Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

My mother tenderly held me in her arms, whispering little things in my ear, kissing my cheek, my nose, my chin, sometimes my lips, petting my hair, telling me how very much she loved me.

When I could breathe normally again, when the tremors that kept shimmering through my body had all subsided, I opened my eyes and turned to her, smiling, “Thank you, Mommy.”

She returned the smile and kissed my mouth.

“I want to do that now,” I whispered.

“Do what, baby?”

“You know, lick you that way. I want to do that now. I really, really do.”

She chuckled, “Oh, good. I was afraid you would never ask.”

We laughed together and hugged, kissing a few more times. Then I got up on my knees. She shifted around, putting her head on the pillows, lying on her back.

I leaned down between her legs, slowly pushing her thighs wide apart with my hands.

“Mommy, can you, like, move over a little more this way?”

I tugged at her legs, getting her to slide closer to the edge of the canopy bed, nearer to the table and the candles. The soft light in the room was certainly romantic, but it didn’t allow me to see as much as I wished to see.

“Wait, um, I want to turn on a lamp, okay? I really want to see everything,” I told her.

“Sure, sweetie, of course.”

I switched on the lamp beside the bed. That was much better. Now her lovely naked body was illuminated for me.

“Good,” I smiled. I reached between my own legs and rubbed myself for a few seconds before lying down on the bed between her outstretched thighs. I looked at her.

Like everything else about her, my mom has a beautiful pussy. She keeps her pubic hair short and neatly trimmed. Her outer labia are smooth and puffy and pink, especially when she is aroused as she was now. Her inner lips are thin and delicate, almost like butterfly wings. In the bright glow from the lamp, I could see fluids gleaming at the bottom of her slit, dripping from her vagina.

I kissed her inner thigh a few times, hearing her moan. I wasn’t going to tease her, though, at least not quite the same way she had teased me. What I really wanted to do before I began to lick her was take a very close look at my mother’s pussy.

I scooted in a little more, until my face was only a few inches from her crotch. Using my fingers, I pulled her outer labia apart. Her smell was strong, that familiar heady aroma from her cunt that told me how turned on she was. Strands of moisture glistened between her lips. Moving in even more, I gently separated her inner labia. Now I could see inside her, into her vagina. I could almost feel the heat radiating from within her. Her sexy hole gaped open, waiting for me.

“Mommy,” I sighed almost inaudibly, more to myself than to her. My mouth was watering as I stared at her tempting cunt.

I took the middle finger of my right hand into my mouth, sucking on it, lubricating it. Then I placed the tip of that finger at the opening of her vagina and slid it slowly inside. My mother groaned.

She was hot inside and very wet, extremely juicy. My finger slid in easily. It went all the way up, as far as I could reach. I wiggled it around inside, feeling her respond, hearing her whimper and moan.

I decided to add a second finger. Drawing the first one out, I looked at it. It was shiny and slick, as if it had been dipped in oil. I sucked the finger, tasting my mom’s delicious juices. Then I put my two middle fingers inside her. Again, they went in easily, except it was a tighter fit now. That seemed to excite her even more.

“God, yes,” she urged, “fuck your mommy’s pussy, little girl!”

I moved my fingers slowly in and out of her. Slowly at first, but then gradually faster and faster. She responded by throwing her legs wider apart, opening herself to me.

A thrill of realization suddenly washed over me, making me dizzy for a moment. I was actually doing this! I was in bed with my mom and I was fucking her pussy with my fingers!

Thinking about that made me want to come. I slid my other hand underneath myself so I could rub my clit while I fucked her.

Then I thought about my mother’s clit, and suddenly I wanted to see it. I had to see it up close, very close. I wanted to gaze at it, study it, love it, kiss it, lick it. I wanted to do everything with her, and I knew that I could. We could do it all, we would do everything, whatever we both wanted.

And we could take our time, too. There was no hurry. Gradually I slowed down the rapid motion of my fingers inside her. I gently drew them out of her vagina, sucking them and licking them. Right now I wanted to see her clit.

“Mommy, um, will you show me your clit?”

“What, baby?” she panted.

“I want to see your clit. Show me where it is.”

“Oh, uh…” She seemed a little disoriented. Not surprising, I suppose, considering that I had just been fucking her almost to the point of orgasm and then stopped. As I said, I didn’t intend to tease her, I was just following my girlish impulses.

“I want to look at your clit, Mommy. Can you show it to me?”

“Well, uh, you know where it is, but… sure, okay.” Propping herself up on one elbow, she reached her other hand down and pulled back the skin at the top of her slit, pulling it back farther until a little pink bud emerged.

“Can I just look at it for a minute?”

“Of course, but —”

My mother seemed about to protest or complain, but then she caught herself. She smiled warmly at me. “You can do whatever you want, baby girl, anything you want. Whatever makes you happy.”

“Good. I just want to look at you first. Then I promise I’ll do more.”

“Sure, darling girl, you can look as much as you want. I like it when you look at me this way.” Using both hands, she pulled her lips back and apart, making her clit fully visible, a swollen pink bud shiny with moisture.

“Mm, nice,” I said to her. “I’ve never seen mine up close like that.”

“No, of course, you haven’t,” she giggled. “Although I suppose you could use a mirror.”

“Yeah, I could. But I couldn’t lick mine like I want to lick yours.”

“Ooh, fuck, I would love to have you lick my clit!”

“And can I suck on it too?”

“Yes, baby, you can suck on it just like you suck on my nipple. And put your finger inside me too. Goddamn, I want to come so bad.”

“Do I make you want to come, Mommy? Being naked with you in bed like this?” Now I was teasing her.

“You sure do…” she moaned.

“Sorry about the teasing,” I chuckled, looking up at her face. She smiled.

“Okay, I’ll lick you now. I’ll fuck you with my finger and lick your clit and make you come in my mouth. Is that what you want, Mommy?”

“Yes,” she whispered, “that is what I want.”

Without saying anything else, I lowered my face to my mother’s pussy. I looked closely at her pink clit and kissed her there. Just a little kiss, like a peck. Her body twitched and she gasped. I gave her another kiss, the same way, to see if it would get the same reaction, and it did. This was fun! I smiled to myself and kissed her that way a few more times.

Then I was ready to lick her. Except I had a request. “Mommy, keep holding yourself open like that, okay? I really like to look at you a lot. It’s like, um, that thing you said. The joy of looking. You know?”

“Yes, honey, I do know. I like having you look at me, and I love looking at your perfect body too.”

I didn’t think my body was perfect at all, but I was happy that my mom seemed to think it was. Anyway, as she said that, she pulled her fingers back even further, revealing her clit and opening her sex fully to me.

Instead of kissing her this time, I opened my mouth and placed my tongue on her clit, giving it a nice full lick.

She shivered all over, groaning loudly, “Ohh, fuck that’s nice…”

I licked her again and she groaned again. She tasted so good. I licked her one time from her vagina all the way up to her clit, coating my tongue with her wetness, swallowing her sweet juices. Oh my god, I thought to myself, I’m actually doing it! I’m licking a woman’s pussy! All that time, all that endless waiting and longing, and now I’m finally doing it!

After another long slow lick, all the way up through her slit, I drew my face away for just a moment, wanting to look at her again, wanting always to remember this, my first time licking a woman. And not just any woman, of course, but my own mother! I shivered with excitement as I realized the enormity of what I was doing.

I loved my mother so much. I loved everything about her — her face, her smile, her mouth, her eyes, her laugh, her intelligence, her warmth, her incredible body, her amazing sensuality — I loved this woman with all my being. And now I wanted to give her everything, give her the best orgasm of her life. I would do the best I could anyway, try to lick her and give her an orgasm she would never ever forget.

Moving my face down just a little, I looked at my mom’s vagina, gazing into her deep pink center. Sticking my tongue all the way out, I slid it inside her hole, inside her cunt, wiggling it around. I could hear her whimpering, could feel her body trembling beneath me.

My tongue felt so good inside her! It was hot inside her vagina, so hot and wet and perfect. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I pressed my face tightly against her sex, shoving my tongue inside as far as it would go.

Oh my god, I wanted to stay that way forever and ever if I could, stay there with my face in my mommy’s pussy, my tongue inside her cunt, just stay there for always and always.

But I also wanted to make her come. I wriggled my tongue around a little more, hearing her groan again, and then I pulled away. I licked my lips, tasting her. My whole face was covered with her juices. I loved it. I kissed her vagina, rubbed my lips around inside her sweet hole one more time, and then I slid my mouth slowly up until I reached her clit.

Mommy was still holding herself open for me with her fingers, letting me see her clit. I kissed her there, kissing her clit, kissing it and kissing it and then licking it. I concentrated on her clit, licking her more, licking her and licking her, kissing her clit again and again and sucking on it too.

It seemed to drive her wild when I sucked on her clit. She tried to keep holding her pussy open for me, as I’d asked, but it was obvious that she was nearly losing control of herself. I knew it was time to give her what she needed, give her an orgasm.

Still sucking on her clit, I slid my fingers down again, finding the opening to her vagina, and pushed two fingers deep inside her. She cried out, “God! Fuck me!!”

I did. I started fucking her as hard as I could with my fingers while continuing to suck and lick her clit. I fucked her fast and deep. She was gasping and groaning. She’d let go of her pussy lips and her hands were now on her breasts, tightly squeezing them, pinching her erect nipples.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! God, Julie, fuck me!!”

I shoved my fingers in even harder and deeper. If she wanted to be fucked, I really wanted to give it to her.

And then I took my mouth away from her clit. I had to talk to her, had to tell her what I was doing. “Mommy, I’m fucking you! I’m fucking your cunt with my fingers!”

“Fuck, yes!! Fuck me hard!!”

“Mommy, Mommy, I’m fucking you!!” By now I was shouting, my voice as loud as I could make it. I actually wanted Delia and Cassia to hear me, wherever they were. I wanted them to know what I was doing, whether they were in their own room making love, or somewhere else in the house, or even if they were outside, I wanted them to hear me.

“I’m fucking you with my fingers, Mommy!” I screamed. “I’m fucking your cunt!! I’m fucking you!!!”

She climaxed that way, and her screams were at least as loud as mine. It was a good thing we were the only guests that night, I remember thinking, although if someone else had been there, maybe they would have liked what they heard.

“Goddamn FUCK FUCK!! Fuck me Julie!!!”

My mother squirted then. I had never seen her squirt before. The only other time I’d seen a woman climax like that was Kim, on our trip to Sea World. But as my mom reached orgasm, a splash of liquid sprayed from her pussy, spraying all over my hand, onto my face, drenching the bed. She squirted a couple more times, still screaming, and then she was done.

“Oh! God!” she panted. Her skin was slick with sweat, her body as drenched from perspiration as were my hands and my face from her orgasm. I licked my lips, tasting the salty liquid that had sprung from her pussy at the moment of climax.

“God, god, god, god…” she sighed.

Slowly she began to calm down. I drew my fingers from inside her, putting them in my mouth, licking them clean. I moved up on top of her, lying on her, our naked bodies pressed together, and I kissed her.

Mommy wrapped her arms and legs around me, squeezing me tightly to her as we kissed. I moaned, shoving my tongue into her mouth, loving her, lusting for her.

We kissed for a long time again, and as we continued kissing, I gradually began to move, sliding my body up and down just a bit. At first I was not consciously attempting to fuck her — or ‘trib’ with her, as I now know it’s called — it was just a natural action of wanting to get as close to my lover, to my mom, as I could get.

Soon, though, I realized what I was doing and how good it felt. Mommy sensed it too. She spread her thighs even wider apart, opening her crotch. Her ankles were crossed above me, over my bottom, and she tightened their grip, pulling me into her.

I shifted slightly, bringing my pussy lips into direct contact with hers. As I felt our bodies joining, making the most intimate connection, I ended the kiss and opened my eyes. I wanted to look at my mother’s face and see how she responded as I fucked her.

She opened her eyes too.

“I’m fucking you, Mommy,” I whispered. “Not with my fingers now but with my pussy. I’m fucking you with my cunt.”

I was moving faster now, panting and sweating. The contact between us was as close as it could be. We were both fully lubricated, our juices mingling, my lips sliding between her lips. With every thrust of my body, my clit was meeting and kissing hers.

My mother’s eyes were open wide, her moist lips parted, her face shiny with perspiration. She arched her pelvis, matching my actions, groaning as she pressed down with her ankles on my ass even harder, grinding my cunt into hers. “Fuck me, Julie. Fuck me! Fuck me, baby girl!”

I tried to say something in response but no words came out. Only a series of grunts, primitive sounds, expressions of pure lust and desire, of elemental need. I needed to be with her, to have her, to join with her, join with my lover. Mommy’s pussy was so hot and so wet, it was so hot it almost melted my sex into hers. This beautiful woman wanted me, she wanted everything I could give her. My mommy wanted me to fuck her!

I started coming.

This time somehow I was able to keep my eyes open. I stared into her face, squealing, panting, sobbing, as I creamed into her pussy, my whole body shuddering with each new spasm. I kept my eyes open and I stared at her, watching her receive me.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she hissed in rhythm with my climactic thrusts, “fuck Mommy’s cunt, fuck Mommy’s cunt!”

She kept urging me on, and I kept fucking her and fucking her. Even as I finished climaxing the first time, I wanted more. I wanted to come again on her, and I wanted to bring her too.

I kissed her, my mouth devouring hers. I grabbed her tits with my hands, squeezing her hard nipples between my fingers. And I kept fucking her, kept sliding my cunt up and down against hers. I wanted to bring her that way, a way I had never done before. She had fucked me one night in my bed, but I had never given her an orgasm with my cunt on hers. I had to do it now. I had to.

“Mommy, I want to make you come,” I whispered as we ended the kiss. “I want to fuck you and make you come.”

“Yes, baby girl. Mommy wants you to fuck her.” She uncrossed her ankles, lowering her legs from behind me, replacing them with her hands. She grabbed my ass, holding me tightly, pulling me into her. “Fuck Mommy’s pussy, little Julie. Goddamn, yes, I want you to fuck me and make me come.”

I pushed myself up on my hands, hovering over her. Sweat was literally dripping from my body onto hers. We were still moving fast together. I drew my knees up a bit, focusing all the contact on my pussy and hers. I watched her face closely, trying to see which position, which angle, which motion would give her the best response.

She closed her eyes, whispering almost to herself, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck Mommy’s cunt…”

Then I discovered something. I discovered that it doesn’t always have to be fast and hard. I saw that when I focused on finding just the right spot, the tightest, warmest, most intimate point of contact between us, and if I could hold it there, maintain it, just move slightly, just a little, and then a little more — that was exactly what she wanted and needed.

“Ohh…” she sighed, nearly breathless, “ohhh, Julie…”

I didn’t say anything at all as I continued my slight but steady movements. I just looked at her, watching her, feeling her sweet body in touch with mine, in synch with mine. I was still sweating, breathing hard, but intensely focused now, every part of me zeroed in on my mother’s cunt, on her clit, her arousal, her orgasm.

I could actually feel my own hard clit sliding between her lips. It was so amazing, that connection we had, our feminine juices blending, our bodies perfectly meshing, our excitement mounting.

Yes, my excitement was mounting too as I mounted her and tried to bring her to a climax. I thought about what we were doing at that moment — that I was a girl, a 12-year-old girl, and I was in bed with my mom. We were naked and I was fucking her. I was fucking my mother with my pussy, and I was about to give her an orgasm.

She was getting close, so very close. As I continued stimulating her, my body moving on hers, I could sense the approach of her climax, that look on her face, the panting, the little whimpers, and I knew I had done it. It was almost time.

Inside, I felt my own delicious climax approaching too, that wonderful swirling, building, climbing, singing, soaring — AHHH!!!

We came together.

“Julie!” she screamed.

“Mommy!”

It took several minutes at least for both of us to recover. We lay in the bed, hugging, hot together, wet together, occasionally shuddering as residual spasms rippled dizzily through us.

After a while we turned onto our sides, facing each other, gently kissing, softly touching, whispering little love notes between our kisses. I was so completely satisfied, so content, so deeply in love, the happiest girl there ever was or ever could be.

That didn’t mark the end of our passion that night, not even close. Soon my mother had me on my back and she was on top of me, but reversed, in a ‘69’ position. It was the first time we had been that way when we could actually do everything we wanted to do.

I’ll never forget how that felt, how it looked, how it smelled and tasted, the little noises we made, the whispers and sighs, the groans, the juicy wet sounds of our fingers in each other’s pussies, our mouths licking and sucking and kissing our clits. I was very glad I’d turned on the lamp because I loved being able to see her, looking so closely into her slippery wet pussy, seeing her pink flesh, pulling back her lips, staring into my mother’s cunt, taking her clit into my mouth, watching as my fingers slid inside her vagina — and feeling her do all those things to me too at the same time, her fingers touching me, all her kisses, my mommy’s warm kisses on my pussy, her mouth and her tongue and her lips loving me, getting me so hot, so excited.

We both came that way, though not exactly at the same time. She came first, and then she brought me, and then she brought me again.

At some point we rolled over and I was on top, still in a 69. This time I fastened my mouth over her pussy, gripping her thighs in my hands, pressing my face into her cunt, sucking her, tasting her, shoving my tongue as deep inside her as I could, licking her, fucking her, making her come in my mouth and swallowing all her liquids.

After that orgasm, I turned around again and lay on top of her. We kissed deeply, my lips smeared with her juices, our mouths sliding together so slickly that we both began to laugh. We hugged and squeezed, mother and daughter laughing and kissing, so very close that night in our bed, our first time really making love.

Finally we slept.

We took a long time drifting off, continually touching, it seemed, never wanting to end our little caresses and our tiny kisses. We drowsed a bit with the light still on until she reached over to turn it off.

Then we slept, except not the whole night through… I remember being awakened several times, awakened by the feel of my mother’s mouth sucking on my nipples or her fingers moving between my pussy lips… and I roused her a few times, too, as I came awake in the night and wanted her again, needed her, wanted to suck her tits or lick her clit, and so I did… for hours and hours we went on that way, alternating between sleep and lovemaking… I recall awakening deep in the night, feeling her warmth beside me in the bed, touching her skin, her soft skin, caressing her very tenderly, not yet enough to wake her… and then sliding down between her legs, finding her sex in the dark, smelling her, sensing her heat… and I began kissing and licking until she awoke, moaning as if in a dream, holding my head in her hands, accepting my tongue inside her, rocking against me, taking me in, coming again and again… we kissed when it was done, kissed and tasted, and then we fell asleep once more… until one of us would awaken and we would do it all again.

Morning came, and I did too. During one of our half-awake sessions, I realized it was getting light in the room. I was near a climax and didn’t care what time it was even though noticed it was morning. I closed my eyes again and came in my mother’s mouth and then I slept some more.

When I awoke the next time, it was bright outside. The sun seemed high in the sky. My mom had gotten up to use the toilet. I followed her and watched while she finished and wiped herself, and then I did the same. We returned hand in hand to bed, getting in, cuddling and nuzzling and kissing.

After a while she asked, “Are you hungry yet? Do you want breakfast? I’m sure they’ll make us whatever you want.”

I giggled. “No, I’m not really hungry. Not for food, that is.”

“Ooh, you bad girl!” She chuckled, tweaking my nose.

“Know what I wanna do?”

“What?”

“I want us to go take a shower together and get nice and clean, and then I want to get back in bed and get all dirty, all hot and sweaty and sexy and juicy and everything, and then I want to take another shower and get nice and clean and then get back in bed and get all dirty again and…”

By this time we were both laughing at my proposal for a never-ending cycle of sex and showers.

“All day long? Just do that?” Mommy giggled.

“Yeah, but not only all day — forever!”

“Forever? A whole long life of nothing but making love with your mom and taking showers and making love again and taking more showers?”

I nodded, grinning ecstatically.

“That sounds wonderful to me.” She rolled on top of me and kissed me.

Continue on to Chapter 63

By Naughty Mommy

At the top of the stairs, outside the door to our suite, which was open, I saw something scattered on the floor. What was it? Oh my goodness, it was rose petals!

A trail of fragrant petals led from the door into our candlelit parlor and then into the candlelit bedroom, where the sheets had been turned down on the bed, and still further on into the bathroom, glowing with an even greater abundance of wonderfully scented candles. The big bathtub was filled with hot water and brimming with bubbly suds.

It was the most romantic scene anyone could ever hope for.

As I turned to thank my mother for making all these awesome ‘arrangements’, Cassia and Delia came into the bathroom. They had changed out of their blouses and skirts. Now they were wearing long white gowns and nothing else. The gowns were sheer, I mean totally transparent, you could see right through them. The sisters both had large breasts with big dark nipples. Their crotches showed full bushes of curly black hair. They smiled at us.

“May we help you disrobe?” Cassia asked.

“Yes, thank you,” my mom replied.

They began with my mother, kneeling at her feet, gently removing her high heels and setting them to the side. Delia stood up behind my mom and unzipped her skirt, which they slid down her legs, carefully helping her step out of it. As I watched, Cassia slowly opened the remaining buttons on the satin blouse and they removed it. Now my mom was wearing only a pair of white bikini panties. Very slowly, they tugged the panties down and off, and she was naked. Each of them gave her a kiss on the lips, and then they turned to me.

Cassia stepped close, putting a finger under my chin, raising my face to hers. The women both were several inches taller than I was, even in my shoes. Cassia said, “You are a sweet and lovely young girl, Julie. We are very happy to have you with us.”

“Oh, um, thank you.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

As she kissed me softly on the lips, Cassia put her hands over my breasts, gently squeezing them. I didn’t know if I should touch her or not, so I didn’t. I just stood there. Delia went behind me, slowly unzipping my dress. Together, the sisters lowered it to the floor and I stepped out of it. I heard my mother sigh when she saw my delicate underthings. Still kneeling, Delia helped me out of my shoes. Then Cassia reached behind my back and unfastened the bra. When that was off, only my little white panties were left.

Turning toward my mom, Cassia asked, “Would you like to…?”

“Yes, I would,” Mommy nodded.

“Very well. We will leave you to enjoy the bath.” Cassia kissed me again, and then helped Delia to her feet. Delia kissed me too.

