to San Diego, but it wasn’t too bad.

Then the next day — wow, amazing! — a beautiful beach, perfect weather, gorgeous scenery, and so many unbelievably hot girls in tiny bathing suits. I was loving it! Amanda was positively beside herself. This was her first visit to a sunny white sand beach, right on the ocean, and she was in heaven. I knew she loved to swim, but I was surprised to see how eagerly she took to the waves and the surf. We played in the water, built sandcastles, just had the best time ever.

We spent our second day, Saturday, at the zoo, and it was spectacular as well. Everything I’d hoped for and more. It wasn’t cheap, but I didn’t mind that. We learned a lot, and had so much fun.

I haven’t mentioned it yet, but of course every night in our motel room my daughter and I ‘masturbated’ together — meaning I fucked her little pussy and she fucked mine and we had many many incredible orgasms. We were as happy as could be.

Their story continues… HERE

By Naughty Mommy

I slept late the next day. My mom got up before me, taking a shower, washing and drying her hair, packing up her things and most of mine. At about 10:00, she came and sat on the bed beside me, waking me.

“Sweetheart, time to get up. We’ve got a plane to catch.” She gave me a little kiss on the cheek.

I’d wondered if I would have any kind of hangover or whatever from the marijuana when I woke up, but I didn’t. I felt fresh and alert. My body was still a bit tired from all the exertion of the night before, but my mind was clear.

After giving my mother a nice hug, being careful not to muss her hair or her makeup, I took a quick shower myself. I really needed one after the amount of body oil they’d used, not to mention all the pussy juice and saliva and everything else that had been all over me.

While I was washing, I rubbed my soapy fingers on my clit, making my pussy warm and tingly again. I didn’t bring myself to climax, but I felt a pleasant throbbing in my crotch as I slipped into my undies and my red dress. My mom and I went downstairs for breakfast, finding Logan and Diana still there, but not Shannon and her girls. They’d already left.

We got big hugs from Cassia and Delia (Olympia wasn’t there), along with pretty Diana and her mother, and soon we were on our way again.

As we drove, I dug my sexual diary out of my backpack and started making notes about all the things I could recall from the party. It took me quite a while, filling many pages, and I’m sure I still left a lot out. I mean, nobody could possibly remember all the wild stuff that happened that night. I did my best, though.

By the time I was finished, we were more than halfway back to Boston. I put the diary away with a satisfied sigh and gazed out the window at the scenery.

While I’d been writing my notes, my mom had not said much. She could see that I was busy with something and didn’t interrupt. She also didn’t ask me what I was working on. I suppose she figured we’re all entitled to keep some things private. I wouldn’t have minded letting her know about my diary, or even showing it to her, but she didn’t inquire and I didn’t say anything about it.

Now that I’d finished with that, though, I started thinking again about what it all meant, about what we would say to Kate and Molly when we got back, about how things might change between all of us.

I thought about the little lesbian families we had met at the Sapphic Retreat, like Nicole and her girls, Katherine and her two daughters, and all the others. What was it like for them at home, I wondered. Did they sleep in the same bed at night? Did they have friends they played around with sometimes? Kids from school they would bring home for sexual adventures?

I felt myself getting turned on again as I imagined what they might do, especially when I began to think about what it would be like for us to seduce some of my friends or Kate’s friends or Molly’s little friends. Ooh, yes, like Emily and Riley. That would be so great, and maybe even their moms too!

“What are you thinking about, honey?”

I realized then that I was gently rubbing myself, the heel of my hand pressing into my pussy on the outside of my dress and panties. I gave my mother a sheepish grin. “I can’t stop touching myself. I’m insatiable.”

“Yes,” she chuckled, patting my knee. “That’s one of the things I love about you.”

“But um, I was thinking about, like, the moms and daughters we met this weekend, and what it’s like for them at home. You know, if they have friends they play around with, I mean, other moms and daughters, maybe from their school or something, that they have sex with. Do you think they might?”

“Sure, I suppose it’s possible. Like us, though, I would imagine they try to be very careful, think wisely about the people they choose to bring into their circle.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

We drove a few miles more in silence. Then I asked, “Mommy, um, do you think, I mean, are there actually a lot of mothers and daughters who, you know, who are lesbian lovers? Who have sex with each other?”

She thought about it, before shrugging, “Well, that depends on what you mean by a lot. As you discovered this weekend, you and I are not the only mom and daughter who are interested in such things. I think it’s actually fairly common for mothers to have sexual fantasies about their daughters. I’ve been in touch with a good number of women online who share those kinds of longings with me.”

“You have?”

“Yes, I have.” She turned and smiled, giving me a wink.

“Wow…”

“On the other hand, the number of women who actually do something about those feelings, who act on their desires for their daughters, is probably fairly small. I don’t know the percentage, but I’d guess it’s no more than one in ten, maybe less.”

“Huh.”

I thought about that for a while. Then I said, “So, the friends you have, I guess, online, who are moms and have fantasies about their daughters, do any of them do anything?”

“Yes, a few. At least they say they do. You can never be sure, of course, that what someone is telling you in chat or email is real or if it’s only what they’re wishing was true.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“But I think I can usually tell, and I know quite a few moms who say they are sexually active with their daughters, and I believe them.”

“Are they all, like, just, online friends? Or do you know anyone where we live?”

She looked at me again, a twinkle in her eye. “What makes you ask that?”

“Well,” I grinned, “I was thinking if we could do something like they have in Vermont, how cool that would be. You know, like a club for moms and daughters or something. But not people from far away, people right where we live.”

“Yes, that would be nice.”

After that it was quiet again for a long time.

* * *

We had about a half hour wait before boarding our flight at the airport. Most of the travelers were either older people or business types. There were only a few families. Among them, though, was a very pretty blonde woman, maybe about 30, with two cute daughters, around 9 and 7 years old. As far as I could tell, there was no dad with them. They attracted my attention right away, of course, and my mother’s too. She took my hand and squeezed it as we looked at the appealing little family.

The younger daughter, active and energetic, was in a darling dress, pastel pink and very short, with two rows of white buttons down the front and a white belt around the waist. She was a blonde with curly hair, a lot like Molly’s. Her big sister, whose hair was darker and straighter, wore a denim miniskirt along with tennis shoes and a long-sleeved t-shirt. She seemed more quiet and pensive. Their attractive mother was dressed in tan slacks and a blue v-neck sweater, both very tight-fitting, showing off her splendid figure.

I got on my knees in the seat, leaning close to my mom, and asked, “Which one would you want first? The younger girl, the older one, or their mommy?”

Shifting her view away from them, toward me, she whispered, “Why not all three at the same time? Along with you and Kate and Molly, of course.”

“God, yeah… that would be so awesome.” It was exciting to picture us in bed with them, two naked women and five naked girls, exploring each other’s bodies. I could feel my pussy getting wet.

I’d hoped that when we got on the plane we might be sitting close to the pretty mom and her daughters, but they ended up in the back while we were near the front. There were three seats in the row on our side, with the third seat left unoccupied. I sat by the window and my mom sat on the aisle. We held hands as the jet accelerated down the runway and then lifted into the air.

That sexy image of me and my sisters and my mother fooling around with the young family we’d been ogling was really turning me on. I squeezed my thighs together, stimulating my clit. As soon the fasten seatbelt sign was turned off, I changed seats, moving into the middle one next to my mom. I held her arm and brought my lips to her ear.

“I love seeing you with little girls, Mommy. Like with Laura, or maybe with that girl we just saw, the younger one. How old do you think she was?”

“Probably, I don’t know, 7 or so?”

“Yeah. She was cute. Wouldn’t you like to get her naked, and then lick her all over?”

“Mmm, yes, of course I would.” My mother crossed her legs, placing one knee over the other. She was in a short pleated skirt, navy blue. I saw her clench her thighs together, as I had done. She lifted my hand to my mouth and gently kissed my fingers.

“Do you like licking little girls?” I asked. “Tasting their pussies?”

“Julie, honey,” she warned, with a smile, “you really shouldn’t be saying things like that, not here, in public.”

“I know, but I can’t help it. You’re so sexy and I love seeing you with little girls.”

“Yes, but…” she gave me a half-serious frown. “Let’s talk about it sometime later, not now.”

I could tell my mom was just as turned on as I was. I really enjoyed teasing her this way.

Looking across the aisle, I saw that the only other person in our row, a heavyset older woman traveling alone, had her seat pushed back and her eyes closed. She appeared to be asleep. The flight attendants were busy at the back of the plane, getting the refreshment carts ready or something. No one would see what I was going to do next.

My mother was wearing a white blouse with long sleeves. It was partially sheer. A lacy feminine camisole was visible beneath the blouse. She didn’t have a bra on that day, so her stiff nipples stood out plainly. I put my hand over her breast, squeezing it and pinching the nipple.

“Stop that! You’re being very bad,” she glared, quickly taking my hand away.

I giggled. “Okay, I’ll stop. For now, anyway.”

After a few seconds I said, “I need to use the restroom.” I got up and slid past her into the aisle, walking to the tiny lavatory at the front of the plane. When I returned, I was no longer wearing any panties. They were tucked into a pocket of my dress.

Sitting down again, I reached into my backpack and took out a paperback novel I’d brought along. I opened it, and as I pretended to read, casually crossed my own legs. Unlike my mom, however, I did not put one knee over the other. I laid my ankle on my knee, letting my red dress slide halfway up my bare thigh.

I noticed my mother looking at me, at my legs. Turning a page in the book, I ‘accidentally’ pulled my dress up even further, almost to the top of my thighs. You couldn’t quite see my crotch yet, not quite. I waited for a minute, pretending to read, then turned another page.

Mommy put her hand on my thigh, leaving it there. To someone who didn’t know about us, it might have appeared completely innocent: a mother affectionately resting her hand on her young daughter’s leg, nothing unusual about that. But I felt a slight pressure in her touch, a meaningful squeeze. She wanted me.

“It’s kind of cold in here,” I said softly. Uncrossing my legs, I took one of the small blankets provided by the airline and arranged it over my lap. I opened another blanket and placed it over my mom’s lap. Now our hands could go where they wanted, unseen.

I picked up my paperback and held it open again with one hand as though I was reading. I put my other hand under the blankets, laying it over my mother’s hand which was still resting on my thigh. Very, very slowly, I eased her fingers upward and inward, sliding them over my bare skin, gradually bringing them closer to my crotch.

She was starting to breathe faster. I felt her fingers trembling beneath mine. I looked up at her face. Her head was leaning back against the headrest. Her eyes were closed. It looked almost as if she was napping. But I saw her licking her lips, and I could tell, the way her chest rose and fell, that she was very aroused.

I moved slightly forward in the seat, spreading my legs farther apart. I eased my mom’s hand in just a little more, and then she was touching me. For a moment, I thought she might pull away, might decide this game had gone far enough. But she didn’t. She let her fingers caress my pussy lips beneath the blanket. I was wet and slippery. It was easy for her to slide a finger between my lips, to find my swollen clit.

In spite of myself, I groaned, arching my back. My mother opened her eyes and looked down at me, giving a slight shake of her head, cautioning me to be quiet. But she left her fingers where they were.

It was hard for me to keep still as I mimed reading my novel. Mommy’s finger pressed in on my clit, gliding up and down over it, really just the tiniest of motions but enough to get me tremendously excited.

I looked at my mother’s chest. I wanted to open her blouse, pull up her camisole, start sucking her hard nipples. Right here in the plane, in front of everyone, I wanted to have lesbian sex with my mom.

Coming up the aisle from behind us, a flight attendant with a cart was getting closer. She was about three rows away now. My mother kept rubbing me, masturbating me. Her eyes met mine, a smoky look, showing her lust. She licked her lips. God, she was so hot!

The attendant came to the row just behind ours. Mommy rubbed my clit harder and faster. I was quivering, panting, almost there. Could I actually climax, really have an orgasm with all these passengers around us, a flight attendant only a few feet away?

At the last second, just before I came and just before the woman in the airline uniform pulled her cart up to our row, looking down at us and smiling, my mom removed her hand from my pussy and out from under the blanket, lifting it to her mouth. She quickly sucked on her middle finger, the one that had been rubbing my clit, and then, just as the flight attendant turned to us, my mother took her hand from her mouth and laid it in her lap, underneath her other hand. She smiled at the attendant.

My mom had coffee and I had a Coke. Later we ate some little snacks that they brought, just cashews and pretzels and things like that. Before long, the plane was heading down, and then we were at the airport, back to our own car, and on our way home. Mommy used her cell phone to call Grandpa Ray, letting him know when we’d arrive, asking how my sisters were and how everything had gone. Apparently it was all fine.

At around 5:30, we pulled into our driveway. Molly came running out the front door to greet us, Kate not far behind. We hot big hugs from them and from my grandparents as well. After we took our bags inside and up to our rooms, Grandpa Ray said he wanted to treat us all to dinner. He did, except once again we went to that horrid buffet place where he always took us.

But I guess that was okay. It didn’t take very long, at least, and when we were done, they said goodbye to us in the parking lot and started their three-hour drive home. I was glad they weren’t staying any longer.

* * *

As I was unpacking that night, Kate came into my room. She sat down on my bed, grinning at me. “Did you guys have fun? Did you get laid?”

I chuckled and felt my face reddening. But I nodded, “Yeah, we did. And yeah, I did.”

“Really?”

My sister bounced up onto her knees on the bed. She was barefoot, wearing shorts and a tight tank top with no bra. At dinner, she’d had another shirt over the tank top, but now you could clearly see her little button nipples poking through the thin fabric.

“Tell me all about it!”

“Well, um, okay.”

Inside my suitcase, I discovered two pairs of undies that didn’t belong to me. They were from Brandi and Emma. I smiled as I lifted them out, holding them up to look at them.

“Know what these are?” I asked Kate.

“Duh. Panties.”

“Yeah, but they’re not mine. You’ll never guess where I got them.”

“Really? Whose are they?”

“Well, these,” I began, brandishing the pair that had belonged to Emma, “are from a woman I met in Vermont, a woman I had sex with. I licked her pussy and she licked mine. Her name was Emma.”

“No fooling?”

“No fooling. She was so hot, Kate, a redhead with nice legs and such a pretty pussy. God, I loved licking her.”

“No way. No way. Are you telling me the truth, Julie?”

“Yes, I really am,” I giggled. I held up the other pair of undies. “And these are from Emma’s daughter, Brandi. She was 12 years old, like me. I licked her too.”

“Oh man, no way!” Kate exclaimed.

Sitting beside her on the bed, taking her hands in mine, I gushed, “Katie, it was so so totally great. They had this big party for us, all these, I mean —” and then I hesitated “— well, maybe we should tell you together, both me and Mommy. I want to make sure it’s okay.”

She grabbed my shoulders, shaking me. Her eyes were wild. “No, tell me now! I want to hear it!”

Just then our mother came to the room.

“You want to hear what?” she smiled, leaning against the door jamb, crossing her arms and her ankles.

We looked at her. She was so sexy in her heels, her short pleated skirt, her white blouse.

Kate frowned. “Julie’s being mean. She won’t tell me what you guys did. About a party or something.”

“Oh, okay,” Mommy nodded. “We did agree that we would tell you about it. But I’m sure Julie’s not trying to be mean. She just wants to be careful not to say anything I wouldn’t want her to say.”

“That’s right,” I confirmed.

