Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

I could scarcely believe my luck. Here I was, just a 12-year-old girl in a room full of beautiful women… and they were all about to start having sex with each other and let me and my even younger sister watch them! It still takes my breath away to think about it. Of course, this was only the start of even greater adventures to come for me and my mom and both of my sisters. We’ll get to all of that soon enough.

Anyway, I’m going to take a minute now and tell you what everyone was wearing that evening (before they started taking their clothes off) and how they looked to me at the time. I can tell you this because I wrote it all down the next day so I would always remember it. That was when I officially began this memoir, in fact, although I had no idea then how extensive it would eventually become. Most of the things I’ve told you about before are only from memory, but starting from here, just about everything is exactly as it happened.

Would you like me to share with you how my memoir actually begins? Here is what I wrote the next day:

This is the start of my sexual diary. Julie’s SeXual Diary. [Yes, I made a capital X, silly me.] Begin date: March 9, 2010. In here, I will tell as much as I can about what has happened to me and what will happen to me, starting from 2 years ago when I was 10 until _____. [I left that space blank, not knowing how long I would continue the diary, and it’s still blank. I’m 18 now, as I’m writing this, but the diary was maintained only for about a year.] This is all about how I learned about sex, about being a grownup sexual adult woman person. [For the first couple of months, my diary was written out in longhand, not on a computer, and the cross-outs are that way in the original.]

All right, I guess that’s enough of the diary. Let me go ahead and tell you what they were wearing.

We’ll begin with Melissa, since I liked her so much. She was in a super short minidress with princess sleeves. It was lavender and blue, in a paisley pattern, with an empire waist and a scoop neckline. Around the high waist was a white ribbon, tied in a bow. She was wearing a matching white ribbon in her hair too, tied in a bow, along with flat black shoes. You have to imagine this: she was the tallest woman in the room, about 5’10”, with very long legs and in a tiny dress. But with her almost totally flat chest, and her cute cherubic face, and the way she was dressed, she looked just like a little girl, an extremely tall, extremely sexy little girl. So yummy and delicious!

Tracy was wearing a leather mini-skirt, black, along with a sort of spangly gold tank top that was tucked in to the skirt, and black fishnet stockings. She had a bra on, but it was thin enough that you could easily see her nipples poking through the top. When I saw her for the first time that night, she already had her shoes off, but she had been wearing black pumps with four-inch heels.

Danni was in a skirt too. In fact, every girl in the room was wearing either a skirt or a dress (except for me and Kate, that is), so there was plenty of leg on display, which I love to see. Danni’s skirt was dark brown and split on one side way up high. It came down to about her knees, but every time she moved she showed off her smooth tanned thigh. On top she wore a thin sleeveless v-neck sweater that buttoned down the front. It was white, and the buttons were open far enough to clearly reveal that she was not wearing a bra. Of course, her dark pokey nipples made that pretty obvious too. Her shoes were wedge sandals. It was the wrong season for sandals, but I don’t think Danni worried too much about that kind of stuff.

The dress Carla was wearing was absolutely gorgeous. It was luscious satin silk, royal blue, with a deeply plunging neckline. It flowed over her body like someone poured paint on her or something. It actually came to below her knees, but with her beautiful legs, her sheer white stockings, and her high heels (color-matched with the dress, naturally), she looked spectacular.

My mom, I already told you about, her hot red party dress.

And finally, the two new girls. Casey was in a bronze-colored dress with cap sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. The dress was really tight and really short. She had superb legs and was obviously happy to show them off. Her stiletto heels, which she wore without nylons, made her legs look even longer and sleeker. Very, very nice. Candy was wearing a gray dress with a halter top, extremely low-cut on the sides and in the front. It was quite revealing. The jagged hemline came to, well, parts of it were about knee-length, but other parts were a lot higher. It was a super sexy dress. Oh, and it had sequins sewn on it too, so it was really glittery and pretty. Her shoes were dark gray ankle boots. She looked great.

Now let’s get back to the action…

My mother had moved onto her knees in front of the chair where Casey was sitting. They both had their shoes off. As I watched, my mom ran her hands up and down the girl’s long bare legs, slowly pushing them apart. I was crouching at the side of the chair and slightly back. In her new position, Mommy could easily see me, and I knew she had, but she hadn’t done anything to give me away. The girl, Casey, could have seen me too if she’d turned her head far enough, but she was entirely focused on my mom and on what they were doing. A lot of the time they were kissing, anyway, and her eyes were closed. I scooted in even further.

On the sofa, not far from me, Melissa was finger-fucking Danni from behind. She was staring at the girl’s cunt and sometimes leaning in for a lick, possibly tonguing her asshole, although I couldn’t see that from where I was. Danni had a hand down inside Candy’s panties, but she seemed too distracted by what Melissa was doing to really rub Candy at all. She was trembling and sweating, her eyes shut, her face red, saying, “Yeah, yeah, oh god yes, fuck me harder, harder!”

Within just a few more seconds, our favorite babysitter exploded into orgasm. She was the first to come that night, not surprisingly.

Casey and my mother both looked over at Danni as she cried out in ecstasy. I heard Casey breathe, “Oh my god…”

I could see Kate from where I was, but luckily she was outside Casey’s line of vision. My sister’s eyes were wide as she took in the teenager’s noisy climax. The expression on her face made me think Kate was masturbating while she watched, as I was doing too.

My mom reached behind her back to open the zipper on her dress, letting the straps fall from her shoulders, unveiling her beautiful breasts to Casey. They were held in a black satin bra that pushed them up, accentuating their delectable fullness. The girl sighed as she saw them, “So nice,” and placed her hands over them. My mother put her hands on top of Casey’s, squeezing them tightly as she gazed into the young brunette’s eyes. She leaned forward and they kissed. I rubbed my clit faster.

As soon as she finished her first climax, Danni flipped over on the sofa, leaning back against Candy. Hiking up her skirt and opening her legs, revealing a hot pink thong that she pulled to the side, she begged Melissa to lick her, “Make me come again! Please! I want to come again!”

Melissa grinned at her, nodding, but decided to tease her a bit by making her wait. “Let me get these out of way first,” she said, as she started undoing the straps on one of Danni’s wedge sandals.

“Okay, but hurry!” Danni pleaded.

After both sandals were off, Melissa hooked her fingers inside the pink thong and pulled it down Danni’s legs. She held the undies up to her nose, sniffing them and then kissing the crotch. Danni moaned. She was rubbing her clit, so intent on having another orgasm that she would get it any way she could. Melissa looked at the girl’s shaved pussy and licked her lips. Candy, who was watching all this from behind Danni, had her hands on the teen’s breasts and was playing with her nipples. Melissa was still fully clothed at this point, wearing her babydoll dress, but as she bent down to begin licking, the tiny dress pulled up far enough over her bottom that I could see she was wearing white cotton little girl panties. Ooh, how adorable!

From where I was, I couldn’t see what was happening on the loveseat, but I could hear gasps and groans and wet sounds, and it was obvious that Tracy and Carla were having a very good time together. I noticed that Kate kept looking back and forth, from the sofa to the loveseat and back again, trying to watch everything at once.

My mother reached back to unhook her bra. The straps slid down her arms, baring her breasts, her large brown nipples fully erect. She took her tits in her hands, pressing them together, squeezing the nipples so hard I thought it must hurt her. Perhaps it did, and perhaps she enjoyed that kind of pain, because I saw her shudder and take in a sharp breath as she did it. Sighing hungrily and smiling, Mommy leaned in close, pointing one of her long nipples at Casey’s mouth. The girl closed her eyes and began to suck.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I couldn’t stand it. I had to be part of what was happening. I quickly crawled the remaining distance between me and my mother. She saw me coming and turned her face toward mine. We kissed.

I had one hand on Mommy’s warm back and my other on her cheek, petting her face as we kissed wetly and warmly. Casey was so involved in sucking my mother’s tit that at first she didn’t realize I was there. Candy had seen me, though, from her spot on the sofa. She didn’t say anything, but when I glanced over that way while still kissing my mom, I found Candy staring at me, open-mouthed. I almost started to laugh.

Just then Casey opened her eyes and saw me too. My mom and I ended the kiss and looked at the girl. She let Mommy’s big nipple come out of her mouth with an almost audible pop and also just stared. Now I did start to giggle.

“What — who — who’s this?” Casey babbled, wide-eyed. She didn’t seem upset, just very surprised.

My mother smiled and kissed my cheek. “This is my daughter.”

I grinned at Casey. She looked at my face and then down at my immature little boobies, apparently comprehending how young I was. She shook her head in amazement.

My mother took my face in her hands, turning me to her. She kissed me deeply, shoving her tongue into my mouth, clearly putting on a show for the two new girls. I loved it. I wrapped my arms around her — well, actually only one arm, because with the other hand I grabbed her tit and squeezed her nipple, thinking that would be even more of a spectacle for them.

And it was. As my mom and I kissed, our tongues deeply probing, my hand on her breasts — and her hand now on my breasts — I could hear plenty of oohs and aahs, sighs of pleasure from the rest of the room. We certainly had their attention now.

We finished the kiss and she got to her feet, bringing me with her. She was still wearing a black thong, but that was all, and I was nude, of course. We stood side by side, her arm around my shoulder, mine around her waist, and she introduced me.

“Casey and Candy, I would like to present my daughter, Julie. She’s 12 years old, and I’m very proud of her. Julie, please say hello to our guests.”

I smiled, “Hello, Casey. Hello, Candy. It’s nice to meet you.”

As said this, I spied my sister’s little chipmunk face peeking out from behind the sofa. Neither of the new girls had noticed her yet.

Carla and Tracy were standing across the room, having arisen from the love seat. They were both dressed, sort of. That is, they had their clothes on but they looked disheveled and their makeup was badly smeared. They’d been having fun over there.

Melissa lifted her face from Danni’s crotch, wiping her chin as she smiled at me. I felt a little bad for Danni, because I was almost sure we must have interrupted her on the verge of another orgasm. On the other hand, Danni was nearly always on the verge of an orgasm, so maybe that didn’t matter much.

My mom went on, “And there is someone else I would like you to meet, too. Kate, will you stand up, please?”

She did, smiling hugely and blushing at the same time. As Mommy made her humorous formal introduction of my sister, specifically mentioning her age, I heard more oohs and aahs, although this time mostly just from the newcomers, Casey and Candy, since the others already knew Kate. It was plain that we had succeeded in surprising and delighting our guests.

There was a short pause, as no one seemed to know quite what to do next. But then Tracy approached Kate, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and Melissa came rushing over to me, grabbing me and squeezing me.

“Julie, I’m so happy to see you again!” She held me at arm’s length, her eyes running up and down my body. “You are such a beautiful girl.”

“Thanks,” I blushed. “Um, I really like your dress a lot.”

“Oh, thank you!” Melissa did a cute little curtsy for me, which was perfect for what she was wearing.

I felt a tap on my arm. It was Casey.

“Uh, hi, I’m Casey,” she began, a little awkwardly. She actually held out her hand to shake mine, and I took it. I think we both recognized the absurdity of a handshake at a time like that, but people do strange things.

“It’s, uh, it’s very nice to meet you,” Casey added. Then she laughed, “Your mother has told me nothing about you!”

I laughed too, and the ice was broken. We hugged.

Across the room, I saw that Danni had actually leaped over the back of the sofa and was giving Kate a bear hug, picking her right up off the ground. Candy greeted Kate while kneeling on the sofa, and then she turned and came over to meet me.

Casey said, “This is my little sister, Candy.”

So they were sisters! Awesome!!

“Hi,” I smiled and nodded. The girl kissed my cheek and I kissed hers. Casey left us to go say hello to Kate, Mommy going with her.

As I chatted with Candy, Carla came over and gave me a nice hug. That was when I got the chance to really appreciate her sensational dress. Candy and I both complimented her on it, as did Melissa, who was with us.

“That’s so nice of you to say,” Carla smiled, “but for my money, the two girls here with the prettiest outfits are definitely Julie and Kate!” We had a good laugh about that.

For the next few minutes, everyone mingled, briefly talking, loosening up a bit, letting go of the tension that had come into the room when our secret presence was revealed. But things soon settled down again. Or maybe I should say they heated up again.

The pairings were a little different this time. In fact, they ended up being trios instead of pairs.

First, Danni decided that she just had to see what was under Carla’s dress. She got it off her, being careful to lay the dress gently over a chair off to the side, and then she actually walked in a circle around Carla, admiring her lovely underthings. The woman was wearing a delicate white demi-cup bra with matching lace panties, along with sheer white stockings and a white garter belt. She still had her high heels on, and she looked, well, the Victoria’s Secret models would have been ashamed to stand next to her. She was stunning.

Danni, who was naked, kept rubbing her own pussy as she circled Carla. She was practically drooling. I heard her ask if she could take off the white panties next, and Carla told her sure, go ahead. The panties were on the outside of the garter belt, so after they were removed, Carla’s pussy was left beautifully framed by the remaining garments. Danni’s eyes seemed to get even bigger when she saw Carla’s thick labia. She was masturbating vigorously as she sat Carla in a chair, pushed her legs apart, and leaned in to start eating her.

A moment later, Casey, who was still wearing her bronze mini-dress, got on the floor behind Danni. She reached between Danni’s legs and began rubbing her pussy, then bent down and put her face there too, licking her. It took no more than half a minute for Danni to have another orgasm.

Casey’s sister, Candy, was sitting on the sofa now with Tracy. They were starting to kiss and touch, quite enthusiastically. Tracy appeared eager to get Candy’s dress off and Candy seemed equally eager to get her hands on Tracy’s tits. She kept grabbing at Tracy’s boobs through her spangly gold top, and soon pulled the tank top up and off. Tracy’s sheer black bra, which hid nothing, had a front closure. Candy spotted that and the bra was gone in no time.

As Candy was about to push Tracy down and begin licking her boobs, Tracy gently stopped her. She turned to Kate, who was leaning over the back of the sofa, watching them intently. I couldn’t hear what was said, but in response, my sister came around to the front of the sofa where the two older girls let her nestle in between them. Kate looked ecstatic.

After the three of them talked for a moment, Candy leaned down to take off her ankle boots, then got up and stood with her back to them so Kate could unzip her dress. Underneath she was wearing only a gray thong, nearly the same color as the pretty dress. Her long slim legs were bare, and of course with that dress she couldn’t have worn a bra. Candy also let Kate pull down her thong, and then she was naked. She did a dainty pirouette for them, and we could see that her pussy was smooth and bald like a little girl’s.