Just as I thought they were going to leave, Delia put her hand on her sister’s arm and said, “Aren’t they beautiful together?”

Cassia nodded. “Yes, they are. It’s making me very excited.” She lifted her hand to her own breast, squeezing the nipple through the filmy gown.

“Me too,” Delia sighed. Then she wrapped her arms around Cassia, kissing her passionately. They kept it up for half a minute or so, moaning and using their tongues.

I could feel my nipples growing full and stiff as I watched the sisters kissing with such obvious lust and desire. I knew my pussy had to be soaking right through my thin white undies.

As they ended the kiss, they turned to us, still holding each other, their lips wet and shining. They smiled broadly, then left the room hand in hand.

Wow, I thought to myself, that sign outside should read not just Sapphic Retreat, but Sapphic Incest Retreat!

My mother grinned. “I think those two are going to have a very good time tonight.”

“Do you think they’re…?” I started to ask.

“Yes, they definitely are,” she nodded, meaning they were lesbian lovers. “I’m sure of it.”

“Wow,” I said out loud, shaking my head. Then I added, “How did you ever find this place?”

“It took some looking. I had to ask around a lot. They can’t advertise the sort of special services they offer too openly, of course, not even in Vermont.”

“Yeah, I guess not.”

“But I wanted to plan something very, very special for you, sweetheart, something we both would always remember.”

“Oh, Mommy, you’re just so good to me, I —” My voice caught again. It seemed I was veering constantly from a state of feverish erotic arousal to being emotionally overwhelmed and then back again. It was an awful lot for a sensitive 12-year-old to handle!

My mother laid her hands on my shoulders, gently massaging them. “Are you all right, lover?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “It’s just, I mean, I’m really, really happy and… and everything.”

“So am I.” She smiled and gave me a very soft kiss.

After the kiss, she looked deeply into my eyes and then down at my mouth. “I’m happy, my love, and I want you.” She licked her own lips and then she extended her tongue and licked my lips, very lightly.

“I want you so much,” she whispered, as she held my face in her hands and kissed me again.

I could feel my heart pounding. This was really it! This was the night when everything finally would happen!

As usual, Mommy knew just what I was thinking. She placed her forehead on mine, the way Kate sometimes did. “So, baby girl, here we are, after all that waiting.”

“I know,” I replied, my voice still a little unsteady. I tried to smile. “I’m glad it’s finally here.”

“Me too. Very glad.” She kissed the end of my nose. “Is it all right if I take your panties off now?”

As I started to nod, she chuckled, “May I help you disrobe?”

That made us both laugh, and I began to feel slightly less overwhelmed by everything.

I took a very deep breath, and then another one. I really wanted to savor this special night, make love with my mom for the first time and remember it all, have fun, enjoy myself — and not get so carried away by my emotions that I fell apart or something. But it wasn’t easy.

My mother waited for me. I’m sure she could sense what I was going through. When I seemed ready, after I’d nodded and given her a big smile, she kissed me again on the end of the nose, and then knelt in front of me.

“These panties are really pretty,” she said. “But I’ll bet what’s underneath them is even prettier.”

I giggled.

She kissed the panties, right over my clit, kissed me there several times. Her lips stayed closed, there was no tongue, but those warm little kisses had me shivering with arousal.

A few more kisses, and then my mom hooked her fingers into the sides of the undies and began slowly tugging them down, bringing my pubis into view. When she discovered that I had shaved, that I was totally smooth now, she reacted with a gasp and then a sigh, “Ohh… how nice!!”

She drew the panties down my legs and helped me step out of them, then returned her attention to my vulva. Grabbing my bottom and squeezing my cheeks, she planted a wet smacking kiss on my mound, right where my pussy hair used to be. I was trembling with excitement.

“So beautiful,” she breathed, gazing at me and licking her lips. Then she used her fingers to carefully open my labia.

Now my heart was really pounding. My mother had never done that before, never touched me quite that way. Licking her lips again, she kissed me once more, but this time inside the top of my slit — and then she extended her tongue, licking me.

My whole body shook. Mommy’s tongue on my clit was like a jolt of electricity. I thought for a second I might faint, but I managed to remain standing.

Pulling her head back, she looked up, her hands on my hips, steadying me. “Are you okay, baby?”

“Yeah, I…” I was having a hard time catching my breath. “I… I think so.”

She got to her feet and put her arms around me, hugging me. She kissed my ear, kissed my neck, kissed my cheek, and then held my face in her hands, kissing my lips. “Let’s get in the bath, okay? And then we’ll get in bed.”

“Okay.”

We climbed into the warm water, assisting each other, and settled comfortably in, side by side, holding hands, the deliciously aromatic bubbles surrounding us. It was heavenly. I sighed and closed my eyes, resting my head on my mother’s shoulder. She kissed the top of my head.

“I love you, Julie,” she whispered.

“I love you too, Mommy.”

We remained that way for several minutes, just relaxing in the luxuriant bath, feeling close, being totally in love.

My eyes were still closed when I heard the sound of footsteps, bare feet lightly approaching. I looked up and found — Brandi and Cindy standing by the tub — and they were both naked!

I stared at them, my mouth hanging open again. Their soft skin glowed in the candlelight, pert nipples gleaming. Between Cindy’s slender young legs there was not a trace of pussy hair, while Brandi had a small tuft of dark red curls.

“We’re here to wash you,” Brandi announced with a sexy smile, “if you would like us to do that.”

“Oh, yes, I think we’d enjoy that very much,” my mom replied as she moved to the other side of the tub. Then she asked, “Would you like that, Julie?”

“Sure,” I nodded. “Definitely!”

I looked into Cindy’s pretty blue eyes, hoping she would be the one to wash me. And she was.

After getting a couple of cushions out of a cabinet and placing them on the floor by the tub, Brandi knelt on one side, closest to my mother, and Cindy knelt next to me.

I studied their faces for a moment. They didn’t look very much alike, so I didn’t think they were sisters, and neither of them looked at all like Delia or Cassia, so I assumed they weren’t related to them either. How did they fit in, then? I had no idea.

The blonde and the redhead each took a fresh bar of soap and a soft sponge, working up a good lather in the hot water. Then they began carefully and thoroughly scrubbing us. They started with our hands, then our arms, our shoulders and our necks, our backs, and then our chests. As they reached our nipples, the girls put down their sponges and used their soapy fingers to caress and stroke and fondle and squeeze and twist and pull our nipples until both my mother and I were panting with arousal.

Next the girls washed our feet, gently lifting them from the water, using the sponges and their hands to clean and massage our feet and toes, soon moving up our legs, over our calves, on to our thighs.

The last part, of course, was the best, when they washed our pussies. Both girls began with the sponge, but after a minute or so they used their fingers to scrub us, rubbing up and down in the soapy water. I closed my eyes and laid my head back, sighing deeply. I wondered if they really intended to go all the way, to bring us to orgasm, and sure enough they did.

It was so incredible. I was in a big bathtub with my mom and we were being masturbated by a pair of naked girls, strangers we’d never met before, girls only around 10 and 12 years old! The thought of that alone was almost enough to make me come.

But Cindy’s fingers were like magic. She must have had a lot of practice, even at her young age, because she knew just how and where and when to touch me so she could bring me to a peak of excitement, right up to the edge, almost over the top… and then slowly ease away, teasing me, tantalizing me, leaving me ravenous, begging for release.

Brandi and Cindy somehow managed to time it so they could bring my mother and me at the exact same moment.

We were sitting at the corners of the tub, looking into each other’s eyes, our legs spread, the hands of the girls working expertly on us, both of us licking our lips, breathing hard, wincing as we felt that surge of climactic pressure coming so close, almost there but not quite, not quite, almost, oh please, please give it to me now — and then we came.

We were loud, my mom and I both practically screaming as the orgasms tore through us, all the more powerful for being delayed and prolonged. I couldn’t keep my eyes open to watch her, but I could certainly hear my mommy’s response to her tremendous climax, and mine was almost as noisy as hers, if not quite as profane.

And I could hear something else too, just at the edge of my awareness, the sound of the young girls, Cindy and Brandi, sighing and exclaiming as they watched us come.

As my mother and I slowly recovered, panting and moaning in the tub with echoes of our orgasms resonating within us, the girls got up to leave. I opened my eyes long enough to see them dry their hands, replace the cushions in the cabinet, and then walk arm in arm from the room sporting big grins. I closed my eyes again and waited, still trembling a bit but breathing more easily, the pulsations in my pussy gradually ebbing.

After several minutes, my mom took my hand. “You ready to get out now, baby?”

“Sure,” I smiled.

We climbed out and gently dried each other off, using big fluffy towels that had been set out for us. When we were done, I said, “Mommy, I have, um, something else I want to put on for you now. Something to wear, I mean. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is, sweetheart. Would you like me to leave you alone for a minute?”

“Yes, please,” I nodded.

She grabbed my face and kissed my mouth. “You are so adorable! How did I ever get so lucky?”

I shrugged and giggled. She kissed me once more, then left the room, pulling the door closed behind her.

My suitcase was still in the bathroom, on a chair where I’d left it. Cassia and Delia, after removing my clothes, had laid the things carefully over the suitcase. I opened it, putting my bra and panties and my nice dress inside, and then I got out the nightie Melissa and I had chosen.

The little gown was nylon mesh, mostly sheer, sort of pale pink or maybe apricot. It was nearly the color of my skin and almost exactly the color of my nipples. I slipped it over my head. Just that, no undies. It was short, about mid-thigh, with spaghetti straps. I loved how it looked and felt on me, like I was young and fresh and virginal — which I was, of course, all three!

I smiled as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. After the bath and being scrubbed and then that wonderful orgasm, I’d settled down. I was ready now for the next step, for the biggest step of all. I was ready to have sex with my mom.

First I blew out all the candles in the bathroom. And then I opened the door.

My mother was lying on the bed, naked, propped up on some pillows with one knee raised. In the glow of the candlelight, her skin looked pearly, almost radiant. She smiled at me.

I paused for a moment, just looking at her. I wanted to always remember this scene, forever and forever.

“Ooh, darling girl, you look so lovely, ” she said.

“Thank you, Mommy,” I replied as I walked slowly toward the bed. Then I grinned. “I like what you’re wearing too.”

She laughed, holding out her arms. “Come here, lover!”

I jumped up on the bed and we hugged, rolling together, giggling and kissing. She got on top of me, covering my face with kisses. She kissed my lips, my nose, my cheeks, my eyes. She kissed me again and again and again.

“Oh, Julie, Julie, I love you so much!”

I hugged her, feeling her warm skin, smelling her delicious perfume, pulling her close to me. I was so in love, so very much in love with this woman, in love with my own mother! What a strange, exotic, incredibly exciting thing to imagine — and it was true!

She kissed me, her lips on mine, and I fell once more into that time out of time, that boundless infinity of pure pleasure that only her kisses could bring. I was far away, far far away from everything and everyone else, it was just the two of us alone, my beautiful sexy mom and me, floating in our own dreamy world of lust and love and attraction.

You might think the next thing after that would be tons of hot sex. Except it wasn’t. Well, there was tons of hot sex in store for us that night, but just not right away. Because after we ended our long kiss, my mom slid off me and sighed, petting my face as she gazed into my eyes.

I turned onto my side toward her, resting my head on my hands. She was propped up on an elbow. We were quiet for a few minutes, just breathing easily, letting the time be, bathing in the sensual serenity of our closeness.

A look of concern came over her. She seemed to be thinking very seriously about something.

Her finger traced little circles on my chin. Another long sigh, and then a soft voice, “Julie, this might seem like a silly thing to ask, but I have to say it anyway. And that is, have you really thought about this? About what we’re doing? About what it means?”

“Have I thought about it?” I grinned. “What do you think?”

She chuckled and kissed me. “I know. That’s why I said it might seem silly. But humor me, okay? I have to hear you say it. Tell me.”

I knew what she was asking, and I understood. I appreciated her for it. My mother wanted to be very sure I recognized what a momentous step this was that we were taking and that I was fully prepared to take it. Her caring for me, her respect for my autonomy, was enormously touching. I took a deep breath, trying to retain my emotional composure and think about what she was saying.

“Well,” I finally began, “of course you know I’ve really thought about it a lot, about being with you, I mean. And not only the sexual part, which gets me totally excited, but yeah, also about what it means.”

I gazed steadily up at her, hoping to present a calm, mature appearance, trying to show non-verbally what I was feeling inside. And I told her, “Mom, I love you. I’m in love with you. I want to be with you. I want to give myself to you. I have thought about it, and I know exactly what I’m doing. This is what I want. It really is.”

She smiled happily, her eyes brimming with tears. “Thank you for saying that, honey.”

I leaned toward her, giving her a kiss.

After clearing her throat, my mother added, “For what it’s worth, I’ve thought about it an awful lot too. Well, you know that. I’ve waited a while and I’ve made you wait, because I wanted both of us to realize where we were going and have some time to think it through without just rushing ahead. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, I understand,” I grinned again, “and I’m sure it was the right thing to do. But it’s been driving me crazy, all this waiting.”

“I know,” she laughed. “Me too.”

We hugged tightly.

“Oh, Julie…”

“Oh, Mommy!”

We kissed again, several times. Then she looked down at my little pink nightie. “I really love this, but I haven’t seen it before. Where did you get it?”

“Um, at Victoria’s Secret. That’s where I got the dress and the other stuff too. I asked Melissa to help me pick out some nice things.”

“Oh, how sweet.” She fingered my nipples through the gauzy fabric. “Would you be terribly offended, though, if I said I wanted you to take it off now?”

“No,” I giggled. “Except why don’t you take it off for me?”

“Okay,” she smiled.

We both sat up. Tugging the hem of the gown out from under my bottom, she raised it slowly up and over my head.

I was naked now, and so was she. She laid me gently on the bed again and gazed at me. Then she touched my nipples, her fingertips brushing them so softly that I almost couldn’t feel it yet so enticingly that they grew full and turgid within seconds. They throbbed. I wanted to her kiss them, lick them, suck them.

And she did. My mommy lowered her mouth to my breasts and began sucking my nipples. “Oh god,” I sighed, stroking her hair. “Oh my god…”

My nipples were sucked as they’d never been sucked before. Sucked and loved and kissed and licked and bitten and sucked some more. Both of my nipples thoroughly sucked and caressed by her tongue and teeth and lips until I was groaning with arousal, writhing on the bed beneath her.

Then her mouth and tongue moved gradually down, gliding over my belly, soon reaching my smooth shaved mound, kissing me, licking me, teasing me — but not my pussy, not yet.

Her mouth went all over my mons, then to the upper part of my thighs and then to the inner part, the sensitive skin nearest my crotch, where my mother licked and kissed and nibbled until I begged her to give me more.

She kissed my labia, but only kisses, just kisses, so very many kisses, warm tender loving kisses with her lips together, such adoring lovely kisses — but goddammit! I didn’t want kisses now, I wanted her to lick me!!

I was in agony, the sweetest agony, longing for more, for everything, needing it, craving it, demanding it. My hands clutched at the bedsheets. I was sweating, panting with desire, a girl in heat. She kissed me again and again, so many times, until somehow her kisses or my writhing movements or my extreme animalistic arousal caused my lips to part… and then she was kissing within them.

She was kissing my pussy. My mommy was kissing me there, kissing me where I wanted her to kiss me more than anything else in the world.

My mother kissed my clit and kissed my vagina and I heard her sigh — and then I felt her tongue, her hot wet tongue caressing my sex. My mommy was licking me.

She licked my clit and I sizzled with electric arousal. She licked my vagina and I was swimming in a pool of hot female juices, bathing in lesbian lust. I was everywhere and nowhere at once, only my cunt and my mommy’s tongue and my orgasm now so close so hot yes so fucking hot mommy’s tongue inside me in my cunt mommy fuck me with your tongue mommy mommy I’m —

* * *

If there ever was a perfect orgasm, this one had to be it. That swimming metaphor says it all. I was deep inside a heated pool of sex, submerged within my lust for her, consumed by my arousal and my release. I came as hard as I had ever come before. I came again and again. My mother kept licking me, sucking me, fucking me with her tongue and then with her finger. I climaxed repeatedly until finally I could take no more.

I screamed, sobbed, cried, actually begging her to stop, the same way I’d begged for her to hurry and begin.

She pulled away, moving up to lie beside me on the bed, holding me in her arms, kissing my face, her lips wet with my juices. I trembled, shuddering, my eyes shut tight, my pussy still throbbing inside.

My mother held me close, tenderly kissing, gently caressing. It took me a long time to come down from that series of orgasms, from that tremendous peak, the ultimate summit.

I was there, I had done it, I had climaxed with my mommy’s tongue deep inside me, her mouth drinking my liquids. I was sated, satisfied, fulfilled, completed.

But nowhere near finished.

Continue on to Chapter 62

By Naughty Mommy

Now there were only five days left before the start of our trip, until that magical weekend when my mother promised she and I could do everything we wanted to do with each other. Oh my god, only five more days!!

I don’t know how I ever slept that week, how I got any schoolwork done or heard a single word that was said by my teachers. My mind was entirely consumed with anticipation and excitement and fantasy visions of being in bed with my mom making love to her. Very soon it wouldn’t be just a fantasy, not any longer, it would finally actually be real.

I was already in the habit of masturbating at least once a day and quite often more, but that week I must have set some kind of record. Every morning when I woke up, again as soon as I got home from school, and then again in bed before eventually falling to sleep at night, I gave myself countless orgasms as I visualized all the things my mommy and I would do together.

There was one other thing I did too, in addition to constantly rubbing my little pussy.

On Wednesday after school, I took the bus to the mall instead of going home. I went to Victoria’s Secret and found Melissa.

“Hi!” She hurried over, greeting me with a big smile and a hug. I hugged her in return, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

Luckily they weren’t very busy that day, so she’d be able to spend as much time with me as we wanted. I told her I needed her help in choosing a few things to wear, some very special things.

“What kind of things do you mean, honey?” she asked.

“Well, um…”

I glanced around the store, making sure no other shoppers were close enough to hear what I said next. “See, this weekend my mother and me are going away on a trip together. It’s like, I mean, a special trip. She says it’s supposed to be, um, sort of like a romantic weekend for the just the two of us, for her and me.”

“Oh my god, really?” she gushed. “How exciting!”

“Yeah, and so, you know, I want to get some things I can wear that will be, I mean, that are kind of romantic or something. I don’t really know what, though, so I need you to help me.”

Melissa took me by the shoulders, looking into my eyes. “Oh, you are so sweet, what a doll you are. Your mom is a very lucky lady.”

I blushed.

“God, this is great. A romantic weekend for just the two of you!” She couldn’t stop smiling. “Okay, so, are you thinking underwear? You know, bras and panties? Or sexy stuff, like garters and stockings? Or maybe a hot little dress or something?”

“Yeah, I mean, everything I guess. All of that. You know my mom and what she likes, kind of, and you know me, so I was hoping you could have some good suggestions.”

“Sure, of course.” She stepped back for a moment, appraising me.

I felt a little awkward, a skinny 12-year-old kid standing in a store with all that exotic grownup lady stuff around me. I hoped I wouldn’t seem too foolish to Melissa. But apparently I didn’t need to worry.

“Julie, you are so beautiful,” she sighed. “Such a lovely young girl. Like I said, your mom is a very lucky woman.”

I blushed again.

“All right, let’s see, let’s start over here.” She took my hand, leading me to a counter where some fancy bras and things were displayed under glass.

She pointed out a couple of sets that were totally gorgeous and we talked about them. I thought they might be expensive, but I didn’t really mind because I had all that cash with me I’d earned while babysitting. It was over $500, a fortune!

We discussed colors, what would go best with my skin and stuff, and what I would wear over the underthings. Melissa got some boxes from a shelf behind the counter, and then we went to another section where they had dresses.

After considering several options, we selected three for me to try on. While I waited, she took the things to a dressing room, leaving them there for me, and then she returned. “Now let’s look at lingerie,” she smiled.

There were so many different ways I could go, so many options — red and racy, black and alluring, pink and girly, white and virginal — it was hard to decide!

Finally we chose a few we agreed would be really nice, and then we went to the dressing room for my fittings. As I started removing the jeans and shirt and bra I was wearing, Melissa stood back and looked at me, admiring my young body.

“Your mom is so lucky,” she repeated, slowly shaking her head.

“Thanks,” I grinned, trying not to blush again.

“But, um, when you said this was going to be a romantic weekend for just the two of you, do you mean, um, does that mean, uh…” she trailed off.

I nodded. “Uh-huh, that’s what it means. Everything.”

“God,” Melissa whispered, her hand brushing her nipple through her thin top.

We had a lot of fun that day, talking about all the different combinations I could wear, seeing how they would look, giggling and touching and kissing each other in the dressing room at Victoria’s Secret.

I was getting very, very wet. Knowing that, I made sure to leave my regular undies on while trying on the other little panties we’d brought in with us. That way the new ones wouldn’t get stained by my love juices. On the other hand, it was kind of exciting to imagine I might leave a mark on them and then another girl or woman would buy them, and when she wore them she would have my juices next to her pussy. Ooh, I can be so naughty sometimes!

Finally we completed all our choices. I was really happy with what we’d settled on. I got dressed again, Melissa and I kissed some more, and then we went out and I paid for everything. It didn’t take all my money, only a little more than half, but I didn’t mind spending it one bit. This was to be the most important and wonderful weekend of my life.

* * *

Our plane landed at the big airport in Boston, and there we got a rental car. I’d never been to that part of the country before, and it was interesting. Of course, I didn’t see much at first except the inside of the airport and the freeway and stuff. But as we drove north, gradually leaving the cities and suburbs behind us, the landscape became picturesque, like a painting, with rolling green hills, small farms, a blue sky accented with puffy white clouds.

Perhaps it wasn’t quite as gorgeous as it appears in my memory… it could be that my heightened state of romantic bliss that afternoon made everything seem even more charming than it actually was, but it doesn’t matter. That was how I felt then, it was how it looked to me, and that is how I choose to remember it.