My sister was still frowning. “I know, but…”

Looking at her watch, Mommy said, “Let me get Molly into bed first, okay? You finish unpacking, Julie, and then, about 9:00, why don’t you two come to my room and we can have a nice conversation about our trip. We can’t stay up too late, there’s school tomorrow, but we’ll let you know what we did. All right, Katie?”

“Sure, okay,” Kate nodded. “I’m sorry for getting upset.”

Our mother stepped over to the bed. Putting her hand under Kate’s chin, she raised her face and kissed her on the lips. “It’s all right, pumpkin, I understand,” she smiled.

As she turned and headed for the door, she said over her shoulder. “You guys get ready for bed now too. And I’ll see you at 9:00.”

* * *

A half hour later, Kate and I entered our mother’s room, hand in hand, shutting the door behind us. We were both wearing big t-shirts and we’d decided together not to have any undies on, just in case things got fun.

Mommy wasn’t in her bedroom, but the light was on in her bathroom, and through the open door we could hear water running in the sink. She was probably washing her face or brushing her teeth or something like that. We sat on the bed and waited for her.

When she came striding in from the bathroom, she was completely naked. Such a beautiful woman, with an amazing body — long legs, trim waist, nice round boobs, and a gorgeous face. We were so lucky!

“Hey, kiddos!” she smiled. “Right on time, huh?”

We nodded.

“Okay, hop in bed. Take off your shirts, though, because I want to be able to look at you when we talk about all this stuff.”

Kate grinned at me. Giggling, we quickly stripped off our t-shirts and dropped them on the floor, then climbed into her bed.

Mommy went to her vanity and picked up a bottle of perfume. She sprayed a little on her neck, on her breasts, in her pubic hair. It was my favorite perfume, the one that always made me think sexy thoughts about her. Then she got in bed with us, taking a spot in the middle.

We were sitting up, leaning on pillows against the headboard, the covers at about the top of our thighs, leaving our pussies exposed. Our mother looked back and forth at us, a huge smile on her face. “Girls, I am so happy. I feel just great. How about you? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, awesome,” I nodded.

“Sure, I feel fine,” Kate agreed. “But you guys must have had a really good time on your trip. You’re both just like, I don’t know, flying high or something.”

“Well, we did get pretty high on Saturday night,” Mommy laughed, “didn’t we, Julie?”

“Yeah, we did,” I giggled.

“What do you mean?” Kate frowned. “Tell me.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” our mother patted her thigh, then leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “No more secrets. We’ll tell you about everything we did, all right? Everything you want to know. It might take a while, though, because, well, we did a lot. If we run out of time tonight, we can continue tomorrow night. But I promise you, darling, we won’t leave anything out. We’ll tell you whatever it is you want to know.”

My sister seemed satisfied with that.

“Katie girl, you know I love you, and Julie does too. In fact, we talked about you while we were away. She told me how much she cares about you, how close she feels to you. Didn’t you, honey?” she asked, turning to me.

“Um, yeah, I did. I, well, I told Mommy that I never wanted to keep secrets from you because we always tell each other everything. Because, like, we’re really close and stuff, and um, and because I really love you.”

“Aww…” Kate looked down at her hands, grinning bashfully.

“That’s nice,” our mother smiled, “it’s wonderful that you two are so close. It makes me very happy.”

She took a deep breath, and I did too. I loved the smell of her perfume. I loved being in bed with her. I loved seeing her bare breasts right in front of me. I loved her!

“All right, let’s start at the beginning,” Mommy said. “First, Kate, we didn’t go up to Vermont to visit a prep school. That was a lie I told to Grandpa Ray because I didn’t want him to know what our trip was really all about. I don’t like having to lie that way, but I couldn’t very well tell him and Grandma June that we, that Julie and I, were going away for a romantic weekend together. That certainly wouldn’t fly.”

Kate giggled, and I did too. It seemed obvious to me that she’d realized all along the school story was just a pretense.

“And I felt bad about not telling you in advance where we were going, Katie, or what we were doing, but I just didn’t want to take any chances. I’m sorry it had to be that way, that I had to deceive you. Are you angry with me?”

My sister shook her head. “No, it’s okay. I get it. I sorta knew that, anyway.”

“Yes, you’re way too smart. I might be able to fool the old folks, but I can’t fool you.”

Kate grinned, looking down at her hands again.

“You are so adorable,” Mommy smiled.

She surprised me then by suddenly leaning over and grabbing my sister, actually lifting her up and pulling her over until she was lying between us, on her back. Kate looked as startled as I was.

Our mother got on top of her, taking her face in her hands and kissing her mouth. “Oh, Katie, Katie girl, I love you so much,” she murmured between kisses. After a few seconds, Kate responded, closing her eyes and parting her lips, letting Mommy kiss her deeply and passionately.

It was turning me on to watch them kissing that way. I didn’t feel jealous at all. I loved my sister, and I wanted her sexually, and I knew my mom had the same kinds of feelings I did. I knew they both wanted me too, and loved me. There was plenty of love and lust to go around, more than enough for the three of us to share. I put my hand between my legs, rubbing myself as I watched them.

Finally Mommy finished kissing her. She slid off to the other side, leaving Kate in the middle. She put her hand over my sister’s breast, playing with her nipple.

“Do you know how much I love you, Katie? How much I missed you?” she asked in a low, throaty voice.

“Well, um…” my sister didn’t seem to know quite what to say.

“How much we both missed you?”

My mom reached across and took my hand, placing it over Kate’s other breast, the one she wasn’t fondling. I squeezed Katie’s little tit, feeling the hard nipple between my fingers.

After kissing her again, Mommy said, “I love you so much. You make me very, very excited.” She glanced up at me. “Both of you make me excited. And Molly does too.”

Kate’s eyes widened.

I watched my mother kiss Kate softly on the lips, before lightly licking them, just around the edges, making my sister shiver with arousal.

“Yes, I want your baby sister,” she whispered, “I want her the same way I want the two of you. And I’m going to have her. We all three will. I’ve decided that’s definitely what we should do.”

“Really?” Kate sighed.

“Uh-huh,” Mommy nodded. “I don’t know how soon we’ll do that, with Molly, but soon. There’s really no reason to wait.”

I had one hand on Kate’s tit, but the other was between my legs, stroking my pussy. I was very wet and very hot. I couldn’t wait to have sex with Molly — and now my mom was saying we didn’t have to wait!

“And, honey, about this weekend,” our mother continued, between kisses, “there’s one more thing I have to tell you. It’s about Julie, and me. About why we went up there together, just the two of us.”

She propped herself up on an elbow, drawing away from the intimate kissing for a short time while she explained this next part.

“It’s because your sister and I, Julie and me, have discovered that there’s something… something between us, something special, something sort of… romantic, I guess. Do you know what I mean?”

“Yeah,” Kate nodded. “I mean, I can tell. You guys are, like, gaga for each other.”

Mommy laughed. “Yes, gaga, that’s a good word for it.”

She gave her another quick kiss, and then added, “I’m glad you understand, and I’m glad you can see that there is something between us, something special going on. I didn’t plan it this way, but I’m very glad it’s happened. It makes me so happy.”

“I’m glad too,” Kate said.

“Are you?” Mommy asked.

“Well, yeah, because, um, because, like, I want you both to be happy. I mean, because I love you and stuff.”

“Oh, Katie,” our mother breathed. There were tears in her eyes. “I’m so glad you understand.”

She hugged her tightly then, and I could tell, by the way her shoulders were shaking, that she was sobbing. Whether it was from joy or from relief, or both, I’m not sure. But it seemed like she must have been worried that Kate might not respond the way she had.

As my mom ended the hug, wiping her eyes, she said, “Katie, darling, Katie darling girl, please know that this doesn’t mean I love you less than I love Julie. I couldn’t love you any more than I do, sweetheart. I love Julie the same as I love you, and I love Julie a little differently too. It’s, well, there is a romantic dimension between the two of us now. Something that wasn’t there before. It’s been coming on for a while, for a long time, actually, but now it’s bigger than it ever was. I’m in love with her, and I can’t deny that. But I don’t ever want you to think I don’t love you as much as I possibly can, Katie, as much as anyone could ever love anyone. Okay?”

“Of course, Mommy.” Now Kate was choked up too. She never got that way!

They hugged again, fiercely, both sobbing tears of joy. I’d stopped masturbating a few minutes earlier — what we were sharing seemed even better than sex, if that’s possible, or more important anyway — and now I fell on top of them, hugging them both, squeezing them, joining my sobs and my happy sighs and my kisses with theirs.

Two or three minutes of hugging and kissing and pledges of love and more kissing and hugging, and then we slowly began to settle down. But as our emotional overflow ended, our libidinous desires took over. The kisses that had been warm and affectionate soon became hot and passionate.

Tongues were going inside mouths, hands finding breasts and pinching nipples, legs opening and intertwining. Before long, if this kept up, we would be having sex all the way, nothing held back.

Just before it reached that point, however, our mother drew away, panting, “Kate, we were supposed to be having a conversation here…”

I couldn’t help myself. I started laughing, and my sister did too.

Mommy laughed with us. “Now it is a school night, so we can’t stay up too late. Either we can go ahead and tell you more about what we did on our trip, or we can put that off until tomorrow and spend the remaining time we have —”

She never completed her sentence. Kate grabbed her and pulled her down, kissing her mouth, insisting, “We can talk later. Right now I wanna do this.”

Wow! I had never seen my sister express her sexual desires so aggressively.

We made love that night, the three of us together, although we didn’t really go all the way. We did a whole lot of kissing and touching, our first orgasms coming from fingers rubbing clits, Mommy on Kate, then Mommy on me, then me and Kate together on Mommy. We kissed a lot more and Mommy got on top of Kate again and fucked her the way she’d fucked me on the night of the slumber party, tribbing with her until Kate climaxed. I masturbated as I watched them, bringing myself to another orgasm. It was getting pretty late by then, past the usual time for us to go to bed, but Mommy let us stay up a little while longer, enough time for me and Kate to suck each other’s nipples and finger each other’s pussies, both climaxing while Mommy watched us and masturbated.

After it was all over, our mother sent us back to our rooms, but not before giving us warm, wet kisses and promising Kate that the next night she and I would tell my sister everything she wanted to know about our trip to Vermont.

Continue on to Chapter 69

By Naughty Mommy

When I came out from the woman’s womb, or came back into consciousness, or whatever it was, my mom was sitting next to me. I was still on the floor, lying on my back. My face was covered with sticky moisture, Olympia’s juices mixed with Cassia’s and Delia’s. My mother had Laura on her lap. They were both naked, of course.

I propped myself up on my elbows. “Hi, Mommy.”

“Hi, sugar.”

I noticed that my mom had her hand between Laura’s legs, gently stroking the little girl’s vulva. Laura gazed at me, her huge liquid brown eyes so inviting. I felt as if I could dive inside them, get lost in there, just as I’d lost myself inside a middle-aged woman’s cunt a few minutes before.

“Are you having a good time?” my mother asked.

“Uh-huh, it’s great,” I giggled as I looked down my mom’s fingers, caressing the child’s pussy. “It looks like you’re having a good time too.”

“I am,” she smiled, “I think we all are.”

Then she turned to Laura, kissing the girl on the cheek. “How about you, precious? Having a fun time tonight?”

“Yep,” the little one grinned, moving her legs wider apart, offering my mother more room to touch her.

Mommy’s fingers moved slowly up and down over Laura’s slit. I knew just how good that felt. My mother had touched me many times that way. She had a lot of practice making young girls get excited. As I watched, she slid her fingers down further, teasing at the child’s asshole, then back up to her puffy labia. She pressed in a little harder and the pussy lips parted.

Turning back to me, my mother said, in a low voice, “Let’s lick her together, okay? I want to make her come, and I want you to do it with me.”

“Okay,” I nodded, sitting up all the way.

My mom put Laura on the floor, on her back, and gently pushed her little thighs open. Then she and I got down between the girl’s legs.

Around us, more sex was going on, although it was quieter now, less hurried and more subdued than at the peak of our frenzy a half hour or so earlier. Still, it was quite an arousing spectacle to see: everywhere you looked, naked women and girls kissing and touching each other, very often moms with daughters, or sisters with sisters.

My mother and I nestled in to enjoy Laura’s cunny. Mommy spread the child’s pussy lips with her fingers and we looked at her. Then we began licking, both of us together, our faces side by side, cheeks touching, tongues sometimes overlapping, eagerly licking the girl’s slit, her labia, the opening to her vagina, her tiny clit, even her rosy bunghole. We kissed and licked her everywhere, and we could sense that she was responding to our affection. She was breathing harder, her body twitching when we would find an especially sensitive spot. And as my mother inserted just the tip of her finger inside Laura’s little vagina and I fastened my mouth over her clit and sucked on it, she started panting and writhing and mewling. It appeared that she was getting close.

I heard other orgasms then. I didn’t look up, but I recognized several of the voices, the ones who seemed to have the loudest climaxes. I could definitely hear Diana coming, and Shelby too, and Olympia, and maybe Emma as well. There were probably more, but I couldn’t make them all out.

Meanwhile, 6-year-old Laura was about to have an orgasm as my mother and I licked her and fucked her. The girl was actually lifting her little bottom off the floor, raising her pussy to us. I glanced up at her face. It was bright red, set in a grimace, her eyes shut tight. She was gasping. I put my mouth back on her clit, sucked and licked some more, and then she came.

Something was proven to me that night. I discovered for a certainty that very young girls are indeed quite capable of having sexual climaxes. As I pondered that, it made me eager to get home to see what we could do with my sister Molly. She was 8 years old and surely she could have an orgasm just as easily as these other girls could, some of them even younger than she was.

After Laura finished coming, my mom and I lay down next to her, on either side, petting her, cooing to her, kissing her. She was still breathing hard, flushed red all over. I was very excited. I put my hand between my legs and started to masturbate as I kissed the child’s face, her chest, her little nipples.

But then someone interrupted me. It was Olympia.

She knelt beside me, touching my shoulder. “Julie? Suzanne?”

We both looked up.

“It’s getting late,” she said, “and some of the girls will have to go home soon. But before we end the party, would the two of you mind doing one more thing for us?”

“Certainly,” my mother smiled, “whatever you would like.”

So, we got up from the floor and everyone else did too, untangling arms and legs and mouths and pussies and rearranging themselves on chairs and sofas. Someone moved the coffee table back to the center of the room and someone else laid a soft blanket over it.

Olympia stood with my mom and me, holding our hands, waiting for the group to settle down. When it was quiet, she made another little speech.

“It would be most appropriate, I believe, to conclude our activities this evening by focusing once again on our very special guests. It is they we have come here to honor, to rejoice with. We have gathered to celebrate the sexual and romantic union of Julie and Suzanne.”

That got us another big round of applause. By now, I was used to it and it didn’t embarrass me as much as before. I was feeling far more comfortable and relaxed. The pot probably had something to do with that, not to mention the fact that I had just finished having sex with almost everyone who was clapping for me. We were on very intimate terms!

Olympia turned to face us. “Young lady, dear woman, would you please favor us now by making love for all of us to see?”

My mother bowed her head in assent, smiling broadly. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I just stood there. But then my mom asked me to lie down on my back on the coffee table. Aha, so that’s why they had put it there.

When I was in place, Mommy got on top of me. “I’m going to fuck you now, baby girl, while everyone watches us. Okay?”

“Okay,” I grinned.