Tracy stood up then and unzipped her black leather skirt, stepping out of it and laying it over the back of the sofa. Her top and her bra were already off, and she’d left her heels over by the loveseat, so all she had on was a pair of crotchless black fishnet stockings with no undies. Candy had remained standing, and now the two girls faced each other and kissed, using plenty of tongue, their hands roaming over each other’s trim bodies. They kissed that way for only a few seconds, though, before asking Kate to get up and join them. It was amazing to see my 10-year-old sister being kissed and caressed by a sexy pair of 18-year-old girls. I’m sure she thought she was in heaven.

I was able to see what happened with Kate and Candy and Tracy, and also with Danni and Carla and Casey, because I’d been standing with my mom and Melissa and we were content for a while to observe the others. But as Kate became absorbed in her three-way kiss with Tracy and Candy, my mother turned to me and gave me a nice wet kiss too. Then she kissed Melissa the same way, and Melissa kissed me, and we began enjoying our own lovely version of the three-way kiss.

Now I was in heaven. Two of the females I most liked and admired in the world were both kissing me at the same time! I could smell my mom’s familiar perfume, which always made me amorous, and I could smell Melissa’s sweet perfume too. I tasted their lips, played with their tongues, and felt their hands on my naked body.

We continued kissing that way for several minutes. I shivered in pleasure as Melissa’s fingers and my mother’s fingers caressed me everywhere, stroking my thighs, fondling my nipples, rubbing my back and my bottom, even reaching between my legs to brush over my pussy lips. It was so intoxicating to have their hands on me that way that I did very little touching of them in return. I just stood and let everything happen, my eyes closed, my lips apart, my breath coming faster, my little pussy definitely getting very wet.

At some point, they stopped touching me and stepped back a bit, whether preparing to take the next step or waiting for me to tell them what I wanted, I wasn’t certain. I opened my eyes and saw them both smiling at me and at each other. My mom was holding her breasts and squeezing her own nipples, as she so often did.

I took a moment to glance around. Katie was seated on the sofa, slumped down in the center, with her legs spread wide and a finger inside herself, sliding rapidly in and out. Tracy and Candy were kneeling above her, facing toward each other and kissing. Each had a hand between the other girl’s legs, rubbing excitedly. It seemed like there might be three orgasms coming soon there.

On the other side of the room, I could hear Danni climaxing (of course). I wasn’t sure what Casey or Carla might be doing, but I didn’t bother to look, because my mother asked me, “What do you want to do next, baby girl?”

I turned to her, smiling shyly, and then looked at Melissa. “Um, can I, can I tell you something?”

“Sure, you can, sweetie,” Melissa said, caressing my cheek, “anything.”

“Well, it’s just, um, in that dress and stuff, you look almost like you could be just a child. Like maybe, you know, a little girl I might babysit for or something. I hope you don’t mind my saying that.”

“Of course I don’t mind,” she giggled. “That’s sort of the effect I was going for.”

I continued, “So, uh, I wondered if it would be okay if I, like, maybe pretended something.”

“Pretended what?” She cocked her head. “Do you want to take off my dress and imagine I’m a little girl you’re babysitting? We could pretend that.”

“Yeah, but, um, maybe instead of babysitting, how about if we pretend you’re my sister… so, like, I’m 12, and maybe you’re only, I don’t know, 8 or something…”

“Ooh, yes, I like that,” my mom said. She was masturbating as she listened to us.

“You want me to be your little sister?” Melissa grinned. “Your 8-year-old little sister?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. This was getting me intensely aroused. I knew it was risky, revealing to them my fantasy of having sex with my baby sister, but I couldn’t help myself.

“What a naughty idea,” whispered Melissa, as she leaned in to kiss my lips. “Let’s do it!”

Continue on to Chapter 53

By Naughty Mommy

The next morning I slept in until almost 10:30, which was unusual for me. Kate was even up before me. I felt a little sleepy that day, but when the night came around, and Mommy started getting ready to leave, I was wide awake and very excited.

I couldn’t stop thinking, of course, about what I’d heard outside my mother’s door the night before, and now, as she put Molly to bed before she went out, I wondered what they might be doing up in her bedroom.

Kate and I were playing a video game on the sofa when Mommy came downstairs looking like she was all set for a party. She was in a sleeveless red dress that came to just above the knee. It had a flared skirt, a banded waist, and a square neckline that showed off her cleavage. She wore red earrings to match the dress, and red heels too. Her long legs were bare and smooth and beautiful.

She sat on the sofa next to us. We paused the game and put down our controllers.

“Okay, girls, now I won’t be gone very long. I should be back within an hour, maybe less. But listen, I want to do this a little differently tonight instead of just having you both up there.” She pointed at the second floor railing that looked down into the family room.

We eagerly awaited the special instructions she had for us.

“When I come back, there will be several girls with me. Some of them you will know, but some of them you won’t.”

Several girls?? This was going to be great!

“And I want to make this kind of a surprise for them, for the ones you haven’t met, I mean. They don’t know about you, that I have daughters. All they know is that I’ve invited them to come to my house tonight for a little party.”

Not such a little party, I thought to myself. Not with several girls! I could feel my pussy getting wet already.

“So, what I want is for you to be down here, downstairs, but hiding. Maybe one of you in the kitchen and one in the dining room or something. Not in the bathroom, because someone might need to use it. But somewhere you can stay out of sight for a while. Okay?”

We both nodded.

“I think you should be naked, at least when you finally come out. If you’re cold, you can wear a robe or something, but take it off before they see you.”

“Wow, Mommy,” breathed Kate, her face aglow, “this is awesome.”

Our mother smiled at her and patted her knee. “Anyway, like I said, you will know most of the girls, but the other two will be new to you. And it’s those two I want to surprise. What I’d like you to do is sort of sneak up on us, all right? Like you’re spying on us.”

She looked closely at us to make sure we understood.

“Okay,” I nodded. Kate nodded too.

“Come out slowly, but not until after we’ve, you know, after we’ve started really having sex. We might have a drink first and talk a little or something. But once we get started, come sneaking out like you’re spying on us. The other girls, of course, the ones you already know, won’t be that surprised. But I’m looking forward to seeing the reaction of the new girls.”

She beamed at us, obviously pleased with herself at the careful plans she’d made. “So, what do you think? Does it sound good?”

“Yeah, it’s super!” I told her.

Kate said, “Oh, man, it’s, it’s — oh, man, I can’t wait!”

“Good,” our mother laughed. She gave us each a hug and a kiss and got up to leave. We followed her to the door.

“All right, it’s a little before 10:00 now,” she said, looking at her watch. “We’ll be back before 11:00, maybe around 10:45, okay? Make sure you’re ready.”

“We will!” we promised.

She kissed us once more, and then she was gone.

Kate and I were beside ourselves with excitement. We jumped up and down, holding hands, giggling like fools. We decided right away that we wouldn’t try any of our usual antics that night, playing around with each other and finding creative new ways to masturbate together, because we absolutely wanted to be in place when they got back. We had to get ready!

Laughing insanely, we raced upstairs to take off our clothes. Halfway up, though, at the landing, Kate decided we should put the video game away first, and so we bounded back down and quickly took care of that. Then we charged back up to our bedrooms and got naked. Two minutes later we were standing in the hall facing each other, a pair of sisters, 12 and 10 years old, nude, excited, panting with exhilaration.

I looked at Kate, trying to catch my breath. Then I asked, “What about robes? Do you think we need ‘em?”

“Nah, fuck it.”

“Yeah, fuck it!” I agreed, laughing and hugging her.

Back downstairs, we deliberated about the best hiding places. We finally agreed that Kate would get under the dining room table and I would use the kitchen pantry. Those seemed like safe bets. The only thing we couldn’t figure out was how we would both know when to come out. Then she suggested that since I had more experience at this, I should listen carefully to what was happening, and when I thought the time was right, I could sneak around through the other passage into the dining room, the one from the kitchen, and signal to her. Then I’d go back to the kitchen and we would begin our little underage voyeur game, with her coming from one place into the family room and me from another.

It was so great! We couldn’t stop giggling as we stood and looked into each other’s eyes, holding hands, making plans. Even though it wasn’t cold — before she’d left, Mommy had turned the thermostat up a few degrees to make it more comfortable for us, she’d said — it wasn’t cold at all, but still I found myself shivering, trembling with anticipation. My palms were sweaty, and my sister’s were too.

“What do you want to do until they get here?” she asked. We were standing in the darkened dining room. It was not quite 10:30.

“Um, I don’t know, maybe… do you want to just, like, go sit on the sofa and kiss or something?”

“No, because — I mean, yeah, I’d like to — but I want to make sure we don’t get, you know, too far into it and then not be where we’re supposed to be.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I nodded. “Good thinking.”

Kate looked at me for a moment and then she kissed me, keeping her mouth closed. I kissed her back. We wrapped our arms around each other, pulling our young bodies together. When the kiss ended, she put her forehead against mine. We breathed softly, enjoying our closeness.

After a few seconds, she kissed me again, parting her lips this time and pressing her tongue into my mouth. God, I loved kissing her. I loved it then and I still love it now. She is such a great kisser.

We were both breathing harder when the second kiss was over.

“Man, this is exciting, isn’t it?” she whispered.

“Yeah, it is. Mommy is just, like, so amazing.”

“I know, she really is.”

“We are so lucky, Kate, you and me. How many other girls have moms who do stuff like this with them? None, I bet!”

“I know. None.”

We started giggling. We kissed again, gently. Several more times.

“I’m getting so turned on,” I whispered to her at the end of the last kiss. “I really want to masturbate right now, but I know we can’t.”

“Are you wet?”

“Uh-huh, very.”

“Can I taste it?”

“Okay.”

I took my arms from around her neck and put them between my legs, using one hand to open my pussy lips and the other to scoop up some of my sweet juices for her. I brought my dripping fingers to her mouth. She smiled at me as she sucked and licked my fingers.

Then we heard cars pulling into the driveway.

“This is it,” I said to her.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, giving me one more quick kiss. “Go hide!”

“Okay!”

Kate started crawling under the table. I scurried back to the kitchen and into the walk-in pantry, leaving the door slightly ajar.

Soon they were coming inside. I could hear a lot of voices, all female, of course, and all sounding very excited. Among the voices, I quickly recognized Carla’s, and Danni’s, and, yes, Melissa’s! And Tracy’s too! Wow! This would be fantastic!

But who were the other ones, the two we didn’t know?

I could tell that coats were being removed and put somewhere, and people were moving around to find seats, and then I heard my mom asking what everyone wanted to drink. A few seconds later, she came into the kitchen. I was peeking out through the door and I could see that she was alone.

“Mommy!” I whispered, waving to her. She grinned and winked at me, while indicating that I should stay hidden. I knew that, of course, but I’d just been too keyed up not to let her know I was there.

She got all the drinks prepared and put them on a tray and then left the kitchen, after blowing me a little kiss. I waited and listened, hearing them accept the drinks, clinking glasses, proposing various obscene toasts to the pleasures of lesbian love. That made me smile. It made me want to rub my clit too, and so I did as I continued to listen.

Several more minutes passed. More conversation. Ice tinkling in glasses. Less conversation. Drinks being set down. A few giggles. Soft moans. A shoe dropping to the floor. The rustle of clothing, maybe being removed. Louder moans. Wet smacking kisses.

It was time.

I crept out of the pantry, daring a brief peek around the corner into the family room before going to signal Kate.

I saw a room full of women. I didn’t wait long enough then to do an actual count, but I knew there should be around seven, based on the voices I’d heard. I recognized Carla right away, because of her lustrous dark hair. I saw our mother too, standing out as the only real blonde. (Tracy was a blonde as well, but her hair was darker.) From what I could see, they were mostly still dressed, but it looked like they might have begun pairing off into kissing couples. I pulled my head back and waited and listened. My heart was pounding. After a minute or so, I decided to take another look.

Carefully, slowly, I leaned around the corner. I allowed myself to view the scene long enough this time to really see all the women, at least the five who were in my field of vision. They weren’t all kissing yet as much as I’d expected, mostly just talking quietly, but smiling into each other’s eyes and sharing tender touches.

I could see Melissa, in a pretty dress, and sexy Danni in a skirt, and my mom, of course. There were two other girls facing away from me that I didn’t think I recognized. Could they be the newcomers? Perhaps they were.

As I watched, Danni began to kiss the girl she was standing beside, a brunette wearing a sparkly party dress. She raised her hand to the girl’s breast. I was eager to see what would happen next but I really needed to go get Kate now and let her join the fun. Stepping back into the kitchen, I moved silently across to the doorway that led to the dining room.

My sister was looking up at me from under the table. She looked so cute! Like a little chipmunk hiding under there. I smiled at her and nodded, letting her know it was time. I watched as she carefully began to crawl out, and then I tiptoed back into the kitchen.

Peering around the corner again, I looked at my mom, who was facing toward me, wearing her red dress. She was leaning over a stuffed chair now, her hands on the arms, talking to a brunette who was sitting down. Or flirting with her, to be more precise. I couldn’t quite hear what she was saying, it was in low tones, but her sly smile and the look in her eyes made it obvious what was on her mind. Not to mention the way she was practically shoving her cleavage in the girl’s face.

But who was the girl? From behind, I was pretty sure I didn’t recognize her. I eased my head a little further out so I could see more of the room. Sitting on the sofa, also facing away from me, was the other girl I didn’t recognize, the one in the party dress. These two had to be the new ones, I figured. In the middle of the sofa, facing toward that girl, and toward me, was Danni. They were kissing, and Danni was touching the girl, stroking her cheek, then her neck, then her breast through the dress.

Behind Danni on the sofa, also sitting down, was Melissa. She was watching Danni and the other girl. Melissa must have caught my movement, because a second after I saw her, she looked up and saw me peeking out from the kitchen. She smiled and winked. I thought she might wave or say ‘Hi’ and give me away, but she didn’t. Maybe my mother had told her what we were up to. Probably that’s what it was.

I knew there should be at least a couple of other women in the room, but I couldn’t see them without leaving the kitchen. I got down in a low crouch and sort of crept into the room, secreting myself behind an empty armchair. No one reacted. No one had seen me, apparently, other than Melissa and maybe my mom.

Very carefully I started to poke my head around the side of the chair. As I was doing that, I discovered that Kate was nearby. She had taken a position behind a matching armchair a little further along the wall. Good, we were both in place and ready to play our game. Kate saw me and grinned, nearly giggling, her face alive with joy. I smiled back at her, but putting a finger to my lips. Try to stay quiet.