My mom had taken the day off from work and she’d sent a note to my school earlier that week excusing me from attendance. So, after we said goodbye to my sisters, watching them troop off to school together, and after Grandpa Ray and Grandma June arrived a little later that Friday morning, my mother and I put our things in the car and headed for the airport. The flight was fairly short, and by mid-afternoon, we were driving through New Hampshire on our way to Vermont.

Before long, we began seeing patches of snow on the ground. Higher up, the mountains became white. In the area where we lived, it hardly ever snowed, so it was really neat to see.

The afternoon grew deeper, the sun sliding lower in the western sky. “How soon are we going to get there, Mommy?” I asked.

“Pretty soon. Only another half hour or so. Are you getting tired of all this driving?”

“No, I like it. It’s really pretty up here.”

“Yes, it is.”

“But, um, after we get there, are we going out to dinner or something? Because I have, I mean, before we do I want to change into something else I brought. Something, like, kind of special for it.”

She glanced at me, smiling and touching my hand. “Aren’t you sweet. Yes, precious, we can both change before we eat.”

My mom was wearing tight jeans tucked into boots, along with a loose green v-neck sweater over a powder blue blouse. I was in a dress, the red one I liked with the buttons up the front, but I had something else in mind for our dinner date, of course.

“We’re having dinner tonight at the inn,” she continued. “I talked with them about it, about making certain, uh, arrangements.”

There was that word again. I loved it when my mother talked about making ‘arrangements’ because it usually meant something racy and exciting. But I wondered what sort of things she could be planning that would involve our dinner that night. I smiled to myself as I looked out the window enjoying the beautiful scenery. I would just have to wait and see.

A short time later, we pulled up in front of a big three-story house set amid some trees on the side of a forested hill. There were no other houses nearby. On the ground were a few patches of icy snow. A sign in front of the house read ‘Sapphic Retreat’.

“What does that mean?” I asked. “Sapphic Retreat.”

My mother chuckled. “Do you know who Sappho was?”

“No.”

“She was a Greek poet who lived on the island of Lesbos, way back, hundreds of years BC, I think. She wrote poems about her love for women, their beauty, and the special pleasures they could have together.”

“Wow. So this place is…”

She chuckled again, patting my knee. “Come on, let’s go inside.”

We were welcomed by Delia and Cassia. They were sisters, I soon learned, and they ran the inn together. Both were in their late twenties, I guessed, tall and rangy brunettes with strong features. They had high cheekbones, wide mouths, dark eyes, and glowing olive skin. The women wore very little makeup, but they didn’t really need much because their natural beauty was so striking.

We set down our bags and they showed us around. We visited a library with shelves full of books, including, I saw, at least one volume of poetry by Sappho. Glancing around the room, I noticed that the pictures on the walls and a few small sculptures all followed the same theme, lovely half-naked girls and women, often in the company of others like them. I decided I was really going to like this place.

There was a spacious community living room, with several comfortable chairs and two long sofas, along with a big-screen TV. In a tall cabinet, we were shown a collection of DVDs we could watch at our leisure. I saw some that were clearly lesbian porn. My pussy was tingling by now.

They showed us the dining room, where our dinner was to be served, and a big homey kitchen with a table on the side where we would have breakfast the next morning.

After the tour, Cassia led us up to our room on the second floor. It was a suite, actually, comprised of a small parlor or sitting room, a large bedroom with a beautiful canopy bed, and an equally large bathroom with a deep triangular tub in one corner and a double shower in another corner. Delia came into the suite a minute later, carrying a tray with drinks for us and a small selection of chocolates.

“You can relax now,” Cassia told us, “and please make yourselves at home. Anything you want or need, just ask for it. We’re planning dinner for 7:00, as we discussed. Is that still all right?”

“Yes, that will be fine,” my mother nodded. “Thank you so much, everything is just perfect.”

It was about 5:30 then. The women left us alone, and Mommy and I sat down to enjoy our refreshments. I wasn’t sure what was in the glasses. The drinks were layered liquids, red, yellow, and green. I picked mine up, sniffed it, and then tasted it. It was kind of strong but delicious, different from anything I’d had before.

“What is this?” I asked.

My mom smiled. “It’s one of their specialties here. The drink is called Traffic Light because of the colors. It’s made with absinthe, which is alcoholic. I asked them not to make yours too strong, though.”

“Wow. I like it. It’s pretty.” I held my glass up to the light, admiring the layered effect.

We chatted for a while, sipping our drinks and eating the chocolates. Then we took a short walk outside, around the grounds, holding hands. It was too early in the year for flowers, but the yard was nicely tended. There were a lot of bare-limbed trees in a row. Mommy told me they were fruit trees that bore plums, apples, and cherries.

Around 6:30, as it was starting to get dark and turning chilly, we came inside to get ready for dinner.

In our room, I said to my mom, “Um, before I change into my, I mean, what I’m going to wear” — I didn’t want to tell her what I’d chosen for the occasion — “could you, like, help me put on a little eye makeup and stuff? So I can look pretty for you?”

She took my face in her hands, smiling and kissing my lips. “Darling, you always look pretty to me. But yes, of course, I’d be happy to help you with some makeup. Let’s go in the bathroom.”

After she finished and I’d admired my transformed face in the mirror, thanking her profusely, I said, “So, um, is it okay if I get dressed in here? By myself?”

“You mean you don’t want me to see you until you’re ready?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, grinning shyly.

“Ooh, you are so cute!” She kissed me again, being careful not to smear my makeup, and then left the bathroom. After I brought in my suitcase and closed the door behind me, I proceeded to change.

I took off my red dress and hung it on a hook on the back of the door. I’d left my flat black shoes in the other room, and I wasn’t wearing any socks or hose, so all I had on was my regular bra and panties. I slipped out of them and looked at myself in the full-length mirror.

That morning, in the shower, I’d shaved my pussy for the first time, removing the sparse amount of light brown pubic hair that was growing there. At the mall, on Wednesday, I’d asked Melissa if she could come with me to the drug store across the corridor and help me get the stuff I needed. She was happy to do that, and she gave me a few pointers on how to do the job right. I was very pleased with the results. My pussy was completely smooth again, like when I was little.

Next I got out the delicate panties and bra I’d chosen. They were white, matching, of course, and mostly sheer. The bra was strapless, with underwire, so it lifted up my breasts a bit, although I still didn’t have much to lift. Then I put on the dress. It was white and gold lamé, strapless with a fitted bodice. It had a straight skirt that came to several inches above my knees, and a little satin bow at the top between my breasts. I loved it.

Leaving my legs bare, I finished the outfit with the Gucci shoes my mother had given me, and then posed in front of the mirror. Wow, I thought to myself, I guess maybe I really am kind of pretty, like everyone keeps telling me. Anyway, if I saw this girl somewhere, I would definitely want to have sex with her. That made me smile. I stepped close to the mirror, bringing my lips to meet the lips of my reflected image, and kissed myself. That felt sort of perverted, but totally hot.

Deciding to leave the imprint of my pink lip rouge on the mirror, I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and went out to show myself to my mom.

She was sitting in a chair, waiting for me. When she saw me she stood up, clapping her hands to her face, exclaiming, “Oh my! Oh my! Oh Julie!”

She rushed over and hugged me tightly. She was actually sobbing, she was so happy. Hugging her, I said, “Mommy, stop, you’ll make me cry. You’ll ruin my makeup!”

“I know, dear, I’m sorry.” She pulled away, carefully wiping her tears, trying not to smear her mascara. “It’s just, I’m just…”

My mother held me at arm’s length, taking me in again. “I’m just…”

It was rare for her to be at a loss for words. “I, I’ve never seen anything in my life so beautiful.”

“Oh, Mom.”

“No, I mean it. You are magnificent. Like an angel.” She wiped her eyes again.

“You look really nice too,” I told her.

She was in a very short and flouncy mini-skirt, bright red, along with extremely high heels. Her long smooth legs were oiled and gleaming. The sleeveless white satin blouse she wore was open more than halfway down, letting me see a tantalizing amount of her braless breasts. Her hair was pulled back, a few blonde strands left free to hang teasingly around her gorgeous face.

As I recovered from her reaction to my appearance and took the time to appreciate hers, I felt elated. It was nearly impossible to believe that this incredibly beautiful woman, who could have had almost anyone in the world, male or female, was in love with me, that she and I would soon be in bed together, doing anything and everything we wanted with each other. She was and is the most attractive woman I have ever seen, and I am still deeply in love with her, my wonderful, desirable, super sexy mom.

After a quick repair of our makeup, we left the room to go downstairs for dinner, arm in arm.

Cassia greeted us at the bottom of the stairs and led us into the candlelit dining room while complimenting us on our outfits. Mommy was seated at the head of the table and I sat on the side, close to her. We were the only people at dinner that evening, the sole guests of the inn that weekend.

Delia came in from the kitchen, welcoming us, exclaiming how lovely we both were. The sisters were in matching skirts and blouses now, kind of like a uniform. The dark skirts were short and showed off their superb long legs. They’d put on a little more makeup too, but still not much, I didn’t think. Just a little blush and lipstick, and maybe some mascara.

After they left us, I took my mother’s hand, telling her again how pretty she looked. She smiled coyly, seeming to indicate something — and then it hit me — I suddenly realized why the outfit she was wearing seemed so familiar. This was exactly what she’d had on that night almost two years earlier when I was still just 10 and I came out of my room to see her having lesbian sex with Karen. She remembered!

“Mommy, that’s…” I started to get choked up “…that’s what…” I couldn’t say anything more but just pointed at her clothing.

She nodded, “Mm-hm, that’s right, my love, the night everything began for me and you.” Her eyes were filling with tears too.

I cleared my throat, taking a deep breath, lowering my head and putting my hands in my lap, trying to regain my composure. I really didn’t want to start crying and mess up my face. After a minute or so, I looked up again, smiling at her. I managed to say, “That’s, that’s so sweet, Mom.”

We gazed at each other, lost in a world of love and affection and desire for one another.

Our reverie was broken in the most exciting way you could possibly imagine. Through the door from the kitchen came a young lady carrying a tray holding wine glasses filled with a yellowish liquid. Each glass also contained a small slice of orange. She set them down in front of us.

“Good evening. These are your aperitifs.”

What seized my attention, however, making my jaw drop, was not the drinks — it was the young lady who served them. She was very young, only about my age, and she was topless! Not only topless, but all she was wearing was a tiny g-string and a pair of high-heeled slippers. I couldn’t believe it!!

“Thank you, my dear,” said my mom as she looked the girl up and down. “Mm, such an adorable little thing. Can you tell us your name?”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am. My name is Brandi.”

I continued staring at her, my mouth literally hanging open. Brandi was a redhead, about 12 years old, tall for her age with the most perfect legs. She had small breasts set high on her chest with rosy nipples. I thought I could see a few little auburn curls peeking around the edges of her scanty g-string.

She went back to the kitchen, my eyes fastened on her bare bottom as she strode away. Brandi was much better at walking in high heels than I was. It was a delight to watch.

“Mommy, she —”

Just as I began to say something, the door swung open again and another young lady in high-heeled slippers came in. This girl was a blonde, equally stunning, equally topless, and apparently even younger than Brandi, maybe only 10. She had no real breast development at all, just the beginnings of puffiness in her nipples. I studied the girl’s crotch unabashedly as she stood next to us. Her little white g-string, even scantier than Brandi’s, revealed an expanse of smooth pink skin with no sign of pubic hair anywhere.

She set two bowls of soup at our places, then stood back and smiled, her hands behind her back. “Lobster bisque. I hope you will enjoy it.”

My mom turned to the girl, admiring her for a moment. She said, “It smells delicious. And what is your name, pretty one?”

“I’m Cindy.”

“You are very lovely. Just beautiful.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Cindy nodded. Then she headed back to the kitchen, walking not quite as gracefully as Brandi had in the heels. I kept my eyes on her the whole way.

When the door closed, I whispered, “Mommy, they, I mean — is this legal?”

“Yes,” she chuckled. “I’m not actually certain what the laws are. But if there are any, they’re not very strictly enforced. Here in Vermont people generally let other people do what they want. They’re very accepting of, uh, a variety of alternative lifestyles.”

“Wow…”

She raised her glass, appreciating the golden glow of the liquid in the candlelight, and then held it toward me. “Let’s drink to our love, my beautiful angel.”

The amorous look in her eyes nearly took my breath away. With trembling fingers I raised my own drink, trying not to spill any. After clinking our glasses, we each took a sip.

I coughed a little. “Oh — um, this is kind of strong.”

My mom smiled at me. “It’s Lillet, a French aperitif. You don’t have to drink too much if you don’t like it.”

“No, I do. It’s just…” I took another small sip. “It’s good. I just have to get used to it.”

She took my hand, squeezing it. “Let’s try the bisque, okay?”

And so we did. It was excellent.

We enjoyed a delicious dinner, roast pork and creamy mashed potatoes and a green salad and some really good crusty bread, along with apple pie a la mode for dessert. My mom had a few glasses of wine and I had some too, but mostly I drank water. I made sure to write notes about the food in my diary the next day so I would remember everything, but as you can imagine, my attention was often diverted by those sexy young girls who were serving us. What a treat that was!

We sat for a while after we finished, watching the candles burn low, holding hands, smiling at each other. When my mother pushed back her chair, I thought maybe that meant it was time to go up to our room, but then she said, “Come here a minute, lover, and sit on my lap.”

I happily settled myself on her, wrapping my arms around her neck, smelling her perfume, gazing down at her cleavage, looking at her moist lips. I brought my mouth close to hers, and we kissed.

For the next, I don’t know for how long — ten minutes? ten hours? — we softly kissed. Just so softly, tenderly, romantically, exquisitely. My lips on her lips, our tongues lightly teasing, hands and fingers delicately caressing smooth warm skin. We didn’t get overtly sexual then, grabbing each other’s breasts or anything like that, we just kissed. It was the hottest, sexiest, most arousing session of kissing the entire universe has ever known. That’s how it felt to me, anyway.

Finally she whispered, as her lips nibbled at my neck, “Would you like to go upstairs now, darling?”

My clit was tingling, my pussy dripping wet, my nipples throbbing in their little white bra.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

I nuzzled beneath her ear, inhaling her sweet perfume. And then instead of kissing, I bit her skin, taking the tender flesh of my mother’s neck between my teeth and biting down, pretty hard. I don’t know why I did that, I just did.

“God, yes!” she gasped.

As I drew away, I smiled at her. She sighed and kissed me once again, but this time more deeply, pulling me against her, pressing her tongue into my mouth.

By the time we were done with that kiss, we were both breathing hard, quivering with excitement. We stood up, looking into each other’s eyes, and headed for our room.

Continue on to Chapter 61

By Naughty Mommy

Opening the door, I discovered my sister lying on her back on our mother’s bed, naked, with her legs spread apart. Her pussy was facing directly toward the doorway where I was standing, and she had a finger inside her. Except it wasn’t her finger — it was Mommy’s!

My mom was fucking my sister with her finger.

As I watched, she pressed the finger, the middle finger of her right hand, deep inside Kate’s vagina, much deeper than you could get a finger inside me, back then anyway. I heard Kate groan with pleasure.

Mommy was on her hands and knees, her breast suspended over Kate’s mouth. My sister was hungrily licking and sucking and biting the erect nipple. As I closed the door behind me, my mom glanced up. “Hi, baby,” she smiled.

“Hi.”

She returned her attention to Kate. “Mmm, that’s right, little girl, suck Mommy’s nipple, suck it hard, Mommy loves it so much!”

I immediately began masturbating as I watched and listened. I walked closer to the bed, getting ready to join them. Slipping my robe off my shoulders, I let it fall to the floor.

My mother looked at me again. “Did you… uh, did you check on the kids downstairs, honey?”

“Yeah, I was, I mean, I was just watching them. From up here. They were kissing.”

“They were?” My mom’s eyes went wide.

“Uh-huh.”

“Wow, I guess that movie must have really turned them on. Just the way I wanted it to,” she chuckled.

“I guess.” I knelt on the bed beside them, rapidly rubbing my clit as I watched Kate suck Mommy’s nipple. I put my other hand on my mom’s bottom. It was soft and smooth and warm. I caressed her, sliding my hand slowly down into the crack.

“Ooh, that’s nice,” she sighed. “But, uh, are you sure the kids won’t, uh… that they won’t come up here and find us?”

“No, I don’t think they will,” I told her. “They seemed really busy with what they were doing.”

“Good. I’d like to see that, but god, it feels so fucking great to have Katie suck my nipples like this.”

My sister switched to the other breast. Mommy started moving her finger slowly in and out of Kate’s pussy. In and out, in and out, a little faster, and a little faster. She took Kate’s hand in hers and placed it between her legs. “Baby girl, fuck Mommy now. Fuck Mommy’s pussy with your finger.”

Kate pushed a finger up inside our mother’s cunt. Then she added a second finger. Quickly she began fucking her hard and fast, making squishy wet sounds. Mommy growled, “God, yes, fuck me hard, baby girl, I need you to make me come.”

I rubbed my clit even more urgently.

“Just one thing, though, sweetie,” my mom whispered to Kate, almost breathlessly, “if you come or if you make me come — oh god! — we have to be quiet. We can’t let the little girls downstairs hear us. Okay?”

Kate nodded without taking her mouth away from the nipple she was sucking. Her face was getting red, her breath coming fast. It looked to me like she was getting close.

“We don’t want those little girls to find out,” our mother continued, “that up here in Mommy’s bedroom, Mommy has her finger inside her daughter’s sweet pussy. She’s fucking her, and her daughter is licking and sucking Mommy’s nipples, and… oh, my fucking god!”

She was getting very close as well. She fucked Kate’s pussy faster.

I wanted to be part of it.

Sliding onto my side next to Kate, I laid my leg over hers and grabbed her tiny tit with my free hand while I continued masturbating with the other. I took her nipple in my mouth and started sucking. I hadn’t sucked Kate’s nipples before, only my mom’s. Her nipple was much smaller, but very firm, like a little button in my mouth. I closed my eyes and sucked it hard.

Kate began to squeal. I looked up at her face. Her eyes were shut tight. She’d released Mommy’s nipple from her mouth and she was grimacing, panting, squealing. She was coming.

My mother leaned down suddenly, covering Kate’s mouth with her own, kissing her and muffling the sounds until she quieted down. Then our mother pulled away. Even while she was climaxing, Kate hadn’t stopped fucking her, and now my mom’s eyes were wide, her breath coming fast. She was almost there.

The moment Kate finished coming, or perhaps while she was still in the middle of her orgasm, she’d opened her eyes and searched for Mommy’s breast, reaching for it, grabbing it, hungrily taking the wet nipple into her mouth again. I looked up and saw Mommy’s other tit hanging just above me. I turned over onto my back, sliding up a little so I could lie beside Kate and we could both suck her nipples.

“Fucking yes, fucking yes, god-fucking-DAMN,” our mother groaned as her daughters sucked her tits. “Kate, fuck me harder, baby, fuck me harder!”

My eyes were closed, but I could hear the sound of Kate’s fingers slapping against Mommy’s vulva as she fucked her, I could smell our mother’s sex, I could feel and taste her nipple in my mouth, and my own fingers were moving fast over my clit.

Mommy started to come, and then I was coming too. I was able to keep it quiet, mostly, just one little squeak and a few heavy gasps. Mommy’s orgasm was almost silent too, only a deep moan accompanied by a whole lot of whispered profanity.

We both climaxed, and Kate might have been coming again too at the same time as us. I’m almost sure my mom hadn’t stopped fucking her pussy with her finger. God, it was so so hot — double hot because of all those little third grade girls just downstairs.

A few minutes later, we were lying side by side on the bed, all three of us on our backs, holding hands, gradually regaining our breath, slowly calming down. Kate was in the middle.

“Mmm, that was so nice,” our mother whispered. She lifted my sister’s hand and kissed it.

Then she asked, “Katie, did you hear Julie say what the little girls were doing downstairs?”

“Uh-uh, I didn’t.”

“They were kissing,” I told her.

“They were?”

“Uh-huh, I was watching them, like, from up here. Spying on them.”

“Wow, and they were kissing?”

“Yeah, except, you know, some of them more than others. It started with, um, Ashley and Abbie. But after a while, everyone did, at least a little bit.”

“Wow,” Kate sighed. The sheet was up around our waists, but I could tell that she had begun masturbating again. I had too, as had our mom. We were all very turned on that night.

“Who was kissing the most?” Mommy asked.

“Um, first it was Ashley and Abbie. They were kissing a lot. But then especially when Ashley started kissing Molly. They were —”

“With Molly?” Kate interrupted. “She was kissing Molly?”

“Uh-huh, a lot, I mean, you know, with tongues and everything.”

“Oh my god.” My sister’s face was turning red. It looked like she might be close to another orgasm already.

“Would you like to watch her doing that, sweetie?” Mommy whispered. “Watch your little sister kissing another girl?”

“Yeah…”

“Maybe we should go down there right now,” I suggested, “and not just watch them, but get under the covers with them and start kissing them ourselves.”

Our mother added, “Yes, and take off their little jammies and get them naked and show them what sex between girls is all about.”

“Really?” Kate looked at her, wide-eyed.

“No, not really,” Mommy chuckled. “I’m just kidding. But it’s fun to fantasize about, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is,” Kate grinned.

“I’d love to see them all naked,” I said, “lined up, in a row, on their backs. So I could look at their little pussies.”

“Mmm, would you just look at them?” my mom asked. “Or do something more?”

“Then I’d kiss their pussies, each one, all seven of ‘em.”

Kate turned to me. “Molly’s too?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “Molly’s too. I want to kiss Molly’s little pussy and lick her and make her come in my mouth.”

“God, Julie…” Kate sighed.

“Yes, yes!” That was our mom. We could hear her fingers fucking her cunt. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be nearing a climax. I was rubbing my clit too, of course.

“After I kiss them,” I continued, “I want to get on top of them, one at a time, going down the whole row, fucking each of them, my pussy on their pussy, and —”

“Molly too?” Kate gasped. Her eyes were squeezed shut. She was grimacing, obviously right on the edge.