The crowd gathered round. They left their seats and came to stand close to us. I looked up at the sea of faces, so many faces, so many different ages, blondes, brunettes, redheads, all female, of course, and all very excited by what they were about to see.

“Open your little pussy for me, baby,” my mother requested.

“All right.”

I reached under her and spread my pussy lips apart. My mom used her hand to pull back her own lips, and then she lowered herself onto me.

Our pussies were joined, our clits kissing.

She didn’t move very much at first. She settled in, her belly on my belly, her breasts on top of my breasts, her face just above mine. My legs were wide apart, my knees pulled up, opening myself for her. It was bright in the room, all the lights on, making it easy for everyone to see what was happening.

Mommy brought her lips to mine, kissing me tenderly. I heard sighs of pleasure around me. I closed my eyes while we were kissing, but when my mother pulled away, I opened them again. Glancing to either side, I saw many naked bodies, standing very close, pressing together. Every woman and every girl I could see was masturbating.

My mother kissed me again. This time her kiss was more insistent, harder, her tongue licking at my lips. I opened my mouth. We kissed deeply.

I felt her mound pressing against mine. She moved only very slightly, the same way I had done the night before when I was fucking her in our bed in the room above. And it was just so right, so perfect. My mom had found exactly the right spot, the tightest, warmest, most intimate point of contact between us, where only the tiniest movement would bring amazing pleasure to my clit and my pussy.

Already I was getting close. When she lifted her lips from mine for a moment, a strand of saliva briefly bridging the space between our mouths, I whispered, “Mommy, Mommy…”

Around us, more sighs and groans of libidinous arousal. It was very hot being in the center of that circle of feminine flesh. I was sweating, both from excitement and from the heat of all those bodies surrounding me.

Another wet kiss from my mom, her sex pressing down on mine a little harder, moving a little bit faster. I actually thought I could feel her clit rubbing over my clit. Maybe I only imagined it, or maybe I really could. It doesn’t matter, just the idea of it was enough to almost put me over the top.

I broke the kiss. “Mommy, I…”

“Are you ready, honey? Are you gonna come now for Mommy?”

“Uh-huh, I… I’m so close…”

My eyes were shut tight as I concentrated on the feelings, the sensations, the delirious pleasure of an orgasm swirling up from inside.

“Open your eyes, baby. Look at me.”

Slowly I opened them.

My beautiful mother was very close to me, her face poised just above mine. Around me was a blur of naked bodies, nearly twenty women and girls, all masturbating. An audience watching and enjoying our sexual performance. It suddenly struck me that this was the vision I’d seen before. Somehow I had known in advance that this would happen, and now it was.

“Julie, tell me you want me to fuck you.”

She needed my help. Just a little dirty talk from me to bring her the rest of the way. I was happy to do that for her.

“Mommy, please fuck me. I need you to fuck my little girl cunt. Fuck my pussy, Mommy, and make me come!”

That brought more excited sighs and groans and murmurs of appreciation from those around us. It sounded to me like several of the girls and women were getting very close to a climax themselves.

“You want Mommy to fuck you, little girl?”

“Uh-huh, fuck my little pussy, Mommy, fuck me with your cunt.” At this point, of course, I wasn’t play-acting at all. I badly wanted what I was asking for. “Please, Mommy, fuck me hard, make me come!”

Someone else was coming. I don’t know it was, maybe more than one, but definitely someone in the group surrounding us was having an orgasm.

Now it was time for me and my mom. I felt her body stiffen above me. Her movements became even more intense, more focused. Her eyes were open wide, her lips parted, and I heard that rhythmic pattern of panting and moaning that told me she was ready.

“Mommy, are you gonna come on me?”

“Yes, baby,” she nodded, licking her lips.

“I love you, Mommy.”

“Ohh, Julie…”

My mother sighed and put her mouth over mine, kissing me with such feeling, such passion, such fullness of love and lust that I thought I would burst.

And I did burst. I exploded into orgasm, my pussy pulsating, my body heaving beneath hers. I clapped my thighs around her, knitting my ankles over her bottom, pulling her cunt into mine. She continued kissing me, we kissed as deeply and wetly and for as long as we ever had. She came on me, I came under her, and we celebrated our mutual extended orgasm with a hot wet loving passionate kiss — and shared that celebration with an audience of sexy young girls and their moms and their lovers who were masturbating as they watched us.

* * *

That wasn’t quite the end of the party. One thing was left.

Mommy and I climaxed together, and several of the women and girls around us climaxed at almost the same time. After my mom gave me one more wonderful long kiss and told me how very much she loved me, she got up from the coffee table. I started to sit up too, but a gentle hand on the shoulder stopped me.

Olympia said, “Julie, dear, we would like to give you one more little treat now, one more token of our esteem for you. It would make us very happy if you would accept it. We would all enjoy it, and I believe you would too.”

“What is it?” I asked, puzzled.

Cassia handed her mother a small glass bottle filled with a viscous golden liquid. It looked like it might contain body oil or something.

“We would like to massage you, my dear, all of us. This is how we will complete the celebration tonight, giving you our warmest welcome into the extended family of women who love young girls and young girls who love women.” As she said this, she poured a bit of the oil into her hand. “Will you allow us to do this with you?”

“Um, all of you? At once?”

“That’s right, darling.” Olympia gave the bottle to Logan, who was next to her, and Logan poured some oil into her own palm, then passed the bottle to Diana.

Gazing around at the sea of faces above me, the ocean of naked female bodies surrounding me, I felt a thrill of excitement. All these lovely women and girls, waiting to touch me!

I caught my mom’s eye. She winked at me, blowing me a little kiss. Was this something else she had arranged, knowing I had a fantasy about it? Or was it only coincidence? Either way, it was awesome.

Looking up at Olympia, I grinned, “Yes, thank you, I would like that. It sounds nice.”

“Very well. Why don’t you turn over on your stomach first…”

“Oh, okay.”

Still feeling in a dreamy haze from the marijuana, I turned and laid my nude young body on the blanket atop the coffee table, resting my head on my hands, my eyes closed, my senses attuned to what was about to follow.

Within moments I felt warm hands beginning to touch me, first two, then four, then I don’t know how many — I hadn’t yet added up all who were there that night, but it must have been at least thirty oiled hands eagerly massaging me. Just think of it!

All those hands, caressing me, rubbing me, reaching everywhere, covering every square inch of my exposed skin, stroking my feet, my legs, my thighs, my bottom, sliding inside my crack, finding my pussy, probing, stroking, hands on my back, my neck, my shoulders, my arms, holding my hands in theirs, massaging my fingers, my wrists, my palms, I’m floating now in a nirvana of sensual satisfaction, oiled hands sliding under me, on my breasts, on my nipples, all those hands, so many hands touching me, touching me everywhere, my skin oiled, slick, warm, the hands, the fingers, going everywhere, reaching in, touching, caressing, probing, deeper, so many hands, girls, women, every age, wanting me, touching me, taking me, having me, hands and fingers playing with my nipples, my pussy, going inside me, fucking me now in my bottom too, in my anus, oiled fingers finding that hole as well, penetrating everywhere, hands on my clit, hands in my cunt, hands in my ass, hands all over me, I —

“—OHHH FUCK—” I groaned as a tremendous spasm jolted my body.

I climaxed loudly, violently, gushingly, exquisitely.

In my cannabis high, my eyes still closed, floating in a dream, held, suspended, massaged, taken, possessed by dozens of female hands, I am their plaything now, their toy. They do what they want with me and I willingly surrender, give myself to them, let them take me, have me, I’m open to anything, my mind and my body given over completely. In return I receive an orgasm to end all orgasms. It goes on forever, never ending, wave after shuddering wave coursing through me. I am sex, I am heat, I am liquid, melted, that’s all I am, sex, and it’s all I ever want to be.

Many hands lift me, gently, so gently they all lift me and turn me, turning me onto my back, laying me down again, holding my arms out, my legs out, spreading me open for everyone to see, for all to touch, for all to take and to have. More warm oil, more hands and fingers on me, massaging me, caressing me, stroking my nipples, running up my legs, over my pussy lips, all those fingers going everywhere, touching me. My eyes are closed but my body is open, I am loose, free, exposed, unafraid, these women and girls love me, they love who I am and what I have, they want me and I give myself to them. They take my cunt, my ass, my clit, my breasts, and now in my mouth, a tongue, I am kissed, sucked, more than one, many girls and women in my mouth, licking, sucking, kissing, on my tits too, not only fingers but mouths, lips, and tongues, sucking my nipples, hands and mouths everywhere, in my pussy, in my ass, licking me, bringing me again.

Another volcanic orgasm, made all the more intense by the fact that my body is not mine. I cannot put my hands on my pussy as I usually would do, cannot bring my thighs together because my arms are held out, my legs spread and extended. I am fully open and I am coming, gushing again. I know I am gushing, I feel hot liquids pouring from me, and I feel tongues licking, mouths swallowing. I climax repeatedly, over and over, more gushing, more screaming, I am screaming now with tongues in my ass, fingers in my vagina, mouths sucking my clit, I come, I cry, I shudder, I…
Slowly it goes away. Slowly the pulsing recedes, the tremors resolve, my breath begins to return, loving hands caress me gently one last time and then are withdrawn. I am resting.

I can hear voices, movements. I haven’t opened my eyes yet, not for a long time. But it sounds to me as if people are trying to find their clothes, maybe getting dressed again. The party must be coming to an end.

At last, I take a deep breath, attempt to sit up, my eyelids fluttering.

Someone is there to help me, guiding me, warmly taking me into her arms, holding me. It’s my mom, of course, my wonderful devoted mother. I feel so lucky, so happy. I’m still in a bit of a dizzy fog, whether from the pot or from so many orgasms or both, I don’t know, but I turn to her, I find her face, and I smile. We kiss.
Sitting naked on the coffee table, quietly resting, we received friendly goodbye kisses from all the moms and all their daughters, along with expressions of gratitude and sincere promises to stay in touch. Emma and Brandi made sure to give me their panties, which I’d meant to keep but somehow had left somewhere. That made me glad.

Not everyone left. Logan and Diana lived far away, as we did, so they were spending the night at the inn. Shannon and her daughters didn’t want to make the long drive that night back to their house, and they stayed too. But all the others eventually got into their cars and drove off. Then my mom and I gathered up our clothes and went up the stairs to our room, naked, her arm around my waist, my head on her shoulder.

We fell into bed and slept a while, until I awoke and wanted to thank her, wanted to tell my mother how happy I was and how much I loved her.

I climbed on top of her warm body in the dark, kissing her, waking her. She returned my kisses, we whispered our love, I fondled her breasts and played with her nipples. Mommy slid her hand between my legs as I lay on top of her. We kissed, she masturbated me, I came one more time. We kissed some more and then I eased off to the side, taking her nipple into my mouth, sucking like a baby, curling up next to her, one of her loving arms enclosing me, the other reaching between her own legs where she caressed her pussy until she climaxed as I sucked her tit.

After that we slept, really slept this time, the whole night through.

Continue on to Chapter 68

By Naughty Mommy

I got down on the floor, behind my mother, still rubbing myself. I was between 6-year-old Laura’s legs now, looking at her naked pussy. I badly wanted to make myself come, and I also wanted to come on someone.

As wet as I was, as turned on as I was, after I’d been masturbating all this time and seeing all the hot things I’d seen, I was certain I could come almost immediately if I wanted to. I was that close.

Kneeling, straddling one of Laura’s little thighs, I slid forward until my vulva was pressing against hers. I took her other leg in my arms, holding it up, pulling it tightly to me.

I was going to fuck her. I didn’t know if I could make her come, I actually doubted it, but I was definitely going to come on her. I was going to fuck this little girl with my cunt and climax on top of her.

The idea alone was nearly enough to make me come all by itself. I looked down at my pussy, at my lips, which were shiny with moisture, pressed up against the child’s crotch. I began to move on her, watching as my labia rubbed over hers. As I slid slowly back and forth, I saw my pussy lips opening and then my clit was rubbing directly against the girl’s smooth pussy. It felt so amazing, so soft and wet, so hot and nasty!

“Ooh, fuck, yeah!” That was my mom. She was kneeling over Laura’s pretty face, fucking herself with her fingers. It sounded like she was almost ready to come.

I looked down at my pussy again as I rubbed it back and forth on Laura’s puffy labia, and then I heard another loud moan. It was Katherine, holding Chrissy’s head in her hands, pulling her little girl’s mouth against her cunt. She was watching me, watching what I was doing, watching while I fucked her even younger daughter’s pussy with my pussy.

Katherine’s face was red, her eyes hooded, her lips parted. She was breathing hard, trembling, panting, obviously very close. And I noticed something else too. Chrissy had a hand between her own legs. The 7-year-old was masturbating as she licked her mother’s pussy.

Chrissy was right next to me, near enough that if I wanted to touch her, I could. And I did want to.

Still rubbing myself on Laura, holding her little leg up against me with one hand, I reached my other hand over to feel Chrissy’s small bottom. So smooth and white and soft, so very young. Not a woman’s bottom at all, not even a teenager’s, just a child’s.

I let my hand slide inside her crack, and then further down until I could feel her fingers on her vulva. I pressed in forcefully, pushing her fingers aside, sliding my hand right in between her pussy lips, feeling how hot she was inside, feeling her wetness. The little girl was definitely very wet and juicy. She stroked her clit while I rubbed my fingers between her lips.

Katherine was watching what I was doing. She saw me fucking Laura’s pussy, and now she saw me rubbing Chrissy’s pussy with my hand. I caught her eye. She smiled at me, nodding, licking her lips. It made her very excited to see another girl playing sexual games with her young daughters.

“Oh goddamn!! Now, baby, now!!!”

My mom was climaxing on Laura’s face. I pressed my pussy harder against the child’s labia, moving faster. I was very close.

“Ah! Ah! Ooh!!”

That was Katherine. Her eyes were shut tightly now. She was coming in her daughter’s mouth.

I felt my own orgasm beginning, that swirling, pulsing, throbbing, rising pressure within me. At the last second, just before I erupted, I tried to find Chrissy’s hole with my finger, her little immature vagina. I found it, easing the tip of my finger inside her. I was fucking a 7-year-old girl with my finger!

I climaxed.

Things started happening fast then.

As I regained my senses following my orgasm, I heard a loud squeal. It was coming from the sofa in front of me, where little Shelby was riding her mommy’s mouth with her pussy — it looked like she was coming on her face! I’d wondered if a girl as young as Shelby would be able to have an orgasm that way, but evidently it was possible.

At almost the same time, passionate moaning from the other side of the room told me that Diana was climaxing as her mom, Logan, fucked her, pussy to pussy, the way I’d told them to — and it sounded like Logan might be getting very close to her orgasm as well.

It seemed to be contagious: when one girl or woman reached climax, the carnal excitement quickly spread to those around her. Behind me, I head Emma starting to come as her daughter Brandi licked her. On the sofa next to them, Nicole was climaxing, crying out as she fucked herself with her fingers while she watched her daughters tribbing on the floor in front of her. Across the room, Delia and Cassia were making noises that told me at least one of them was reaching orgasm, and maybe both of them together.

All of this took place within a matter of seconds, far faster than the time it’s taken you to read these paragraphs. It was rapid-fire, one right after the other, a climax of climaxes! It took my breath away, literally took my breath away.