From my new hiding place, I was able to see the remaining two women, Carla and Tracy. They were the ones most quickly getting into action. Carla was reclining on a loveseat and Tracy was on top of her. They were kissing wetly, their arms around each other, hands reaching and petting aggressively. I watched them for several moments, taking in their attractiveness, feeling my excitement grow. What a night this would be!

Now I knew where everyone was. Most important, I knew where the two girls were that we were supposed to surprise. By listening to the conversation before and catching the names that were unfamiliar, I’d determined that one of the newcomers was named Candy and the other Casey, although I still didn’t know who was who. Maybe if I got closer I could learn more.

Based on the way Melissa had acted when she saw me, I guessed that Mommy might have let the others know what she was planning. If that was true, then my sister and I should be able to move in and watch and listen without giving ourselves away as long as Casey or Candy didn’t see us too soon. I was ready to try.

As I looked around to the other side, I saw that my mother was sitting on the arm of the chair. She was leaning down, apparently kissing the new girl, although I couldn’t tell for sure.

On the sofa, meanwhile, things had progressed very quickly. There was a leg sticking up now, a long shapely leg wearing an ankle boot, stretched high over the back of the sofa. That leg belonged to the other new girl. Danni was poised above her, on her hands and knees. She seemed to be kissing the girl or something, although from where I was I couldn’t really see what they were doing. What I could see, however, was what Melissa was doing behind Danni. She had pushed the teenager’s skirt all the way up and she was licking and kissing her bare bottom!

Ooh, now I really did want to get a better look at everything. I decided that my next hiding place would be behind a small cabinet on the other side of the kitchen doorway from where I was. It was closer to the chair my mother and the girl were in. From there, I should be able to see a lot more. I caught Kate’s eye and indicated that we both should sneak a little farther into the room.

It was easy getting to my new spot. No one seemed to notice at all. They were pretty heavily into what they were doing. My mom was definitely kissing the girl in the chair, either Casey or Candy, and it looked like she was fondling her breasts through her dress as well. The girl was stroking my mother’s back, and as I watched, one hand slid down to caress her bottom.

I crawled slowly forward on my hands and knees. Now I was within two feet or so of the chair. I could easily hear my mom and the girl kissing and sighing. I could see the sofa much better too. Danni had a hand under the dress of the girl she was kissing, sliding it up her thigh, toward her crotch. And it looked like Melissa was actually licking Danni’s pussy from behind, maybe even fingering her.

I wasn’t sure where Kate had gone to, but — but then a little face peeked around the end of the sofa, right behind the new girl’s head. From where Kate was now, she would be able to see all the action on the sofa in addition to having a great view of Tracy and Carla on the loveseat. Good job!

I took a chance on moving closer myself, shifting around so I could begin to see the face of the girl my mom was kissing. I could see the new one on the sofa that way a lot better too. Both girls were sitting, or almost lying down, but they appeared to be about medium height, very slim, with great legs, and quite pretty. They were both brunettes, as I said, and they were both wearing a lot of makeup, heavy eye shadow, dark mascara, and bright red lipstick. It was hard at first to tell how old they were, although later I learned that they were 18 and 20.

But what startled me as I got my first good look at them was how very much alike they looked — so much alike that I thought they might even be sisters. Could they be? That would make it extra exciting!

I could hear my mother murmuring to the girl whose breasts she was squeezing through the dress. She called her Casey. So if that was Casey with her on the chair, it would have to be Candy on the sofa, the one being pawed by Danni.

And speaking of Danni, just then she reached a hand behind her head, grabbed the neck of the tight sweater she was wearing, and briskly pulled it off. She was braless. She took a breast in her hand and held it in front of Candy’s mouth. The girl eagerly began sucking on Danni’s erect nipple.

I sat back for a moment and thought to myself, how incredibly amazing this is. There are seven great-looking girls and women in this room, along with me and Kate, and they’re kissing and touching and soon they’ll all be naked — and we get to sneak around and watch everything, getting as close as we want. What an awesome idea my mother had!

As I thought about that, I felt my own nipples getting full and stiff. I slid a hand down to caress my pussy. It was already wet. This was going to be a very arousing night.

Continue on to Chapter 52

By Naughty Mommy

Not long after we arrived home from our wonderful dinner, my mother went to the kitchen phone to call her sister. Apparently the answering machine picked up, because I heard her starting to leave a message.

Just then, Jordan came racing out from her bedroom. She’d already taken off the pretty dress she wore to the restaurant and now was in nothing but a tiny pair of panties. She jumped into my arms.

“Mommy, are we gonna take a bath? Is Nanna gonna take it with us? Can we all fit in the tub?” She was breathless with anticipation.

I laughed, “Well, I don’t know if we could all fit at once, honey. Probably not, it’s not a very big tub. But I’m sure we’ll think of something.”

My mother finished the message, then came and sat on the sofa, squeezing in beside me. “I’ll call them again tomorrow and make sure everything’s set. I know she and Stephanie are excited about the trip.”

“I am too,” I told her. “I really am. It should be fun.”

“Speaking of fun…” Nanna reached out to fondle her granddaughter’s nipple, making Jordan giggle excitedly.

“She wants to know if the three of us can take a bath together,” I chuckled. “That could be a tight squeeze.”

“Hm, well, maybe.” My mother laid her hand on my thigh, sliding it up between my legs under the short leather skirt I was wearing. “I kind of like the idea of a tight squeeze with you. With both of you.”

I opened my bare legs, allowing her hand to move up even farther, until it reached my crotch. Jordan was watching closely. My mother started rubbing my pussy through my thin panties, then leaned toward me, parting her lips and bringing her mouth to mine.

We kissed wetly, my mother’s tongue in my mouth, her hand groping between my legs. Then I felt other hands on my breasts, small hands. It was my little girl. I opened my eyes and looked at Jordan. She was straddling my thigh, humping my leg, her face becoming flushed with erotic arousal as she fumbled to unbutton my blouse. My mother was kissing my neck now, licking and sucking. She pulled roughly on my panties, tugging them aside, eager to get at my sex.

“Wait a minute, you two,” I laughed. “Are we… shouldn’t we go in the bedroom or something?”

“What’s wrong with right here?” My mother murmured as she slipped her fingers between my labia. I was already very juicy, very turned on.

“Yeah, Mommy, Nanna and me played Pony-Pony on the sofa before. Didn’t we, Nanna?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Pony-Pony? What’s that?” I managed to ask as I felt a finger enter my vagina.

My mother sat up now, grinning at me. With one hand she pushed her hair back from her face. The other hand she left where it was, between my legs, her finger sliding slowly in and out. “You don’t know what Pony-Pony is?”

“No, I don’t,” I replied, licking my lips. I was watching my daughter. Jordan had managed to get my blouse open and she’d discovered the front clasp on my bra, which she was unhooking. “It’s not the same as Pony?”

“Uh-uh,” my little girl shook her head, “it’s different.” She put her hands over my breasts, squeezing the nipples. I gasped in pleasure.

“Do you want to show your Mommy how we play Pony-Pony?” Nanna asked.

“In a minute. First I wanna do this.” Jordan took one of my long nipples into her mouth and began sucking. I laid my head back, closing my eyes. It felt so good.

My mother was kissing my neck, my daughter was sucking my nipple, my mother was fucking my pussy, my daughter was humping my leg, and I was almost instantaneously on the verge of an orgasm.

As I felt Jordan’s hand grabbing my other tit, pinching the nipple very hard while she sucked and bit the nipple in her mouth — she somehow knew exactly what I liked best, what would please me the most — and as I felt my mother slide a second finger inside of me, while also massaging my clit with her thumb, I felt my whole body begin to tremble and quake. But not quite there yet, not quite, almost. Just two or three more deep plunges of my mom’s long fingers, reaching up inside me, a few more strokes of her thumb on my clit, another squeeze of my nipple from my little girl, my hot sexy 7-year-old daughter who was sucking my tit, and —

I came very hard and very wetly.

Later I thought to myself, it’s a good thing we have such an old sofa, already worn and stained, because I really left a gooey mess on it. But at the time I wasn’t thinking about that, or about much of anything at all. I was just letting myself enjoy the unrestrained pleasure of an incestuous lesbian orgasm, my daughter sucking me, my mother fucking me, and me climaxing with them and for them. It was sheer delight.

It took me a minute or so to recover, and when I did, I found my mom and my daughter directly in front of my eyes, leaning across from either side, kissing, using their tongues, both sort of moaning and sighing as they enjoyed each other’s mouths. I watched them for a bit, just taking in the wondrous sight, before saying, softly, “Hey, you two, shall we go take a bath now?”

They ended the kiss, both smiling at me. Then Jordan said, “Not yet, Mommy. We have to show you Pony-Pony, remember?”

“Oh, that’s right, I forgot. What’s Pony-Pony?”

“You have to get up so we can do it.”

As I stood, somewhat unsteadily, my little girl skinned out of her undies, leaving herself totally nude. She lay down on the sofa on her back, with one foot on the floor and the other high on the back of the sofa.

Nanna smiled at her. “So you want me on top?”

“Yeah,” Jordan nodded.

“Okay. Let me get out of these clothes.”

My mother was still completely dressed, except for her shoes. I was about half-dressed myself, with my blouse and bra hanging open, my leather skirt bunched around my waist, and my panties askew. Jordan, of course, was sprawled naked on the couch, her little pussy in plain sight. It would have made an interesting tableau for someone coming in and finding us that way.

A minute later we were all three undressed.

“Why don’t you tell your Mommy how we play Pony-Pony,” my mother suggested, as she began to position herself on top of my daughter.

“Okay, um, instead of riding Pony on the tongue, like before, now we just ride Pony on the Pony. See?”

“Okay,” I nodded. The explanation didn’t make a lot of sense to me, but it was pretty clear what they were doing once they started.

My mother straddled Jordan’s leg, the leg facing the floor, while putting her knee under her other thigh. As she slid in close, bringing their vulvas almost together, she whispered, “Open it up for me, baby.”

I saw my little girl reach down to separate her pussy lips, pulling her labia back to expose her clit. Her Nanna did the same thing, pulling back her own labia with her fingers and then carefully lowering herself until they were joined, clit to clit, pussies kissing.

Jordan smiled up at me. “I like this. It feels really good.”

“Yes, I’ll bet it does.”

“You can do it with me too, Mommy, later.”

“Okay.”

But for now all the attention was focused on a sexy 44-year-old woman and her granddaughter, only 7, and on their two pussies. My mother began to move very slowly on top of Jordan, and it was obvious to me that with such exact positioning even the slightest motion would have a powerful impact.

Jordan groaned, her body flinching involuntarily, when her clitoris was stimulated. I had seen how wet my mother’s cunt already was, so there was really no question of lubrication. They had plenty. It was a matter of finding the right spot, the perfect spot, and then holding it and moving only a little, just a little bit, letting the pressure start to build, clits becoming even more erect, juices flowing, bodies heating up. From above it may have looked as though almost nothing was happening, just a barely perceptible movement. But I could sense, as a woman, what it must have felt like — and I wanted to try it myself!

I rubbed my pussy with my fingers as I watched them, but I wasn’t really trying to come. I was too fascinated by what I was seeing.

After only a minute or so, they were both breathing very hard. Jordan’s eyes were closed, her face pinched in concentration. I could see my mother trembling, trying to hold herself back, not let loose yet, just maintain that position, keep up the little sliding motion, wet clit on wet clit, get them both right on edge so that at the very same time they could reach the pinnacle.

Then all of a sudden Jordan was kind of huffing and puffing, her face turning red, her hands clenching the sofa cushions. Nanna saw this, heard it, moved a little faster, a little faster, she was almost ready, both almost ready, and then, and then — and then they were coming together. Wow!!

I felt as happy then as I would if I had been in the middle of it with them. Just seeing the two of them, my two lovers, seeing them experience such joy, such elation, such release, was something I will never forget. Seeing their triumph, knowing how great they both must have felt at that moment made me happier than I had ever been in my life.

I let them have their climax, their mutual simultaneous orgasms, I let them feel it all for themselves, and then, finally, as they started to come down from the summit, I just had to hold them, squeeze them, tell them both how much I loved them. We hugged and kissed and laughed together, three lesbian lovers, three generations, three united in lust and love.

And then it was bath time.

We walked hand in hand in hand into our little bathroom, a single bath in a small two-bedroom house. We crowded in together, naked and giggling, not all at once in the tub, mind you, that wouldn’t quite work. But as the tub filled up with suds and bubbles, Jordan got in first and then I joined her. Nanna started washing us, sitting or kneeling at the side of the tub, washing us both all over, everywhere. When that was done, I sat on the edge of the tub and shaved my legs and my pussy while they watched.

After I rinsed, Nanna got in the tub with Jordan, and my daughter and I washed her all over, everywhere. As I was rinsing her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples, loving how they felt under the touch of my wet fingers, playing with them, squeezing them and pulling on them, my mother started breathing hard again. I couldn’t quite see under the soapy water, but it looked as if she might be masturbating. Maybe Jordan was helping too, they both had their hands down there. Then my mother said to me, “Suck my nipples, Stacie. Suck mommy’s nipples.”

And so I did. For the first time since I was just a baby I took a woman’s nipples into my mouth — my own mother’s nipples, my sweet mommy, the woman I have loved all my life, loved and worshipped, the woman I missed so much when she was away for so long, and now she was back, my wonderful mother, my own mommy, and I was sucking her nipples. I held her other breast in my hand as I sucked, feeling its weight, its softness, lightly squeezing the breast, pinching the nipple. I shifted back and forth between her breasts, squeezing and sucking, touching and kissing, and soon my mother was climaxing. Oh what joy!

When my mom finished coming, we all three kissed again, and then we dried each other off, brushed our teeth, and headed for the bedroom.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Want me to do Pony-Pony on you now?” Jordan asked as I was pulling down the covers.

“Ooh, that sounds nice!”

So I lay back on the bed, completely naked, lifting one leg up high, offering myself to my daughter. We both used our fingers to open our labia, and then Jordan mounted me, carefully placing her pussy over mine. She started rocking back and forth on top of me, a little girl fucking her mother, clit to clit, and while she wasn’t nearly as skilled with this technique as Nanna, it felt absolutely wonderful to me.