“Oh yeah, Molly too, Molly too… I really want to fuck my little sister’s baby pussy with my cunt and make her come!”

“Oh FUCK!” Mommy groaned. She was trying to stay quiet as she climaxed, but it obviously wasn’t easy.

“Ooh, unh!” my sister began to squeal loudly.

While still in the throes of her orgasm, our mother turned and covered Kate’s mouth with her own again, absorbing most of the sound. They kissed and came together.

I closed my eyes and pictured the erotic scene I’d described — seven naked girls, 8 or 9 years old, waiting for me, ready for me, begging me to fuck them, to climb on them and rub my hot wet cunt all over their bodies — and when I finished they would climb on me, touching me, kissing me, pressing their soft warm skin against mine, rubbing me everywhere, fucking me with their fingers, licking me with their tongues, and —

My legs slammed shut over my hands as I came. I felt hot fluids oozing between my fingers. I gasped, managing to remember that I shouldn’t make too much noise. We certainly wouldn’t want to let those little girls know what was happening upstairs, one floor above them.

It was almost 1:00 AM. Mommy told us we should try to get some sleep, each in our own rooms. We stayed in her bed a few minutes longer, tenderly kissing and caressing, saying a gentle goodnight. Then Kate and I got up and left our mother’s room.

Before going to bed, we peeked around the edge of the wall where it looked down into the family room and listened for a moment. It was dark below, and silent. Apparently the girls had all gone to sleep. Kate squeezed my hand, we kissed once more, and went to our rooms.

I got in bed but couldn’t get to sleep. I was too keyed up by the thought of all those cute young girls cuddling together beneath a pile of blankets.

After resisting the urge as long as I could, I finally gave in. Slipping into my thin robe again, I tiptoed silently out the door and down the stairs. I crept close to them, hearing soft steady breathing, smelling the scent of young skin and little girl perfume.

Emily was on the end, nearest me. She was lying on her side, facing away from the others, the blankets pulled tightly around her.

On my hands and knees I moved up to Emily, bending down low, my face only inches from hers. I looked closely at the girl, at those lips I longed to kiss. I brought my mouth to hers — almost right up to hers, stopping barely before I kissed her. I gazed at her perfect little face, rubbing my breasts through the robe, wishing I could have her.

I backed off slightly, trembling with desire. As I started to get to my feet, I heard movement behind me. I turned and discovered my mom, arriving at the bottom of the stairs. She was in a thin robe too, only hers was black and sheer, very short and virtually transparent, hiding nothing.

She smiled and came to me, taking my hand. Apparently she’d been seized by the same impulse I had. She leaned close and whispered in my ear, almost inaudibly, “They’re so beautiful, aren’t they?”

I nodded and squeezed her hand.

We looked at the girls. They were in the same arrangement that I’d seen them in before, in the same order. I noticed, though, that some of them were nestled together as they slept, like puppies in a litter. Abbie was spooning with Ashley, from behind, and Ashley had an arm laying over Molly’s chest. On the other side of Molly, Riley was scrunched up beside her, her hand resting on my sister’s shoulder. Behind Riley was little blonde Lindsey. They were back to back, but quite close. I was sure that under the covers their bottoms had to be touching. That made me smile.

My mother led me slowly around to the other side of the group. Alyssa was at the far end, sleeping on her back. One long slim white leg was on the outside of the blankets, exposed to our view. Together we crouched on the floor, staring at the child, admiring her slender leg. Mommy took a big chance then. Carefully, very carefully, she began to pull the sheet down from where it lay over the girl’s chest. Alyssa was wearing a thin nightie, apparently very short, like a babydoll. It wasn’t sheer, but it was pastel, light-colored, and we were able to just see the outlines and the darker impression of her puffy nipples beneath it.

I was definitely getting wet. I wondered if my mom was too. I watched her lean in close to Alyssa, bringing her mouth to within a fraction of an inch of the girl’s tiny breast. She was obviously becoming very excited, licking her lips and starting to pant. Aroused, I slid a hand under the back of my mother’s negligee, feeling her smooth thigh, moving up, into her crack, touching her sex. I stroked her. She was very wet.

She turned her head and looked at me, smiling. Then she silently stood up, bringing me with her. She led me back to the top of the group, above their heads. Opening her robe, completely exposing herself, she pulled her pussy lips wide apart with the fingers of both hands, thrusting her crotch forward, rotating slightly side to side, as if displaying her womanly cunt to each of the sleeping little girls.

I opened my robe too. But instead of exhibiting my pussy to the kids, I took my mother’s hand in mine and placed it between my legs, rubbing it against me, giving them a display behind their closed eyes of not just nudity, and not only feminine sex, but lesbian incest, a mommy fondling her daughter’s wet pussy.

I felt my mom shudder as her fingers touched my wetness. She sighed and wrapped her arms around me, kissing me, shoving her tongue into my mouth, her hand still between my legs, rubbing up and down through my juicy slit.

We kissed that way for several seconds and then she broke away, breathing heavily. She glanced one more time at the children, at their little faces, and then pulled me behind her toward the stairs.

 

In my room, in my bed, my mother is on top of me, kissing me, holding me, pressing her naked body against mine. That’s where she’d brought me, entering my room, closing the door, stripping off our robes, getting into bed without ever saying a word.

Now we kiss wetly, her hands grabbing at my breasts and mine groping hers. My legs are spread wide, and she thrusts her mound against mine. She is fucking me, pussy on pussy, clit to clit, as she kisses me. She moves harder and harder, faster and faster, grinding her cunt into my slit. I feel an orgasm building. I want it so bad, my first climax with my mother actually fucking me this way, pussy to pussy with nothing between us, just skin on skin, mommy and her little girl. God, she turns me on!

I squeeze her breasts, pinching her nipples. I suck on her tongue. I throw my legs open as far as I can, trying to take her into me, to have her hot juicy pussy inside mine. She moves even faster, bucking up and down, her slippery labia between mine, our clits are kissing, I’m so close. Still humping me fast and hard, she takes her mouth from mine so she can look into my eyes. “Fucking — fucking — fuck your cunt — come in your cunt!” she gasps between thrusts.

“Fuck me, Mommy! Fuck my pussy!” I urge, barely remembering not to be too loud. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Come in my little girl pussy!”

“Little girl! Fuck! FUCK!!” A tremendous spasm jolts her. I feel the energy coursing from her into me. I don’t know if it’s possible, but it seems like the heat of her climax has somehow exploded inside my own pussy, bringing me suddenly to orgasm.

To keep from screaming, I bite her shoulder. I know it must be hurting her, a lot, but I can’t help it. I wrap my legs around her, tying them together over her ass, pulling her hot cunt into mine.

She shudders, groaning, as successive huge waves of climactic passion surge through her. I clutch her to me as tightly as I can, releasing the bite hold on her shoulder, hoping I haven’t made her bleed but then not caring. I want her to fuck me, I want to fuck her, I want to do everything there is with her. As I continue coming, I dig my fingernails into her back, clawing at her, raking her, growling, “Fuck my little girl cunt, Mommy! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

She strains one more time, two more times, her head thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut, until finally she collapses onto me with a deep sigh.

It is done.

She has taken me. It is our first true fuck. My mother has fucked my cunt with hers and we have come together. It is perfection.

I hold her, loving her, feeling her pant on top of me. I stroke her hot skin, kiss her neck, taste her salty sweat. “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy…” I whisper.

 

We fell asleep that way, in my bed. At some point she shifted off of me, but we stayed very close all night long, always touching, always skin on warm skin. I was so happy.

In the morning, at only a little after 7:00, my mother woke up. She kissed me on the lips and got quietly out of bed. I glanced at the clock, but I was still only half awake. I closed my eyes, hearing her leave the room, and then I was asleep again.

At 9:00, I got up. I took a quick shower, got dressed, and went downstairs. The kids were all awake and Mommy was fixing breakfast for them. I helped. Around 11:00, their parents began coming to take them home. Kate was finally up by then. As the last little girls drove away — Abbie and Riley were the final two to get their rides — my mom and my sisters and I stood on the front porch waving to them, then retreated into the house to put everything away and enjoy the rest of our Sunday.

Continue on to Chapter 60

By Naughty Mommy

The next morning after breakfast, Mommy got busy making arrangements of some kind, spending lots of time on her laptop and on the phone. It was something about a trip, with airline flights and hotels and stuff. After about an hour of this, I overheard a phone call that especially caught my attention.

My mom was speaking to her dad, Grandpa Ray. She told him I was being recruited to attend a highly-rated private prep school in New England, in Vermont, and that the school had offered to fly the two of us there for a weekend so we could see the place. She said they could afford to do it because their tuitions were so high.

It was true, I knew, that I was at least being evaluated by a prep school up there somewhere. My mother and I had already discussed it, however, and I thought we’d agreed that neither of us would be happy if I went so far away to attend school, no matter how fancy a place it might be.

I frowned as I listened to her on the phone, wondering why she was talking as though we were still considering it. I heard her ask her dad if he and Grandma June could come and stay with Molly and Kate for a couple of nights while we were gone, and apparently they said they would.

Mommy was all smiles when she hung up the phone. Heaving a satisfied sigh, she closed her laptop, got up from her seat, and started heading upstairs. I followed her.

In her bedroom, I confronted her. “You don’t really mean you might want me to go away to that school, do you? Did you change your mind or something?”

I was acting bold, but inside I was scared and insecure. If my mother confirmed what I was dreading, I knew I would burst into tears.

But she answered, “Of course not, darling. Is that what you thought?”

My mom must have read the concern on my face. Setting the laptop on a chair, she came to me and hugged me. “Oh, I’m sorry, sweetie, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I don’t ever want to go to that school,” I pouted, my voice muffled as she pulled my head into her bosom.

“I know you don’t, precious, and you don’t have to worry about that. Listen, I’ll tell you a secret, okay?” We sat down on the bed together. She brushed some hair from my forehead, smiling at me.

“Mommy just did a bad thing. I told a lie to my own father,” she chuckled. “I can’t imagine what he would think if he knew the truth.”

I looked up at her. “What did you lie about?”

“That we’re going to see the school, because we’re not. That’s just an excuse for you and me to get away together for a special romantic weekend. Just the two of us. You see?”

“Really?” I grinned.

“Yes, really. I’ve found a very nice place for us to stay, I think. It’s in Vermont, a little bed and breakfast inn. I’m pretty sure you’ll like it.”

“Wow, when is it?”

“In two weeks. We leave on the 28th, Friday afternoon. I’ve booked our flights.”

“Oh, Mommy!” I threw my arms around her. “Thank you!”

* * *

Elaine Gallagher called later that day asking me to babysit, so that’s what I did with my Saturday night. Boring. And of course it also meant we couldn’t have a repeat at home of our nipple-sucking fun the night before. That would have to wait for another time.

Our mom had strict rules on school nights of course about no porn and no late nights playing sexy games. That was reserved for the weekends. As the days went by that week, I found myself hoping Elaine would not call and request my services again, because even though I liked making so much money, I was really looking forward to another Friday or Saturday evening when my sisters and I could gather in our mother’s bed and get nasty with her.

I also kept asking my mom for more information about where she and I were going on our romantic weekend and what we would be doing. She wouldn’t tell me much, and she maintained the pretense with Molly and Kate about it being a trip to visit a prep school. I wasn’t sure Kate bought that story. She knew how I felt about going away and leaving the family, but she didn’t pry.

It made me uncomfortable, though, misleading Kate that way, and finally I said something to my mother about it. She understood how I felt but explained that she didn’t want to take any chances on having Grandpa Ray or Grandma June discover her deception. After we got back, she assured me, we would tell Kate the truth about where we’d been. That made me feel better.

Alas, Elaine did call on Wednesday, asking if I was available for Friday night. Reluctantly I told her I was, but I also had the satisfaction of letting her know that the following weekend I could not babysit at all, since I would be out of town. I had a big smile on my face as I told her that.

And then another thing happened.

Thursday evening as we were eating dinner, Molly said, “Mommy, I want to have a sleepover.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh, with Emily and Riley and Lindsey and Ashley and —”

“Whoa, hold on a minute. How many girls do you want to have?”

“Only six. Also Abbie and Alyssa.”

“Only six?” our mother joked. “Why not your whole class?”

“Eww, not the boys,” Molly sneered. “No way.”

Mommy laughed. “I know, I was just kidding. How soon do you want to have this sleepover.”

“Soon. Can I?”

“Well, sure, I don’t see why not. But it can’t be next weekend because that’s when Julie and I have to go out of town. Maybe the weekend after that, okay?”

“Why not this weekend?”

“This weekend?”

“Yeah, Saturday. That’s what I already told ‘em.”

Resting her elbow on the table, my mom put her chin in her hand, giving Molly a mock frown. “You already told your friends you were having a sleepover before you even asked me about it?”

“Uh-huh,” my sister nodded, grinning.

Mommy tweaked her nose. “Well, since you are such a good girl and you never give me any trouble at all, I suppose we can do that.”

“Yay!” Molly clapped.

“But six! Where will we put them all? Your room isn’t big enough. I guess if they bring sleeping bags… or maybe we could just put a bunch of blankets and pillows down on the floor in the family room…”

* * *

So, we started making plans for a slumber party at our house, a whole bunch of third grade girls. This would be Molly’s first big sleepover. She’d been to a few like this at other kids’ houses, but we’d never had one at ours.

They all started showing up at around 5:00 on Saturday, and by 5:30, the place was a madhouse. Seven running, laughing, screaming, giggling little girls. I loved it.

I’d met most of the kids before, when Molly would have them over after school. I always enjoyed playing with them and I have to admit I had a little crush on a couple of them too, especially on Riley and Emily. They were so cute and sexy.

But let me tell you what they all looked like. I made a point that evening to study each of the girls closely so I could include descriptions of them in my sexual diary when I updated it the next day.

The two I hadn’t met previously were Alyssa and Lindsey. Alyssa, who was quiet and shy, was 9 years old, tall for her age, with long slim legs, dark hair and dark eyes, just beginning to get little breast buds. She was incredibly hot. Lindsey, who was 8, was a blonde, like my sister Molly, except her hair was straight, falling over her shoulders with golden highlights. She was a tiny girl, the shortest of the group. Lindsey looked thin and frail, like a waif, with pretty blue eyes and long lashes. I couldn’t stop staring at her little pink lips, wishing I could kiss them.

Abbie, who had just turned 9 a few weeks earlier, had curly red hair, blue eyes, and a pretty face. She had noticeable breast buds and was slightly plump. I expected that as she grew older she might start to have weight problems, like her mom who was fairly heavy. But Abbie laughed a lot and her cheerful smile was irresistible.

Ashley, a brown-eyed brunette, was the oldest of the girls at the sleepover. She would be 10 in July and was physically the most developed, with small but prominent breasts set high on her chest. Ashley was the tallest and most outgoing too. She was smart and funny and I liked her a lot, although she could get kind of bossy at times.

Beautiful Emily, 8 years old, was a brunette with striking green eyes, pale skin, full lips, cute little legs, and a flat chest. She didn’t say much, but she was bright, always looking and observing what went on around her. When Emily’s eyes met mine, I often felt that she knew what I was feeling, that she could tell how much I secretly desired her. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I thought I could detect some interest in her too, a curiosity about what it might be like to kiss an older girl, a girl like me. That’s what I hoped, anyway.

Without a doubt, the hottest of the girls in the group was Riley. She was only 8, yet she already had a magnetic sex appeal. The child was short and slim, with long legs and perfect bronzy skin. She had straight sandy blonde hair, big brown eyes, and the cutest smile you ever saw. On top of everything, she was flirtatious beyond her years, dressing to show off her young body, seeming to take delight in attracting the admiring looks of others.

Molly, of course, you know. My little sister was the youngest one there, having skipped a grade. She was a happy child, bubbly with her friends, laughing constantly. I adored her in every way, that curly blonde hair, those gorgeous blue eyes, her soft white skin. I wanted her, and by this time I was certain that soon I would be doing everything I could possibly think of with her.

As you might guess, my pussy was getting very wet as I completed my careful examination of all these girls. Visions of them naked, cavorting, playing, kissing, touching, with me right in the center, captivated my mind. It was all I could do to keep from pouncing on them as I watched them that night.

Somehow, though, I managed to control my lust.

Mommy ordered several large pizzas and the kids had a fun time eating and giggling and giggling some more. When the pizza was gone, they got to bake a batch of cupcakes and each girl decorated her own. Our kitchen table was soon a mess of frosting and glitter and sprinkles with lots of sticky fingers all around and plenty more giggles.

They all trooped into the bathroom after that to wash their hands and faces while Kate and I cleaned up the kitchen, and then it was time for a dress-up game.

Our mom brought out armfuls of little skirts and tops and scarves and bright-colored socks and silly shoes for the girls to try on (she and I had gone shopping at a discount store that afternoon). Included in the mix were several rather racy items, like flimsy bralettes and thigh-high stockings. She challenged the girls to pick out what they liked and then they would have a fashion show, voting for the cutest, most creative, or sexiest outfits. She made sure to have enough categories and enough small prizes to hand out so that every girl was a winner at least once.

The fashion show was a great idea, not only because the kids loved it so much, but because we — my mom, and Kate, and I — got to sit around and watch them taking off their clothes and putting other things on. Mommy pointedly told them, “We’re all just girls here,” giving them permission to disrobe as much as they wanted. None of the girls took off their panties, but we saw lots of bare legs, underwear, and even some flashes of chests. I was getting wetter and wetter.

Because it was a fashion show, we had to have a photographer, of course, and so Kate used our mom’s digital camera to capture plenty of images that we could enjoy later. A couple of the girls had phones that took pictures too, and that led to even more shrieks of happy laughter.

It was close to 9:00 o’clock by the time all the prizes had been awarded. The kids were still in their little dress-up outfits when our mother announced that next on the menu was a movie. She said they could watch whatever they wanted. They could choose Shrek, or Toy Story, or The Little Mermaid, or Ace Ventura, Pet Detective… but then she had another suggestion.

“I have one more movie I was thinking of. It’s called Lost and Delirious,” she told them, holding up the DVD case. “This is one my girls and I like to watch, but I’m not sure you will want to see it. It’s sort of grownup, a little bit anyway. It’s about some high school girls at a boarding school and their relationships with each other. We like it a lot, but as I said, it’s kind of mature, and if you think your parents might not want you to watch it, then we shouldn’t.”

By saying that, of course, she was almost guaranteeing the girls would clamor to see that one. My mother could be pretty shrewd.

“It’s really good,” Molly nodded to her friends. “We should watch it.”

“Does anyone here think you don’t want to see this? That I shouldn’t put it on?” Mommy asked.

The girls looked around at each other. No one objected. Ashley said, “I want to watch it.”

“Me too,” Abbie agreed, followed by a chorus of affirmations.

“Are you sure?” our mother reiterated. “Because if it’s going to upset your parents, we shouldn’t watch it.”

“It’s okay, we won’t tell,” promised Riley.

“Yeah, we won’t tell,” insisted all the rest of the girls.

So that’s what we showed to the group of little third graders that night, an R-rated movie about lesbian relationships at a private girls school. It was so awesome.

Pushing back the sofa and chairs, we cleared a space in the center of the family room in front of our large-screen TV, laying down a stack of blankets and sheets seven girls wide along with a dozen pillows so they could all get comfy and watch. Mommy suggested that they put on their jammies or whatever they wanted to sleep in before the movie started, and so they did. Most of the girls changed right there, not worrying about modesty, but two of them, Lindsey and Alyssa, took turns using the bathroom to change.

Finally we were ready. Our mother turned the lights down low, she and Kate and I sat on the sofa together behind the girls, and the movie began. There was a lot of giggling at first, nervous laughter, but soon they were getting into the story. When the sex scene came on, with bare breasts and two teenage girls kissing each other, the room was silent except for soft breathing. I don’t think anyone could hear the sound of my fingers rubbing my clit, but I was definitely doing that, and I’m pretty sure my mom and Kate were quietly masturbating too. We didn’t come, of course, but it was super exciting to know that I was playing with myself right there with all those little girls so close to me. I wondered if any of them were old enough to have started masturbating yet, and if they might be doing it even now.

By the time the movie ended, it was almost 11:00. Mommy turned off the TV but kept the lights down low. We said goodnight to the girls, they said goodnight to us, and the three of us went upstairs to our separate rooms.

The very first thing I wanted to do, obviously, was rub my pussy and give myself that long-delayed orgasm I was craving so badly. I started doing that, but then there was something else I wanted to do too, something even more insistent. I wanted to spy on the little girls. I had to.

So, I got up from my bed and crept back out into the hall, wearing only a thin robe. Getting on my hands and knees, I moved up close to the railing so I could peer down into the family room. It was dark upstairs and I was sure they couldn’t see me. As long as I stayed quiet, I could watch them unobserved.

It took a minute until my hearing adjusted so I could start to catch what they were saying. It was mostly whispers, but the more I listened, the better I could hear. And as the girls became more excited about what they were saying, their voices grew louder.

Snatches of words came first:

“…they were kissing… …lesbo… ….what’s that mean… …yeah, it was hot… …like a porno… …parents would freak…”  (lots of crazy giggling here)   “…she’s really pretty… …would you do that?… …boys… …truth or dare…”

My sister Molly was in the middle of the seven girls arrayed on the blankets. She was flanked by Riley on one side and Ashley on the other. Next to Ashley was Abbie, and beyond her came Emily. On the other side of Riley, it was Lindsey first with Alyssa on the outside.

Soon I was able to hear parts of sentences:

“It seems bad, but maybe not…” “My older sister kissed a girl one time…” “Maybe we should practice…” “Who wants to go first…?”

The first pair to ‘practice’ kissing were Ashley and Abbie. There was a lot of giggling from all the girls, and it was only a quick kiss. But after two more short kisses, they tried a longer one, earning oohs and aahs of appreciation from the others.

By then I was touching myself. I was lying on the hall carpet, my face against the railing, looking down into the dimly lit room, watching their little faces, hearing soft laughter, seeing gentle movements beneath the covers, my hand reaching under me to rub my hard clit.