For a moment or two, as the reality of where I was and what we were doing fully hit me, I actually felt light-headed. It was utterly stunning to see all this happening — moms eating their daughters, sisters fucking each other, girls as young as first or second grade having hot lesbian sex — and I was right in the middle of it!

I took a deep breath and the dizziness receded — but then I became possessed with an almost unbearable amount of lust, excitement, and desire. I wanted to fuck every single woman and girl in that room, all eighteen of them, and have them fuck me. I wanted to have my finger inside every hole, my tongue in every vagina. I wanted every cunt spread wide and shoved up against my face, every girl or woman there coming in my mouth, from the 50-year-old down to the 6-year-old.

My mom got some face action with the 6-year-old before I did. Right after she finished bringing herself to orgasm by masturbating on top of the girl, her womanly cunt only inches from Laura’s mouth, she took the child’s head in her hands and pulled her face against her.

I could hear her saying, “Yes, baby, kiss me, lick me, taste me, oh fuck that’s so good, that’s so good, come on, little girl, sweet little girl, lick me now, right there, right there, uh-huh, oh fuck yeah, fuck yeah, ooh, suck my clit, uh-huh, suck my clit, little girl, oh fuck yeah, suck it, suck it, goddammit Laura, goddammit little girl, I’m gonna come on you again!! OH FUCK!!”

My mother was coming very quickly again in Laura’s face, this time in her mouth as the child licked her pussy.

Meanwhile, I still had my hand between 7-year-old Chrissy’s legs, my finger actually up inside her tight little vagina. The whole time that I’d been climaxing, I’d kept wriggling my finger inside her, feeling it slip in a little deeper and a little deeper.

Now I was ready for a taste of that young girl’s pussy.

Chrissy was still gently licking her mom, finishing up the last of her juices after Katherine’s climax. I slid my finger out of the girl and tasted her. She had a very pleasant flavor, soft and slightly sweet. I wanted more of it, a lot more.

My heart was beating fast as I slid off Laura and lay on my back on the floor, positioning my face beneath Chrissy. Grasping her little bottom in my hands, I pulled her pussy down on top of me. Oh, how nice that was — her sweet, hairless, still pre-pubescent pussy right there in front of my face. I used my fingers to part her lips, and then I put my tongue inside her slit, licking her.

I was eating the pussy of a 7-year-old girl!!

This was incredibly exciting to me, almost unbelievably hot, and apparently Katherine, the girl’s mother, was excited by it as I was. Because as soon as I started eating Chrissy, Katherine jumped out of her chair and knelt between my legs, pushing them apart, eagerly licking my pussy.

Oh my god, what an adventure this was — only the night before, I’d had sex for the first time ever with a woman, with my mom, and now here I was the very next night, with my tongue inside the vagina of a young girl while her mother was licking me!

While I was lapping at Chrissy’s little vagina and sucking on her clit, next to us on the floor something else was going on. Nicole seemed just as overcome with lust as me. She was kneeling on top of Leslie, rubbing her own clit very fast, masturbating and talking dirty to her teenage daughter, getting ready to come on her. Right beside them, Mindy was tribbing with Tina, fucking her little sister while they both watched their mom rub her pussy in front of Leslie’s face — a whole family in love with lesbian incest!

And there was more. Over to my left, Cindy and Shelby were down on the floor too. They were in a ‘69’ position, sisters 8 years old and 10 years old, licking each other’s little pussies. Next to them on the sofa, Olympia had descended on their mother, Shannon, and was greedily sucking and fingering the woman’s cunt. I couldn’t see all the other things that were happening — I was too consumed with licking Chrissy — but I’m sure every person in the room was deeply involved with a partner, or at least rubbing their own pussies to climax.

Above me, Chrissy was moaning, panting, almost sobbing as I licked and sucked her clit. She kept sliding her smooth little mound back and forth over my tongue, and it seemed to me that she was getting very close to an orgasm. A 7-year-old girl was going to come in my mouth!!

I was getting pretty close myself, with Katherine aggressively sucking my clit and now sliding a finger up inside me. I paused in eating Chrissy for just a second, replacing my tongue with my hand, so I could look down and take in the sight of her beautiful mother’s face between my legs. And that was when I discovered something else. While Katherine was licking me, her own little daughter, Laura, was on the floor beneath her, licking her mommy’s cunt. But that’s not all, because my own mom had mounted Laura. She was rubbing her pussy against the little girl’s mound, fucking her the way I had a few minutes earlier.

It was just so incredible, so deliciously hot and dirty. Moms and daughters, licking and fucking each other! As I felt the stirring in my belly that told me an orgasm was near, I moaned and put my mouth back on Chrissy’s vulva, tonguing her, sucking her, eating her — and within seconds she was climaxing.

Oh my god, that was unbelievably hot. This little kid, a second grade girl, was coming on my face! I tasted her juices, licking them and swallowing them as she cried out, pressing her hot young pussy into my mouth.

A moment later I was coming, climaxing while Katherine sucked my clit and fucked me with her finger. I lost track of things for a minute or two after that, but I’m pretty sure Katherine had an orgasm as well, in Laura’s mouth, and I’m certain my mom made herself come while she fucked the little girl’s pussy. Maybe Laura came too then, but I don’t really know.

Slowly we disentangled ourselves from each other, a collection of five girls and women from age 6 to age 32 with naked sweaty bodies and wet sloppy mouths… and we began hugging and kissing, a nice group grope, all of us moaning and touching and kissing and licking… while next to us on the floor Nicole was now in a ‘69’ with Leslie, mom and daughter hungrily exploring each other’s pussies… the other sisters, Mindy and Tina were also in a ‘69’, side by side, two young brunettes, 12 and 11, licking each other… not far from them, pretty Diana was on top of little Shelby, masturbating in her face as she talked dirty to her… while behind Diana, her mom, Logan, was lying on the floor with her mouth between Shelby’s legs, eating the girl.

When I’d pulled briefly away from our group hug so I could get to my feet and check out what else was happening, that gave Laura and Chrissy the opportunity to focus on one another, something the young sisters evidently enjoyed. They were sitting on the floor and kissing, pulling each other close, their thighs overlapping, little pussies pressing together. My mom and Katherine were really going at it now too, frantically grabbing each other’s hot bodies, talking dirty and kissing wetly. Soon they were in a ‘69’ with my mother on top. Then I watched, amazed, as Chrissy and Laura quickly followed their example, with Chrissy pulling Laura down on top of her and the girls beginning to lick each other’s tiny pussies.

Turning around again, I found myself next to Brandi. The last time I’d seen her, she was eating her mother’s cunt. Now she was standing beside me, masturbating, as she looked around the room at everything that was going on.

“This is so great, isn’t it?” I asked her as I rubbed my own clit.

“Yeah… god, I really love it…”

Our hosts were approaching us. Olympia was between her daughters, Cassia and Delia, holding their hands. Cassia, in turn, held Shannon by the hand, pulling her along.

“Girls,” said Olympia, “I’d like all of us to have some fun with you.”

They got Emma up from her chair as well, and then the whole group arranged ourselves on the floor, pushing the coffee table away to make enough room. We ended up with Olympia licking Emma, and Emma licking Delia, and Delia licking Shannon, and Shannon licking Cassia, and Cassia licking me, while I was licking Brandi, and Brandi was licking Olympia!

It took a while for everyone to come, maybe fifteen minutes, but we remained that way, lying in a circle, licking and sucking and fingering each other’s pussies until all seven of us had climaxed at least one time. It was so much fun! I had two orgasms with Cassia eating me, and I think I was able to give Brandi two as well, although it was kind of hard to keep track with all that moaning and sucking and climaxing and so much fragrant pussy juice all around me.

After that, we took a little break. Our incestuous lesbian orgy had been going on for more than two hours by that point. Cassia and Delia opened a cabinet and took out a couple of bottles of cognac, handing around snifters to all the women and to any of the girls who wanted to try some. I took a glass but only drank a little. It was so strong!

We ate more of the cookies and brownies, and some of the kids had Cokes — and then something else happened. Two of the women, Logan and Emma, got out these pipes and bags of stuff that I quickly realized was marijuana. They lit the pipes up and started smoking. The pipes were passed around from woman to woman. Some of the girls, including Leslie, Mindy, and Tina, all took puffs. My mom came over to me, putting her hand on my shoulder and kissing my cheek.

“Do you want to try some, honey?”

“What is it?” I asked, even though I knew.

“It’s cannabis, marijuana, pot. You’ll probably like it, although it might make you cough at first. You don’t have to try it if you don’t want to.”

“No, I think I do.”

I liked the smell a lot. I wondered if it would taste as good when I smoked it. One of the pipes was coming closer, so I soon would have the opportunity to find out.

“Um, what happens?” I asked. “Does it make you hallucinate?”

My mother chuckled, “No, not really. But it should relax you and make everything seem sort of dreamy and hazy. It’s nice. I like how it feels. But as I said, you don’t have to do it if you’d rather not.”

Katherine passed the pipe to my mom, along with a lighter. Mommy lit the flame and held it over the bowl of the pipe, taking a long suck. I saw her holding the smoke inside, coughing just a little, then slowly letting it out.

She turned to me, her eyebrows raised, asking if I wanted some.

“Okay,” I nodded. I took the pipe. My mother lit the flame again and held it over the bowl, and I sucked in some of the smoke.

It was really harsh! It made me start coughing immediately and I wasn’t able to hold the smoke in at all, the way I’d heard you were supposed to.

Laughing, my mom gave me a hug. “Here, baby, try it again. The second time is easier than the first.”

This time I sucked the smoke in a little more slowly. I was able to fill my lungs maybe halfway before I started coughing again. We passed the pipe along to Shannon, who shared it with Cindy and Shelby.

I hadn’t had very much to smoke, but within only a minute or two I began to feel the effects. Things got sort of echoey and my fingers and toes were tingling. It felt like I was floating above the floor a little bit, almost hovering but not really, more like I was outside of time and space, looking in at everyone else.

“Come here, sweetie. Lick my pussy.”

It was Nicole’s voice. I turned, dreamily, to find her sitting on a sofa in front of me, her legs spread wide apart. She was holding her pussy lips open with one hand and rubbing the fingers of her other hand inside her pink center.

“Lick my pussy, Julie. I want you to eat me and make me come in your mouth while my daughters watch.”

When she said that, I realized that her daughters were there with her, Leslie on one side, Mindy and Tina on the other, squished in together. They were all naked, of course, and all of them were masturbating as they looked at me.

I would definitely love to eat your pussy, I thought to myself. Yours and your daughters’ along with everyone else’s in the room, or any other woman or girl in the world, in fact. Bring them all here to me, line them up, pussy after pussy after pussy, for me to lick.

That idea made me start giggling as I got down on my knees in front of Nicole. I envisioned a long line of wet pussies, stretching out to infinity, all being held open for me, waiting for me to make them come. I rubbed my own clit as I leaned in close to the brunette’s crotch. Her smell was powerful, seductive, alluring. She was so wet inside, so juicy. Nicole was pulling back her lips, showing me her erect clit.

“Suck my clit, sweet Julie. Make me come.”

Before I did that, I looked up at Tina and Mindy, and then at Leslie. My head was swimming. I couldn’t stop giggling. A voice said something, a voice that sounded distant, separated far from me. I could tell that it was my own voice, I recognized it, but it seemed like someone else was speaking.

“Want to watch me lick your mommy?” the voice said.

“Uh-huh,” the three girls nodded.

“Will you m-masturbate while you watch me?” I hardly ever stuttered. Whose voice was that? Apparently it was mine, but I didn’t know why that girl was saying what she was saying. Nicole’s daughters already were masturbating, so it was kind of a silly thing for me to ask. I shook my head, trying to clear it. That didn’t help. I looked back down at the woman’s pussy in front of me.

“She has a nice cunt,” my voice said. “Your mom has a very nice cunt. I’m going to put my finger inside her now.”

A hand reached out from me. It seemed like the hand was moving on its own, without my control. But I liked what it was doing. The middle finger of the hand dipped inside the open vagina, reaching in, pressing in deep, fucking the woman. Then my mouth went to her clit.

I fucked Nicole with my finger and licked and sucked her clit, all the while feeling like I was floating above, watching myself as all this happened. And something else was happening too.

Someone had a finger inside my pussy, a finger up inside my cunt, along with other fingers on my clit. Was it me? Was I rubbing and fucking myself? I didn’t think so. I was busy with Nicole. I had no clue who was behind me then and I never found out. But someone fucked me and rubbed me and brought me to orgasm pretty quickly, and not long after that Nicole was coming in my mouth. She closed her strong thighs around my head, squeezing them together, pulling me in. My face was full of her sex. She climaxed repeatedly, spasm after spasm, her juices flowing out of her and into my mouth, dripping down my chin.

We finished and then I got up on the sofa, trading places with Nicole. I’m not sure how that was arranged or if it just happened. But soon her face was between my legs, licking me, while her daughters kissed me and sucked on my nipples.

In my pot-induced haze, I was able to detect a few other things going on at the same time. Logan was on the floor on top of Diana, in a ‘69’ position. It seemed she couldn’t get enough of her daughter, and I didn’t blame her. Diana was totally hot. I also saw my mom licking Cindy, and Olympia licking Shelby. Half a dozen other women and girls were arranged around the room in a variety of sexual positions, lovely naked feminine bodies on display everywhere.

I closed my eyes and went on a flight through time and space. It was so weird, it was like I was still present, completely aware of all that was happening, and yet very distant, apart from everything. I could feel Nicole’s tongue on my clit, her finger moving inside me. I could feel the lips and mouths of Tina and Mindy and Leslie sucking my nipples and kissing my face. I could feel it all, I knew it was real, but another part of me was on a voyage through eternity, soaring higher and higher. Okay, I guess I was getting pretty high!

After I enjoyed a wonderful climax in Nicole’s mouth, someone decided to organize a ‘pre-teen daisy chain’, as they called it. All the girls who weren’t yet teenagers, including me, were arranged in a big circle in the center of the floor. Soon I was licking Tina and Tina was licking Shelby and Shelby was licking Mindy and Mindy was licking Chrissy and Chrissy was licking Cindy and Cindy was licking Brandi and Brandi was licking Laura and Laura was licking me!

I don’t know who among us had an orgasm then or how many we had or who didn’t have one. I’m pretty sure I came in Laura’s mouth, I’m certain of it, in fact, although to be honest I can’t remember it too clearly. Everything became a swirl of images and sounds and smells and tastes, of hot pussies and wet tongues and probing fingers.

A lot more happened then, but by this time I was too far gone to really keep track. I do recall that at one point I was in a ‘69’ with Emma, on a sofa I think it was, with her on top of me. Another time, I was on the floor, on my back, with Diana on my face. I was licking her beautiful pussy, while at the same time she was licking my mother’s pussy, and in turn Cindy was licking my pussy.

Then later, or maybe earlier, Delia was sitting on my face while Cassia sucked my nipples and Olympia licked me. After Delia came, Cassia moved up on top of me, lowering her pussy to my mouth while Olympia sucked on my nipples and Delia got down between my legs to eat me. And when that was done, after Cassia had climaxed, it was Olympia’s turn.

I remember that part very clearly. This imposing olive-skinned woman, tall, long-limbed, with heavy thighs and a thick waist, large breasts, big dark nipples, vigorously rubbing her hairy pussy as she positioned herself over me. I was in awe, both frightened by her and mysteriously drawn to her. Slowly she sank down, pulling her lips apart with her fingers. On either side of me, her daughters, Delia and Cassia, were masturbating as they watched their mother having sex with a 12-year-old girl.