I loved watching her that way, seeing this beautiful pre-pubescent child, all smooth soft skin, rubbing her sexy body against mine. Her movements had the effect of getting her stimulated faster than me, though, and it wasn’t very long until she was almost ready to come while I was still getting there. It actually amazed me how sexually responsive she was, how quickly she could approach orgasm — at only 7 years old!

Her eyes were shut and I could hear her whispering, “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy,” as she repeatedly slid her little clit up and down over mine. I was beginning to get close too, but it wouldn’t be soon enough to catch up with her. My daughter had both hands on my leg, the one I was holding up in the air, and now she pulled it closer to her, leaning her warm body against my thigh as she moved faster and faster and faster — and then as she started to come she wrapped both arms tightly around my leg, hugging me, thrusting her pussy against mine, crying out in passion.

Seeing her climax was nearly enough to bring me at the same time, but not quite. I just watched her, marveling at the spectacle of a young girl fucking her mom, my own little girl fucking me!

Lying beside me, my mother was watching too, and she’d been masturbating the whole time. Now, as Jordan came, so did her Nanna. I found myself surrounded by orgasms, one on top of me and another next to me, a girl and a woman coming at the same time, the intoxicating aroma of juicy female sex filling my bedroom.

At the end, when they both were fully spent, my little girl slumped into my arms and my mom curled up next to me, hugging me. We rested together, their heavy breathing slowly beginning to calm.

After a time, I reached over and switched off the bedside lamp then pulled the covers over us. Jordan had fallen asleep, her body a warm blanket on top of me. The clock said it was almost 10:00, well past her bedtime, so it was no wonder she was snoozing so soundly.

I was almost asleep too, when my mother whispered, “Stacie, I love you.”

“I love you too, Mother, very much.”

It was quiet for another minute or two, and then she asked, “How are you feeling? Are you okay with everything?”

“Uh-huh, sure, I’m fine.”

“No regrets?”

I turned toward her. “No, none at all. I feel wonderful,” I smiled.

It was dark in the room, but enough light filtered in through the curtains that I could see my mother’s face. Her eyes were open. She shifted closer to me, bringing her lips to mine, giving me a tender kiss.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay,” she said.

I took her hand, giving it a squeeze. “Yes, I really am. I’m fine.”

“Because I know I sprung an awful lot on you today, a lot of surprises.”

“You sure did,” I chuckled.

“Maybe it wasn’t right for me to… well, to do all those things I did with Jordan while you were away. It really wasn’t right. I should have talked with you about it first.”

“Mother, don’t worry.”

“I… you know, I just couldn’t help it. That’s my only excuse.”

After another soft kiss, she whispered, “I haven’t ever told you this but, do you remember when you were little, when your father was away, and I would let you spend the night in my bed? Do you remember?”

“Yes, of course I do. I loved that.”

“I did too. And, well, it’s… there’s just something about a little girl, having a little girl in bed with me… I used to become very excited then, and that’s what I’ve never told you. It excited me sexually to be so close to you, holding you and kissing you the way we did.”

“Wow, I never knew.”

“Yes, and, well, obviously I never did anything about it then. But it’s funny, isn’t it, that all these years later…”

My mother paused for a minute, then went on. “After your father and I moved to Seattle, I was very lonely. He was never there, and when he was, well, he never touched me at all. It’s like he wasn’t there even when he was. And I missed you, Stacie, so much.”

“I know, I missed you too.”

“I… I actually thought about experimenting with a woman then, after we moved. When I masturbated, that’s what I would think about, it’s what really got me hot. I thought about it all the time, but I never did anything, with a woman or with a girl, not until now.”

She went quiet again for a long while, before adding, “I’m so glad I finally did it, honey. With you, and with Jordan.”

I raised her hand to my mouth and kissed it. “I love you, Mother.”

I love you too, darling.”

And we fell asleep.

*   *   *

I was the first to wake in the morning. I lay quietly for a while, just thinking. There I was, snuggled in bed with my mother and my daughter, one on either side. These were the two people dearest to me, the people I loved most in the world — and they were also now my lovers! So much had changed in only one day. It was amazing, and it made me very happy.

But then I started to wonder, what would happen when we were on our vacation in San Diego in a few weeks with Veronica and her family, staying in the same place with them? Would they know, would they be able to tell? Would we have to try somehow to hide our newfound intimacy?

I thought some more about it.

Veronica and Stephanie were a lesbian couple. They’d been living together for four or five years now and had three kids. Was it possible that they too, like us… no, it couldn’t be. The things we’d started doing together, that kind of sexual activity between mothers and daughters, people just didn’t do such things in real life, did they? Of course, it was really happening between me and Jordan and my mom, so… who knows?

My mother yawned and stretched. She turned onto her side, facing me. “Good morning, sexy girl.”

“Good morning, Mother,” I smiled.

Pushing herself up on an elbow, she leaned over me to check on Jordan. “The little one is still asleep, huh?”

“Yep. She’s all worn out.”

“Mmm, just look at her, what a beautiful girl.”

“I know, she really is.”

My mother kissed my lips, warmly, then said, “I have a beautiful daughter and a beautiful granddaughter. What a lucky woman I am.”

She kissed me again, and now I felt her hand move to my breast, gently fondling the nipple, bringing it erect. Our lips parted, and we kissed more deeply. Her hand slid down further, between my legs. She caressed my vulva, rubbing me insistently. I felt her tongue in my mouth, her fingers opening my pussy, finding my wetness, and then she was easing down on the bed, pushing the covers away, spreading my legs.

As my daughter slept beside me, my mother put her mouth on my sex. She licked me, sucked me, tasted me, teased my clit with her tongue, slid a finger inside me. I groaned in pleasure. My own mom was eating my pussy, going down on me, and it was unbelievably satisfying, so hot and delicious, so perfect.

She made me come, and when she did, my little girl awoke. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, then gazed at the sight before her, her Nanna’s face between her Mommy’s legs, still sucking and nuzzling and kissing and licking. My daughter smiled at what she saw.

After that we got up and made breakfast, but not before sharing a nice three-way round of wet kisses, my mother’s lips still coated with my juices. It was sloppy and sweet, a wonderful way to start the day.

We had bacon and eggs and toast, along with orange juice and coffee, refueling ourselves after a day and a night of energetic lovemaking. As my mother and I cleaned up the dishes, Jordan asked what we were going to do that day.

“Nothing special that I know of,” I said. “Is there something you’d like to do?”

“Well, I didn’t get to ride Pony on you yet, Mommy, so I wanna do that. Nanna can watch I guess. And, um, and you have to do Pony-Pony on me too. We didn’t do that yet either. I wanna do all of it with you, everything we can do.”

“I don’t have to just watch, you know,” Nanna said, drying her hands on a towel.

“What do you mean?”

“Now that there are three of us, we can sort of mix things up, play both games at once.”

Jordan frowned, not understanding.

“Don’t you see?” Nanna smiled. “We can do them both together. While you’re riding Pony on your Mommy’s tongue, I can do Pony-Pony on her at the same time. Or when she does Pony-Pony on you, I can ride Pony on your tongue. See? We can do them all together, at once.”

“Wow…” My daughter’s eyes went wide, her face aglow with the possibilities.

She grabbed my hand. “C’mon, let’s go do it now!!”

“Yeah, let’s!” I agreed, sweeping her up in my arms and kissing her.

My mother laughed. She kissed us too, but then she said, “Before I forget, though, I want to call Veronica again. It’ll just take a minute, and then we can play our nice games all day long if you want to.”

Jordan and I went out to the living room while Nanna got on the phone. We sat on the sofa, holding hands, my little girl describing all the different variations she could think of for our sexual acrobatics with each other.

A few minutes later, my mother ended the call and then joined us.

“Veronica sends her love,” she said with a smile. “They all do. And they’re really looking forward to going on the trip with us.”

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Far away, in San Francisco, Veronica hung up the phone and went to find Stephanie to tell her about the conversation with her sister. She found her in the bedroom, looking at something on the computer.

“So, it looks like we’re all set,” Veronica announced. “Isn’t it great? A whole week on the beach in San Diego — Carol’s already paid for the condo, all we have to do is get down there, and I assume pay for our own food and stuff. What do you think, should we drive or fly?”

“I’m not sure, we’ll have to think about it. This should be a lot of fun, though. I’ve just been looking at some information on the condo.”

“Oh, so that’s what you’re up to.” Veronica leaned over Stephanie’s shoulder, peering at the screen. “I figured you were looking at porn, as usual.”

“No, not this time,” Stephanie chuckled, “or not yet anyway. But check this out, it says the condo is connected with a big fancy hotel, the Playa del Mar. It looks like there are some really nice restaurants there too, a health club, massages, the whole bit. We should have a ball.”

“Wow, that’s awesome.” Veronica tapped on the keyboard, enlarging a picture of the hotel complex. “I can’t wait. Shall we go tell the girls?”

“Yeah, let’s!”

The story continues… HERE

By Naughty Mommy

After our amazing adventure with Carla, I was definitely ready for more fun, for even more edgy lesbian excitement. However, things seemed to settle down for the next few weeks. Part of that, I think, was because our mother wanted to make sure Kate and I were not too distracted from our schoolwork or our other responsibilities. She told us we couldn’t watch pornography and masturbate with her except on Friday or Saturday nights. We sometimes nagged her about wanting to do it during the week too, but she was stern about refusing.

My sister had her regular basketball practice, we attended her games, and I went babysitting a couple more times. It got to where our lives were just starting to seem too darn normal. And so I decided to shake things up a bit.

One day after school, I took the bus downtown, getting off at a stop near some big office buildings, and then going inside one of them. I felt myself getting tense as I rode the elevator up to the 25th floor. Entering the lobby of the law firm where my mom was now a partner, I approached Evelyn, the receptionist, a very nice middle-aged woman I had met a few times.

“Hi, Julie, what are you doing here today?” she smiled. “Did you need to see your mother?”

“Yeah, I — oh, sorry, I mean, yes, please. Is she busy?”

“No, I don’t think she is. Let me just check for you.”

She picked up the phone and buzzed my mom’s secretary, and then I was given permission to go in.

My stomach churned as I walked down the hall to her office. My mouth was dry. I’d been thinking about doing this for several days, planning it, but now that the moment was here, I was very nervous.

“Hello, Julie, it’s so nice to see you again.” Rochelle, my mother’s secretary (actually, her title was Executive Assistant) was a redhead, about 35, kind of plump and not very pretty but sweet. My mom always said she was totally great at her job, too, which I suppose was the most important thing. “You can go right in.”

I went through my mother’s door, which was closed. I closed it again behind me. She got up from her desk and greeted me with a hug. “Darling, what are you doing down here? Is everything okay?”

She was wearing a navy blue skirt, knee-length, along with a crisp white long-sleeved blouse. She looked conservative and professional and very attractive.

“Yeah, it’s fine, Mom, everything’s fine,” I smiled. “I just wanted to come and see you. You can, like, keep doing your work and stuff. I’ll just sit and wait until you’re done. Maybe do homework or something.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She touched my cheek, looking into my eyes, frowning. “There’s nothing wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong. But, um, will it bother you if I just stay here until you finish everything?”

“Of course it won’t bother me, not at all. You want to sit at the table and do your work?” There was a small round table on one side of the office with four chairs around it.

“No, I, I’d rather sit by you. By your desk.” I went to the chair that faced her desk, put my backpack on the floor and sat.

“Okay.” Still frowning, but trying to smile, she returned to her office chair. “I’ve got a brief here that I’m reviewing. It won’t take long. We can leave in a half hour or so.”

“All right.”

I got a history textbook out of my backpack and opened it, pretending to start reading a chapter. The truth was I didn’t have any homework I hadn’t already finished. My mother resumed studying her brief.

After a few minutes, I casually lifted my leg, placing one foot on the edge of the chair. That morning I had deliberately chosen to wear a skirt to school instead of the pants or jeans I typically wore. Although I kept my eyes on the book I wasn’t reading, I was able to tell that my mom had looked up to see the way I was sitting. She didn’t say anything about it, but I’m pretty sure she frowned again.

A few minutes later, I lifted the other foot up. My feet were wide apart, my pleated skirt falling around my waist, my white cotton little girl panties exposed. I kept my eyes firmly on the book, feigning innocence.

My mother cleared her throat. “Julie, what are you doing?”

“Nothing, Mom. Just my homework.”

I heard her sigh, and it seemed like she wanted to say something else, but she didn’t. I could tell her eyes were still on me. Keeping my nose in the history book, I slowly slid a hand around under my thigh and started caressing my pussy through my panties.

“Julie, stop that!” My mother whispered angrily.

“Stop what?”

“You know perfectly well what I’m talking about. Now stop it. You can’t do that here.”

I pulled the panties aside, letting her see my smooth labia.

“What — you can’t do that! What if someone comes in?”

“Don’t you like to look at me?” I teased.

“Of course I do. You know I do. But not, not here. What if someone comes in?”

“Won’t they knock first?”

“Yes, but —”

“Then I’ll just put my legs down.” I demonstrated, putting my feet on the floor, appearing to be a prim young schoolgirl.

“All right, now just stay that way. We can leave in a minute.”

But I didn’t stay that way. Instead, I stood up and reached under my skirt, pulling my little white panties down and off. I sat in the chair again and put both feet back on the seat, my legs wide apart. Grinning, I tossed the panties onto her desk. She quickly grabbed them and hid them on her lap.

“Julie, you’re being very bad!” Her words sounded angry, and yet I could see a smile forming at the corner of her lips. “I like it.”

I didn’t pick up my book again. I slipped both hands around my thighs and gently stroked my pussy lips. I could tell I was very wet inside. “Look at me, Mommy.”

Slowly I parted my lips. She was staring at me. Her eyes went wide as she saw the moisture gleaming inside my pink center.

“Julie, you, I love it, but, I, you really have to stop now…” She had one hand in her lap. Her chair was pushed up to the desk, so I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I guessed she was touching herself.

After dipping a finger inside the opening of my vagina, coating it with my fluids, I began caressing my little clit. I sighed with pleasure.

“No, honey, not… I, we have to stop…” Her movements, however, were becoming more urgent. It didn’t look as though she was going to stop.

“Mommy, I miss you so much when you’re at work and I’m alone,” I told her, in a tiny girl voice. “It makes me want to play with myself.”

“Oh, Julie…”

Still rubbing my clit with one hand, I slid the middle finger of my other hand up inside my pussy. “It makes me want to fuck myself, Mommy. It makes me want to come when I think about you.”