Abbie and Ashley kissed for a while, then decided to switch partners. Abbie turned to Emily, who was on her other side, and they giggled with each other for half a minute but then began kissing. I was envious of Abbie getting to kiss beautiful little Emily. And when Ashley turned to her other side, she was facing Molly. They started kissing with almost no prelude, so eagerly and passionately that I had to wonder if they had done it before. It looked like they must have. I rubbed my clit faster.

Three of the girls hadn’t done any kissing yet. They were just watching the others. But after a few minutes, Riley turned and said something I couldn’t hear to both Alyssa and Lindsey. They smiled at her and then they each gave her a kiss on the lips, just a quick little kiss. They talked a bit more, giggled a lot, and then Lindsey and Alyssa kissed each other as Riley watched.

I was hoping, of course, that the kissing would lead to even more, preferably to some actual hard-core little girl lesbian sex that I could watch and possibly even join. But it didn’t. They played around with kissing, trading partners a few more times, with nearly all the kissing being just lips on lips, no tongues. The only ones who kissed more wetly were Ashley and my sister, and also Ashley and Jordan. That made me envious too, seeing Ashley kiss Riley, but it also made me hot. I was getting close to an orgasm as I watched them and masturbated, and I had to remind myself to be very quiet if and when I climaxed.

The kissing, however, soon dissolved into mostly just talking. All except for Riley and Molly, that is, who were really going at it now, with Riley on top of my sister and their arms around each other. They were kissing and moaning loud enough that I could hear them plainly. I was almost ready to come, and then for some reason I decided that Kate should see this too. I wanted her to see our baby sister kissing sexy little Riley that way. I wanted to share it with her.

I slid back quietly, deeper into the shadows, and then got to my feet, moving down the hall to Kate’s room.

But she wasn’t there. Her bed was empty.

Stepping back into the hall, I checked the bathroom. The door was open and it was dark inside, so she wasn’t there either. Where else could she be? There was only one answer. She had to be in our mother’s room.

Continue on to Chapter 59

By Naughty Mommy

“So, now, Kate, there’s something I need to tell you,” our mother said. “Something you don’t know, and that might shock you.”

My sister frowned. “What is it?”

We were all three sitting in Mommy’s king-size bed, naked, with Mommy in the middle. There was only one light on in the room, a lamp on a bedside table, on its lowest setting, bathing us in a soft, comforting glow.

“Well,” she began, “it’s something I told Julie about earlier this week. And, uh, it’s a little embarrassing for me to talk about this, but I want to be honest with you. There are, well, things are going to change a bit with us. I mean, pretty soon we’re going to start doing a lot more things together, sexual things, and I want us to really be honest with each other, to always tell each other everything if we can.”

Kate was smiling. “A lot more sexual things? Like what?”

Our mother grinned and chucked her chin. “Everything, sweetie. Anything you want. I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and I think we’re all ready for it.”

“Wow…”

“Do you think so too?”

“Think what?”

“That we’re ready for more?”

“Yeah, definitely!” Kate giggled.

“Good.” Mommy leaned over and gave my 10-year-old sister a kiss on the lips.

Then, with a more serious look, she continued, “But what I want to tell you about tonight is something I’ve already been doing with Molly. As I said, it’s kind of embarrassing, but I want you to know about it.”

“With Molly? What is it?”

Taking a deep breath, she said, “Sometimes at night, when I feel the need to have some extra closeness, I’ll go into her room, or maybe bring her in here with me, and then I let her suck on my nipples. Like she’s a baby.”

Kate’s eyes were wide. It was obvious she’d had no clue as to what was going on.

“And while she’s doing that, sometimes I masturbate. No, not sometimes, I always masturbate while she sucks my nipples. I masturbate and I have a climax, an orgasm.”

I noticed that my mother’s hand was moving under the covers, between her legs. It looked like she was touching herself.

“There’s more too,” she said in a soft voice. “Sometimes I touch Molly. When she’s sucking my nipples, I put my hand on, uh, on her little pussy, over the outside of her panties, and I rub her. She seems to like it, and I like it too, a lot.”

“Mommy, that’s… wow…” sighed Kate.

“How do you feel about that, honey? Does it bother you?”

My sister shook her head, grinning, “No, it’s, I really like it. It sounds fun.”

“Good, I’m glad.” Our mother seemed relieved. “And there’s even more, sweetie.”

“There is?”

“You see, last night I let Julie suck my nipples too. It was the first time she and I have done that. Well, the first time, anyway, since she was just a little girl. You remember, don’t you, when you were little, when you were only 4 or 5 years old, and sometimes I would come into your room at night and hold you on my lap and put my nipple in your mouth? Do you remember that?”

Kate nodded. “Uh-huh, I do. And now we can do that again?”

“Yes, baby,” Mommy smiled, “we can do that again, if you want to.”

“Oh, man!” She looked at our mother’s bare breasts, actually licking her lips.

“Do you want to?”

“Yeah!”

So, my sister sucked on my mom’s nipples while I watched them, and they both masturbated, and I masturbated as well. Unlike me, Kate kept going back and forth from nipple to nipple, hungrily sucking at them, actually making little ‘nom-nom’ sounds. It was really cute and totally sexy.

I scooted up close, putting one arm around my mom’s neck while I continued rubbing myself, kissing her cheek and her mouth as I watched my sister suck her nipples. Mommy climaxed pretty quickly that way, but Kate didn’t stop. She continued sucking, sometimes even biting the wet brown nipples, and soon our mother was having a second climax. Kate came herself just after that, and then I did too.

As we recovered from our orgasms, Kate crawled on top of Mommy. They kissed as I watched, then my sister kissed me, and then we all three kissed each other. I felt their lips on mine, their tongues in my mouth, my sister’s tongue and lips, my mother’s tongue and lips — and I looked down to see my hand on one of my mother’s breasts and my sister’s hand on the other breast. Kate and I were fondling our mother’s erect nipples at the same time. So very hot.

After a minute or two, Kate asked, “Mommy, can I do that with Molly now? What she does with you?”

“You mean, have her……”

“You know, suck on my nipples. That would be awesome!”

My mother opened her mouth, but no words came out. Then she turned to me, almost as if asking for permission.

I shrugged and said, “I guess if it’s okay for you to do it with Molly and if it’s okay for me and Kate to do it with you, well, then…”

“Ergo…” Mommy grinned. “Julie, you’re going to make a great attorney someday. Or maybe even a law professor.”

I wasn’t so sure about that. I didn’t think I had any interest in being a lawyer. But I was flattered that my mom thought I might.

“All right, Kate. Your petition is granted. You should thank your counsel.”

My sister frowned. I’d read some legal novels and knew the jargon, but she didn’t. “So, does this mean we can do it?” she asked.

“Yes, that’s what it means,” my mother chuckled. She got up out of bed and went to Molly’s room, bringing the girl to join us.

Little Molly had been sleeping for a couple of hours. When they came through the door, she was cradled in our mother’s arms, blinking and rubbing her eyes. Wearing pink pajamas with feet, her curly blonde hair encircling her head, she looked very young, almost like a toddler, an innocent child, so sweet and pure and so desirable.

Mommy set her down on the bed between me and Kate. Then she got in, climbing over me so she could cuddle with Molly for a few minutes, letting her wake up. She held the child close, murmuring to her, kissing her forehead and her cheeks and her lips, gently caressing her. It wasn’t really sexual, not quite, but it was definitely turning me on.

“Tonight, little baby,” our mother whispered, as she continued kissing Molly, “I’m going to have Julie and Kate watch you and me, okay? The way sometimes, you know, we’ve let other girls or women watch us too. Is that all right?”

Our little sister nodded. She seemed happy and content to be nestled in her mommy’s arms.

“I want to take off your jammies first. Okay?”

Molly nodded again. She sat up, letting our mom unzip her pajamas and take them off. Now she was wearing only a pair of yellow cotton undies with cartoon bluebirds on them.

They cuddled again for a minute or so, Mommy petting her blonde hair, Molly’s head resting on her chest. Finally my mother took a breast in her hand and held the long nipple just in front of our sister’s mouth.

Before she began to suck, Molly glanced at me and Kate. “I like doing this,” she grinned, and then latched her mouth over the big nipple, sucking just like a baby.

Mommy groaned in pleasure. “Mmm, god yes, that’s my sweet little girl, good little Molly girl, suck Mommy’s nipples.” As she said this, she stroked her, rubbing her back, sliding her hand down to caress her bottom on the outside of the yellow undies.

Molly was sitting on our mother’s lap, holding the breast in both her hands, her eyes contentedly closed, her mouth eagerly sucking. I started masturbating again as I watched them.

Continuing to rub Molly’s bottom and stroke her thigh with one hand, Mommy caressed her cheek and her neck with the other, soon letting her hand slide down to her bare shoulder and then up under the girl’s arm to touch her chest. I watched my mother fondle my baby sister’s nipples, playing with them. She hadn’t told me about doing that, but it seemed perfectly natural, and also extremely arousing. I rubbed my clit faster.

Kate was masturbating too as she took in the scene. Her face was flushed, her lips parted, her breath coming fast. It looked like she was already getting close.

Mommy kissed the top of Molly’s head, whispering to her, encouraging her, “Such a good little girl, my sweet baby girl, ooh you suck my nipples so nice, you make me feel so good.” Then her hand began to move slowly down from the girl’s chest to her belly, and then even lower, onto the top of her panties. Molly opened her legs, spreading them apart, giving our mother access to her crotch.

I stared in wonder as our mother gently caressed my 8-year-old sister’s pussy through her undies, and then I heard Kate starting to come. I looked over at her.

“God! Unh! UNH!!” She was fucking herself with a finger, shoving it in deep, her own legs spread wide. Mommy watched her too. We could see her young vulva, almost hairless, her middle finger plunging in and out, shiny with her juices. She kept fucking her pussy, harder and faster, bringing herself again and again.

Molly paid no attention. Apparently she was used to all this. Her eyes were still closed, her small hands clutching our mother’s tit, her mouth working on the nipple. She seemed perfectly at ease, as if she never wanted to be anywhere else in the world or do anything else.

“Mommy, I want to suck your nipple too,” I said. I hadn’t planned to say that, but I did. It just came out.

“All right, darling,” my mom smiled. I lowered my mouth to her other breast, taking the long brown nipple into my mouth, looking over at my sister Molly, who opened her eyes now, just for a second, smiling at me and giggling a little before she sighed and closed her eyes again and continued sucking.

I closed my own eyes, savoring the feel of my mommy’s nipple in my mouth. I had one hand still working between my legs, rubbing my clit. I was close, but I wasn’t quite ready to come yet. I put the other hand on Molly’s chest, fondling her small nipples the way my mother had, feeling them stiffen slightly under my touch. It was amazing, just as I’d dreamed. I was touching my baby sister, touching her little nipples.

But I wanted more.

As I continued sucking my mom’s nipple, I moved my hand from Molly’s chest to between her legs, and I felt my mother’s hand already there, her fingers pressing in, stroking the girl’s puffy labia through her panties. I followed her movements, thrilling at the realization of what we were doing, the forbidden but incredibly hot excitement of incestuous lesbian sex.

Then I slid my hand even further down, reaching between my mother’s parted thighs, finding her wet pussy. I stroked her, feeling her respond as she opened her legs wider, trying to raise herself to my touch. I was still rubbing myself too, and still sucking her tit, my eyes closed, my senses filled with smells and sounds, the delicious taste of her nipple, the feel of her hot pussy lips under my fingers, the feel of my own hard clit, the swirling pulsing delirious pressure inside me that told me an orgasm was near.

My fingers were moving faster over my mother’s labia, sliding up and down, getting coated with her slippery wetness now, and it was easy to push them between her pussy lips, into her hot center. Moaning, I sucked her nipple harder as my fingers explored her sex, rubbing her clit, then slipping down to her vagina, probing inside. I heard her groaning, panting, as I masturbated her, and I could tell that she was getting close too.

Kate was still masturbating, and moaning, but the sound of her voice was coming from somewhere else. Briefly I opened my eyes, just enough to see that she was lying on her side, her head resting on our mother’s thigh, close to her crotch. She was staring at my hand, watching as I fingered Mommy’s cunt. That made me even more aroused, knowing she could see everything I was doing. I pushed a finger deep inside Mommy’s moist vagina, then two fingers. I began fucking her rapidly, forcefully.

Almost immediately my mother started to come.

“Fuck YES!” she cried. “Fuck me harder!”

I did.

“Oh FUCK! Fucking GOD!!” she screamed.

I could actually feel the walls of her cunt clamping down around my fingers. I jammed them in as deep as I could, and deeper still.

Kate was coming too, and I was rubbing my own clit and sucking Mommy’s nipple and fucking her wet fucking cunt fucking Mommy’s cunt fucking her pussy fucking her fucking her — and I exploded into orgasm.

Several minutes later, after we had recovered, we cuddled warmly in Mommy’s bed, all four of us nestled together. Molly was on top of our mother, her little blonde head resting between her breasts, no longer sucking, just smiling peacefully. Kate was snuggled up on one side of Mommy and I was on the other, hugging, softly touching, breathing easily.

“That was so nice,” our mother sighed. She kissed the top of Molly’s head. “Thank you, baby girl.”

“You’re welcome.”

More minutes passed… quiet warmth… tender caresses… family closeness…

I was starting to feel sleepy. But Mommy wasn’t finished yet.

“Molly girl,” she whispered, “I want to try something else tonight, something new, okay?”

“Okay,” Molly nodded.

“You know how sometimes, with some of the other girls — like Danni and Katrina, you remember? — how I asked you to be with them the same way you are with me?”

Molly nodded again. Mommy took her little face in her hands, softly kissing her nose, then her lips. I loved watching her kiss Molly that way. It was so erotic.

“So, tonight, baby,” she continued, “if it’s okay with you, I want to see you do it with Katie too, and then with Julie. Would you like to do that?”

She nodded eagerly, showing no hesitation at all. My nipples began to throb as I imagined having Molly’s mouth on them. I was quickly getting aroused again.

“We’ll start with Katie,” Mommy told her, “because she was asking if she could do it with you. She’s very excited about it. Okay?”

Our mother propped up some pillows for Kate to lean against and soon Molly was sitting on her lap. Immediately I began rubbing my pussy as I watched Molly study Kate’s nipples, looking at them, touching them with her fingers, seeing them grow hard. Our baby sister smiled, “They look nice.”

Kate’s breasts weren’t very big yet, of course. Her nipples were brown like our mom’s, but smaller, with tight dark little areola. I could see that she was trembling as she held Molly in her arms, petting her hair and watching her play with her nipples.

“Go ahead, baby girl,” Mommy encouraged in a gentle voice, “suck Katie’s nipples now.”

Molly giggled and squirmed a bit in Kate’s lap, clearly delighted to have this tasty new treat in front of her, and then she closed her eyes and put her mouth over a nipple, sighing as she began to suck. One hand held the little titty she was sucking, the other fondled Kate’s other nipple.

“Oh my god,” Katie moaned. She put a hand on Molly’s leg, tenderly stroking her smooth young thigh. Molly raised her knee, opening herself up for Kate’s touch. Kate obliged, putting her hand on Molly’s crotch, caressing her immature pussy through the cartoon bluebird undies.

I rubbed my clit fast. This was more exciting than almost anything I’d even seen. My two little sisters having sex with each other!

My mother was masturbating too. We looked at each other, grinning lustfully. It was all starting to happen. Soon, as my mom had told us, we would be doing everything together.

Kate didn’t climax with Molly sucking her nipples. I’m not sure if she was shy about doing that, or if she felt no need for it, or what. She just laid her head back on the pillow and closed her eyes, sometimes squeezing her thighs together and then shuddering slightly. She put her hand over Molly’s hand on her breast, pressing it to her, and stroked Molly’s hair. They looked very happy together.

Kate didn’t come, but Mommy did.

Her orgasm this time was not as loud as before, but I’m sure it was no less pleasurable. Fucking her pussy with one hand, squeezing a tit and pinching her nipple with the other, getting red in the face, she groaned and panted, “Yes, yes, yes!” Her sexual smell was strong, that oily musky scent of her hot wet cunt that I loved so much, that I craved.

I wanted to taste her.

I got down between her legs, watching her climax, inhaling her heady aroma. As soon as it appeared that she was finished coming, after the final spasms had shaken her body, I took her wrist, drew her fingers slowly out of her vagina, and raised them dripping to my mouth. I sucked on them, savoring her delicious flavor.

“Oh, Julie,” I heard her breathe. I got up on my knees and brought my lips to hers, kissing her, putting my arms around her, pulling us together, feeling her breasts on mine.

We kissed and kissed, using our tongues, sighing and moaning, running our hands over each other’s naked bodies. When we finally pulled away, giggling, wiping our mouths, we looked over to find that Molly and Kate were watching us.

Kate had seen me kiss my mom that way before, of course, and she had done it as well, but this was a first for little Molly. She may have seen our mother kissing other women, probably she had, but never me, her own big sister, doing that. We were all being introduced to new things.
To complete the magical evening, I had Molly sitting on my lap, my precious blonde baby sister, so smooth and soft and touchable. She was almost naked, wearing nothing but those cute little girl undies, and now she was sucking my nipples.

Oh my god, it was about the best thing I had ever felt. I couldn’t have imagined it would be as good as it was. No wonder my mother couldn’t give it up! I petted my sister’s hair and cooed to her and played with her little nipples as she sucked my tit. Before I even moved a hand down there, she was opening her legs, inviting me to touch her, almost begging me. I couldn’t resist, of course. I put my hand over her yellow cotton panties and rubbed her little pussy and felt my own pussy getting very wet.

Kate was on one side of me, sitting very close, watching us and masturbating. Mommy was on the other side, also watching. She was stroking Molly’s back, whispering to her, sometimes kissing me. A few times she leaned down to lick my other nipple, taking it briefly into her mouth and sucking it as well. I thought for sure I must have died and gone to heaven — lesbian incest heaven, that is.

And then something even better happened. I felt a hand between my legs, touching me, fingering me. It was my mom. She was masturbating me as Molly sucked my nipples. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, just feeling everything… my sister’s sweet little mouth on my tit, my mother’s fingers caressing and teasing my pussy, my own hand rubbing Molly’s puffy lips through her undies.

And I wanted more.

Keeping my eyes shut, I slipped my hand inside Molly’s underwear, inside her panties, onto her bare pussy. I was feeling her, touching her, just as I’d dreamed about so many times. She was soft and smooth and very warm down there. I rubbed her gently. She didn’t resist, didn’t complain, didn’t seem to mind at all.

Part of me knew I was taking a big risk. I feared my mom might get angry if she saw what I was doing, and maybe that was why I kept my eyes closed, because if I couldn’t see it, it was as if no one else could.

I don’t know if Mommy saw me touching Molly that way or not. She didn’t say anything and I didn’t open my eyes. I never asked her about it. Soon enough, of course, we would all be doing a lot more, but this was a first. It was the first time I had touched my little sister that way, maybe the first time anyone had ever touched her that way. My fingers were right on her tender little pussy, sliding up and down, moving faster.

And my mom’s fingers were touching me the same way, moving faster, sliding up and down, getting me very hot and wet, playing with my clit, sometimes tickling at the opening to my vagina.

I heard Katie squealing. She was climaxing as she watched what I was doing.

I was getting close too. My mother continued masturbating me, and now she put her mouth over my breast again, sucking on my nipple. She had to be able to see where my hand was, I thought, but she didn’t say a thing. She just sucked my tit, sucking it hard, sucking my erect nipple so hard it almost hurt and yet was intensely arousing at the same time. She sucked and Molly sucked and Mommy rubbed me and I rubbed Molly — and then I was coming.

“Ohh!!!” I groaned, my legs clamping together around my mom’s hand.

I shuddered, gasping, holding Molly’s head against my breast with one hand while the other pressed in on her little pussy, pressing in enough that my middle finger actually slipped between her lips, inside her slit, and when I realized this, I came even harder.

“God!!” I cried, feeling my mom’s fingers still stroking my clit, her mouth and tongue on my nipple, Molly’s mouth on my other nipple, my finger inside my baby sister’s slit, touching the hot little pussy of an 8-year-old girl. I climaxed again and again.

We were a very, very happy family that night.

I finally finished my extended series of orgasms. I don’t know how many I had in a row as Mommy masturbated me and I fingered Molly, but it was a lot. Eventually it ended. I took my hand from Molly’s panties and slowly opened my eyes. My mother was smiling at me. She kissed me. Molly released my nipple from her mouth and grinned up at me. I leaned down and kissed her too, kissed her lips. Kate cuddled in close to me. I had them all around me, my wonderful lesbian family, my two sisters and my mom, as close as we could be.

We stayed that way for a while, just resting and breathing comfortably, until Mommy told us it was time for everyone to go to bed. She lifted Molly into her arms and carried her to her room. Kate and I got out of our mother’s bed, gathered up our clothes, and walked hand in hand down the hall, sharing a sweet goodnight kiss before going to our separate rooms.

I fell asleep right away.

Later, something woke me. I’d heard a sound, out in the hall. It was my little sister’s voice. Molly’s voice. I looked at the clock. I’d already been asleep for more than an hour, but apparently my mom had needed something more before she went to sleep. She was taking Molly from her room for a little extra fun, or perhaps returning her after the fun was over.

Either way, it didn’t matter. I knew what it was. My curiosity was satisfied, and I was very pleased with what I’d learned. I turned onto my other side and smiled to myself as I began to fall back to sleep: I wasn’t the only one who was insatiable.

Continue on to Chapter 58

By Naughty Mommy

How fast things were changing!

In only the last few days, so much had happened. My mother had confessed to me what was going on with Molly, and she’d told me and my sister Kate that we could touch each other as much as we wanted, and Mommy had actually put her finger inside my pussy, and she’d put my finger inside her pussy too, and then she’d told me she was making special plans for us, for me and her, to do everything we wanted to do with each other!