Olympia soon climaxed on me. I licked and sucked her clit and put my fingers inside her pussy and she had a strong orgasm, holding my head in her hands, grinding her cunt into my mouth. It seemed like she came numerous times. She kept pulling me against her, rubbing her clit over my lips and tongue, growling at me, her big body shaking with every spasm, the hot fragrant folds of her pussy lips surrounding my face.

Maybe I passed out then, I don’t know. But there is sort of a blank space in my memory. It could be that my cannabis-high made me imagine things. Probably that’s what it was. It seemed to me, though, that just before everything went black, somehow I entered into Olympia’s cunt, my whole body sliding inside her, with darkness, heat, and wetness completely enveloping me. I was in her.

Continue on to Chapter 67

By Naughty Mommy

I turned and faced the group, masturbating unashamedly. As I licked my lips, I slowly scanned the room.

Behind me, Cindy was eating her mother’s pussy and little Shelby was sitting on Shannon’s face. To my right, Laura and Chrissy and my mom were nearly done taking off Katherine’s clothes. They had just removed her bra, setting it aside, and were pulling down her beige panties.

Emma and Brandi were seated in a chair next to Katherine and her girls, watching as the woman became naked. Emma had her hand inside Brandi’s panties now, fondling her daughter’s pussy.

My gaze went to Nicole and her family, her three pretty girls, on the other sofa. Nicole’s dress was up high, her toned legs spread apart. She had her black thong pulled aside and she was rubbing her clit. On the floor in front of her, Leslie had her blouse all the way open. She was kneading her bare breasts, pulling and pinching her erect brown nipples. On either side of Nicole, her young daughters Mindy and Tina both had their jeans unzipped, their hands down inside, rubbing their pussies.

Diana was sitting on her mother’s lap, her legs wide apart, her tiny skirt at her waist. Logan was stroking her daughter’s mound over the outside of her white panties, pressing in deeply. Diana’s face was flushed, shiny with sweat, her eyes hooded.

Just beyond them, I found Delia, Cassia, and Olympia. They were standing close together in a line, all facing the same way, with Olympia in the rear and Cassia in the middle. They were watching Logan and Diana, but that’s not all they were doing. Cassia had one hand reaching up under Delia’s short skirt, rubbing her pussy. Her other hand was grabbing her sister’s breasts through her blouse. Behind Cassia, Olympia was doing the same thing, groping Cassia’s breasts through her blouse with one hand, her other hand under her daughter’s miniskirt, caressing her pussy.

“Logan,” I said, “I want you to do something, okay?”

“Sure, honey, what is it?” she smiled, as she continued stroking her daughter’s crotch.

“I want you to get naked. No, actually, I want to take off your clothes, and Diana can help me. But then after that — well, let’s do that first.”

So, Diana got up from her mother’s lap, and she and I pulled off the woman’s boots and socks, then unzipped and removed her tight jeans. We took off her blouse, her white bra, her thong, and she was naked. Logan had a nice body, middle-aged, but still very nice. Her boobs sagged a little and she had some cellulite on her thighs. You could tell, however, that she tried hard to stay in shape. Her tummy was almost flat and her waist was trim. She had an all-over tan, smooth and golden brown. Her pussy was shaved completely bald. Between her lips, droplets of moisture caught the light. Logan was hot.

Diana, of course, was even hotter. I asked her mother to take off her clothes while I watched. The little blue tank top was removed first, then the pink miniskirt. She’d already kicked off her shoes, so now Diana was wearing only a skimpy bra and panties, pure white and very feminine. Her mom reached behind her back to undo the bra, and I got to see the girl’s lovely breasts for the first time. They were not that big, probably a B-cup, and her nipples were pink and puffy, just like mine. The panties came off next. Diana’s pussy was bald, the same as her mother’s. Her skin, however, was not as tan. It was much lighter with only a few freckles and very smooth. She was gorgeous.

“Now, Diana,” I instructed, “you lie down on the floor. And Logan, you get on top of her. I want to see you fuck your daughter’s cunt with your cunt. I want you to fuck her pussy hard and make her come. Okay?”

I was rubbing my own cunt as I told them what to to. My words alone were incredibly exciting, but to know I was then going to be able to see a sexy mom and her hot daughter doing those things for me, doing anything I asked, was almost unbelievable.

Logan smiled at me, placing a hand on her breast and squeezing her nipple as she watched the teenager get down on the floor and spread her beautiful legs. The woman licked her lips, then positioned herself on top of Diana. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed for a minute before Logan started moving, slowly pressing her mound into her daughter’s.

I rubbed my pussy very hard as I watched them, actually coming close to a climax — but then deliberately slowing down, pacing myself.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out, I turned my attention to Leslie, who was kneeling on the floor beside me, her jeans open, a hand inside. She was masturbating as she watched Logan fucking her daughter. On the sofa behind Leslie, her sisters were rubbing themselves too, as was their mother, Nicole. This was a family that enjoyed self-pleasuring, I thought to myself.

“Leslie? You see what they’re doing?”

She looked up at me, nodding.

“That’s what I want you to do with your sister, um, with Mindy, okay? First with Mindy, and then after that with Tina. I want to see you fuck both of them. You have to rub your pussy on their’s and make them both come, all right?”

“All right,” she grinned.

“Have you done that before?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, giving me a wink.

“Good. I want them both to come, nice big loud orgasms while you’re fucking them. Of course if you can come too, at the same time, that would be even better. Stand up now and take off your clothes.”

“Okay.”

I turned to her mom. “Nicole, I want you to take off Mindy’s and Tina’s clothes. Get them both naked so your other daughter can fuck them.”

“Mm, I’d love to,” she smiled up at me. She’d been fucking her cunt with her finger while rubbing her clit with the other hand. Now she removed the finger and sucked it into her mouth, tasting herself. Then she turned to Mindy, seated on her left.

“Get up, hon, so I can take your clothes off.”

The 12-year-old girl stood. Her mother pulled her sweater off over her head.

Mindy was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were definitely bigger than mine, a lot bigger. Impulsively I put my hands over them, feeling them. “Nice,” I said. “Um, later I’d really like to suck your nipples. But right now I want your sister to fuck you, okay?”

“Okay,” she nodded, happy to do whatever I asked. What a great party this was!

Nicole took off the rest of Mindy’s clothes and then the girl got down on the floor while her mom turned to Tina and began to remove her clothes. When that was done, Nicole stood and quickly unzipped her own dress, stepping out of it, then whipped off her bra and her thong, leaving herself naked. She sat back down on the sofa, spreading her legs and starting to masturbate as she watched Leslie arrange herself on top of Mindy. That was exactly what I had wanted Nicole to do, and I was glad to see that we were thinking the same way. Tina sat next to her mom and rubbed her own pussy as they watched Leslie and Mindy.

I went on to Emma and Brandi. They were in an armchair, kissing wetly, using a lot of tongue, the young redhead straddling her mother now, her short dress hiked almost to her waist.

Without saying anything, I put my hand between Brandi’s legs from the rear, reaching under and rubbing her pussy through her black panties. Her center was hot and moist. I heard the girl moan as I pressed my fingers in, feeling the slick wetness seeping through her undies. I thought she would look up at me then, maybe ask what was happening, but she didn’t. Maybe she was accustomed to being touched by almost anyone at any time at a party like this.

“Brandi,” I said softly.

Finally she stopped kissing her mom and turned to me. Her cheeks were red, her lips wet. She was breathing hard, clearly very aroused. Following another impulse, I leaned in and kissed her. Her full lips were soft and warm. We kissed for several seconds before I pulled away.

I took her hand, helping her to get up. Then I put my arms around her and kissed her again, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. She was a wonderful kisser, almost as good as my sister Kate.

“Mmm, nice, so nice…” I gasped, trying to catch my breath after a minute or so of intense kissing. “And, um, tonight, I… I have to lick your pussy… but not right now… first, um, I want you to show me your mom’s vagina. Take off her panties and show me her vagina.”

“Wow,” Brandi grinned, “you’re like, just, so hot!”

She gave me one more quick kiss, then knelt between her mother’s legs, quickly reaching under the flared skirt to grasp her panties and start tugging them down.

Emma’s panties were black, like her daughter’s. When they were off, I asked Brandi to hand them to me. I looked at the crotch. There was a gooey wet spot in the middle. I sniffed the spot. It smelled delicious. Gazing into Emma’s beautiful blue-green eyes, I licked the undies, tasting her pussy juice.

They were both watching me, admiration in their looks. Evidently I had succeeded in convincing them I was a worthy addition to their kinky group.

I had one more dirty idea. “Brandi, take off your panties and give them to me.”

Her eyes went wide. But she shrugged and got to her feet, hiking up her short dress and slipping her black panties down her legs. God, I loved her legs. So long and white and perfectly shaped. Brandi really turned me on.

She handed me her undies. I repeated the ritual of studying the crotch, sniffing it, and then licking the wet spot, tasting her.

“Wow…” Brandi sighed.

“I’m taking these home with me,” I told them, holding up the two pairs of panties, one in each hand. “These are my souvenirs. I’m going to show them to my little sisters and tell them they’re from a hot mother and daughter that I fucked while I was on my trip.”

I couldn’t believe I was talking that way! When this bold assertive Julie would come out and take over for shy, retiring Julie, sometimes I could really surprise myself.

Emma grinned at me. Brandi just shook her head.

“Now,” I went on, “Brandi, you were supposed to show me your mom’s vagina, right?”

“Oh, um, yeah, I was.” She knelt again between her mother’s legs, pushing them wide apart. Emma helped by sliding forward in the chair a little while holding her skirt up around her waist.

Acting as if this was something she did all the time — and perhaps it was — Brandi inserted her fingers between Emma’s pussy lips and spread them open for me. She looked back over her shoulder. “See?”

“Awesome, really hot,” I said, and I meant it.

Emma had a super sexy pussy. I felt my mouth watering as I stared into her wet pink center. I realized then that I’d started masturbating again, one hand on my breasts, the other rubbing my clit.

“I, um —” I had to clear my throat. “I really want to lick you later, Emma, god you look so good. But right now, Brandi, you lick her, okay? Eat your mom’s cunt for me and make her come in your mouth.”

“Okay,” she nodded happily. After blowing me a little kiss, she leaned in and began to lick her mother’s vagina. Emma groaned and closed her eyes, holding her daughter’s head in her hands, pulling her face into her crotch.

Next to them was Katherine. She and my mom were both nude. They were perched on the arms of a stuffed chair, Katherine holding Laura on her lap, Mommy holding Chrissy on hers. As I’d requested, the two little girls were still wearing their clothes.

I wondered for a moment what it must be like for them, a 6-year-old and a 7-year-old surrounded by a large group of women and girls getting naked and starting to have sex. For what it’s worth, they appeared completely happy, beaming as they took in everything that was going on.

I turned and looked slowly around, seeing what they saw… Brandi licking her mother, Emma… Leslie fucking her sister while her younger sister and their mother sat on the sofa, watching them and masturbating… on the other sofa, Cindy licking her mom’s pussy and finger-fucking her too, while little Shelby was eagerly riding her mother’s face, sliding her hairless pussy back and forth over the woman’s lips and tongue… then there was Logan fucking her daughter as Delia, Cassia, and Olympia watched and groped each other…

“Cassia!” I called across the room. She looked over at me.

“You and your sister, take off all your clothes now and get down on the floor and start licking each other. You know, like, um, in a 69 position.” (I’d learned that expression from watching lesbian porn with my mom and my sister.)

Cassia and Delia both smiled and nodded, then began to undress.

“And Olympia? Um, you sit in a chair, please, and masturbate while you watch your daughters, okay? You can take off your panties if you want but leave your dress on for now. I like it.”

The older woman grinned at me. “I’m not wearing any underwear, dear. But thank you for the compliment on my dress.”

“Oh, um, okay,” I giggled. “You’re welcome, and, like, just go ahead I guess and masturbate.”

I mentioned that Katherine and my mother were holding Laura and Chrissy on their laps, except they were not only holding them — they were also rubbing their fingers up and down between the girls’ legs, caressing their little vulvas. In Chrissy’s case, it was over the top of her shorts and her tights. My mom had Laura’s dress pulled up and she was rubbing the child’s pussy through her thin white panties. It looked to me like she was pressing in pretty hard. The tiny brunette would sometimes gasp or her body would give a start when my mother’s fingers found just the right spot.

“Katherine, you can take off Chrissy’s clothes now,” I instructed.

“All right.”

She began by lifting her daughter’s tank top and pulling it off over her head while the girl was still on her lap. Chrissy’s chest was completely flat. Not a hint of breast development, her nipples just pale pink dots. After Katherine unsnapped and unzipped the purple short shorts, the girl slid off her lap. Her mommy knelt beside Chrissy to remove her shorts and her shoes and then pealed the black tights down her legs and off. All that was left was a pair of dark blue cotton panties, which Katherine quickly removed.

I was masturbating as I looked at the two of them together: a beautiful woman, 28 years old, a dance instructor with a toned, fit body, and her young daughter, only 7, both of them naked, gazing up at me expectantly, waiting for me to tell them what to do.

“Chrissy?” I crouched down, taking her hand. “Do you know how to lick your mommy’s pussy? How to give her an orgasm?”

“Uh-huh,” she affirmed with an eager nod.

Wow, these people were so amazing! Where had this group been all my life? Of course, I was still only 12 and hadn’t had a very long life yet so I didn’t really have anything to complain about. I really felt lucky — and these kids, starting out so much younger than me, were even luckier!

“Okay, so, Katherine, you sit down now,” I said.

My mother stood up, holding Laura in her arms, making room for Katherine to sit in the chair and spread her legs. Chrissy got on her knees in front of her mom.

Already starting to breathe hard, Katherine used her fingers to spread her pussy lips apart, looking down at her little girl’s face, licking her lips as she watched the child extend her tongue and begin licking her.

“Know what I want you to do, Mommy?” I asked.

“What, darling?”

“Um, I’m going to take off Laura’s clothes, and then I’m going to kiss her and touch her, and I want you to masturbate while you’re watching us.”

“Gladly, my love.” After setting the little brunette down next to me, my mom immediately began rubbing her own pussy.

At only 6 years old, Laura was not even four feet tall. I leaned over and took her face in my hands, looking into those huge brown eyes. I saw nothing there but acceptance and eagerness. She had been cherished all her life, protected and nurtured by her adoring mother, taught the ways of love between women and girls. The child had no fear of the females that her mommy shared her with because all she had ever known from them was joy and excitement and pleasure. I hoped that would always be true for her.

“Laura, honey, do you know how to kiss, using your tongue?”

“Yeah, I do!” she nodded, smiling brightly.

I was still holding her face in my hands. What an incredible moment this is, I thought to myself. I’m about to french-kiss a 6-year-old girl, and then I’m going to take off all her clothes and I can touch her and lick her and do anything I want with her!

“You’re a very, very pretty little girl,” I whispered.

“Thank you.”

“I’m going to kiss you now, okay?”

“Okay.”

I leaned in, bringing my mouth to hers. I kissed her once, very softly. When I kissed her a second time, her lips parted and I felt her tongue teasing my lips. I opened my mouth, meeting her tongue with mine. Soon we were kissing wetly, deeply, so erotically. A little girl, even younger than my baby sister, was kissing me that way!