“Honey, no, we can’t…” Her face was flushed. She licked her lips as she stared at me, her hand moving rapidly in her lap.

“I wish you could come over here right now and kiss my little pussy, Mommy. I wish you could lick me. I want to come in your mouth, Mommy. I don’t care if anyone comes in here. I want them to see us.”

“Julie — you’re — you’re gonna make me —”

I rubbed my clit faster. It looked like she was close and I wanted to keep up with her. I could feel my climax approaching. “Mommy, I’m gonna come, right here in your office.”

“Oh — ahh — OHH!!” She shuddered and groaned as her orgasm shook her. She managed to keep her eyes open, to keep looking at my pussy as I fucked myself.

I pressed my finger inside my cunt as far as it would go and rubbed my clit harder. “Mommy, Mommy, watch me, watch me, I’m — now!!”

And I climaxed too. Fortunately, no one did come in and find us that way, a mother and her young daughter masturbating as they watched each other. What a scandal that would be!

We both finished our orgasms, panting and sighing, licking our lips. I put my legs down and smoothed my skirt over my thighs. My mom lifted her hand from her lap and sucked her fingers. She smiled at me and I smiled at her. I picked up my history book.

“I wish you wouldn’t keep distracting me,” I said. “I really have to get this homework done.”

She laughed.

On the way home in the car, I started having second thoughts.

“Mommy, um, if somebody really did come in and see us, see what we were doing there, I mean, you could get in big trouble, right?”

“Well, not really in trouble, perhaps, but it certainly could create a problem. That didn’t happen, though. No one would come in without knocking, or more likely, without calling me first.”

“I know, but, I mean, what if they did? It’s just, I’m really sorry, Mommy. I think it probably was a bad thing for me to do.”

“Oh, precious, please don’t worry about it.” She patted my knee, reassuring me. “You’re such a good girl. No one saw us, and everything is fine. All right?”

She looked over at me and I tried to smile, still a little upset.

“I’m glad you came to see me today, honey. We had fun, didn’t we?”

“Yeah, we did, but…”

“Maybe, though, in the future,” my mother continued, “if we want to do that again, we should try it somewhere else instead of in my office, just to be safe. Okay?”

“Okay,” I nodded.

Now I did feel better, because we’d agreed on what the boundaries should be. “I’m glad I did it this time, though.” I grinned at her and she blew me a kiss.

* * *

That was on a Thursday. After dinner that night, the phone rang. It was Elaine Gallagher asking if I could babysit for her on Saturday. My mom took the phone from me and told her, no, she was sorry, but that she’d made plans for us that night. She said I could come on Friday if that would work. Apparently, though, Elaine couldn’t find a date for Friday, so I stayed home.

I’m glad I did, because it gave Kate and me another chance to watch lesbian porn with Mommy and masturbate with her. We hadn’t been able to do that nearly as much as I wanted, only three or four times so far. Often I was babysitting on Friday or Saturday nights, and if I wasn’t, sometimes Mommy decided to go out herself. She told us we were not allowed to watch porn on our own, only with her. We didn’t like that rule much, but reluctantly we obeyed.

Anyway, that Friday night after Molly had been asleep for a while, we gathered in our mother’s bedroom and she let us pick the one we wanted to see. We chose something called Confessions of the Make-Up Artist. Settling naked into her bed with Mommy’s laptop on the little tray, we watched the sexy action on the screen and touched ourselves and soon we were all climaxing. It was a really hot movie.

We went on that way for more than an hour, masturbating, sometimes kissing, and even fondling each other’s erect nipples too. I wanted to do more than that, of course, much more. I really wanted to do with my mom and Kate everything I’d seen the girls do in those exciting videos. But I was willing to wait. I was sure that would all happen sooner or later.

About 11:30, before the movie was even over, Mommy turned it off and said it was time we went to bed. We started to complain, but when she told us the reason why, we didn’t mind.

“I’m going out tomorrow night, and when I come back, I’m bringing some very special friends with me. I think you’re going to like this a lot,” she leered at us. “So, I want you to try to get some extra sleep tonight because tomorrow night, well, we might all be up pretty late. Okay?”

We both nodded, excited and intensely curious about what she was planning.

“That’s why you couldn’t babysit for Elaine tomorrow, cutie,” she winked at me and tweaked my nose. “Because I didn’t want you to miss this. You’re not upset about that, are you?”

“No, of course not,” I giggled. “But, um, what’s going to happen tomorrow? Can you tell us anything?”

“Yeah, please, Mommy? Tell us!” Kate urged.

“Before I leave tomorrow night, we’ll talk about it some more, all right? Tomorrow. Right now, though, I want you two little sex kittens to get to bed. Masturbate again if you need to, but then please try to fall asleep. I want you both nice and rested when tomorrow comes.”

The way she said that made me think the next night really would be something special. Kate, I was sure, felt the same way. After giving our mother big hugs and kisses, we happily left her bed and went to our own rooms.
I had a hard time falling asleep. Lying in the dark, I thought about everything for a long time: the sexy movie we’d just watched, all the exciting adventures Mommy had already arranged for me and my sister, what tomorrow night might bring. I masturbated a couple of times, partly because I was still very turned on, but also hoping it might help me to feel sleepy. And just as I was starting to drift off, I heard something.

It was my little sister’s voice. Molly’s voice, out in the hall. I thought I could hear my mother’s voice too, although I couldn’t tell what they were saying. After a few seconds, it was quiet again.

I’d heard something like that before, more than once. I wondered what it might mean. Was Molly sick? Or maybe… could it be… after arguing with myself about whether I should just ignore it again and try to fall asleep or possibly get up this time and investigate, I made my decision.

Getting out of bed, I stepped into the hall, naked. I walked silently to Molly’s door, which was ajar. I listened for a moment but didn’t hear anything. Slowly pushing the door open, I looked inside. Her bed was empty.

I went to my mother’s bedroom door, which was closed, and stopped outside. I listened.

There were sounds. Muffled sounds, barely audible. I had to listen very closely. Then I began to discern what they were.

“Yes, baby, that’s Mommy’s girl, good little girl…”

My mother’s voice, cooing softly.

“Ooh, Mommy likes that so much… yes, little baby, that’s right, mmm, so nice…”

What could they be doing?

“Uh-huh, oh god yes, mmm, good girl, good little girl…”

She sounded very excited.

“Mmm, uh-huh, yes baby, yes baby, just like that, ooh god that’s so nice…”

I thought I could hear that familiar rhythm, that regular pattern of panting and moaning that meant my mother was approaching an orgasm.

“Good Molly, good Molly girl, uh-huh, oh yes, so good, so good…”

Now it was unmistakable. My mother was clearly getting close to a climax. And she was with my baby sister! Oh my god, it was so hot!!

“Molly, Molly, yeah, now, uh-huh… oh god, oh god…”

Suddenly I realized that I was touching myself. I was masturbating outside her door as I listened.

“Oh god… Molly, mmm, Molly, uh-huh, yes, yes, yes, ohhh… GOD!!”

She was coming. My mommy was coming with my little sister! It made me so wet to think about it. I rubbed my clit faster as I heard the cries of her powerful climax.

“God!! God!! Oh — GOD!!!”

Then it was over. She was quiet again, except for the faint sounds of breathing and maybe some kissing, a few soft whispered words, but nothing I could make out.

I wanted to go in and see. I wanted to join them, but I didn’t dare. I went quickly to my own room and got in bed. Only a minute later, I heard my mother’s bedroom door open and footsteps in the hall. It sounded like she was putting Molly back to bed. I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep in case she came into my room to check on me. I didn’t want her to know, for some reason, that I had been spying.

But she didn’t come in. She went back to her room and then all was quiet.

I turned from my side onto my back. I ran my hands up and down my naked body, thinking about what I had just heard, wondering what it meant, imagining the possibilities.

Within minutes I was climaxing, squeezing my hands between my legs, feeling my hot liquids oozing out. I came two more times, massive, huge orgasms. The thought of my mother and my little sister doing — doing whatever they were doing was maybe the most exciting thing I had ever thought about. And this wasn’t just a fantasy, this was real, they were actually doing it — whatever it was they might be doing. I turned onto my stomach, rubbed myself some more, and came a fourth time and then a fifth time. Despite what my mom had hoped, that maybe Kate and I could get some extra sleep that night, that certainly wasn’t the case with me.

But I didn’t mind. I could sleep another time, another night. Right now all I wanted to do was picture my mom and my little blonde baby sister naked in bed together. I have no idea how long I played with myself that night or when I finally drifted off, but I’m sure it was very, very late.

Continue on to Chapter 51

By Naughty Mommy

Beside me on the bed, Kate was squealing, in the middle of an orgasm. Carla was gasping and moaning too, climaxing at the same time.

My mom cried loudly, “Fuck me, Julie!” as she pressed our twined fingers deep inside herself. She was coming, and I had already started mine. I’d begun first, I think, or anyway, I finished first.

As my little pussy completed its orgasmic reverie and I was able to open my eyes, I looked down and saw — my body lying on top of my mother’s body, with four hands between my/our legs — and I not only saw but could feel that my finger was buried deep inside my mommy’s vagina. Oh what a moment that was!

She was still shuddering, still coming, her fingers tightly squeezing mine as she panted and groaned beneath me. I remember thinking to myself, this will never happen again, not ever again for the very first time. I want to have my fingers and also my tongue inside my mother’s cunt many times in my life, but this is the first time. Even if it’s only one finger and it’s clasped between two of hers, it’s happening for the first time right now.

The way we were lying, our faces were almost next to each other. I turned and kissed her cheek, tasting her salty sweat. She was red-faced, grimacing, straining with the power of her orgasm. I’d watched her come so many times, but this was one of the strongest I’d seen. I closed my eyes again so I could soak in all the sensations… the warmth of her body, the smell of our sex, the way her hands held my hands so tightly… I felt the heat of her vagina surrounding my finger, all the wetness inside her, and I thought maybe I could even feel the pulsing of her climax.

I kissed her again and licked her cheek. She turned to me and our mouths met. We didn’t really kiss, but we played with each other’s tongues, lips apart, hot breath mixing, saliva blending. Soon we were licking everywhere, and now starting to laugh, making a mess of each other’s faces, but what a delicious, joyous, erotic mess it was.

As her orgasm ended, we each shifted onto our sides, facing one another, tenderly touching and kissing. “Oh, Julie, I love you so much,” she whispered, caressing my cheeks, her fingers wet with my juices and hers. “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy,” I just kept repeating.

More happened that night, much more, although nothing that could possibly top the sheer ecstasy of that amazing dual/unison orgasm I shared with my wonderful mom. But that doesn’t mean the rest wasn’t fun and exciting.

At one point, they changed the video, putting on a different one that was more explicit, more hard-core. It had things in it I’d never seen before, like women putting their fingers and tongues inside other women’s buttholes. I didn’t like that too much, but it was interesting to see. In that same video, there was a scene with a woman wearing a strap-on (I later learned that’s what it’s called), and she was fucking another woman with this huge black penis thing. Carla said she wanted my mom to do that with her, and so they did.

Kate and I gaped as our mother strapped a contraption on herself (the fake penis was purple, not black) and then rubbed lubrication on it and started fucking Carla from behind. Carla really seemed to love that. She kept screaming ‘Fuck me harder!’ and ‘Make me come!’ and our mother was saying stuff like ‘You want it, bitch?’ or ‘You want me to fuck your fucking cunt?’ and pretty soon Carla had an orgasm.

Neither my sister nor myself was masturbating as we watched this. I think we were too overcome with the bizarre novelty of it to get very aroused. But as soon as they finished with the strap-on, Mommy took it off and got on top of Carla on the bed, briskly turning her over so she could begin fucking her pussy to pussy. That was something I loved to see.

I got up next to my mom as she mounted the woman. I stroked her warm back, sliding my hand down to her bottom while my other hand was rubbing my clit. “Fuck her, Mommy,” I said, “I love to watch you fucking her! Make her come while I watch you!” Kate went to the other side and we were both very close to them. As my sister fucked herself with her finger, she put her other hand on Carla’s tits, squeezing them and pinching her nipples.

Within a few minutes, Carla had a climax that way. Our mom didn’t, but it looked like she wanted one very badly. She crawled up on top of the brunette, took her head firmly in her hands and ordered her to stick out her tongue. Carla was still short of breath from her orgasm, it appeared, panting and gasping, but she obeyed. She opened her mouth and held out her tongue. Mommy spread her pussy lips with her fingers, then lowered her cunt onto Carla’s face.

She started riding the woman, pressing her pussy down hard onto her mouth, sliding her cunt back and forth, faster and faster. “Fuck me with your tongue, you little whore!” she cried. Kate and I were amazed. Again we shifted around to where we could see better, on our knees just behind Carla’s head. We were both still masturbating.

Mommy had been staring down at Carla as she fucked her face that way. But when she noticed us moving, she looked up. Holding the brunette’s head tightly in her hands, she continued rubbing her cunt up and down over her mouth, faster and harder, and she said, “Look at me, girls. Look at what your mommy is doing.”

Her face was flushed, dripping with sweat, what was left of her makeup badly smeared. Her blonde hair was a wreck, flying everywhere. She looked magnificent.

“I’m fucking this woman’s face with my cunt. I’m rubbing my cunt all over her. Do you like looking at me this way?”

We both nodded, wide-eyed.

“Tell me you like to look at Mommy having sex. Tell me you want to watch Mommy come on her face!” she demanded.

“Yes, Mommy,” I urged, as I rubbed my clit. “I want to see you come on her face! Fuck her with your cunt, Mommy! Fuck her with your cunt and come in her mouth!”

“Oh, god, I’m c— UNH!!” cried Kate.

I was very close too. “Mommy come for me! Come for me! Come hard all over her face!”

And then she did.

My mother was climaxing, Kate was climaxing, and I started climaxing too. Hot, sweaty, juicy, dirty, sexy — oh, what a night that was!

Those turned out to be the last of our orgasms that evening on Carla’s bed. It was very late, and we were all spent. The movie we were only half-watching had ended a while ago.

As Mommy completed her final shudders on top of Carla’s mouth, she slowly climbed off of her and then bent down to give the woman a gentle kiss, wiping her face clean with her fingers. My sister and I were lying side by side, panting, both still recovering. Our mother helped us get under the covers, and then she and Carla joined us there. Mommy kissed us, told us she loved us, and said goodnight.

I was surprised. I had expected that when we were finally done, we would drive home, but we didn’t. I remembered, though, that Mommy had said something to Danni about seeing her tomorrow, and now I knew what she meant.