You can just imagine how excited I was, so full of anticipation and wonder. It was hard to concentrate on things at school, but I did my best. My mom always emphasized that schoolwork came first and I never wanted to let her down. So I kept paying attention, forcing myself to listen and do the work, even though my mind kept wanting to think about all those other things — about my mother taking my hand and rubbing it on her crotch, or how it felt to push my finger into Kate’s vagina, how incredibly hot she was inside, or when my mother kissed my pussy in Carla’s bed and how her face looked when she finished, all wet and shiny with my juices — these images and so many more kept whirling around in my head. I was constantly having to push them away so I could try to focus on what my teachers were saying.

There was one other thing too, nagging at the back of my mind. It concerned Molly, and what my mother had told me she did with her. I kept thinking about it and finally I decided I had to say something to my mom.

On Thursday night that week, I went to her room and knocked on her door. It was about 10:00 o’clock. Molly was asleep and Kate was in her own room getting ready for bed.

Mommy was getting ready for bed too. She was in her undies, pale blue panties with a matching bra. She was standing in her closet, hanging up the dress she’d worn that day, a lovely aqua blue wrap-around with swirls of green, like the ocean.

“Hi, sweetie, what’s up?” she asked.

As I watched, she stepped out of her panties and unhooked her bra, dropping them into a hamper. Then she walked naked to her dresser where she took a long white nightie out of a drawer and pulled it over her head. The gown was lacy, mostly sheer, and very feminine. I loved it.

I sat down on her bed. “There’s something I want to talk with you about.”

“Okay.”

She leaned close to the mirror on her vanity for a minute, examining her face. I could see that she had already washed, taking off all her makeup. “I’m getting so old,” she sighed.

“Oh, Mommy, that’s not true. You look beautiful. You’re way hotter than any of the other moms at school.”

That made her chuckle. “Thank you, sweetie. Now what was it you wanted to talk about?” She came over and sat next to me on the bed.

“Well, um, can we get inside?”

“Sure we can.”

We got into her bed together, propping up some pillows, sitting side by side. I was wearing a pair of plain white cotton panties with a thin white tank top and no bra. I wanted to seem young and appealing to her.

“So, I’ve been thinking a lot,” I began, “about all the stuff that’s happened lately. It’s all been totally great. Like that night with Carla and, um, and what we did with those new girls, the sisters, and everyone else on Saturday. That was awesome. And Mommy, I am just so excited about whatever it is, I mean, those special plans you said you’re making for us.”

I looked up at her. She took my hand in hers and smiled warmly.

“But then I’ve also been thinking a lot about the things you said you do with Molly. And I was wondering, if you do all that with her, then why wouldn’t you do it with me too? You know?”

She raised her eyebrows. “Do what with you?”

“You know, let me suck on your nipples while you masturbate and stuff. I mean, if you do it with her and it’s okay, why can’t you do the same things with me? And with Kate?”

“Well…” she frowned, thinking hard. “Hm, that’s a good question. I’ve never looked at it quite that way before.”

“Doesn’t that seem logical? If it’s okay to do that with one kid, and I think it is okay, then there’s no reason why it wouldn’t be okay with another kid, right?”

She grinned at me. “What are you, the daughter of a lawyer or something? You make a compelling argument, counselor.”

I giggled, squeezing her hand.

My mother took a deep breath, slowly letting it out. “There’s no reason it wouldn’t be okay…”

“So you’ll do it?” I asked eagerly.

“Maybe…”

“What do you mean, maybe? Why not for sure?”

“Well, it’s just…”

“I think you should. I really really really think you should. With both me and Kate.”

“Oh, you do?” she grinned at me again. “You have been thinking about this a lot, haven’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“All right,” she nodded. “As I said, you make a compelling argument. I can’t see any reason why we shouldn’t.”

“Oh goodie!” I started grabbing at her breast through her nightgown.

“But wait now,” she laughed, “I didn’t say tonight!”

“Why not tonight?” I was squeezing her breast, pinching the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, feeling it stiffen.

“Well, because —”

“It’s not that late. It won’t take that long. I promise I’ll go to bed as soon as we’re done, and I’ll go right to sleep. I promise.”

“Well…”

“Please, Mommy? Please? You can’t imagine how much I’ve been thinking about this. How much I really wanna do it.”

I leaned down and kissed her erect nipple through the sheer gown. My mother sighed and put her hand behind my head, pulling me closer to her. I parted my lips, letting the hard nipple slip between them. I took it gently between my teeth, biting down just a bit like I’d seen girls do in the porno movies.

She shuddered. “Oh, that feels so good. How can I possibly say no?”

Sitting up in the bed, she tugged the bottom of the white nightgown out from under herself, and then lifted it over her head and off. Now she was nude. My mom took her breasts in her hands, holding them and kneading them. She looked into my eyes.

“You like your mommy’s tits, little girl? You want to suck on her titties?”

I nodded, licking my lips.

“That’s what I want, too. Mommy wants her little girl to suck her nipples.” Holding her breast in one hand, squeezing it and pointing the nipple, she put her other hand behind my head and drew my face slowly toward her.

I opened my mouth. I watched the big nipple coming closer. I waited, and then… it was there, it was in my mouth. I closed my eyes and closed my lips and began sucking.

This was something I had wanted for so long, something I’d dreamt about at night and fantasized about in bed as I masturbated — to have my mother’s long brown nipples in my mouth, to lick them and suck them and bite them and squeeze them with my fingers and then suck them again, suck them more and more, harder and harder, until she came.

That’s what was happening, it was really finally happening. I had my mommy’s nipple in my mouth and I was sucking on it, feeling the thickness of it on my tongue and between my lips. I sighed and snuggled closer to her, feeling so intimate with my mother, so happy and content and excited all at the same time as I sucked and sucked on her big nipple.

And there was more. She was touching herself, just as I’d hoped she would. My eyes were closed, but I could hear the familiar sounds and I could definitely smell her arousal, the wonderful intoxicating fragrance of her pussy juice. I held her breast in my hands and sucked hard at the nipple, hearing her moan. I loved the way it felt, the way it tasted in my mouth, and I loved the way she stroked my hair and pulled me even closer to her as I sucked and she masturbated.

“Yes, baby, yes, baby,” she whispered, “that’s Mommy’s good little girl.”

I reached over to feel her other nipple while I kept sucking the first one. It was fully erect, long and stiff and warm. I pinched it, feeling her shudder in response. I pinched it even harder. She groaned and kissed the top of my head. “Mmm, yes, baby, that’s right, make Mommy feel good.”

I continued sucking her nipple, loving how it felt. But I also began thinking maybe I should switch to the other one — except then I would have to let this one out of my mouth, and I never wanted to do that! I moaned and sucked it even more greedily.

From the way she was breathing and the sounds she was making, I could tell my mom was quickly getting close. She was almost ready to have an orgasm.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh, that’s a good girl. Suck Mommy’s nipple, little baby, suck it hard, make Mommy feel nice.”

The wet squishy slapping sounds were louder now. She was fucking herself, fast and hard. Her potent aroma filled the room. “Such a good little girl. Goddamn, yes, Mommy loves it so fucking much!”

I took her breast in both my hands again and held it, held onto it like I would never let it go. I sucked and sucked and sucked her nipple, hearing her groan with pleasure, tasting her skin, smelling her sex — and then she came.

“OH, GOD!!”

She cried out, one hand fucking her cunt, harder and deeper, while the other clutched my head, pulling me to her breast, mashing my face against her. She cried and groaned, her body heaving as wave after wave of climactic passion coursed through her.

“GOD! FUCK!! GOD!!!”

After a long time, she began to settle down, panting and moaning, trying to catch her breath, shuddering occasionally as residual spasms emanated from her pussy. “Oh my god…”

I released her nipple from my mouth, lifting my eyes to look up at her. Her face was covered with sweat, strands of blonde hair clinging to her. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, moist and pink. I looked down at her pussy. She still had two fingers pressed deep inside herself. As I watched, she slowly began to draw them out. They were shiny with her juices.

“Oh my god,” she repeated. Her wet fingers gently patted her vulva, as if comforting it.

My mother opened her eyes to look at me, shaking her head. “That was unbelievable. Why did I ever wait so long to do this?”

“I’m glad you finally did.”

“So am I, lover,” she smiled.

She took me in her arms, bringing me to her. We kissed, our mouths open, our tongues making love. She held me, stroking me, kissing me deeply.

When she ended the kiss, she took my face in her hands. Her fingers were wet with her juices. I could smell her. Mommy gazed into my eyes and kissed me once more, whispering, “Thank you, darling.”

Then she looked over at the clock. “I wish — darn, it’s too late now. I wish it wasn’t so late. But maybe, uh, maybe tomorrow we can do it with Katie too. Would you like that? Do you want to watch her sucking my nipples the way you just did?”

I nodded, grinning at her as I took her fingers into my mouth, sucking them and licking them, tasting her.

My mother sighed happily as she watched me enjoying the flavor of her pussy. “Good. We’ll do that with your sister tomorrow night. But now you get to bed, okay?”

“Okay.”

I began to get up, but she stopped me. “Mm, come here, darling, and give Mommy one more big kiss.”

We kissed again, a few more times, and then finally I left her bed and went back to my own room. I didn’t masturbate that night, as I usually would. I just lay in the dark, staring up at the ceiling, remembering how perfect it was to have her nipple in my mouth, to be sucking on it, feeling how excited she became, experiencing her orgasm with her. I was so content, so thrilled, so in love. My world was everything I wanted it to be. And soon there would be even more.

I felt tears come to my eyes, I was so happy. I turned onto my side, closing my eyes, actually putting my thumb in my mouth. I hadn’t done that since I was a very little girl, but at this moment it just felt right. I sucked my thumb, imagining it was my mommy’s big nipple, and soon fell fast asleep.

* * *

The next day was Friday. Mom called me from work at about 4:00, letting me know that she’d arranged to have a babysitter, Bethany, come in to stay with Kate and Molly that night while she and I went out to dinner. She spoke with Molly too, telling her that tomorrow they could go horseback riding together again, as they’d done a few weeks previously. Molly was thrilled.

Our mother had also recently purchased a membership at her gym for Kate and they’d starting going there sometimes on Saturday or Sunday afternoons, working out together. Kate was thrilled by that. Mommy carefully chose special things to do with each of her children, activities that would match our personalities and interests. We were about the luckiest kids ever.

When she got home, she fixed a quick supper for my sisters and then went up to her room to change for our ‘date’.

My mom hadn’t said anything to me about how I should dress for dinner that night, but I wanted to look my best for her, of course. Opting for an attractive but modest look this time, as opposed to overtly sexy, I chose a pleated brown and tan skirt that came to just above my knees, along with a sleeveless white blouse, a little white bra, white panties, and my wonderful Gucci shoes. I topped it off with the black cardigan sweater my mom had bought for me. Looking in my mirror, turning this way and that, I was very pleased with the effect. The only other thing I thought I might want to do is put on some eye makeup. I didn’t really know how to do that, though.

Deciding to ask for help, I walked down the hall to my mother’s bedroom. She was sitting at the vanity, putting on some pearl earrings. She was also wearing a pearl necklace along with a black scoop neck dress, black nylons and high heels. She looked great, as always.

“Wow, Mommy, you are so beautiful,” I gushed. As she turned to me, smiling, I studied her face. I could see that she was wearing eye shadow and eyeliner and some other makeup too. “I, um, can you help me with something?”

“Sure, sweetie, what is it?”

“Well, I was, I was thinking I’d kind of like to try maybe wearing some eye stuff, you know, like you do, a little makeup, I mean. But I don’t know how to put it on.”

Before answering, she sat back and looked at me, beaming as she admired my outfit. “What an adorable young woman you are. Like a picture from a magazine.”

“Aww,” I grinned, “you’re just saying that.”

“No, I’m not just saying that, I really mean it. I don’t think you realize what a very pretty girl you are.”

“Thanks, Mom. I appreciate that. But, um, could you maybe help me with some eye makeup now?”

“Sure, of course I could. Let’s go in the bathroom.”

She helped me choose a color of eye shadow that would go well with my brown eyes, and she put on some eye liner and some mascara too, then added a lip tint and a little blush. When we finished I couldn’t believe how amazing I looked. Like a model!

“Wow, Mom, you are really good at doing that. I mean, I look incredible.”

“Yes, you do. But it’s not the makeup. It’s you, honey, my beautiful young lover who looks so incredible.”

I felt a shiver of excitement run up my spine when she said that. I was her lover.
We went to a restaurant I hadn’t been to before. It was downtown, near her office, a small, intimate, quiet place with only a few tables. They were almost full when we got there, but my mother had reserved a booth for us in the back. We sat across from each other, holding hands.

We enjoyed a nice dinner, chatting pleasantly about school and work and family stuff, a normal mom and daughter on a special evening out together. Well, maybe not quite normal. A couple of times she reached under the table to caress my knee suggestively. I could feel my pussy tingle when she touched me that way.

As we were finishing our dessert, she leaned toward me, speaking in a soft voice. “Julie, honey, there are some things I want to say to you tonight. Things I haven’t said before. I may have hinted at them, and certainly I’ve been feeling them inside for a long time, but I haven’t really come out and expressed them yet, and I think it’s time I did.”

My mother beamed at me and then looked down, clearing her throat. She seemed sort of shy and embarrassed, almost like a schoolgirl, a girl much closer to my age than her own. I felt a swelling of affection for her. I took her hand and held it tightly.

“I’m so very glad I have you, sweetheart,” she went on as she looked back up at me. “It means everything to me to have someone I can share all these special feelings with, someone I trust and admire, someone I can talk to who understands me and who can help me better understand myself. You’re such a good person, so caring and so honest and so warm. I know you’re still only 12 years old, but in some ways you’re very grown up, very mature.”

“I am?”

She nodded, smiling. “Yes, you are. You’re able to feel things deeply but you think about them too, carefully and thoroughly. You use both your heart and your head. That’s a rare combination, and I feel so lucky to know you. And not just to know you, but to have… a relationship with you.”

Chuckling to herself, she squeezed my hand and looked down again. “I know I’m jabbering a lot, and I really appreciate your just listening to me, letting me babble on.”

“It’s okay.”

She took a deep breath, then raised her eyes. “What I want to say to you tonight, honey, is that I have… well, of course I love you as your mom, but I have other deeper feelings for you too, stronger feelings that go well beyond that. Not only, um, not just sexual attraction, you know, but, well, romantic. I love you, Julie.”

She was blushing in the candlelight. My mom almost never blushed.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” she whispered, her beautiful blue eyes looking intently into mine.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

I couldn’t say anything else just then. I was too choked up with emotion. I simply gazed back at her, feeling all her love for me. I looked at my mother’s beautiful mouth, wanting to kiss her and hold her and be with her forever. I felt her warm hand cradling mine, gently squeezing it.

“Oh, Mommy,” I managed to whisper, feeling tears crowd my eyes. She smiled at me, her eyes glistening too. It was one of the happiest moments of my life.

* * *

After dinner, we drove for a while along the waterfront of the city, past the harbor with the fishing boats, past the marina with the yachts and the sailboats, then on further, out of the city and up into the hills, until we came to an overlook, a spot that looked down onto the bay.

My mother turned off the engine and we sat together in the dark, holding hands, admiring the scene before us. We could see the lights of the city, the stars in the sky, the moon reflecting on the water.

We stayed that way for several minutes, sitting quietly, not speaking. Then she said, “Let’s get out and walk a little, okay?”

“Okay.”

It was early March and the weather was starting to get warmer. The air had a slight chill, but we were both in sweaters and that was all we needed. Holding hands, we walked slowly to the far edge of the overlook, following a path around a corner, taking us behind some bushes. There were a couple of other cars parked near ours, but they were out of our view now.

We stood close together, her arm on my shoulder, my arm around her waist. The night was soft and still with almost no wind at all. I leaned nearer to her, closing my eyes, resting my head on her chest, inhaling the familiar sweet smell of her perfume, my favorite perfume. I put my other arm around her waist, hugging her, pressing my cheek against her breasts. I could feel that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

She held me, caressing me, stroking my back, kissing the top of my head, whispering, “Julie, Julie, my sweet love, my darling girl.”

I raised my face, bringing my lips to hers. We kissed.

We kissed for a long time, standing on a bluff overlooking the bay, moonlight and stars above, the city below, my mother in my arms, her mouth making love to mine.

* * *

When we got home, Mommy first went up to check on Molly, who was in bed asleep, then left to drive Bethany to her house. Kate was in the family room watching a movie, a comedy we’d both seen before. I sat down beside her.

“Did you guys have a good time?” she asked.

“Yeah, it was great. Perfect.” I was floating in the clouds, exalted.

“Did she kiss you?”

I turned to my sister. She was grinning broadly. She looked at my lips, which were no doubt smeared. “Mommy and Julie, sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”

I giggled, playfully punching her shoulder. “Stupid.”

We held each other’s hands, happy together, laughing at Jim Carrey, waiting for our mother to get back.

When she came in a few minutes later, she swooped over to the sofa, leaning over the back and hugging Kate from behind, kissing her cheek again and again. “Oh, Katie girl, I missed you so much tonight! You’re so cute and so sexy!” She grabbed my sister’s little titty through her shirt, squeezing it.

“Mom! God!” Kate squealed, giggling and squirming. They wrestled that way for several seconds. It was really turning me on.

Finally our mother stood back up, brushing her hair from her face. She was glowing with happiness. “Now,” she said, “do you want to keep watching this movie, little one? Or would you like to come up to my bedroom with me and Julie and have a different kind of fun?”

That was an easy decision to make.

Continue on to Chapter 57

By Naughty Mommy

So, I’d made it my mission to find out exactly what was happening between my mom and Molly. But how would I go about doing that? I wasn’t sure. I figured, though, that I should start by simply talking with my mother. I didn’t think I would have the courage to ask her about it directly, but if we just began talking, maybe something would happen.

And I was right, something did happen. But it was not what I expected.

The very next night, Monday night, I went to her room after everyone else was in bed. It was a little past 10:00. She was propped up one some pillows, wearing her reading glasses, going through folders of legal stuff she’d brought home from the office.

When I came in, she smiled and took off her glasses. I got on the bed next to her and gave her a hug. She hugged me back, squeezing me tightly, kissing the top of my head. We stayed like that for a minute, not saying anything, just rocking gently, warmly, happily.

Finally she said, “Is there something you wanted, sweetheart? Something you need to talk about?”

“No, there’s nothing special,” I lied. “I just wanted to come in and be with you for a few minutes before I went to sleep. I love you so much.” That was certainly true, of course. I hugged her more tightly.

She held me close. “I’m glad you did, darling girl. I love you too. So very very much.” She kissed the top of my head again.

After another minute of tender hugging, gentle breathing, quiet intimacy, I raised my face to look at her. My mother gazed into my eyes for a moment. Then she looked down at my mouth. Slowly she brought her lips to mine.

She kissed me so softly, so sweetly, and so romantically, I almost thought I would die from the pure pleasure of it. I sighed and melted against her. The kiss lasted a long time, no tongues, just lips, her warm full lips on mine, caressing them, loving them.

At last she pulled away, exhaling deeply.

“Whew, it’s getting hot in here,” she joked. She fanned her face and tugged at the edge of the little negligee she was wearing. It was peach-colored, pastel, partly sheer, trimmed with white lace. There were ties down the front, but they were open. As she played at being overheated, the side of the negligee fell away, revealing her breast. Was that deliberate?

I looked at her lovely full breast, soft and white and beautifully rounded. I stared at the nipple, so different from mine. My nipples are sort of pink and plump while my mom’s are brown, and when erect they become very long. I love my mother’s nipples. Without even thinking about it, I reached out my hand to touch her.

At first, I touched just the very end of it, running my fingertip gently over it. I felt my mother stir, but she didn’t try to stop me. Then I played with the nipple, taking it between my fingers, pinching it lightly, watching it grow long and stiff under my touch. My mom was breathing hard.

I caressed her nipple, turning it, stroking it, pulling it. I felt my mouth begin to water. I wanted to kiss her nipple, but even more, I wanted to take it into my mouth and suck it like a baby.

My mother seemed to know what I was thinking. She leaned down and kissed my forehead, and then she whispered, “Do you remember when you were a little girl, still very young, and sometimes I would come to your bed at night and ask you to suck on my nipples?”

I did remember that. Or at least I thought I did. It was long ago, and it seemed almost dreamlike to me. Sometimes I wondered if it had really happened. Evidently it had.

“Yeah, I do remember…” I whispered.

She kissed my forehead again. “I loved doing that with you, little baby.”

“I think, um, I think the last time you did that was when I was like 5 or something, around when I started kindergarten.”

“That’s right.”

I was still fondling her nipple, stroking it and squeezing it. I waited to see what would happen next. My mom didn’t say anything else, so finally I asked, “Did, um, did you, like, do the same thing with Kate, when she was little? And with Molly too?”

“Yes, I did,” she nodded.

She paused. I thought she would go on, but just as she began to say something more, she stopped. She took a deep breath, as if trying to decide. And then, in a soft voice, she said, “Don’t tell anyone, but sometimes, honey, I still do that. With Molly. I can’t help it, it just feels so very good.”

I looked up at her. “Really?”

My mother nodded. She seemed embarrassed, but she added, “I, uh, well, just every once in a while, I still like doing it. It’s like I have to. So I go to her room and wake her up and hold her in my arms and put my nipple in her little mouth, and oh my god it’s just so nice…”

The way she looked when she said that last part convinced me there was definitely something sexual about it, for her anyway if not for Molly. I pictured them together, my mom holding my little sister, gazing down at her as Molly sucked on her nipple. It was so hot, so arousing to me. And it appeared to be to her too. Should I try to find out even more? My heart was pounding.

I decided to go ahead. “Mommy, um… can I ask you something else?”

“I suppose,” she whispered, gently squeezing me.

“Well, when you do that with Molly, and I guess when you did it with me and with Kate too, did it get you excited? I mean, like, did it turn you on and stuff?”

My mother looked into my eyes. Again it seemed as if she was uncertain what to say. Finally she nodded and slowly said, “Yes, it did, and it does. I don’t like to admit that, not even to myself, but it’s true.”