When I finally pulled away, I was trembling with arousal. “God, Laura, you are, you are just… you get me so excited!”

She giggled. A cute little girl, almost unaware of the effect she could have on other women and girls. Almost.

“Um, so, I’m going to take off your dress now. Is that all right?”

“Yes.”

The short dress was so adorable, so innocent and girly, that I was tempted to leave it on her. But I was also very eager to see her naked body and I wanted everyone else to see it too. The dress had three buttons in the back. I opened those and it slipped right off over her head. She wore nothing underneath except those panties I had seen, the white panties my mother had been rubbing.

Laura’s undies were thin and tight-fitting. They clung to her shape, revealing every contour of her puffy little-girl labia. I put my hand between her legs, touching her where my mom had touched her.

“Is it okay if I touch you this way?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded.

I slid my hand up and down, feeling her shape, her warmth, the sponginess of her lips, the alluring cleft in the center. I heard my mother gasping above us as she watched me fondle this young girl. I could smell my mom’s pussy again. I looked up. She was standing close to us, just behind me and to my right, fucking herself, two fingers pumping in and out of her juicy cunt.

As I looked up, Laura looked at her too. The child’s big brown eyes seemed to grow even larger and rounder than they already were, if that’s possible.

“Do you like to look at my mommy, honey?”

Laura nodded.

“She has a very nice pussy, doesn’t she?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay, baby, I want you to lie down on the floor now, and I’m going to take off your undies, all right?”

“Okay.”

When she was on the floor, on her back, I leaned down and kissed her pussy, kissed it through her white panties. I looked up at Laura’s face. She wasn’t watching me. Her eyes were fastened on my mom, staring at her as she vigorously masturbated.

I kissed Laura’s pussy one more time, through her undies, and then I licked her. The thin material quickly became almost transparent as I licked her labia, pressing my tongue against her.

“Oh, fuck!”

That was my mother. She was getting very close, almost ready to come.

“Mom? Don’t finish yet, okay? Hold on a minute longer.”

“What, honey…? Oh, uh… okay.” She slowed her motions just a bit, putting off her orgasm until I told her it was time.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of Laura’s panties and pulled them down, revealing her naked slit, her bare, white, perfectly smooth little pussy.

“Oh god,” Mommy sighed.

“I know,” I agreed. “She’s so beautiful.”

Leaning down, bringing my face to the child’s crotch, I kissed her pussy lips. I could hear my mother moaning behind me. I used my fingers to gently open Laura’s pussy, spreading her puffy lips apart, and then I kissed her again, giving her a kiss inside her little pussy.

“Oh, god, please, honey, please, I have to come!!” My mom was begging me.

“Okay.” I leaned back, looking up at her. “But not while you’re standing up. I want you to get down on the floor instead and put your pussy right in front of Laura’s face. Get on top of her. Masturbate on her face, Mommy. I want to see you come right on this little girl’s face.”

I got up and helped my mom position herself over Laura’s face, kneeling with her thighs on either side of the girl’s head. I placed Laura’s hands on my mother’s bottom, telling her to rub her and squeeze her. But the child wasn’t paying much attention to my instructions. She was staring intently at my mom’s pussy, at her swollen pink labia, shiny with her juices.

Getting down on my knees, I put my face right next to Laura’s, looking up with her at my mother’s cunt. “Do you want to watch her come, baby?” I whispered.

“Yep,” she nodded.

I gently kissed the girl’s lips. Then I turned my head and kissed Mommy’s pussy, rubbing my lips around between her lips, coating my mouth with her fluids. I turned back and gave Laura a very wet kiss.

“After my mom is done,” I told her, “after she finishes having an orgasm, then you can kiss her there too, okay? You can kiss her and lick her and taste her as much as you want. All right?”

The little girl smiled at me, nodding again. It looked like she was having a very good time.

I sat up and gave my mother a nice kiss, sharing the taste on my lips with her, the taste of her pussy juice. “I love you, Mommy,” I said.

“I love you too, sexy Julie.”

“Okay, go ahead now. You can make yourself come. Rub your pretty clit and fuck your cunt and have a nice wet climax on Laura’s face.”

“Oh, god, yes,” my mother sighed as she began to masturbate again.

I got to my feet and looked around the room. I shook my head in astonishment, marveling at what was happening, all the delicious, forbidden, underage lesbian sex and incest that was going on right in front of me.

My mom was sitting on top of a little girl, a 6-year-old girl, and she was fucking herself, getting ready to come in the little girl’s face. That little girl’s sister, who was only 7, was licking her own mother’s pussy. Brandi was licking her mom and finger-fucking her too. Leslie was tribbing with Mindy — no, wait, apparently she’d finished with Mindy, she must have already made her come while I wasn’t watching (darn it!), because now she was fucking her other sister, Tina, instead. Mindy was on the sofa with her mom and both were masturbating as they watched Leslie and Tina. Logan was on the floor with Diana, the teenager’s legs wrapped around her mother’s bottom, pulling their pussies together as they kissed and fucked. Cassia and Delia were locked in a hot 69, mouths working busily on each other’s hairy cunts while their mother, Olympia, watched them and masturbated.

On the other sofa, where I’d begun giving my directions for this orgy, Shelby was moving very fast on her mom’s face, rocking her nude little body up and down. I wasn’t sure an 8-year-old girl could have an orgasm, but it sure looked as though that was about to happen. Cindy was licking Shannon and also fucking her with her finger, and I noticed that Cindy’s other hand was between her own legs. The 10-year-old blonde was masturbating while she ate her mother’s cunt.

I was masturbating too.

My pussy was very wet, so very wet and so very hot. I knew I could quickly make myself come — and I decided I wanted to come on someone. But who?

I scanned the room, and then I had an idea.

Continue on to Chapter 66

By Naughty Mommy

After the party had been going on for more than an hour and everyone had finished eating their dinner, Cassia and Delia and a couple of the moms who were there cleared off the dining room table, taking all the dishes back to the kitchen. Then they brought out trays filled with yummy-looking homemade cookies and brownies, along with fresh pots of coffee and some soft drinks for the kids.

While we were enjoying the treats, a few of the women started rearranging the living room, moving chairs around and turning one of the sofas to make a big open space in the middle surrounded by seating. A long empty coffee table was placed in the center of the newly created circle.

When everything was set, people began taking their seats. I noticed that the daughters were now sitting together with their mothers, so I went to stand by my mom, who was near the entrance to the room, talking with Olympia. Mommy put her arm around my shoulder, hugging me as we listened to what the older woman was saying.

It seemed to be something about how she and someone else, a woman with a name I didn’t catch, had founded the Sapphic Retreat quite a few years before. She spoke about how it had started out as a private club and how it had gradually expanded and that lots of people were now a part of it. I couldn’t understand everything, but I heard the word ‘co-op’ and I gathered that it meant the business was sort of a cooperative effort, with many different women involved in various ways.

Anyhow, once everyone was seated, Olympia turned to the group, getting their attention. She stood erect, smiling proudly. As they quieted, she began to speak.

“Ladies, girls, friends, lovers…” there were a few giggles in the room “…I’m so pleased to have you all here tonight, and to be able to join with you in welcoming our newest companions, Suzanne and Julie.”

Olympia began applauding and everyone joined her. I was startled, not sure what to do or think. My mother and I were standing back a bit, behind Olympia, but she turned to us and gestured us forward.

Holding my hand, my mother walked slowly to the center of the room as everyone clapped. She gave a slight bow, so I did too. My mom was smiling broadly and I tried to do that as well, although I think I still looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

When the applause ended, Olympia said, “Here we are all mothers who love their daughters, and daughters who love their mothers, and sisters who love their sisters. We are family and we are lovers and we are not ashamed to be both. We rejoice in the close bonds that we share, in that deep intimacy that can only occur between a woman and another woman, or a woman and a girl, or between two young girls together. We know that this bond of connection becomes even deeper and more intimate when that woman and that girl are mother and daughter or when those girls are sisters.”

She smiled at Cassia and Delia when she said that part. They were seated in armchairs next to each other and as they returned their mother’s smile, they took each other’s hands.

“And so, tonight we gather to celebrate the joyous sexual union of another wonderful mother-daughter pair, a beautiful woman and her equally charming and beautiful daughter. We are so pleased that they have chosen to share their happiness with us and to share themselves with us.”

She stopped for a moment and the room was quiet. Mommy and I were just standing there in the middle, holding hands. I didn’t know what to do. My stomach felt all jumpy. I was mostly looking down, but when I glanced up, I did see a lot of warm smiles.

Finally Olympia continued speaking. “Suzanne and Julie, we welcome you. We honor you. We congratulate you.” She paused again, then added, “And now, will you please show yourselves to us?”

My mom turned to me, whispering, “Take off your dress, honey.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, giving me a wink.

My heart was pounding. I don’t know why I was getting so anxious and worked up about all this. It was basically what I wanted and what I expected. But being in the center of a big group like that, on display, had me trembling.

Luckily, I was still able to use my brain. As I slowly began to unbutton my dress, my nervous fingers fumbling, I thought back to other times when I’d felt shy and scared that way, like in the limousine with Linda on my birthday six months earlier, and how I’d overcome my shyness by telling myself that I was someone special, someone strong and powerful, with a body that really got people excited. Recalling that experience and the attitude of strength I’d adopted then made me feel more confident and secure in what I was doing now.

I could have simply opened the top few buttons of my red dress and pulled it off over my head, but as I looked up and discovered a sea of feminine faces following my every move, I decided to make a show of it. Yes, that’s what I would do. If they wanted a show, I could put on a show. I’d done it before, stripping for my mom, twice in fact, and she seemed to love my style.

Taking a deep breath, I held my head up high and smiled at the group. I began to turn gradually around as I continued unbuttoning the dress, letting everyone catch glimpses of my young body when the fabric parted over my breasts, then my belly, then my crotch.

My mother was also putting on a show for them, I realized. Her little black dress had a zipper on the side, under one arm. After she’d pulled that down, she began to slowly draw the hem of the dress up over her bare legs, temptingly, tantalizingly, until she reached the top of her thighs. Like me, she turned in a little circle, displaying herself to everyone.

By then, my own dress was unbuttoned all the way down. I glanced at my mom, catching her eye. In the same instant she suddenly lifted the black dress over her head and I whipped my dress open, letting it slide from my arms and fall to the floor. My mom flung her dress away, both of us laughing as the room burst into wild applause, our audience clapping and cheering, some even whistling for us.

We held our arms up over our heads, turning again to show ourselves, in all our nakedness, to our friends. When we were done, we fell into each other’s arms, hugging and kissing to even more cheers and applause.

Olympia came to us, still clapping, smiling and thanking us, giving us each a kiss on the cheek.

After the room settled down, the older woman faced me and announced, “Now, Julie, as our guest, we invite you to choose how we will begin. You may select anyone in the room and ask them to do anything you would like to see them do with anyone else in the room.”

I stared at her, less aware of my nudity at that point than of my astonishment at what she was saying. “I can — um — anyone…?” I stammered.

“Yes, dearest, anyone and anything. It’s your choice. Please be our guest.”

“Anyone…?” I repeated stupidly.

My mother put her hand on my shoulder, giving me a squeeze, murmuring, “It’s okay, baby, let’s just relax and have some fun.”

Then she swept her arm around the room, saying more loudly, “Look at all these pretty girls and women. Would you like to see a few of them kiss each other? Or do something else?”

Everyone was waiting expectantly for me. A grin crept over my face, an evil grin. I was in a roomful of hot young girls with their sisters and their moms, and I could decide what they would do with each other. Anything! With anyone!!

My mind reeled at the possibilities.

Wearing nothing but my shoes, I turned a slow circle, assessing all my options. I saw Shannon seated on a sofa between Cindy and Shelby, her daughters nestled close to her. I saw Katherine in a loveseat with Chrissy and Laura, the little girls perched on her knees. Emma was in an armchair with Brandi in her lap, Emma gently stroking her daughter’s beautiful bare legs. On the other sofa, Nicole was in the center, her arms enclosing her younger daughters, Tina and Mindy, with Leslie sitting on the floor between her mother’s legs, looking up at me. Leslie had a hand inside her blouse, apparently fondling her braless breast. Logan was seated in another stuffed chair, with Diana on the arm, her tiny skirt hiked up enough that I could see her white panties. Then there were Cassia and Delia. The women were sitting down and both had their legs wide apart, showing me that they wore no underwear, dark bushes clearly visible. I licked my lips as I stared at them.

Then I turned to Olympia. “Um, okay, I think I’m ready.”

“Very well,” she replied.

“Except, like, could I make it more than one thing? I mean, is that okay?”

“Certainly it is, sweetheart. You can ask anyone to do anything you want, as many times as you want. Please feel free. Make all of us your playthings.”

“Thank you. This is just so… so amazing.” My hand went involuntarily to my breast and I played with my nipple as I looked once more around the room. I saw quite a few smiles of approval from girls and women who enjoyed the way I was touching myself.

“I want to start with, um, with Cindy, and… and your family, okay?”

Cindy nodded eagerly. She seemed pleased to have been chosen.

“So, Cindy, could you take off Shelby’s clothes, please?”

Like I said, I really wanted to see that little girl naked. I heard several murmurs of appreciation. Apparently I wasn’t the only one with that desire.

Cindy smiled and went quickly to work. First she removed the child’s white tennis shoes and bobby socks and set them aside. Then she unfastened the straps on her denim overalls and had the girl stand up. As she lowered the overalls and Shelby’s little crotch came into view, covered only by the thin white leotard, there were more murmurs and sighs of appreciation. The stretchy material concealed nothing. The girl’s shape was clearly revealed to us, every contour of her slim little 8-year-old’s body, including the points of her tiny nipples and the puffiness of her labia, that tempting slit so beautifully outlined.

I had both hands on my breasts now, squeezing and pinching my turgid nipples.

Without even being asked or instructed by me, Cindy took Shelby’s pretty face in her hands and gave her sister a kiss. I moaned and put a hand between my legs, touching my pussy lips. I was already very wet. I started rubbing myself, masturbating as I watched the two young girls kiss each other. I didn’t care at all now about being naked in front of the group, about feeling nervous or scared. I wasn’t either of those things, not any more. I was excited and aroused, eager to see more.

Cindy pulled the white leotard down Shelby’s arms and then all the way off. The little blonde girl was naked. And she was perfect.

The sisters looked at me, happy to do whatever I asked next of them.

“Shannon?” I croaked.

My voice was hoarse, thick with lust. I could feel beads of sweat on my forehead and my upper lip. I didn’t care. As I continued masturbating, I cleared my throat and said, “Would you please take off Cindy’s dress?”

The woman grinned. “Yes, I’d like to.”

The little yellow dress was sleeveless, with a square neckline. It came to just above the girl’s pretty knees. Cindy kicked off her flat shoes, pushing them to the side, and then Shannon, still seated, began opening the buttons on the back of the dress. When she was done, she lowered the dress to the floor, helping her daughter step out of it.

Underneath, Cindy was wearing a white cotton bralette and white panties, both trimmed with lace. She looked adorably cute and feminine and so sexy.

“Take off her bra,” I whispered.

I said that barely loud enough for Shannon to hear. But she did hear me, and she complied. She pulled the little bralette over Cindy’s head and set it on the sofa.

“Kiss her nipples,” I requested, still in a hoarse whisper.