* * *

In the morning, when I awoke, I wondered for a moment where I was. The room was strange, the bed unfamiliar. Oh, of course, I recalled, this is Carla’s room. And beside me, behind me, here in bed, that must be my mother. At least I think that’s who it is. It smells like her, but I can’t remember exactly who was where when we fell asleep.

I was on my side, facing away, toward the wall and a window. It was light outside. I turned over and saw that it was my mom next to me. She was on her side, facing toward me. Her pretty blue eyes were open. She smiled. I snuggled close to her. We shared a tender good morning kiss.

“Hey, pumpkin,” she breathed. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Yeah, I did,” I nodded.

She kissed me again, softly, two more times. But when she pulled away, she seemed concerned. She whispered, “Sweetie, I… there’s something I think I need to say.”

“What, Mommy?”

“It’s just… I, I really hope I didn’t scare you last night. Sometimes, you know, I get a little carried away, and I worry that I’ve gone too far, done too much.”

“No, Mommy, it’s fine. I like that. Honest, I do.”

I smiled and gave her a little kiss, but she still looked worried. So I added, “It really is cool to see you getting kind of, I don’t know, like wild or extreme or something. It’s fun and exciting.”

She grinned.

“And, um, and also, Mommy, I always want you to be however you want to be. You know, to act whatever way you feel like acting, to show me just, like, who you really are. Because, I mean, I want to be closer to you than to anyone ever, you know?”

My mother looked deeply into my eyes. She nodded, “Yes, honey, I do know. I want that too.”

We kissed again, and this time her kiss was more urgent, more desiring. I felt her tongue teasing my lips. After the kiss, she hugged me, pulling my naked body to hers. She felt so warm, so comforting. We cuddled for a while after that, sharing tender caresses, soft kisses, not speaking, just being close, breathing, looking into each other’s eyes, so intimate, so close, so in love…

I could have stayed that way all day, forever, but in another few minutes, we felt someone stir. It was Carla. She got up and left the bed, going into the bathroom and relieving herself. We heard the sounds, the toilet flushing, a yawn.

My mom turned to look at her as Carla came back into the room.

The beautiful brunette was wearing a silk robe, magenta, sashed around the waist. She stretched languidly and then, when she saw that we were awake, she smiled, “Good morning. Want me to make some coffee?”

“That would be lovely,” my mother said.

I got up on my elbow to look over at Kate. Still fast asleep.

“What a little angel she is,” sighed my mom.

Carla grinned, “But she can be kind of a devil too. A sexy little devil.” She winked at us before leaving the room to go downstairs and make coffee.

Kate didn’t move.

My mother was gathering me to her for more cuddling when she stopped and said, “I really should go down and help her. We are her guests, after all.” Then suddenly she began to laugh.

“What’s funny?” I asked.

“Oh, I was just thinking to myself that we need a few things at the store for dinner tonight, and maybe we’ll stop on the way home to get them — but then I remembered how we were dressed last night.”

I giggled, “People were staring at us in the mall and in the restaurant. Imagine how they’d look at us in the grocery store!”

“I know!”

We both laughed loudly, and that woke Kate up. She was on her stomach, facing away from us. Slowly, she raised her head and turned our way, blinking sleepily “…mmfgh… g’morning…”

“Hi, cutie pie,” Mommy chuckled. “Did you sleep well?”

My sister put her head back on the pillow and closed her eyes. “I don’t know, maybe,” she yawned.

“Hey, now, come on, get up. We have to have breakfast.”

My mother surprised me then by climbing up on Kate’s back, straddling her bottom. Putting her hands around her waist, she squeezed and tickled her. “Get up out of bed, sleepyhead!”

“Mommy!!” Kate laughed, squirming beneath her.

It was exciting to see them playing that way. It wasn’t really sexual, but they were both naked, and my mother’s pussy was pressed up against my sister’s bottom. I felt myself getting aroused as I watched.

Just then Carla came back into the room. “I remembered that — oh! More fun and games this morning?”

Mommy slid off Kate’s back. She slapped her on the bum. “No, I was just waking this little kid up. I really meant to come downstairs and help you.”

“Oh, that’s okay, the coffee’s brewing,” Carla responded, as she stepped into the large walk-in closet. She called, “I just remembered that you don’t have any other clothes, so I thought you might want to borrow some robes.”

She came out holding three gorgeous silk robes in her arms, one red, one pink, one white. Laying them on the bed, she beamed, “You can pick your colors. What would you guys like for breakfast?”
We had scrambled eggs that Mommy made, along with sausage and toast and juice. It was really fun, being in another woman’s house, wearing only a robe with nothing on underneath, cooking and eating and talking. I felt sort of grown-up, like a real woman of the world, ha-ha.

After breakfast and doing the dishes, we took a shower together. Carla had this big shower stall with two nozzles so we could all get in there at once. And that was even more fun! We helped each other wash, soapy fingers and hands sliding almost everywhere. There was a lot of kissing too, and although none of us had an orgasm there was plenty of sexual tension.

I thought that maybe when we finished we would get back in bed, but we didn’t. Anyway, that would have just made us all sweaty and messy again, and then we would have had to take another shower. It could be like a never-ending cycle. Maybe not such a bad idea!

But we just got dressed instead. As I put on my red undies, I reached between my legs and touched myself. My pussy was really wet. I would have to masturbate when we got home, I decided.

While we drove, I kept thinking about everything, about looking at porn with them, and seeing my mom act so nasty and dirty with Carla, and watching my sister use that vibrator to give herself an orgasm, and the way my mother and I had masturbated together, and then I just couldn’t wait. Right there in the car, I tugged up my short skirt and pulled my panties aside and started playing with myself. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.

Kate heard me moaning. Leaning over from the backseat, she looked down at me. “God, Julie, you’re like… I don’t know, like…”

“I’m insatiable,” I told her.

That made my mother chuckle. She put her hand on my bare thigh and kept it there as I masturbated. Before we reached home, I reached orgasm.

* * *

Mommy was right. The hickey she had given me was huge, dark and purple, high on my neck. There was no possibility of hiding this one.

I looked at myself in the mirror in my bedroom, rubbing the spot. I smiled as I remembered how it had felt to receive it. And then I imagined trying to explain it to the kids at school. ‘Where’d you get that?’ they would ask. ‘Oh, it’s from my mom, she gave it to me,’ I would blithely respond. Not really, of course, but it was fun to picture the reaction that would get.

When I went downstairs, having changed into jeans and a t-shirt, Danni was just leaving. At the door, my mother gave her a kiss on the lips. “Thank you, darling, we’ll see you again soon.”

“Bye, Danni!” Molly jumped into her arms. They hugged tightly, the teen caressing my little sister’s bottom. Very interesting.

She left, and Mommy went upstairs to change her clothes. Kate was in her own bedroom, presumably changing too, or maybe taking a nap. She needed more sleep than I did.

Molly and I walked hand in hand to the family room. “You want to play something?” I asked. “Maybe dolls? Or Legos?”

“Yeah, but…” she studied me, frowning. “What happened to your neck?”

Instantly I blushed and stammered, “Oh, it’s, um, I, I got a bite, and I was just scratching myself too much, I guess.”

I felt bad about lying to her, although what I said was actually sort of true — if you figure it was our mother who bit me, and that scratching myself means masturbating, which is what I was doing at the time. Close enough, anyway.

Molly seemed to accept my explanation. We started getting out her tubs of Legos. She wanted us to make a house together, a two-story home like the one we lived in.

As we sat on the floor of the family room, choosing pieces to build with, I kept seeing Danni in my mind, the way she held my sister, squeezing her, rubbing her bottom. It made me wonder what might have happened between them while we were gone.

Attempting to be casual, I asked, “Did you have a good time last night?”

“Uh-huh.”

“What did you guys eat for dinner?”

“Just grilled cheese. Danni made ‘em and I helped her. And potato chips too.”

“Okay.”

I was constructing the stairs that would lead to the second level of the house. I wondered if I should try to create an overlook from the upper floor to the lower one, where a young voyeur could station herself. That made me grin. But I wasn’t finished with my questions.

“So, after dinner, what did you guys do?”

“We just played. With my dollhouse mostly, up in my room.”

“Did she let you stay up late?”

“Uh-huh, until 10:30,” Molly answered.

“Where did Danni sleep?”

“In my bed.”

“In your bed? With you? Wasn’t that kind of crowded?”

“Sort of, but I liked it. I like Danni.”

We were quiet for a while, continuing to build the house, selecting pieces out of the various bins of Legos my sister had. There were literally thousands of separate parts but she’d done a fairly good job of organizing them so it wasn’t too hard to find what we needed.

After a few minutes, I asked, “Did Danni bring jammies with her?”

“Uh-uh.”

“Did she sleep in her undies?”

“No, we were both naked,” Molly answered matter-of-factly.

I tried not to act surprised, even though I was. I wondered if our mother knew about this. I figured that she probably did, and also that she approved. It was making me excited. I was almost sure something more than sleep must have occurred between Danni and my 8-year-old little sister. But what? Should I try to find out?

My mom came downstairs then, carrying a basket of clothes to put in the laundry. She smiled and blew us a kiss as she walked past.

I couldn’t think of how to ask Molly what might have happened with Danni in her bed. Different questions kept forming themselves in my mind, but none seemed right. For someone who prided herself on being articulate, with a good vocabulary, I was stumped.

In the end, all I came up with was, “So, was it fun?”

“What?”

“Sleeping with Danni.”

“Uh-huh. I like her a lot.”

“Good, me too,” I replied brilliantly.

I had so many more questions, but for some reason I didn’t ask them that day. I just squeezed my thighs together, stimulating my pussy, while my sister and I played Legos and I pictured her naked in bed with the teenage babysitter.

Continue on to Chapter 50

By Naughty Mommy

“Lie down on the bed,” I told Kate, “and spread your legs apart.”

She did.

I looked at her for a moment, at her cute young face, at her long, slim, beautiful body, her tiny swells of immature breasts, her crotch covered only by those sexy pink and white striped panties.

I could hear my mother panting and moaning just behind me. She was fucking herself, her fingers making that squishy slapping sound as she rammed them deep inside. I wondered if she was going to come while she watched me take off my sister’s undies, or if she would be able to wait.

Carla had moved around to the other side of Kate. She was touching herself too, though not as vigorously as my mom evidently was. As she stared at Kate’s body, Carla’s hands slid sensually over her own smooth skin, caressing her breasts, her belly, her thighs, and her pussy.

I leaned in close to look at Kate, at her panties. I could see the shape of her labia through the thin material, and that tempting cleft in the center. I could see something else as well, a darker area where the fabric was moistened. My little sister was getting juicy.

I touched her, placing my fingers on the wet spot, sliding them up and down a little. Kate gasped. I had never touched her quite this was before. I thought my mother might try to stop me, but she didn’t. And anyway, I didn’t care.

This was a night, I decided, when I wasn’t going to wait or ask for permission. I would go where my passion was driving me to go, do whatever I felt like doing. Maybe not everything, but a lot more than I had ever done before.

I pushed the material in, my fingers pressing the wet panties deeper between Kate’s pussy lips. It felt warm in there and I could smell her now, her sexual scent. I licked my fingers, tasting her, and then I brought my lips even closer, closer, until I was kissing my sister’s wet pussy through her undies.

“Oh, fuck, FUCK!!”

That was our mother. She was coming as she watched.

Kate looked over at her and I did too. Mommy’s eyes were open, although just barely, as she climaxed. She glanced back and forth at me and at Kate as her body shook with the power of her orgasm. It seemed important to her that she could look into our eyes, that she knew we were watching her while she came.

As she finished, she removed her fingers from her cunt, rubbing her juices on her breasts, on her nipples, and then brought her hand to her mouth, tasting herself and leering at us.

I smiled at my mom and then turned back to Kate. I kissed her pussy one more time through her pretty undies, and then I began slowly pulling them down. She still had almost no pussy hair, just the tiniest bit of light brown fuzz. Her labia were swollen and puffy, glistening with her wetness.

When I had the panties off, I held them to my face, pressing the damp spot against my nostrils, inhaling her scent. I licked the panties, sucking the crotch into my mouth, tasting her, and then I leaned over my sister and held the undies just above her nose. I wasn’t going to do what my mom had done with Carla, I wasn’t going to get rough with Kate, but I wanted to make this a really special occasion for her.

“You’re naked now, Katie,” I whispered, dangling the undies in front of her. I lowered my body on top of hers. “I took off your pink and white panties and bra, and now you’re naked.”

I kissed her once, lightly, on the lips, then looked around. “We’re both naked, we’re with another woman, in her bedroom, and she’s naked too. Our mommy is here, and we’re going to watch them having sex. They’re going to fuck each other while we watch.”

I kissed her again, a little more urgently. I heard my mother sigh. She obviously loved seeing Kate and me kiss that way.

“You and me are going to play with ourselves,” I continued, “while we watch them having sex. And I want to play with you too tonight. I want to touch you and kiss you and help you have an orgasm.”

“Oh, Julie,” Kate moaned, grabbing my face and pulling me to her. She shoved her tongue into my mouth and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tightly.

When we finished the kiss, I heard our mom take a deep breath and let it out. “All right, girls,” she said, “why don’t we, uh, let’s watch that movie now, okay?”

“Okay, Mom,” I replied. “But I really love kissing Katie this way. I could kiss her all night long.”

My sister moaned again and drew me close for another long, wet kiss. This time she wrapped not only her arms around me, but her legs too, crossing them over my bottom and pulling my crotch tightly against hers.

“That’s what the movie’s about,” Carla said softly, next to us. “It’s called French Kiss. It’s all about kissing.”

“Just kissing?” I looked up at her. “No sex?”

“Oh, yeah, there’s plenty of sex too,” she said. “But a lot of really nice kissing. You’ll like it.”

“Okay.” Kate and I unwound ourselves from each other and sat up to watch the porn video.

Carla retrieved the remote, turned on the big screen, and then started the movie. Propping up a bunch of pillows, my sister and I sat next to each other in the middle of the king-size bed, holding hands, with our mother beside me and Carla next to Kate. The brunette touched a switch beside the bed and the room lights went out.

For the next half hour, we watched as two beautiful young girls first kissed and touched, and then began fingering and licking each other. Well, we didn’t just watch, we all four masturbated too. Mommy came right away, within only a few minutes, and Kate soon after her, and then me. Carla didn’t have an orgasm until she picked up the vibrator from the bedside table and used ‘Mr. Trusty’ to give her a shrieking wet climax as she shoved the buzzing thing deep inside herself.