I was starting to figure out what was going on, what it was I’d heard outside her door the other night. “So, then, do you play with yourself when, um, when Molly is sucking on your nipples?”

She nodded, taking another deep breath before whispering, “Yes…”

“And, like, do you ever come?”

“No,” she shook her head, casting her eyes down. “Not when I’m with her… I, it’s true that sometimes I rub myself on the outside of my panties while she’s sucking at my breast, just because it feels so good. But I always put her back in bed and then return to my own room before, you know, before I finish.”

“But —” I began.

She interrupted, “Sweetie, it’s getting late now. You have school tomorrow and you need to get to bed.” She took my hand away from her breast.

“But I want to ask you about —”

“Not now, it’s getting late,” she said sternly. “You go on now, back to your own bed. Give your mother a goodnight kiss and go to bed.”

“But —”

“Go on now, I mean it. Go!” She seemed angry. That wasn’t like her at all.

“Okay.”

She kissed me and sent me away.
By the time I got back to my room I was crying. Why was my mother mad at me? What had I done? I was crying but at the same time I was angry too. I hadn’t done anything wrong. All I did was ask a question, and she had lied to me. Why wouldn’t she tell me the truth?!

I fell into my bed, burying my face in the pillow, cursing and sobbing. I felt awful.

After ten minutes or so, I raised my head. I was finished crying. My pillow was a soggy mess, and so was my face. I got up and went into the bathroom. I blew my nose, splashed cold water on my face, took a few deep breaths, and dried off, trying to settle down.

My reflection in the mirror was hideous. Swollen red nose, pasty skin, bloodshot eyes. Not a pretty sight. I grinned at myself anyway, taking a final deep breath and letting it out. I would be okay. All I had to do was wait, cool off a little. I was sure that if I gave it some time and then asked again, I would be able to find out the truth. Mommy would eventually tell me everything, I promised myself. I just had to be patient with her.

I went back to my bed, feeling better. I switched off the lamp and prepared for sleep. Then my door opened.

It was my mom. She closed the door behind her and came to my bed. Without saying a word, she got inside. She took me in her arms and hugged me. She was naked.

For a long time, she just held me. I felt her body shaking a little and I realized that she was crying. I hugged her.

At last she whispered, “Julie, I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me.”

“Mommy, of course…”

“I was wrong to send you away like that. I’m so sorry.”

“I know, Mommy, but…”

She squeezed me again, her arms pulling me tightly against her. “You are —” her voice caught “— you are the one person, more than anyone in the world, that I never want to, that I never want to hurt. I’m just so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” I petted her back, her soft skin, trying to reassure her. “It’s okay.”

“Oh, Julie, my dear Julie,” she whispered as she hugged me, “I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll never do that to you again.”

“I know.” I held her, gently caressing her. I stroked her hair and kissed her cheek.

We stayed that way for a while. She seemed really upset, so I just hugged her, not knowing anything else to do.

After several more minutes, my mom took a deep breath and let it out. “Whew… all right, it’s very late now, and you really do need to get some sleep. Thank you for forgiving me.”

She kissed my lips in the darkness of my bed. Then she continued, “And, uh, tomorrow, tomorrow night, we’ll talk more about it. About everything. Okay?”

“Okay.”

She kissed me once more and got up, softly petting my cheek before she left the room.

* * *

The next night, Tuesday, Kate and I were in the family room watching an action movie when Mommy came down to get me. It was about 9:30.

“Julie, honey, I need to talk to you about a few things. Do you mind missing the rest of the movie?” She held her hand out to me.

“No, Mommy, I don’t mind.” I took her hand and got up. The movie was one I’d already seen anyway.

We went upstairs to my room. She shut the door and we sat down on my bed, the big double bed I’d got just before Christmas. We propped up some pillows and leaned back, side by side, holding hands. She was barefoot, wearing jeans and a sweater. I was wearing gray sweats and white socks and a t-shirt with no bra.

“Now,” she began, “I’d like to start over again. You can ask me whatever you want to ask about, uh, the things we were talking about last night, and I promise I will answer you honestly, okay? And tonight we have plenty of time, at least, you know, until around 10:30 or so. All right?”

I nodded happily.

She lifted my hand and kissed it. “What did you want to ask?”

“Well, um, I guess…” It was a little hard for me to know where to start. I hadn’t expected her to be quite so open about everything so soon.

“I guess when, like, when you’re doing that with Molly, I mean, you told me you sometimes touch yourself, right?”

“Yes, I do.”

“And, um, well, see, the other night, um, Friday night, I couldn’t sleep and I heard something out in the hall. I heard Molly’s voice and I was curious, so I got up and I went out, and I, I mean, I listened outside your door. And I heard stuff.”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, looking down at her lap. “What did you hear?”

“Like, I think I heard, I’m almost sure I heard you, um, having an orgasm.”

My mother took a very deep breath and slowly let it out. I saw tears in her eyes.

I squeezed her hand. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, Mommy. I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s all right. We really should talk about it. I, I want to tell you.” She took another deep breath. “It’s just… it’s hard.”

“Okay.” I waited for her.

She lifted my hand, the one she was holding. Taking it in both her hands, she turned it over, studying it, softly caressing it with her fingers. She raised my hand to her mouth and gently kissed the palm.

I continued waiting.

Finally she said, “When I told you last night that I, uh, that I don’t ever finish when I’m with Molly, well, that’s not true. I lied to you, and I’m sorry.”

Mommy looked at me, and I gave her a smile.

She went on, “You’re right about what you heard. You did hear me having an orgasm. That’s, well, that’s something that happens a lot, quite often, when she’s sucking my nipples and I’m rubbing myself.”

She seemed to be waiting for a reaction. I just said, “Okay.”

When she didn’t say anything else, I asked, “Um, how come you didn’t want to tell me?”

“Well, it’s embarrassing. I mean, a mother doing that with a child as old as your sister is. And not only having her suck my nipples like a baby, but what I… the other things I do with her…”

After another pause, she said, “There’s more.”

“There is?”

“Yes, I, you see, it’s…”

She turned to me, taking my face in her hands, looking very seriously into my eyes. “Julie, I’m telling you this because I trust you. Because I love you and I, well, because I want to be closer to you than to anyone. Do you remember when you said that to me?”

I nodded and she gently kissed my lips. I knew exactly what she meant. She was saying she was in love with me the way I was in love with her. I felt very happy at that moment.

After kissing me again, she said, in a barely audible whisper, “I touch Molly too.”

“You do?”

My mother nodded, appearing to be deeply embarrassed. I actually wasn’t that surprised by what she told me. I’d imagined things like that plenty of times.

“When she’s sucking on my nipples, I sometimes rub her a little bit, between her legs, just on the outside of her undies.”

“Only on the outside?” I asked.

“Yes,” she grinned, “and this time I really am telling you the truth. It’s only on the outside, although I’ve been tempted to do more, believe me, a whole lot more.”

I smiled and squeezed her hand. “I’d like to do more with her too.”

“Would you?”

“Uh-huh. Sometimes I like to think about that when, you know, when I’m masturbating in bed at night. I, um, I fantasize about doing things with her, with Molly.”

“Mmm…” She smiled and kissed me again. “So I guess it runs in the family.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “You could say that.”

That made her laugh. We scrunched down in my bed together, facing each other, giggling and kissing.

After a few minutes of playful kissing and touching, both of us still clothed, she took a deep breath and said, “All of this is really hard for me to talk about. I’m so glad I have you to share these things with, darling girl. You can’t imagine how much that means to me.”

“I’m glad too, Mommy.”

“It’s funny, though, because you know how I am about rules and everything, so strict, like a fanatic sometimes.”

“I know, you really are,” I giggled, kissing her.

“But, but what makes it so difficult for me is that I’ve insisted on that rule for you, you know, the no touching rule?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And yet, with Molly, I was doing things I wouldn’t let you do. Or let Kate do. I had one set of rules for you and another set for myself. I’ve been a hypocrite.”

“You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. That’s what you always tell me.”

“Yes, I guess that’s true. But I hate this part of myself. This part that tries to pretend she’s so good and noble and yet, behind closed doors, when no one is watching, she goes ahead and does the very things she tells other people not to do. I hate that.”

I waited, just being quiet, letting her think about what she was telling me.

After another minute, she went on, “I keep telling myself that what I’m doing with her, with Molly, that it isn’t really sexual, it’s just being affectionate. But of course I know that’s not true. I mean, I love her and I’m often affectionate with her, just like I am you and Katie, but some of the ways I touch her, well, it’s beyond affection, even though that’s still a part of it, of course, but it’s also sexual, because, uh, when I touch her that way, rubbing her little pussy, I mean, I really do want to arouse her, and… oh, I don’t know, maybe I’m not making any sense. Please stop me.”

I pulled her to me and kissed her. We hugged. She squeezed me tightly.

“I’m so sorry I lied to you, Julie. I’m so sorry,” she whispered. It sounded like she might be on the verge of crying again. When she pulled away slightly and I could look into her eyes, I saw tears.

“Mommy?”

“Yes?”

“You know, everyone does bad things. Everyone. Even you.”

She laughed and grabbed me, hugging me again. “You’re right. You’re so right.”

When we finished the hug, and after we’d kissed each other a few more times, I said, “Except I don’t really know if it’s bad, what you’re doing with Molly, I mean. Remember how you said for me and Kate that, like, since we love each other so much, it’s okay for us to, you know, touch each other and everything? To make each other feel good? So if it’s okay for sisters, wouldn’t it be okay too for a mom and her daughter, or her daughters?”

My mother nodded, “Yes, I suppose it would. That makes sense.”

She looked into my eyes and then down at my mouth. She placed her finger on my lower lip, gently caressing it as she licked her own lips.

“I want you so much,” she whispered.

“Maybe it’s not wrong,” I told her.

“No, maybe it’s not.” She put her mouth over mine, kissing me deeply, probing with her tongue.

For the next several minutes, we hugged and kissed, pressing our bodies together, our hands running up and down. She reached under my shirt, stroking my back, pulling me close. I squeezed her bottom through her tight jeans, and grabbed at her breasts through her sweater and bra. I wanted to get her naked, touch her everywhere. I wanted to fuck her.

She took my wrist, holding my hand that was on her breast and drawing it away. I thought she might tell me then that I was going too far or that it was time for bed or something, but she didn’t. Instead she moved my hand down between her legs. She pressed my fingers into her crotch, through her jeans, using her hand to move my hand up and down over her pussy.

“Goddamn, I want you so much,” Mommy hissed as she rolled on top of me.

Leaving my fingers where they were, letting me continue to caress her, she took my face in her hands and held it, looking at me for a moment before shoving her tongue deeply into my mouth, pressing her lips hard against mine.

I rubbed her pussy through her jeans, feeling the shape of her labia and the heat from her center. I wanted her to touch me too, the same way, and I started to reach up and take her hand to move it between my legs, but then she ended the kiss and sat up on her haunches.

She threw her head back, shaking it, running her fingers through her blonde hair. Her eyes were closed. My hand was still on her crotch. I rubbed her some more and squeezed, trying to press my fingers in as much as I could through the tight jeans.

“Wow,” she exclaimed, seemingly to herself. She shook her head again, then put her hands on her tits, squeezing them. “Wow,” she repeated.

My mother opened her eyes and looked down at me. I continued groping her. She didn’t try to stop me.

“Julie, I think you should know that I’ve, uh, I’ve started to make some plans. For us. For you and me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I just, I want our first time together, when we are really together, doing everything I know you want to do and that I want to do too, I want that first time to be something very special, for both of us.”

I smiled. She smiled back at me. I kept rubbing her pussy through her jeans.

“So I’m making some plans for us. In just, in just a few weeks, okay?”

“Okay,” I nodded.

“Good.” She leaned down and kissed me, then glanced at the clock. “But right now I think it’s time for my beautiful daughter to get ready for bed. All right?”

I nodded again, and also gave her pussy a hard squeeze.

“Mmm, that feels good, you naughty little thing. How dare you touch your mommy that way!” She feigned shock and we both laughed. Then she gave me a last kiss, said goodnight, and left the room.

Continue on to Chapter 56

By Naughty Mommy

The next day was Sunday, March 7. It was our mother’s 32nd birthday. My sisters and I had talked with each other about doing a lot of special things for her that day, like bringing her breakfast in bed and stuff. But due to our very late night on Saturday, she was actually up before any of us (or before me and Kate anyway), and when I finally went downstairs, she was making a special breakfast for us!

It was almost 10:00. My mom and Molly were in the kitchen, both wearing frilly aprons (Molly looked so cute). They were cutting up vegetables and sausages and things.

“Oh, Mommy, you shouldn’t be doing any work today,” I frowned, hands on my hips. “It’s your birthday. I wanted to do everything for you!”

She gave me a nice hug and kiss. “You’re sweet, darling, but this isn’t work. I love doing this. I’m teaching your little sister how to make a frittata.”

“I’m doing the mushrooms,” Molly announced. She was standing on a stool, carefully slicing fresh portobello mushrooms with a sharp knife.

I sat down and sulked for a minute. Then I got up and asked if I could help. There really wasn’t much more to be done. Mommy had already cooked the sausage and prepared all the rest of the fillings. She whipped up the eggs and other ingredients and poured them into a large pan on the stove and we watched as the concoction slowly cooked. Then she popped the pan into the oven for a final bit of baking.

At the moment our mother was pulling the finished masterpiece out of the oven, Kate strolled into the kitchen, as if on cue. “Ta-da!” Mommy declared. It smelled divine.

We enjoyed our delicious breakfast, and then I insisted, of course, that we girls do the cleaning up while our mom relaxed. For the rest of the day, we tried to do as many little things for her as we could, bringing her anything she wanted and so on. In the afternoon, she went to the gym for a workout, and that gave my sisters and me time to plan what we would do for dinner.

The three of us cooked for her that night, not making anything too fancy, just lasagna with a nice salad. But we set the table with the good silver and served the meal under candlelight. I’d planned ahead and placed an order with a nearby bakery for a decorated cake, which we went and picked up while she was at the gym. We got some streamers and balloons and stuff from the store next to the bakery too, and each of us picked out a nice birthday card for her. After dinner we did all the dishes while Mommy had another glass of wine, and pretty soon after that it was time for bed.

Kate and Molly and I all got big hugs and kisses and warm thank-you’s from our mother “for making my special day so special,” she said, even though I wished we could have done more for her.

* * *

Just after 10:00 that night, while I was in bed reading a mystery novel, I heard a knock on my door. It was my mom. She came in, pulling Kate behind her. They were holding hands.

Mommy was in a black negligee, transparent. Kate was wearing boxers and a tank top. I looked at my sister with raised eyebrows, but she just shrugged. She didn’t know what was going on.

They stood by my bed. My mother had a look on her face I had come to know, a look of unrestrained lust and desire. I loved that look.

She gazed down at me, licking her lips. “Julie, honey, would you do something very special for me tonight, for my birthday?”

“Of course, anything. What is it?”

She put her hands on Kate’s shoulders, sliding her fingers down her arms and then back up again. “Look at your sister. Isn’t she beautiful? Isn’t she sexy?”

“Yeah…” I nodded.

My mom took the hem of the tank top in her hands and slowly pulled it up. Kate raised her arms and the top came off. Mommy dropped it on the floor.

“Look at her little body,” she said, as she fondled my sister’s breasts. “She’s so hot, isn’t she? Doesn’t it make you want to touch her?”

“I guess…” I felt like an idiot responding that way, but I didn’t know what else to say.

She took my hand. “Get up out of bed, honey.”

I did. I was wearing a big blue t-shirt with plain cotton panties, pink, and a pair of old white socks. I didn’t think I looked very sexy or hot, but my mom apparently did.

“Katie, look at Julie. Isn’t she pretty?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Look at her beautiful face, at her eyes, her lips. Wouldn’t you like to kiss her?”

“Well… yeah.”

“Katie, take off her shirt,” our mother requested.

“Okay.”

In a moment we were both topless.

“Now, you two, get in Julie’s bed.”

We complied.

Mommy sat down next to us. She said, “Today is my birthday, and you have both been so sweet all day long, doing so many nice things for me. But there is one more thing I would love for you to do.”

She paused and we waited. She raised a hand to her breast, fondling her erect nipple through the sheer fabric. “I want to watch you masturbate together tonight. But not just together. I want to see you masturbate each other. Have you ever done that?”

“No,” I replied.

My sister shook her head.

“That’s what I want to see,” our mother breathed. “That’s what I want to watch tonight.”

“But, um,” Kate began, “is it really okay, Mommy? I mean, for me and Julie to do that stuff, since, you know, since we’re related?”

Mommy smiled at her. “Yes, precious, it’s okay. It’s perfectly okay. You love her, don’t you?”

Kate nodded.

“Of course you do. I know how much you love each other, how deeply you care for each other. So why wouldn’t you want to help each other feel very good? What could possibly be wrong with that?”

My sister looked at me and I looked at her. The question she’d asked me a few weeks ago, when we’d been waiting in our mother’s bed to surprise her, was being answered tonight, in the affirmative. It really was okay. We smiled at each other.

“Take off the rest of your clothes now,” Mommy instructed, and we both did.

We began then by kissing, holding each other close, letting our tongues and lips and mouths get us very aroused. Soon we were lying on our sides in my bed, facing each other, still kissing, running our hands up and down our naked bodies, touching everywhere.

Our pace, however, wasn’t quite fast enough for our mom. She took my hand in hers and placed it firmly between Kate’s legs, and she took Kate’s hand and put it between my legs.

“Please, girls, touch each other for me. I really want to see that,” she urged. By now, she was naked too, her black negligee on the floor, and she was fucking herself with her fingers as she watched us.

Rolling onto by back, I pulled my sister on top of me. I knew I could come more easily that way. I rubbed Kate’s pussy, feeling her hot wetness. I had never touched her there before, at least not like that, and I certainly had never brought her to orgasm. This was another thrilling new experience for me.

I could feel my sister’s fingers reaching between my legs too, thoroughly exploring me, tenderly but insistently. She caressed the length of my pussy lips, up and down, from the top of my mound to my anus, familiarizing herself with my sex. Now that she’d been given permission, Kate was eager to move forward.

We continued kissing, her tongue working wonders in my mouth. That allowed me to disregard everything else, forget all my doubts and fears, put aside my nervousness, and just focus on how great it felt to kiss her. And to feel what her fingers were doing to my clit — oh my god! She was really good at this!

I was surprised to find that I was already starting to get close. I’d been worried at first, not sure I could perform in a way that would satisfy Mommy, uncertain I could give her everything she wanted for her birthday. But it was happening. I could feel that special happy swirling in my middle and I knew an orgasm soon would follow.

But what about Kate? I wanted to make her come too! My eyes had been closed, and now I opened them to look at her. My sister’s eyes were shut. She was concentrating on kissing me and touching me, on making me feel very good. At that moment I loved her more than ever. She was so sweet, so honest, so giving, she would do absolutely anything for me. And I wanted to do everything for her.

I decided to fuck her. I knew her best climaxes seemed to happen when she was fucking herself with her finger. So that’s what I would do.

I had to feel carefully, reach down further. I’d been mainly rubbing the skin around her clit, but now I was sliding my fingers between her lips, searching for the opening to her little vagina. And then I found it. A slight depression. As I pressed in, I felt it give. I pushed my middle finger into the depression and entered her.

She was so hot inside. Unbelievably hot, like a boiling furnace, and tight too. My eyes went wide as I felt the inside of my sister’s vagina for the first time.

Kate ended the kiss and pulled slightly away. She opened her eyes and looked into mine. I pushed my finger further inside her. She groaned and leaned down, resting her forehead on mine. “God yes, Julie, fuck me,” she whispered.

We kissed. I shoved my finger into her as deep as it would go and then tried to press it in even deeper. Kate gasped. I heard my mother starting to come. I felt my sister’s fingers on my clit. I was so close. Sliding my finger out just a little, I pushed it back in, as deep as I could. I did it again and then again. She was slippery and wet and so very hot inside. I could hear my mommy climaxing, I could feel Katie’s fingers on my clit and now she was kissing me once more, her lips on mine, her tongue in my mouth. I fucked her, I was fucking her cunt. She kissed me — she kissed me, and we both came.

My sister was on top of me in my bed. We were both panting, sweating, trying to regain our breath after the wonderful orgasms we’d given each other. Our mother was hugging us now, squeezing us, kissing us, thanking us for doing as she’d asked, for giving her a very special birthday gift.

Kate rolled off of me and Mommy knelt between us, kissing us again and again, profusely thanking us. Finally she got up, taking Kate with her. They both said goodnight, gave me a last kiss, and left the room.

I was alone. I turned onto my side and thought about what had just happened. I’d masturbated with my sister — no, more than that, I had masturbated my sister, I’d touched her and made her come. I’d fucked her with my finger!

I’d really had sex with her, with Kate, or at least the beginnings of sex. And my mom had been right there with us, watching us, encouraging us. Oh my god. Things were definitely changing. What would happen next?

The night before, my mom had fucked me with her finger while she was eating Melissa’s pussy. And now I had fucked Kate the same way. Would we soon be doing even more? And what about my other sister, Molly? Where did she fit in with all this?

Just two nights earlier, on Friday, I’d heard my mom in the hall with Molly, and then I’d listened outside her bedroom door, and it had sounded exactly as if she was having an orgasm with her, with my baby sister. But what were they actually doing in there? Were they masturbating together, as she did with me and Kate sometimes? Or were they doing more? What could it possibly be? I had to find out.

I realized, as I lay in bed that night, that I’d been receiving clues for a long time, little things that should have told me something was going on between my mother and Molly. I’d mostly just ignored them, perhaps not wanting to face the truth. Maybe I wasn’t ready to face it before, but now I was. It was definitely arousing to me, although it was kind of shocking at the same time. Molly was so young! On the other hand, I was still only 12 and Kate was only 10 so we were very young too, and I knew Mommy was strongly attracted to both of us. Maybe it wasn’t that surprising that she would be sexually attracted to an 8-year-old as well.

As I thought about that, I had to admit that I was also very attracted to young girls the same age as Molly, or even younger than her. Not to mention my feelings for Molly herself. I had masturbated in my bed many times while I fantasized about having sex with my baby sister.