Shannon smiled broadly at me, then put her hands on Cindy’s waist and drew the girl closer so she could kiss her puffy pink nipples. The 10-year-old didn’t really have any breasts yet, just those lovely swollen nipples. As her mother kissed them, I heard oohs and ahhs around the room. I didn’t look to see, but I’m pretty sure that by then I was not the only one who was masturbating.

After kissing both nipples, Shannon extended her tongue, lapping at them, licking them, making them visibly grow fuller. Then she sucked them briefly, each of the nipples, going back and forth between them a few times.

I was really rubbing myself now, my fingers moving fast over my clit. I wasn’t quite ready to come, but I felt so good, so hot, so excited. This was awesome!

“Now, um, now her panties.”

Nodding, Shannon hooked her fingers into the waistband of the white cotton panties and began pulling them down. When Cindy was naked, the young girl turned around to face the room, smiling and displaying herself to us, her smooth hairless pussy, her nearly flat chest, her nipples still swollen and wet from her mother’s tongue.

“Oh goddamn!”

It was my mom. I glanced down at her. She was perched on the coffee table, just behind me and to my left. She was fucking herself with her fingers, her face flushed and shiny with sweat. Mommy licked her lips as she stared at the girl’s nude body.

I looked a little further and saw Brandi, still on her mother’s lap, but sitting with her legs apart now, her dress pulled up. Emma was caressing her daughter’s pussy through her black panties. Beyond them, I could see Leslie seated on the floor in front of her mom, her knees drawn up, her fingers pressing in on the crotch of her tight jeans.

Turning the other way, I found Cassia, Delia, and Olympia standing not far from me. Delia was in the middle. Her mother, Olympia, had a hand between Delia’s legs, under her short skirt. Cassia was grabbing and squeezing her sister’s breasts through her blouse and bra while nibbling at her ear.

It was time for more. “Cindy, push up your mom’s skirt. Open her legs for us.”

“All right.”

The girl knelt on the floor and lifted Shannon’s gray pleated skirt up to her waist. Underneath we saw pretty lavender panties, almost the color of the satin blouse she was wearing.

“Push her legs wide apart,” I instructed.

She did. Shannon helped by sliding down on the sofa, making it easier to spread her thighs all the way open.

“Now put your fingers on her panties. Rub your fingers over her pussy.”

“Okay.”

We all watched as the girl laid her hand over her mother’s vulva, rubbing up and down, stroking her pussy lips through the panties.

“Press in harder.”

“Okay.”

And then we saw what I wanted to see.

When Cindy pressed her fingers into the center of her mommy’s panties, pushing the thin fabric between her lips, the lavender undies began to darken, growing moist. A spot right in the middle quickly became darker, the material clearly getting very wet. Shannon groaned as she felt her daughter’s fingers touching her sex.

“Kiss her pussy,” I whispered. “Kiss it through her panties.”

Cindy nodded, happily lowering her mouth to kiss her mother’s pussy lips through the wet fabric of her panties. She kissed her once, twice, another time, and then another. Shannon groaned again, more loudly this time, taking Cindy’s head in her hands and pulling her face into her crotch.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes!” My mom’s voice. It sounded as if she was getting close.

“Now you can take off her panties,” I instructed.

“All right.”

“No wait —” I’d changed my mind. “First, um, first, Shelby, you and Cindy, take off your mom’s top, okay? Her blouse.”

“Okay.”

Shannon sat up a bit and the girls quickly unbuttoned the satin blouse, then pulled it off her and laid it aside. Underneath, Shannon wore a lavender bra that matched the panties. The woman was small breasted, probably just an A-cup, thin and slight, the same as her daughters. Her skin was pale, with a few freckles on her chest.

“Shannon, take off the bra, please.”

She reached behind her back, unhooked it, and handed it to Cindy, who laid the bra over the blouse. As we watched, Shannon placed her hands on her own breasts, kneading them and squeezing the nipples. I hadn’t asked her to do that. It was just automatic. And very hot. I waited a few seconds, enjoying her display of lusty sensuality.

Then I continued. “Now I want to see both girls, um, Cindy and Shelby, suck your mommy’s nipples. Okay?”

“Okay!” The young blondes nodded, grinning eagerly. They hopped up on the sofa, one on either side of their mother, put their mouths over her breasts, and began to suck.

I watched them for a moment, then turned to Katherine, who was seated on my left in an armchair by the sofa. Her daughters, Chrissy and Laura, were in her lap. I smiled at Katherine and she readily returned my smile. It was obvious that she was completely willing to do anything I asked of her — anything. What a great party!

Although I was still masturbating, I had slowed my movements some. I was just gently rubbing my pussy now, keeping my little clit nice and happy and hard. My mother, however, was vigorously fucking herself as she watched Shelby and Cindy sucking on their mom’s tits. I leaned down and kissed the top of her head. She looked up at me.

“Mommy, don’t stop. Keep doing that, but stand up, okay?”

“Oh, uh, all right.”

I helped her get up. She stood a bit awkwardly, her knees apart, her fingers sliding in and out of her dripping wet cunt. I led her over to stand in front of beautiful Katherine and her little girls.

Laura’s big brown eyes were rounder than ever as she stared at the sight before her.

“Do you like that, honey?” I said to the girl. “This is my mommy. Do you like watching her fuck herself that way?”

“Uh-huh, I do,” Laura nodded. The child was only 6 years old, but I was certain she had seen this kind of thing before, probably many times, and I was equally certain that she enjoyed it.

Chrissy was staring intently too as my mother masturbated in front of them. I couldn’t tell for sure, but it seemed to me that the 7-year-old was squeezing her thighs together, becoming very aroused. I didn’t know if a girl that young could have an orgasm — I hadn’t at that age — but tonight I hoped to find out for sure.

Katherine was sitting up in the chair, her arms around her daughters’ waists. The brunette was licking her lips, breathing deeply, her chest thrust forward, stiff nipples clearly protruding through the figure-hugging knit dress she wore.

“Laura,” I said softly, “have you ever tasted a woman’s pussy juice? Do you sometimes watch your mommy fuck herself this way?”

She nodded.

“Does she let you taste her then?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Would you like to taste my mom now? See what her pussy juice tastes like?”

The little girl licked her lips and nodded eagerly, her huge brown eyes fastened on the wet vagina just in front of her.

“Ohh fuck!!” My mother groaned. She was really going at it now, plunging her fingers rapidly in and out, her whole vulva shiny with her juices. Droplets sprayed into the air as her hand slapped against her womanly cunt. The smell of her sex was strong and seductive.

I put my hand on her arm. “Mommy, Laura wants to taste you.”

She didn’t slow her movements. My mom continued fucking herself fast and hard. I didn’t blame her, of course. I had just told her that the youngest girl in the room, a 6-year-old child, was waiting for a taste of her pussy juice. No wonder she wanted to masturbate and climax!

“Mommy.” I gripped her wrist. “Let Laura taste you. And then Chrissy too.”

“Oh uh —” she gasped, sucking in air “— okay, I, I’m sorry.”

Taking a big deep breath and then slowly letting it out, she finally stopped her pumping action. After another long deep breath, she pushed her fingers in once more as far as they would go, and then slowly drew them out, holding them up to Laura’s mouth.

The little girl smiled, those huge liquid brown eyes full of desire and anticipation. She parted her lips and let my mother put her dripping fingers inside her mouth. Laura held my mom’s hand in her hand, looking up into her eyes while she licked and sucked the wet fingers. Mommy shivered with excitement as she watched the girl enjoying the taste of her cunt.

“That’s good,” I said. “Now it’s Chrissy’s turn.”

“All right,” my mom breathed, shoving the two fingers back up inside her vagina, all the way in as far as they could go, wriggling them around, coating them with her juices, and then drawing them out and giving them to Chrissy.

I looked over at Shelby and Cindy. The two young girls, both naked, were curled up with their mother, one on either side of her, happily sucking her nipples. Their thin, soft, white bodies looked so appealing, so innocent and pure. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on them, to touch them and kiss them and lick them. Shannon was stroking their hair, cooing to them. It was a beautiful tableau — but now I had something else in mind for the little family.

Turning back to my mom, I said, “Mommy, I want you to help Laura and Chrissy take off their mother’s clothes, all her clothes, all right? And when she’s naked, then I want all three of you to hug her and kiss her, okay?”

“All right,” my mother nodded.

“But, um, but don’t take off Chrissy’s or Laura’s clothes, not yet. Not until I tell you to.”

My mom grinned at me. Normally she would be the one in charge, but tonight I was taking control. I’d been given the opportunity and I was taking full advantage of it. She took my chin in her hand and gave me a quick kiss. “I love you, Julie.”

“I love you too, Mom.” I gave her a second kiss. “Now get to work.”

“Okay, we will,” she chuckled.

Chrissy and Laura slid off their mother’s knees and helped Katherine get to her feet so they could begin undressing her.

I stepped back to the sofa. Shannon’s eyes were closed as she petted her daughter’s heads and held them to her breasts. I waited a moment, not wanting to interrupt their pleasure, although I was sure they would enjoy the next thing just as much.

“Um, Cindy? Shelby?”

Releasing their mother’s nipples from their mouths, the little blondes looked up at me, happiness in their eyes.

“You guys having fun?”

“Uh-huh,” they both giggled.

“Okay, I’m glad. So, um, Cindy, I want to see you lick your mom’s pussy now. You wanna do that?”

“Yeah, I’d love to!” she nodded.

“All right, um, take off her panties first.” As Shannon lifted her bottom from the sofa, Cindy slid the lavender undies down her legs and off, leaving them on the floor.

“That’s good. Now, Shannon, why don’t you lie down, okay? With your head over that way, that’s right.”

I positioned the woman with her head near Shelby. I asked Cindy to move to the other end, to kneel on the sofa between her mother’s legs and begin licking her. And then I said, “Shelby, honey, you get up on top of your mommy and sit on her face, okay?”

“Okay!”

Showing not a moment’s hesitation, the child climbed onto the sofa and placed her hairless pussy in front of her mother’s mouth. Shannon smiled broadly, using her fingers to carefully part her daughter’s labia.

I heard her moan as she looked closely at the girl, and I leaned in to see what she was seeing. Oh my god — the 8-year-old was wet inside, definitely very wet! Her pink slit and her little vagina glistened with moisture.

My hand immediately went to my clit and I began to masturbate again as I stared at the awesome sight. I really wanted to make myself come as I watched Shannon starting to lick her young daughter’s pussy.

But I had other responsibilities. A whole roomful of women and girls were waiting for me to give them direction, to tell them exactly what they should be doing with each other, any and all sexual perversions I wanted to see them perform.

I turned and faced the group, still rubbing myself.

Continue on to Chapter 65

By Naughty Mommy

We finally did get dressed and leave the room and eat some breakfast that day. But not until first doing as I’d suggested, taking a nice shower, washing each other, happily rubbing our hot soapy hands all over everywhere. After barely drying off, we dashed back to the bed and made hot love for another hour or so, before getting up to take a second shower.

By this time, though, we were both getting really hungry. And no wonder, it was almost 1:00 PM!

We ate french toast with maple syrup and fresh fruit on the side. I drank juice and my mom had coffee. Cassia and Delia were all smiles, warmly greeting us. They were well aware, of course, what my mom and I had been up to all those hours in our room. I grinned to myself as I remembered that I’d made sure they could hear what we were doing.

It was a gorgeous day outside, bright and sunny and pleasantly warm for March, the air smelling fresh and clean. Some of that, perhaps, is a reflection of how I was feeling inside, but anyway, I was on top of the world as my mother and I went for a long walk after our delicious brunch.

We strolled up and down the lanes, looking at the beautiful forested hills, finding some open meadows, hearing a few birds singing early spring songs. As we walked, I began thinking. I pondered how our lives would be different now, my mom’s and mine. What did this mean for us, this change in our relationship?

“Mommy, um, when we get back — back home, I mean — will everything, like, be different now? I mean, since you and me are, you know, really truly lovers and stuff?”

She squeezed my hand. “What do you mean, sweetie, when you say ‘be different’? Can you be more specific?”

That was one of the things I loved about her, one of the many things. She would almost always check to be sure she knew just what we were asking before she started to give an answer. I knew that was part of her legal training, but I also knew it was just how she was, someone who really cared about the people she loved, who wanted to know and understand what they were thinking.

“Well, I mean, um, will you and me sleep in the same bed now, when we get home? And will we, like, tell Kate and Molly about it, about the stuff we did up here, I mean? Also, I guess, can I, you know, do all the things with Kate that I did with you last night? Or even, I don’t know, maybe even with Molly?”

My mother squeezed my hand again. “Those are good questions, honey, very good questions.”

She didn’t say anything else right away. We kept walking. I could tell she was thinking about what I’d asked, and so I didn’t interrupt.

After about five minutes, she said, “Let’s take those issues one at a time. Starting with, will we sleep in the same bed… I don’t think we should, and I’ll tell you why. I don’t mean we can’t ever, I love doing it, but it should happen just once in a while, as a treat. There are two reasons for that. First, because I am not only your lover now, your romantic lover and your sexual partner, I am also still your mother. I think we would do best to try to maintain that relationship, along with our new one. You are still a growing girl, you have your tough teenage years ahead of you, and I want to be able to stay in that role, as your mother, your protector, your guide, so I can assist you, counsel you, and even discipline you if I ever need to. It may not be easy for us to keep those roles separate, but I think we can do it if we try, and I think we should try. Does that make sense to you?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “It does, it really does.”

I felt myself starting to get choked up again as I marveled at her, at her intellect, at her love for me, at the way it all came together to make her the person she was, the woman I loved.

“It does make sense,” I managed to add, in a somewhat hoarse voice. “I agree.”

“And the second reason is discretion,” she went on. “You know as well as I do that a lot of narrow-minded people would be horrified if they ever found out about our relationship. Horrified and most likely furious. I could really get in trouble, legal trouble, I mean. But I’m willing to take that chance because I love you and I want to be with you this way. However, we have to stay acutely aware of the situation we’re in, of the risks involved. We’ll have to be extra careful not to let anyone know what we’re doing, not even give the slightest hint. Some people will know about it, of course, people we trust, but to most of the world, we can only present ourselves as a normal mom and daughter, a normal family. That means we should still have separate bedrooms, sleep in our own beds at night, and so on. Do you agree with that too?”

“Yeah, but, Mom, it’s scary to think about you getting in trouble. That would be awful. I mean, I would die if anything really bad ever happened to you. Maybe we just shouldn’t—”

She stopped walking and turned to face me, her hands gripping my shoulders. “No! We are not going to let others determine how we live. We are strong, independent women. We can and we will make our own choices. Oh, we’ll play their little game, acting out our conventional roles in their conventional world. But that’s all an act. We are fooling them. You and I will know we are choosing to live the way we want to live, not the way someone else is telling us how to live. Do you get that?”

My eyes were wide, my mouth agape. Never before had I seen her being so ferocious in defense of our ‘alternative lifestyle’. I knew she had a reputation for being strong and tough in the courtroom. That was part of what made her so successful as an attorney, asserting and demanding the just rights of her clients. I’d never had the opportunity to watch her in court, but now I was learning how powerful she could be when she had an idea she deeply believed in and that she fully intended to convey, no matter what it took.

“Yeah, um, I’m sorry, Mom. I agree, we should live how we want to live.”

“That’s right.” She looked sharply at me. “Don’t ever take any of that for granted, honey. Women and men have fought for years, for centuries, to get us where we are today, and we still have a long way to go. It would be very easy for us to backslide again if we aren’t careful.”