After Carla slowly drew the long white vibrator out of her cunt, still panting heavily and trembling all over, Kate looked at Mommy and asked, “Can I try that?”

“You mean, using the vibrator?”

“Uh-huh,” Kate nodded.

Our mother hesitated a moment, but then nodded, “Yes, I suppose you can, if you want to.”

That made me remember something I’d been meaning to ask her. “Mommy, have you ever, you know, done that too? Used a vibrator, I mean?”

She smiled at me. “Yes, precious, I have. Most of the time I prefer using my fingers, or… or someone else’s fingers and tongue, even better… but sometimes I like doing it that way.”

“Do you have one?”

“Uh-huh, I do, a couple of them.”

Carla had handed the vibrator, now switched off, to my sister, who was turning it around in her hands, studying it. The missile-shaped object gleamed with Carla’s pussy juice. Kate smiled and licked it, then giggled, “This thing is huge.”

“Yes, and you need to be careful, honey,” Mommy said. “Probably you should just use it on the outside, on your clit. And even then, it’s going to be a lot more intense than what you’re used to.”

“Can’t I put it in?” Kate asked.

“Well, you can try, I guess, but just not too far, okay?”

“Okay.”

The movie was still running, although we weren’t paying much attention to it. I glanced at the screen. The two girls were in a ‘69’ position, lips and tongues working between each other’s legs. Then I looked back at Kate. She was holding the tip of the vibrator at the opening of her vagina, as if wondering how far inside it could go.

“Just… I really think you should just start with your clit first,” our mother cautioned. “See how that feels before you put it inside.”

“All right,” said Kate. She looked at the bottom end of the vibrator, apparently trying to figure out how to turn it on.

“Here, I’ll show you,” Carla volunteered. “Twist this part, right here, and when you twist it more, it goes faster, okay?”

“Okay.” My sister switched it on. Her eyes went wide as she felt the vibration in her hands. She smiled and turned to our mom. “Now I, I just put it, like, on my clit?”

“That’s right, but be careful. The feeling is very strong.”

Kate lowered the buzzing tip of the thing to her vulva. She set it just above her slit at first, and then slid it down a little. After a second, she began shaking all over.

“Oh god, FUCK!” she cried, pulling it away. Looking sheepishly at our mother, she chuckled, “Um, sorry about that, Mommy.”

“It’s all right, honey, you can say whatever you want, I don’t mind.”

“Wow, it really is… I mean, it really is intense.”

“Yes, it is.”

“I want to do it some more.”

She placed the vibrator on her tummy again, starting slightly higher this time, and moved it down a bit, then around, feeling for a position that would give her the right sensations without overwhelming her. In a moment she found a good spot and kept it there, settling back onto the pillows, closing her eyes. “Goddamn fuck…” she whispered.

The three of us, Carla, my mom, and I, watched her. It was pretty amazing to see a little girl getting herself off that way. I wasn’t sure I wanted to try it myself, but I sure enjoyed seeing Kate get so excited. It didn’t take long at all for her to reach a peak.

“Mmm, yeah, yeah, oh fuck, oh god, I’m gonna, I’m gonna c— UNH!!” She squealed and squirmed, her slim naked body writhing, her eyes shut tight, legs wide apart, the vibrator held in place, bringing her to multiple climaxes.

She came again and again, all her muscles tensing and straining, then releasing with a rush. She became flushed red all over, especially on her chest. Between her legs I saw a milky white fluid emerge. It was kind of thick, something I hadn’t seen before. She kept this up for at least a minute, maybe two minutes, holding that thing just above her clit, making her body respond with repeated earthshaking orgasms.

Finally it seemed she couldn’t take any more. Her eyes still closed, she held the vibrator out, letting Carla take it away and turn it off. She remained leaning back on the pillows, trembling all over, sometimes wincing and gasping as residual spasms rippled through her.

We just waited and watched, letting her slowly calm down.

I couldn’t stop staring at her vagina, at that thick white discharge. I wondered what it was, and I wondered if it would taste the same as her regular pussy juice, which was clear, or if it would taste different. I wanted to find out. I decided that even if it didn’t happen tonight, someday very soon I would put my tongue inside my sister’s cunt and make her come in my mouth. And no matter what it took, even if we had to use a vibrator again, I would lick her and fuck her over and over until I saw more of that white fluid come out so I could taste it and swallow it.

I realized then that I was masturbating as I imagined eating Kate’s pussy. I was extremely juicy and very close.

With a sigh, I turned and fell back onto the pillows, next to Kate, our arms and legs touching. Rubbing my clit with one hand, I spread my labia apart with the other and cried, “Mommy, look at my pussy, look at my cunt, look how wet I am. I’m gonna come now, Mommy. Look at me, Mommy, get down close and look at me, Mommy! Look at my little girl pussy!!”

I was in a frenzy, rubbing myself frantically and calling to her, asking her to get close and look at me. I felt my orgasm swirling up from inside and I wanted her to see it, to watch me come for her — for her, it was all for her.

“Yes, darling, come for Mommy!” She knelt between my thighs, bringing her face very close to my center.

I spread my legs and my cunt lips as wide apart as I could, wanting to open myself completely for her, have her see me, see inside me, see everything as I climaxed for her.

And then it struck.

Again, as usual, my legs wanted to come together, to close around my hands as I climaxed. But my mother was prepared for this. She’d hooked her arms around my thighs so she could hold them open, so she could continue watching my orgasm, looking inside my ‘little girl pussy’ from just a few inches away.

That seemed to make it even more intense for me, having my legs held apart, knowing that my wonderful mommy was right there, her face so close to my cunt as I came for her. I didn’t know what Kate’s orgasm had been like with the vibrator, but I didn’t think it could have been any better or more fulfilling than this one was for me.

Pressing my hands over my clit, I managed to groan, “Mommy, Mommy, watch me! Watch me come for you!” And as my body shuddered with each spasm of my climax, that made my fingers rub my clit a little more, causing my orgasm to go on and last even longer.

“Yes, baby, come for Mommy, Mommy’s watching you,” I heard her say. I couldn’t see what she was doing because my eyes were closed, but as I slowly began to relax, to come down from the summit, I felt her lips kissing my hands.

I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was kissing my fingers, the fingers that were clenched over my throbbing cunt. She kissed them and licked them, tasting the juices that were oozing out.

Still trembling, still not fully recovered, I took a deep breath and slid my fingers between my moist lips, pulling them wide apart again. I wanted her to see, and I wanted something else.

“Mommy, kiss me, kiss my pussy.”

She looked up at me, into my eyes, and gave me a slight nod. “Yes, darling.” Then she returned her gaze to my sex.

“So beautiful,” I heard her whisper. “So pink and sweet and perfect.”

My mother brought her lips to my lips, my other lips, and kissed me there. I shivered with excitement as I felt her mouth meet my cunt. She held the kiss a long time, several seconds, not using her tongue but pressing in tightly against me. When she withdrew, I could see my wetness gleaming on her face, on her nose, her cheeks, her lips.

She crawled on top of me, laying her naked body over mine, and we kissed, mouth on mouth, a long, deep, french kiss. I tasted myself on her lips and felt her tongue probing inside, dancing with my tongue. I wanted her to kiss my pussy that same way, to slide her tongue inside me, and to lick me and suck my clit and make me come in her mouth. I knew that was going to happen, I had no doubt, and I hoped it would be very soon.

When we ended the kiss, we nuzzled each other for a moment, and then we both looked over at Kate and Carla. I had not thought about them much in the last few minutes, being so deeply involved in my lovemaking session with my mom. The porno movie was still playing too. I could hear it although I didn’t bother looking at the screen long enough to see what was happening.

The brunette was reclining against the headboard, cushioned by a pillow, and my sister was on top of her. They were facing the same way and had their legs spread wide apart. Kate was sitting on the woman’s middle, high enough that she could look down and see both pussies.

Carla held the long white vibrator between their legs. It was on, buzzing softly. As we watched, she pressed it inside her own cunt. We heard her moaning with pleasure. She didn’t push it in very far, only about two inches, and then slowly drew it out again, shiny with her juices. Now she lifted it slightly, tilting it up and placing the tip at the entrance to Kate’s little vagina. My sister held her lips open. She was trembling, but she seemed to be very excited about what she was doing. Carla eased the vibrator inside just a little, a half an inch, an inch, and Kate groaned, “Oh god, oh fuck…”

“Do you like that?” the woman whispered.

“God yes, don’t stop!”

“But I want it inside me too,” Carla smiled. “We’ll share, remember?”

She kissed Kate’s cheek. My sister turned to her and they kissed on the lips. When they finished, Kate nodded, “Okay.”

Carla eased the tip of the vibrator out of Kate’s pussy and returned it to her own, pressing it inside, deeper this time, maybe three or four inches. She twisted the end of it, to increase the vibration. We could see her shudder a little as the sensations spread from her vagina to her clit. She waited a moment, several moments, then drew the thing out again and carefully positioned it against Kate’s pussy. As she slid it gently inside, only about an inch again, my sister whimpered with pleasure. She turned to Carla and they kissed, a wetter kiss, using their tongues. I saw Carla’s hand go to my sister’s breasts, playing with her nipples. Then she slowly slid the vibrator out of Katie’s vagina and back inside her own.

They went back and forth like this, sharing the same toy, sharing their juices, as we watched them. That gave me an idea.

“Mommy, I want to do that too. Not with a vibrator, I mean, but I want to sit on top of you like they are and masturbate together, using our hands, at the same time. Can we do that?”

She smiled and kissed me. “Of course we can, darling.”

We shifted around on the bed until my mom was leaning against the headboard and I was on top of her. She hugged me first, a tight, warm hug, then put her hands over my breasts, squeezing them and pinching the nipples more roughly than she usually did. It hurt a little bit but it felt good too. As she was playing with me that way, she kissed my neck and lightly bit me. I jumped when she did that.

“Do you remember when Melissa gave you a hickey, baby?”

I nodded.

“Tonight I’m going to do that too. But this hickey won’t be from another girl, from a girlfriend, it will be from your own mommy. Of course you can’t tell anyone that, you know.”

That made me giggle. “I know.”

My mom ran her hands up and down my body, stroking me, almost as if she were stroking herself. She slid her palm between my legs, keeping her fingers outstretched, and rubbed the top of my mound with her hand. It felt delicious. Then I realized that she was sucking on my neck. It pinched, it hurt, it burned — and god I wanted more. I wanted everything from her.

She finished and licked my neck where she’d been sucking on it. Wrapping her arms around me, she squeezed me tightly. “That’s going to be a big one, a dark one, honey,” she chuckled. “You’re going to have some explaining to do.”

“I don’t mind.”

Taking a deep breath, she said, “All right, now, put your hand over mine. Your left hand.”

She held out her right hand and I laid my left hand over it. Those hands went down to her pussy. Placing her left hand over the top of my right hand, that pair went to my pussy. We began masturbating. I closed my eyes.

It was amazing. I rubbed my clit and felt her hand not only following mine, but aiding it, helping me stimulate myself. I tried doing the same with my hand over hers between her legs, not only feeling where her fingers went, but leading them where I wanted them to go. We were masturbating in unison. It was heavenly.

I closed my eyes so I could savor the feelings. And then I realized how it felt to me: it was as if our two bodies, my mother’s and mine, had merged somehow. I tried to tell her what I was experiencing.

“Mommy, this is, this is, I don’t know, it’s almost like you and me have just one body with two pussies. Or maybe like we have two pussies that really are only one and we share it or something.”

“I know, lover, it’s nice, so very nice” she whispered, softly kissing my neck. “Now, baby girl, show me how you like to touch yourself, on both pussies at the same time. Can you do that?”

“Okay.”

I rubbed my own clit with my fingers, showing her how I gave myself orgasms. With my other hand, I pressed her fingers into the position where mine were, until she was following the same motions that I used on myself. It seemed to work really well with her. I felt her body stirring beneath me and heard her breath coming faster.

“Oh god,” she moaned, “Julie, I’m getting close already.”

I wasn’t that close yet. It would take a little while longer. But then I thought that maybe if she showed me what she liked to do, it might be enough for me.

“Mommy, you, um, you move your fingers on your pussy the way you like it, and I’ll follow you. And I’ll keep rubbing myself the way I like it, okay?”

“Yes, honey. Mommy wants her darling angel to come. I want to feel your hot little pussy while you come, and I want you to feel me too.”

Meanwhile, beside us on the bed, Kate and Carla were each on the verge of orgasms. Apparently they’d managed to switch the vibrator back and forth between their cunts fast enough that they were ready to climax at almost the same time. I don’t know how they did it, and I wasn’t about to stop what we were doing and look, but I could hear them making sounds that meant they were both right on the edge.

And I was getting closer now too. As I rubbed my clit, my mother’s hand rubbed it as well, her fingers not only over my fingers, but reaching in between them, caressing me. It was so exciting!

Between her legs, I felt her hand pressing down, deeper into her sex, between her lips where it was hot and slippery and so inviting. Her fingers reached her vagina, her opening, and my fingers followed hers. Then I felt her twine the first and second fingers of her hand around my index finger and without stopping she slid the bunch inside her opening, inside herself, two of her fingers and one of mine.

Oh my god, I suddenly realized, it’s actually happening! My finger is inside my mother’s cunt!!

And then I came.

As it turned out, I started coming before her, even though I’d thought it would take me longer. But as my climax began, I still had enough awareness to sense that she was almost there too. Holding my finger tightly between hers, she pumped them in and out of her pussy a few times and that was all she needed.

We came together.

Continue on to Chapter 49

By Naughty Mommy

Mommy sat up on the bed, smiling. “Okay, Carla, your turn. You can tell us how you would like to be undressed.”

“Ooh, how fun,” the woman giggled.

Standing between me and Kate, she looked at us, first at my sister and then at me. She was still almost completely clothed, with only her shoes off. She held out her arms. “Let’s do it nice and slow, like your mom said. Start with the cufflinks.”

Her cream-colored blouse had french cuffs, closed with pearl cufflinks. I flipped the little clasp on one link and Kate did the other and we removed them. We handed them to our mother, who got up and placed them on top of Carla’s vanity.

“Now, Kate, you unbutton my blouse while the others watch.”