So much to think about.

I turned from my side onto my back and let my hands start roaming over my naked body. This week I would make it my mission to find out once and for all what was happening with Molly and my mom. But for now, for tonight, I was just going to enjoy myself once more, enjoy touching my own body as I allowed my erotic imagination to run wild.

I closed my eyes and pictured my youngest sister, her curly blonde hair, her big blue eyes, her perfect white skin… so very tempting.

I decided to pretend that she and I had a special night all to ourselves. We were alone in the house together, just Molly and me, and I could do anything and everything with her that I wanted. It was a night when only she and I would know what happened, just one night when I could live out the naughtiest, hottest things I wanted to do with her.

In my fantasy, I began by running a bath for her with lots of sweet scented bubbles and oils. I took off her little clothes, her little girl clothes, gradually unveiling her naked little girl body. I placed her in the tub and knelt beside her, getting my hands all soapy, working up a nice lather, and then I began bathing her.

I ran my hands all over her body, her smooth, soft, unblemished skin. I washed her little chest, feeling her tiny nipples beneath my fingers. I played with her nipples, rubbing them with my fingertips, and I heard her gasp. She was beginning to tremble. I kept playing with them, teasing her, feeling her little nipples stiffen under my touch even though she is still just a young girl.

Finally I slid my hand further down. I washed her little belly, her hairless mound, I ran my hands around her sides, under her legs, up the insides of her smooth thighs. I washed extra carefully at the joint just between her thighs and her crotch, where her skin is the most sensitive. I heard my sister moaning, breathing hard. She’s not used to this much touching from me, not this kind of touching. But she likes it.

At last I let my fingers drift over to her pussy lips, her smooth, soft, white, perfect puffy labia. I whispered to her that I want to make very very clean tonight, I want to wash her very thoroughly, because I love her so much. My wet soapy hands ran up and down over her labia, again and again, up and down, more and more — and then inside, between her lips, into her sexual center — my fingers gliding up and down inside my sister’s pussy, rubbing her, masturbating her until she was panting, whimpering, almost sobbing with arousal. I looked at her face, her beautiful sweet little face, now coated with beads of sweat. I saw that she was flushed, her cheeks aflame, her eyes hooded, her lips moist and parted. She was ready for me. I brought my face close to hers and I kissed her.

Then I helped her out of the bath, gently drying her with a soft towel, being sure to rub extra briskly on her sensitive nipples and between her legs. I put lotion on her, all over her, rubbing it in, making her smell even sweeter and more desirable, her skin now even softer and more touchable. And then I took her in my arms and carried her to my bed.

As I visualized all this, in my room in the dark on a Sunday night, I turned over onto my tummy. I was in my bed, alone, but in my fantasy I was not alone. I had Molly with me, under me.

I was on top of her, we were both naked, and I was kissing her, putting my tongue in her mouth, and then more… I was reaching between her legs and rubbing her pussy, sliding my fingers between her lips, feeling how hot and juicy and slippery she was inside, and then more… I pushed her little legs wide apart and opened my own pussy lips with my fingers and I placed my wet cunt over hers and I began fucking my baby sister. I fucked her with my cunt until she came, and then I came on top of her.

I came in bed, of course, as I was imagining all this. I came and then I tasted myself.

As I lay in the dark that night licking my juicy fingers, feeling the tingly residue of a hot orgasm just completed, I imagined it was not just my own sweet nectar I was tasting, but Molly’s too.

Continue on to Chapter 55

By Naughty Mommy

Melissa kissed me softly, whispering, “You want me to pretend I’m your little sister, just 8 years old? And you’re going to take my clothes off?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

“That’s so naughty,” she giggled. “I love it!”

“Goddamn, this is fucking hot!” My mom sat down in a chair next to us, quickly pulled off her black thong, and started masturbating.

“So, um, I’m gonna call you, um, I’ll call you Melanie, all right?”

“Melanie? That’s my name?” Melissa smiled. “Okay. And what’s your name?”

“I’ll just be Julie.” I grinned at her and then looked down at my mother. She was watching us closely, licking her lips as she rubbed her pussy.

I turned back to ‘Melanie’. “Okay, honey, let me take your pretty dress off now.”

Melissa’s babydoll dress was loose-fitting and easy to pull off over her head. But what surprised me was what I found underneath it. I’d already caught a glimpse of her white cotton little girl panties, and now I was happy to discover that she was wearing a matching white bralette as well, exactly the kind a girl of 8 or 9 years old might wear. The kind my sister Molly sometimes wore.

This was great. It worked perfectly with the game I wanted to play. “Look at this cute little bra,” I said to her. “Except you don’t even need to wear a bra yet. You’re too young to have any boobies.”

I placed my hands on her chest, over the bralette. In reality, Melissa did have breasts, of course, but not much. She was quite flat.

“I know I am,” said ‘Melanie’, “but I want to have them. I want to get big, like you.” She raised her hands to my breasts, feeling them. I heard my mother groaning behind us as she masturbated.

“Okay, now let’s take off your little bra, honey.” It was flimsy and elastic, without a hook, and slipped right off.

“What a pretty girl you are, my lovely little sister.” I ran my hands up and down her body, from her shoulders to her hips and back up to her tits. I fingered her nipples, which were hard and pointed. “You’re so pretty, I just have to kiss you.”

I leaned in and kissed her erect nipples, one at a time, not only kissing but licking them too, and even nibbling at them. Melissa — I mean ‘Melanie’ — sighed and petted my hair as she held my head to her chest. I loved the feel of her skin, her warmth and softness, her tender caress. I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent of her perfume as I licked her nipples, running my tongue all around them, feeling them stiffen even further.

Finally, I pulled back and looked up at her face. She smiled and bent down to kiss me. It seemed kind of weird that the girl playing the role of my baby sister was almost a foot taller than me, but oh well.

Before going on to the next step, I turned to my mother, who was sliding two fingers slowly in and out of her cunt as she watched our little game.

“Mommy, is it okay if, um… if I put my hand in her panties and feel her? Is that all right?”

“Yes, baby, it’s fine,” she answered in a husky voice. “I want to see you do that. I want you to touch her.”

Melissa’s eyes went wide. I hadn’t ever touched her quite that way before. She seemed eager for it now though.

I didn’t put my hand inside at first. Instead I started rubbing on the outside of her panties, sliding my fingers slowly down between her legs and then back up, feeling the shape of her labia, gently pressing in, sensing the heat and dampness within her cleft.

“I love your little undies, Melanie,” I whispered. “They’re so soft.”

“Thank you,” she breathed. She was trembling with excitement.

“Do you like it when I touch you this way? You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, I don’t mind. I like it. I, um… you’re my big sister, and I want you to touch me everywhere.”

“Oh fuck yes!” I heard my mom panting and moaning. It sounded like she was almost ready to come.

Now I did put my hand inside ‘Melanie’s’ panties. Her mound was smooth and bald, like a little girl’s. I eased my fingers down just a bit, reaching the skin over her clit. She inhaled sharply, whimpering, as I pressed in with my fingertips.

I turned again to look at my mother. She was sitting low in the chair, her face flushed and shiny with sweat, her fingers moving rapidly between her legs.

“Mommy, I’m touching her,” I said, “I’m touching my little sister’s pussy.”

I slid my fingers down further, letting them part the swollen labia, feeling inside, finding wetness, smooth and soft and hot.

“I’m touching her. I have my hand inside her tiny pussy. She’s very, very wet.”

“Fuck yeah FUCK!!” cried my mother as she reached her climax.

Melissa and I watched my mom for a moment as she came. I kept my hand inside the panties, inside her lips, sliding slowly up and down. I was so excited, so thrilled to finally be touching her that way, to be touching Melissa’s wet pussy. I turned to her, lifting my face to hers and we kissed. I moved my fingers faster.

I knew I was breaking the rules by touching her that way, but my mother knew exactly what I was doing and she’d made no objection. Just the opposite, in fact. She’d encouraged me, watched me, and now she was climaxing as a result. Maybe the rules were changing.

As we finished kissing, I began to draw my fingers out of Melissa’s undies, but she quickly put her hand over mine, on the outside of her panties, urging, “Don’t stop. Rub my clit. Make me come!”

She pressed my fingers tightly to her. I almost turned to my mom to ask permission, but then I decided not to bother. I kissed Melissa again, shoving my tongue inside her mouth, forgetting for the moment that she was ‘Melanie’ — now she was Melissa, my friend, a sexy 20-year-old girl, and I was rubbing her pussy.

I had an arm around her waist, pulling her close to me. I kissed her wetly, playing with her tongue, nibbling at her lips, sharing her hot breath as I rubbed her hard clit faster and faster. It took a few minutes, but then I could tell, as she held my wrist in her hand, guiding me, as her body began to shudder, and as she stopped breathing for a second, stopped kissing me and went rigid — I could tell I had her.

She exhaled suddenly, a gasp, a violent tremor, a sharp squeal, almost a scream. Melissa was having an orgasm under my touch! I’d done it!

Behind me in the chair, I heard my mother climaxing again, loudly. Apparently I was right about the rules having changed, in this instance anyway.

Melissa shuddered and trembled, her eyes tightly shut, her pale skin flushed red. “Ohh God!!” she groaned as another spasm jolted her slender body. When she was finally finished, she opened her eyes, smiling happily as she tried to regain her breath.

I gazed up at her, sliding my fingers between her pussy lips one more time, feeling how hot and wet she was. Then I drew my hand out of her panties and lifted it to my mouth, tasting her. We kissed and shared her sweet flavor.

After the kiss, I paused for a moment to look around the room.

During all the excitement with Melissa/Melanie, I’d lost track of what everyone else was doing — except for my mom, of course, who was masturbating beside us. Now I saw that the groupings had switched around again. Carla was still sitting in the chair with her legs spread wide, but now it was Casey licking her in place of Danni. Carla’s pussy was getting plenty of attention.

Danni was on the sofa with Kate. They were at opposite ends, their backs against the padded arms, both rubbing themselves as they looked at each other and at the pair of girls between them. Candy was seated in the middle, naked, her feet up on the sofa, her fingers holding her labia apart. Between her legs was Tracy, who was kneeling on the floor, eating Candy’s pussy. Tracy was still wearing her black fishnet stockings, but they were crotchless, as I mentioned, and she had a hand between her own legs, fingering herself.

A drop of sweat ran down my nose. It was warm in the room, since Mommy had turned up the thermostat before she left, but there was a sexual heat surrounding us as well, a carnal energy driving us and feeding us at the same time. I wasn’t the only one sweating. Our family room was filled with the heady aromas of feminine perspiration, perfume, and pussy juice.

I smiled, soaking it all in. Then I turned back to my mother. I had another naughty idea.

She was looking up at me, still breathing heavily after her last orgasm, her body covered in a sheen of sweat.

“Did you like seeing me touch my baby sister, Mommy? Did you like watching when I made her come that way?”

She nodded, licking her lips.

Looking into her eyes, I raised my hand to my mouth, licking the fingers. “Mmm, she tastes so good. Just a little 8-year-old girl, but her pussy tastes so good.”

My mother was starting to masturbate again as she listened to me.

“Look at these cute white panties,” I continued, “her little girl undies. I’m going to take them off her now, Mommy, so you can see your daughter’s baby pussy. Her smooth, hairless pussy.”

Standing behind Melissa, I slowly pulled the white cotton panties down. She was shaved bald, of course, and I saw my mother’s eyes widen as Melissa’s mound came into view. My mom had seen her naked before, she’d eaten that pussy, but now I was making her believe it was the vulva of an 8-year-old child in front of her.

When Melissa was naked, I eased her forward, helping her straddle the chair my mother was in, stretching her long legs over the arms of the chair and under my mother’s arms, sliding in closer and closer until her crotch was no more than two inches from her face.

“Look at her, Mommy, look at your little girl.” I put my hand on Melissa’s labia, using my fingers to slowly spread her lips. “Look at her pretty pussy. Look how wet she is.”

I slid my fingers down between her labia, into her moist slit, down to her vagina. I stretched it open. “Look inside her, Mommy. Look how pink and hot and ready this little girl is. She wants you to lick her, Mommy. Your youngest daughter needs to feel your tongue inside her. Molly wants you to lick her, Mommy. She wants to come in your mouth.”

“Oh god…” my mom was shivering with lust, her eyes wide as she stared at the open cunt in front of her.

I put my hand behind my mother’s head, bringing her toward Melissa. “Lick her, Mommy. This is Molly. This is her sweet little girl pussy. Lick her and make her come!”

That was all the encouragement she needed. I heard her sigh, “Molly,” and then her mouth was on Melissa’s cunt, eagerly licking and sucking and moaning and swallowing.

“Oh, yes, yes…” Melissa breathed. She was definitely into the game, “Yes, please lick me! Lick me, Mommy, lick my little girl pussy! It feels so good!”

I had one hand behind my mom’s head and the other on Melissa’s bottom, pulling the two of them together. But then I felt something, another hand, a warm hand reaching between my legs, caressing me, sliding slowly up my thigh, touching my sex.

It was my mom. She was fondling my pussy while she continued eating Melissa. I moved my hand from behind her head and gripped her wrist, guiding her, helping her find the opening of my vagina. Would she do it? Yes, she did! She inserted a fingertip into my opening and started easing it inside, a little further, and then a little further.

My other hand was on my clit now, rubbing myself. My eyes were closed. I wanted to keep watching my mom lick Melissa, but even more, I wanted to feel her finger sliding up inside my wet vagina. I couldn’t believe. My mommy had her finger in my pussy, she was moving it in and out, she was actually doing it. My mother was fucking me with her finger!!

As you might guess, I came very quickly that way. I rubbed my little clit, my eyes tightly closed, my mommy’s finger pressing up inside my cunt. I had one perfect orgasm, but I didn’t stop then, and neither did she. I kept rubbing myself and she pushed her finger in even deeper, probing inside me, reaching, touching, until I came a second time, almost explosively — crying out, sobbing with passion, feeling hot wetness ooze out of my pussy, dripping onto her hand.

I was actually leaning against Melissa as I climaxed. She had an arm around me, supporting me. I’m not sure I could have remained standing otherwise. And just as I began to recover, when I was able to open my eyes again, Melissa started to come in my mother’s mouth.

There were many, many more orgasms that night, in almost any combination you can imagine. As I stated in my sexual diary the next day, “the women all had sex with each other.” I had to finally summarize it that way, because it would have been impossible for me or anyone else to keep tabs on what everyone was doing all the time.

Among the highlights were when Tracy decided to take off her fishnet stockings and also take off the remaining underthings Carla was wearing, and then mounted the brunette on the loveseat, placing their cunts together in a scissors position and fucking her energetically until Carla climaxed beneath her at least twice. Then Tracy climbed up on Carla’s face and held her head in her hands and shoved her pussy into her mouth, staring down at her as she rocked her pelvis back and forth, rubbing her clit against the woman’s lips and tongue faster and faster before coming all over her. I remember watching them, standing close, fingering my own pussy and timing my climax to match with Tracy’s.

Some time after that, there was a four-way ‘daisy chain’ (I later learned that’s what it was called) in the middle of the floor, with my mom licking Candy, and Candy licking Danni, and Danni licking Casey, and Casey licking my mom. Kate and I were kneeling beside them, masturbating as we watched. I don’t know what Tracy and Melissa and Carla were doing then, maybe having sex with each other or possibly taking a break, who knows.

A still greater highlight, near the end of the evening, was when Mommy got the two sisters together and sat them on the sofa and told them we all wanted to see them kiss and touch each other. They were happy to oblige. It turned out this wasn’t the first time for them. They grinned and told us that they’d been having sex for more than four years, since they were 14 and 16.

But even though it wasn’t new for them, it certainly was new for me, watching two hot sisters put their arms around each other, kissing and caressing their naked bodies. Of course, Kate and I had already done similar things together, but it was different seeing another pair of sisters. Different and very arousing.

Everyone gathered close to watch.

When they got in a ‘69’ position, with Candy underneath and Casey on top, when I saw Casey using her fingers to open her younger sister’s pussy lips, and then when she started licking her clit, I totally lost control. I had an orgasm right then. I ended up plopping down on the coffee table, facing the sofa, my legs clenched together around my hands, trying desperately to keep my eyes open, to keep watching them. My mom sat next to me, pulling me close, stroking my back as she whispered in my ear, “You like that, honey? You like watching a pretty girl lick her sister?”

Within a few minutes, Casey and Candy both came, and I had another orgasm too. Most of the other women and girls did as well, including Kate. It was fitting ‘climax’, ha-ha, to an amazing night.

The clock on the mantel struck 1:30 AM. The room got sort of quiet, for the first time in a while. Nothing but a lot of heavy breathing. I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly and deeply, savoring the pungent fragrance of lesbian sex all around me.

My mother stood, stretching languorously. I looked up at her, marveling once more, as I so often did, at what a beautiful womanly body she had. “Well…” she began, apparently suggesting it was time for the evening to end.

“Yeah, I guess it is pretty late,” Melissa nodded, getting up from where she’d been seated beside me on the floor. She bent and kissed the top of my head. “These girls probably need to get some sleep.”

But Kate had other plans. “Um, Mommy?”

“Yes, honey?”

My sister was standing behind the sofa, between Tracy and Carla. Grinning at our mother, she said, “I want to do something before they go.”

“And what’s that, precious?”

“Well, you know how sometimes you let me and Julie give your pussy a goodnight kiss before we go to bed?”

I heard a few murmurs of surprise and perhaps appreciation from around the room.

“So, what I want,” Kate went on, “is to, like, give everybody here a goodnight kiss too. The same way.”

“Oh, you do?” Mommy may have been surprised, but she certainly didn’t look upset. She leered, “You want to give all their pussies a goodnight kiss?”

Kate nodded, “Uh-huh.”

“All right.” Then she looked down at me. “Julie, do you want to do that too?”

“Sure!”

“Fine. Let’s have you sit on the sofa next to your sister.” My mom helped Candy and Casey get up and then she sat me and Kate side by side. “Okay, now who would like to go first?”

“I would!” called Danni, raising her hand.

She came quickly toward us, rubbing her pussy the whole way. By the time she was positioned in front of Kate it was obvious that she was already on the verge of yet another orgasm.

“Ooh, yes, that might be even better,” said our mother, as she looked around at the naked women in the room. “If you don’t mind, and if you think you can do it, how about if everyone lines up and we’ll all start masturbating, and right after we come we’ll let each of the girls give our pussies a goodnight kiss. Okay?”

And so they did. Wow, what a great idea my little sister had!

They got in a line, with Danni leading off, then Tracy, then Melissa, then the sisters, Casey and Candy, then Carla and finally our mom. One by one, they stood in front of us, rubbing themselves until they were ready to come. As soon as they did, usually while they were still in the middle of their orgasms, they grabbed our faces, Kate’s first and then mine, pulling us against them so we could kiss their wet pussies. It was so awesome.

By the time we were not even halfway done, after I’d kissed Melissa’s heated vulva, using my tongue so I could taste her a little, I was totally ready to have an orgasm myself. I was rubbing my clit and as Casey pulled my face against her wet pussy lips, I climaxed. I kept rubbing myself and when Candy came and had my sister kiss her and then me, I came again. I was in a frenzy. Usually I couldn’t climax that many times in a row, but there was no stopping me on this incredible night.

Our mother was the last in line. As all the other women and girls gathered close around to watch, many of them masturbating again, or still masturbating, Mommy took her position in front of us. She didn’t rub herself right away, though. I’m sure she had been doing that while the others were having us kiss their pussies, and maybe she’d come a few times too, but now she just used her fingers to spread her pussy lips apart, letting us gaze into her pink center.

“Look at your mommy’s pussy, your mommy’s vagina. Look at me, girls. Look at your mommy. I’m gonna come now, I’m gonna make myself come, and then I want you to kiss me, kiss my pussy, kiss your mommy’s fucking cunt!”

“Oh God! Fuck!!” Danni was coming again as she listened to this.

“So fucking fucking hot!” Tracy was right on the edge too.

I could hear moans and sighs and gasps and wet slippery sounds all around me, but I didn’t take my eyes from my mother’s pussy. She began rubbing her clit and it didn’t take long at all. Within a few seconds, she was ready. She started climaxing.

“Mommy! Mommy! I’m co— UNH!” That was Kate, next to me, coming at the same time as our mom.

I was rubbing myself too, but I managed to wait, to hold on a moment longer, to watch as my mother pulled my little sister’s mouth against her sex and held it there while she climaxed — but then she quickly grabbed me too, pulling me in, pulling us in together, our cheeks side my side, our mouths almost joined, our faces getting soaked with our wonderful mommy’s pussy juice as she climaxed for us, climaxed on us.

And I came as well. I came for the last time that night as my mother held my head, pressing me tightly to her. It seemed to go on and on, my orgasm and hers, but finally it was all over. She shuddered one last time and then let us go, stumbling backwards, almost in a faint. Carla was behind her, though, and caught her, holding her and gently easing her into a chair.

Melissa sat down next to me, hugging me and kissing me. Tracy and Danni joined Kate, hugging and kissing her the same way. Soon Candy and Casey were there too, squeezing in beside us or on top of us on the sofa, and we all shared a happy round of warm kisses and hugs along with lots of laughter.

It was right then that I saw something, or thought I saw it anyway, out of the corner of my eye.

Up above, on the second floor, where the open railing ended and the enclosed part of the hall began, it seemed for just a moment that I could see a little face peeking around the edge of the wall, looking down at us. My sister’s face, Molly’s. Was it really her, though? Or did I only imagine it? I’m still not sure, and I’ve never asked her.

Soon after that, everyone started getting dressed again, although not necessarily all the way. I noticed some bras and panties just being shoved into purses or pockets. Kate and I stayed naked, as did our mom, and we went to the door with them that way, saying goodnight, giving and receiving a few more kisses, and then we were alone.

Mommy hugged us both, saying we would leave the cleanup until next morning, and we went upstairs to bed. I fell almost immediately to sleep, completely exhausted after who knows how many orgasms. What a night!

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