“Okay,” I nodded meekly.

She smiled for the first time in a while. “Oh, look at me, Clarence Darrow and Gloria Steinem and Susan B. Anthony, all rolled into one. But this stuff is important to me. It’s important to you and your sisters too, or it should be.”

“I know.”

My mother gazed at me for a few seconds before leaning in to give me a quick kiss on the lips. “Okay, I’m done. The plaintiff rests.”

“Whew!” I chuckled, “I’m really glad I’m on your side.”

“That’s funny,” she grinned. “That’s what my boss says sometimes.”

“I can imagine.”

We began walking again, hand in hand, calming down after my mom’s outburst.

A minute went by, and then she said, “So, uh, there were a couple of other questions you raised. First, how much should we tell your sisters about what you and I did up here. And second, can you start having sex now with Kate, going all the way, I guess, the way we have. Is that what you asked? Did I leave anything out?”

“Um, well, I asked about Molly too. About doing stuff with her, I mean.”

“Oh, yes, of course. How could I have forgotten that!” She squeezed my hand again and I giggled.

“All right. Well, it would be pretty awkward if we didn’t tell them what we did here,” she said. “I mean, we don’t have to go into all the details necessarily, but I don’t want us to have to keep secrets from them either. Do you agree?”

“Yeah, I really do. Especially with Kate. I mean, Molly’s younger, so I don’t know how much we should say to her. You can decide that. But Kate and me, like, we always tell each other everything. Just about anyway.”

“I know you do. I’m glad you two are so close.”

“We really are.”

“That’s sort of related to the second question, isn’t it…” she mused. “You are very close to Kate and so you don’t want to keep anything from her. And since you are so close, naturally you want to share your feelings with her, not only your emotions but your physical feelings, your affection, your desire for her.”

I was starting to get turned on as we talked about this. “Yeah, I do. I love her, and… and, like, I want her too, a lot.”

“Mmm,” my mother lifted my hand and kissed it as we continued to stroll. “I like hearing you say that. I love watching the two of you together.”

It was quiet for another minute. Then I asked, “So I can go ahead and do all that stuff with Kate now? Everything?”

“God, Julie, you’re really turning me on.”

She inhaled deeply and I looked up at her face. It was flushed. My mom was wearing a jacket, but it was open, and through her thin pullover sweater I could easily see the sharp points of her erect nipples. Whether that was from the slight chill in the spring air or from the erotic nature of our discussion, I’m not sure. Probably it was both.

“And I want to do it with Molly too,” I told her. “I think about that all the time. I mean, I know she’s younger, and I won’t do anything if you say I shouldn’t, but I really want to. If she does, I mean.”

“With Molly…”

She actually put her hand over her tit and squeezed it then, pinching the nipple. Right out in the open, walking on the country road! There wasn’t anyone around to see it, not that I knew of anyway, but still, touching herself that way, right out in the open!

“Let’s head back,” she said, a tone of urgency in her voice. “Back to the inn before I rape you right here.”

“Mom!” I laughed.

She smiled at me and we walked quickly back.

Ten minutes later we were in our room, struggling together on the bed, still mostly dressed, kissing and groping, trying to pull off our clothes, giggling and panting, rubbing and touching, finally starting to get somewhere, reaching inside, finding hard nipples and wet pussies. We made love almost frantically, desperately, with such longing, such fierce desire, as if this was our last time and if we didn’t do it fast we would lose our chance forever.

We both came, using our fingers on each other, and then my mom pulled my jeans and my undies down around my ankles and knelt on the floor between my legs, pushing them apart, licking me avidly until I came in her mouth. I came twice that way, and then we rested for a while.

* * *

As we’d hurried back from our walk, there was something I was thinking about. Obviously I was thinking how exciting it was to be rushing along with my mother, holding hands, both of us eager to get to our room again and have sex. But I was pondering something else too.

It was interesting to me that I was in love with my mom and she was in love with me, and we’d confirmed that we were now in a special relationship, a committed romantic relationship in addition to being mother and daughter — and yet, at the same time, she wasn’t the only person I wanted sexually.

I was totally hot for her, constantly, but I wanted my sisters too, Kate and Molly. Not to mention lots of other women and girls I knew, like Melissa and Danni and Carla and, well, just about any nice-looking female I saw, whether they were 30 years old or 10 years old or anywhere in between, maybe even older or younger too. I loved thinking about sex with girls and women. I fantasized about it every night in my bed, and I wanted to really do it all the time now, as much as I possibly could, make love with all sorts of different girls. I was obsessed with lesbian sex.

Yet, like I said, I was in love with my mother, deeply in love, completely devoted to her in every way possible. So, was it weird for me to feel that way about her, to think we had a special commitment, and still have the hots for all these other women and girls, including my sisters? Was I being unfaithful to her in some way? I knew, of course, that she liked having sex with other women too, and that she was just as attracted to Kate and to Molly as I was, so she was in the same position. But what did that mean in terms of our relationship?

I couldn’t come up with a good answer then as we raced back to the inn together, but I decided it was something I would have to talk about later with my mom after we’d taken care of what was clearly our number one priority at the moment.

* * *

As it turned out, I didn’t get a chance to have that discussion with my mother that afternoon.

After our quick bout of nasty sex, we cuddled side by side on the bed for a few minutes, quietly kissing and touching, and then my mom glanced at her watch (which she was still wearing, along with about half her clothes) and said, “We need to start getting ready for the party.”

“The party?”

“Uh-huh. Come on, get up.” She sat up, tousling her hair, trying to rouse herself. “Let’s go take a shower.”

“What party?”

My mother smiled at me. “I didn’t tell you, did I?”

I shook my head.

Leaning down to give me a kiss, she said, “Some of the people in, uh, the lesbian community around here, the community that Delia and Cassia belong to, wanted to have a party for us, for you and me, to celebrate.”

“Celebrate what?”

“You know, the commitment we’ve made to each other. Our relationship.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.” She looked at her watch again. “They’re supposed to start arriving in about a half hour.”

I sat up. “Okay, but… I mean, who’s coming? Is it people we know?”

“Well, you know Cassia and Delia, of course, and we met Brandi and Cindy yesterday. I think they’ll be here, along with their moms, and then —”

“Brandi and Cindy? Really?”

“That’s right, and a lot of other girls too. It’ll be fun. Come on, let’s get ready.”

“Okay!”

I jumped off the bed, excited about seeing those two sexy girls again, along with a lot of other girls too! Wow, my mom sure knows how to have a good time!

We took a quick shower with no fooling around this time. Well, maybe a little kissing and touching, but that’s all. I washed my hair and then blew it dry and combed it. I kept my hair fairly short and simple, so that didn’t take very long. Then I had to decide what to wear.

I’d only brought the one fancy dress, which I’d worn the night before. I had my red dress too that buttoned up the front, but other than that just jeans and shirts and stuff. My mom suggested I wear the red dress because it would be easy to get off. She also said I shouldn’t worry about wearing panties or a bra.

Oh, so it was going to be that kind of a party! And not just with grownups, but with girls too, girls my own age! Maybe even younger than me! You can just imagine how wet and tingly I was getting as I thought about that.

Mommy put on a basic little black dress, sleeveless and very short with a bateau neckline. Like me, she went without a bra or panties. She wore black heels while I had my flat black shoes with straps. When we were ready, we held hands and looked at ourselves in the full-length mirror. I liked the contrast we made: my mom looked sexy and vampish, while I appeared innocent and girly.

She apparently liked seeing us that way too. While still looking into the mirror, she took my face in her hands and kissed me, using a lot of tongue.

“God, that’s hot,” she said, as much to herself as to me. Then we went downstairs.

It was a dinner party, a buffet, actually, with all kinds of delicious hot dishes set out on the dining room table. There was a big bowl of fruit punch, along with several open bottles of wine, and hot tea and coffee too. The dining room and the living room next to it were filled with people now, all females. Later I added them up — there were nine girls, teenagers or younger, not including me, along with eight grown women, counting Cassia and Delia but not my mom.

We were introduced all around. I tried to remember the names but it took me a while before I could get everything straight. I wanted to remember all the details that night, who everyone was and how they were related and what they looked like and stuff so I could write it all down the next day in my sexual diary. But I was sort of overwhelmed too, looking at these pretty girls and the sexy women and thinking about what it meant.

I stuck close to my mother for a while, feeling a little shy amid so many strangers. But soon Brandi came over and started talking to me and then Cindy joined us, along with her adorable little sister, Shelby, and before long I was getting more comfortable. Most of the kids finished eating before the adults did, and we all ended up sitting together, piled together, really, in a big group on a sofa and in two armchairs that faced it — ten girls ranging in age from 6 to 17, giggling and chattering like the youngsters we were.

Okay, so I think I should tell you now who the people were at the party that evening. As you know, I enjoy keeping track of all this information. I’ve been really lucky and had so many great adventures over the last few years, thanks to my mom, and if I wasn’t good about keeping notes, I’m afraid it might just all run together.

Anyway, here is who they were:

The only two girls I’d met before, of course, were Brandi and Cindy. Brandi, I quickly confirmed, was 12 years old, the same age as me, and she was in the seventh grade like I was. I liked her a lot. We were sitting next to each other on the sofa, sitting very close, and she was holding my hand. Brandi was in a cute mini-dress with cap sleeves. It was sort of dark brown, in a pattern with red and gold streaks. I kept looking at her legs, which were bare. They were long and slim and perfect, smooth white skin with a pinkish glow and some faint freckles. I really wanted to touch her legs, slide my hand up under her dress, find out if her little cunny was getting as wet as mine —

Whoa! You can see how turned on I was that night, and I’m sure I wasn’t the only one feeling that way. Even though we were having a great time, a bunch of young girls jabbering and laughing together, I was definitely aware of a sexual overtone in the room. We all understood why we were there. We knew this was not an ordinary party. To an outsider, it might appear like any other festive social gathering, but we knew that it soon would turn into something else.

All right, sorry for the digression. Back to what I was saying. [I have to confess, though, that just as my mind was racing then with excited thoughts about who would be doing what with who once our clothes were off, as I’m writing this now, five years later, it still gets me totally turned on. I wish you could feel how wet my pussy is right now.]

Brandi’s mom, who was in her mid 30’s, was named Emma. She was very pretty with the most vivid blue-green eyes, a redhead like her daughter although her hair was slightly darker and not as curly. She was tall, around the same height as my mom, maybe 5’8”, with a nice figure. Really stunning. Emma was wearing a flared black skirt and a white top with a sweetheart neckline. Her long lovely legs were bare, and she wore short-heeled shoes.

Cindy sat next to me on the other side. Squeezed in beside her on the sofa was her little sister, Shelby. Cindy was 10 and Shelby was 8. They were both blondes with blue eyes, slender and incredibly cute. Cindy was in a very girly yellow cotton dress with a floral pattern. It was soft and feminine and so seductive. Shelby was wearing short denim overalls, carnation pink, over a white leotard. I couldn’t wait to see her naked.

Their mother, Shannon, was medium height, about 5’4”, with sandy blonde hair and hazel eyes. She was quiet, not as outgoing as most of the other moms, but very nice and sweet. We’ve stayed friends with her and her kids and I always like seeing them. She wore a pleated skirt that night, dark gray, with flat shoes and a lavender blouse.

Next to Brandi on the sofa was Leslie. She was 16, a gorgeous brunette with long straight hair, dark eyes, full lips, and well-developed breasts. I could tell just by looking at her that she’d already had lots of experience with girls and that she loved it. Leslie was wearing skintight jeans and a shimmery silver blouse, open far enough to reveal plenty of cleavage. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. My mouth watered.

On the other side of Leslie was Diana, maybe the prettiest girl in the room. She was 17 years old, a blonde with her hair in bangs, setting off her enticing blue eyes. Her skin was flawless, her legs long and shapely. She was in a hot pink micro-mini-skirt with a tight blue tank top. Her smile could kill a herd of elephants, and it certainly had me prepared to die for her.

Diana’s mom was named Logan, also a blonde but with brown eyes. She was medium height and really pretty with a nice tan, an outgoing personality, and a winning smile. You could easily see where Diana got her looks. Logan was wearing jeans and boots along with a sleeveless white blouse.

Sexy Leslie had two younger sisters, Mindy and Tina, who were seated together in an armchair next to the sofa, squeezed in side by side. The girls looked almost like twins although they were a year apart. Both were brunettes, dressed similarly in black jeans and tight fitting sweaters. What really got my attention, though, was how quickly their bodies were maturing. Mindy was only 12, like me, but she already had nice plump breasts, probably a B-cup, and her little sister, Tina, who was just 11, had bigger boobs than I did too, at least an A-cup. They looked very happy to be there, their dark eyes shining with excitement.

Nicole was the mother of Tina, Mindy, and Leslie. She was bright and funny, always telling jokes. Although she was maybe around 40, her figure was amazing. She evidently worked out a lot and enjoyed showing off the results. She was wearing spike heels and a super-tight low-cut dress that night, her big breasts spilling out the top, her toned legs tanned and oiled. Like her daughters, she was a brunette with smoldering brown eyes.

In another armchair beside the sofa were the two youngest girls at the party, Chrissy, 7, and Laura, only 6. Chrissy was slim with brown hair and brown eyes. She was wearing a pink tank top and purple short-shorts over black tights. Her legs were really cute for a 7-year-old. But it was her little sister Laura who was the heartbreaker, a darling little brunette with the hugest, most inviting deep brown eyes you ever saw. She was in a tiny yellow and white dress, frilly and girly, that barely covered her little bottom. I fell in love with her the minute I saw her. The sisters stayed mostly quiet, just watching and listening to the rest of us girls. I kept glancing over at Laura, trying to catch her eye, and when I did, I gave her a big smile.

While I was doing that, my mom was making eyes at someone too, a beautiful young woman named Katherine who turned out to be the mother of Laura and Chrissy. Katherine was stunning, 28 years old, a dance instructor with sensational legs, a trim waist, and nicely proportioned breasts, all displayed in a knee-length knit dress that clung to her figure. I wasn’t surprised that my mother chose to focus a lot of attention on her, a woman with the sort of classic beauty that my mom simply could not resist. Katherine had a wide mouth with full lips, very kissable, and of course luscious brown eyes, the kind she’d passed on to Laura.

Okay, so now I’ve described everyone who was there except for Cassia and Delia, and their mother, Olympia. Well, you know what Delia and Cassia looked like, I’ve told you that before. They were tall and dark, olive-complexioned, full-breasted, with gorgeous long legs. For the party, they were both wearing tight black mini-skirts, high heels, and tan blouses with long sleeves. The outfits were not quite identical, but very similar, again almost like uniforms. And extremely sexy.

Olympia, I soon learned, was the one who had started the business, the Sapphic Retreat, more than two decades earlier. She was about 50 and still in pretty good shape, although her waist and thighs were thicker than her daughters’. Her hair was black and wavy, her eyes very dark, her lips full and red. The woman had the most penetrating gaze, as if she could see right through the clothes of everyone in the room and was eager to run her hands all over their bodies. She wore a tight-fitting dark green dress that came to just above her knees. It was scooped low in the front, revealing acres of cleavage.

Something about Olympia was kind of intimidating to me, and yet also very arousing. I had never really fantasized about being with a woman her age, but as I saw her staring at me so intently that night, with such obvious lust, I could feel my pussy getting wet.

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