“Okay.” My sister stood in front of the sexy brunette and slowly began to undo the buttons. When the blouse was open, Kate pushed back the sides. “Wow…”

Carla was, and still is, an exceptionally beautiful woman. All the women and girls my mom chooses to sleep with are pretty, of course, but this one was something special. Her smooth skin was like porcelain, almost pure white. Those exotic deep brown eyes, her wide mouth and full lips, and oh, such tantalizing tits. I squeezed my thighs together as I looked at her.

The ivory bra I’d glimpsed inside the restaurant held the woman’s breasts up and pushed them together, forming the most inviting cleavage. The fabric was lacy and delicate, thin enough to clearly show the shape of her erect nipples. We all admired her for a moment, standing there in front of us with her blouse open.

She seemed to savor our appreciative attention. Carla was someone, I realized then, for whom the joy of looking works the other way around too, where she really likes to be the person everyone is staring at. And we certainly were doing that.

Finally, she said, “Suzanne, will you remove my blouse?”

“Yes.”

Mommy went behind her and eased the elegant satin blouse off her shoulders and down her arms, laying it on a chair.

“Julie, you can unzip my skirt.”

I did, and then Kate and I slowly slid the pencil skirt down her legs. She stepped out of it. She was wearing pantyhose, dark brown. Underneath we could see a pair of lace panties that matched her bra.

My mother was gently massaging Carla’s neck and shoulders. The brunette sighed in pleasure and closed her eyes for a moment. “Mmm, that feels nice.”

I looked at her lips, at her face. She was wearing makeup, quite a bit, in fact, but it was so expertly done that it wasn’t that noticeable unless you looked closely. At 12 years old, I hardly wore any, just lip gloss sometimes. But I started to think maybe I should try using more.

She opened her eyes. “All right, now my pantyhose. Girls?”

My sister and I hooked our fingers inside the waistband and tugged the pantyhose down. Our mom helped too, and soon Carla’s legs were bare. They were smooth and white and very slender. I looked at her crotch, wondering what her pussy might be like. Would she be totally shaved, like some of the women I’d seen, or just trimmed, like my mother? Could she have a full bush of dark curly hair? I was curious to find out!

Then an idea occurred to me.

I remembered what our mom had said to Kate and me about the thrill of discovery as you began to slide your hand inside a woman’s undies for the first time, not knowing what your fingers would feel.

I had to ask. “Mommy? Um, could I do something?”

“What, sweetie?”

I took a deep breath, unsure of how to begin. “Well, um, I was thinking that I, um, can I try putting my hand inside her undies? Just to feel, I mean? You know, to see what she’s like?”

My mother chuckled. “I know what you mean. Yes, it’s all right with me, if that’s what Carla wants. Just to feel, though, okay? Not to do anything else.”

“I know.”

We both looked at Carla. She smiled and shrugged. “Sure, go ahead, I don’t mind.”

I stepped closer to her, putting one hand on her shoulder. Her skin was soft and warm. The other hand went to her tummy, gradually moving down, then slipping inside the top of her ivory panties.

Her skin was even warmer there. I let my fingers feel their way until I found some hair. It was short, closely trimmed like my mom’s, I could tell. My fingers moved further down, slowly exploring. I heard Carla suck her breath in, gasping, as I touched her pussy lips.

Her labia were thick and full. They were hairless but sort of ridged. I’d never felt anything like it. Carla was trembling under my touch. I moved down a little more, and then — yes, I could feel something slippery and wet. She moaned.

Now, did I dare to press a finger between her lips, probing within until I found her vagina? I wanted to, very much, but I didn’t. That would come soon enough, I knew.

Instead I drew my hand slowly upward, gliding along her labia, then over her pubic hair, and out. Lifting my fingers to my face, I smelled them. I tasted her. A soft flavor, slightly spicy, like nutmeg. It was good. I wanted more. I almost put my hand back inside her undies, but then Kate said, “I wanna do it too!”

“All right,” grinned my mother. “Okay with you, Carla?”

“Of course.”

“But just touching, Kate, nothing else.”

Instead of staying at her side as I had, my sister stepped in front of Carla. Standing on her toes, she kissed her on the lips. I wish I’d thought of that! Then she used one hand to pull the waistband of the panties out a bit and put the other hand inside. She didn’t take things as slowly as I had, either. She pushed her hand down and it almost looked as if she grabbed Carla’s vulva. The woman shuddered and moaned. “Ohh…”

Kate’s hand began sliding up and down. She was looking into Carla’s eyes. They stared at each other for a moment, and just when I thought they were about to kiss, my mom took Kate’s hand in hers and removed it from Carla’s panties, saying, “That’s — that’s enough for now, I think.”

“Okay,” Kate giggled.

Mommy gave her a somewhat comical frown and Kate giggled again as she licked her fingers.

Carla was breathing hard. I could see beads of perspiration on her upper lip. She took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm herself.

“Would you like Kate to unhook your bra?” Mommy asked.

The woman nodded.

Kate went behind her. As she unfastened the bra, the straps slipped off Carla’s shoulders. I was excited to see what her nipples would look like. For a second, the brunette held the bra in place with her hands so it still covered her nipples, but then she let it slide down. Her pale breasts were nearly perfect, nicely rounded though not as large as they had seemed in the push-up bra. The nipples had small, dark brown areola, and were fully erect.

“Mmm, so beautiful,” I heard my mother sigh as she stepped past me, taking a place in front of Carla. “Girls, come close here and look.”

My sister and I stood next to her, on either side. “Get in real close,” Mommy repeated. We moved in until our faces were only a few inches from Carla’s chest.

“Look at these nipples. Aren’t they exquisite?” After licking the ends of her fingers, our mother teased the very tips of Carla’s nipples, which seemed to make them grow even stiffer.

“Just look at them,” Mommy whispered. We watched as she took the woman’s hard nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, twisting and pinching them. Carla moaned.

I felt my pussy getting wet. We were all breathing heavily now — and two of us were still fully dressed!

Our mother stepped back. “Okay, now for the panties…”

She knelt. “I’ll take them off. You two watch me.” We got down beside her.

Slowly our mother inched the lacy panties down, revealing smooth white skin and then a patch of pubic hair. As more came into view, we discovered that Carla trimmed her hair in a rectangle instead of in a little triangle like my mom’s. I’m not sure which I preferred. I guess it doesn’t matter. I just like pussies, period!

The undies were pulled down further and we saw her labia. They were thick and full, dark brown, shiny with moisture near the bottom.

Mommy slid the panties still lower, then all the way down Carla’s legs and off. But she didn’t set them aside. She held them in front of us. “Can you see?” she whispered.

My sister and I peered inside the ivory undies. We could easily see a large wet spot, gleaming with sticky fluids. Our mother extended her tongue and licked the panties. “Mmm, nice.” She held them out so Kate could have a lick, and did the same with me.

We each tasted Carla’s pussy juice inside her undies, and then our mom did something shocking. She bunched the panties up in her hand and pressed them against the woman’s labia, pushing them between the thick folds, rubbing them up and down. She kept shoving them in further and further until they almost disappeared completely.

My eyes were wide. I could scarcely believe what I was seeing. It was so sexy! I heard Carla groan with pleasure as my mother began to draw the panties out, very very slowly, little by little. Now those undies were really wet.

When they were all the way out, Mommy got to her feet, indicating with a glance that we should follow her. We stood and watched as she held the panties just in front of Carla’s nose. “Smell yourself. Do you like it?”

She started rubbing the wet panties under the woman’s nostrils, gently at first, then over her lips, a little harder, and then all around her face, starting to get rough. “Do you like it? Huh? Does it make you hot?”

“Yes!” Carla gasped.

“You like it when I rub your dirty wet panties all over your fucking face, you little cunt?”

This must have been a kind of erotic game they played. It was incredible to see and so exciting.

“You bitch! You dirty fucking bitch! You look so classy, so proper, but down inside you’re just a fucking little whore, aren’t you!”

“Yes! I am!!”

“God, Mommy…” Kate moaned. I looked at her. She had a hand under her denim skirt, rubbing herself. I suddenly realizing I was touching myself too. I’m not sure when I’d started, but I was stroking my pussy through my undies and they were very wet.

Our mother kept rubbing the panties on Carla’s face, making her lick the crotch and calling her dirty names, until finally she kissed her, shoving her tongue into her mouth, both women groaning and panting. As the kiss ended, Mommy pulled back, stepping away from her, smiling and licking her lips. Carla was grinning too and breathing very hard.

“Wow,” I whispered.

Then my mother looked at me. “Okay, Julie girl. You’re next.”

My mind raced and my stomach began to flutter as I wondered what games my mom might want to play with me. Would she do the same thing, pushing my panties up inside my cunt and then rubbing them on my face? Or something else?

The answer was, something else.

“Lie down on the bed, baby.”

“On the bed?”

My mother nodded.

“Um, okay.”

When I was on my back in the middle of the bed, still dressed, of course, Mommy said, “Carla, take off her shoes.”

The gorgeous brunette was still laboring to catch her breath, her face flushed from all the excitement, but without hesitation — almost obediently — she leaned over my feet and began to undo the ankle straps on my stiletto heels. After removing the shoes, she placed them carefully on the floor.

“Now kiss her feet. Kiss them and lick them,” Mommy instructed. “Don’t tickle her, but make her aroused.”

“Yes, mistress.”

Mistress?? What did that mean? I wasn’t really sure.

But anyway, Carla took my foot in her hands, my right foot first, and began massaging it, which felt surprisingly good. I’d never had a foot massage before. As she was rubbing the foot, she lifted it up and sucked my big toe into her mouth. It tickled a tiny bit but it also felt unbelievably nice. Her tongue was so warm and delicious. I soon started to imagine how it would feel to have that tongue licking not just my foot but my pussy, and as I thought about that I felt a shiver of arousal run up my spine. I laid my head back on the bed and closed my eyes and just luxuriated in the sensations. God, it was so great. A beautiful naked woman kissing and licking my feet. How could it get any better?

She finished with one foot, kissing each of the toes one by one the way I had kissed my mommy’s toes earlier, and then she set my foot gently on the bed and picked up the other one. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the brand-new experience. Never had I imagined I could get so totally turned on just by having someone’s mouth and fingers playing with my feet. But I was.

As Carla finished with the second foot and tenderly set it down, I thought to myself, I need to open my eyes now, see what’s coming next. But it was like I was on opium or some kind of drug — utterly relaxed and yet so keyed up, so alive to what I was feeling — every nerve ending wide awake but my mind in sort of a trance state, floating in space.

“Now do her hands.” That was my mother’s voice, only it was far away. My eyes were still closed. I couldn’t open them. Then I felt someone, Carla I supposed, pick up one of my hands and begin massaging it. She sensually stroked each of my fingers and the palm of my hand and my wrist and my lower arm… and I became even more relaxed, drifting still farther away, until…

I was somewhere else, in a room, lying on my back, on a table, naked, and around me, women and girls, all naked, touching me, touching me everywhere, my skin oiled, slick, warm, all the hands, all the fingers, going everywhere, reaching in, touching, caressing, probing, deeper, so many hands, girls, women, every age, wanting me, touching me, taking me, having me…

 

“Julie? Julie?”

I opened my eyes. Where was I? Oh yes, on Carla’s bed. I realized then that I must have been moaning very loudly.

“Are you okay?” my mother asked.

“Yeah, I… sorry,” I giggled, “I just got too into it, I guess.”

Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself up on my elbows and looked around. My mother was on the bed, naked, holding my hand. Kate was staring at me, wide-eyed. Carla stood back, also naked, smiling as if perhaps she had a sense of where I’d been.

“I never knew it was possible,” my mom said, her eyebrows raised, “for someone to have an orgasm just from a hand massage. But I’m glad you enjoyed it so much.”

I hadn’t actually had an orgasm. I don’t think so, anyway. But whatever it was, a dream, a hallucination, I loved it. It was scary in a way, but exciting too. I wondered what it would take to make it happen again.

I grinned at them. “It was really nice.”

“So, are you ready for more now?” Mommy asked.

“Yeah, definitely!”

“Okay, then let’s do the belt next.”

“Okay.”

My mom unbuckled the wide leather belt and gently tugged it out from under me. Before setting it aside, she held it across her breasts like it was a sexy top and posed for us. We giggled about that. Then she motioned to Carla and Kate, “Come on, you two, help me with her sweater.”

They all knelt on the bed around me and slowly began to pull my thin sweater up, little by little. I was breathing harder, feeling my excitement grow as more of my skin was revealed.

When the sweater reached the undersides of my breasts, my mother whispered, “Slowly now…”

…and they inched the material higher… …by just a tiny bit… …showing the barely-there swell of my immature titties… …then the light pink of my areola… …and my puffy nipples…

I heard sighs of appreciation and passion as my young breasts came into view.

“So beautiful,” sighed Mommy.

They took the sweater off over my head and looked at me. I put my hands on my titties and squeezed them, making the nipples stand up tall for them to see.

“Just so beautiful,” Mommy repeated, licking her lips. Then she took a deep breath and said, “Now the skirt.”

Shifting down on the bed, they slipped their fingers inside the elastic waistband of my black knit skirt. I lifted my bottom and they slid the skirt out from under me and slowly down my legs. I was almost naked now, nothing but my undies left.

“I want to take those off,” said my mom. “You two can watch.”

She knelt between my legs and bent down to kiss my belly, very softly, just above the top of the red hipster panties. She sighed and kissed a little lower… on my panties… on my mound… and still lower, on my pussy lips… I shivered with arousal. She smiled up at me, and her fingers went inside the waistband of the panties, pulling the material away from my skin, and then — and then she used her teeth to pull the undies down, with only a little assistance from her hands. It was so sexy, seeing my mother take off my panties with her teeth!

When the undies were off, Mommy held them to her face and smelled the crotch, inhaling my feminine scent. She kissed the inside of the panties, leering at me, gave a little giggle, and then turned to look at Kate. She was next.

But I interrupted. “Wait, um, could you maybe do something?”

“Sure, sweetie, what is it? What do you you want?”

“Well, I’d really like it if you could — all of you I mean — if you could, like, put your hands on me for a minute and kind of massage me all over.”

“All over?”

“Yeah, I mean, like, just massage me. But with all of your hands at once. Six hands.”

“Of course, baby, if that’s what you want.”

And so they did.

They gathered around and I closed my eyes and soon I felt their hands, so many hands, caressing my body, hands and fingers on my breasts, on my legs, on my belly, on my chest, on my arms and on my hands, on my face and in my hair, on my neck, on my feet, hands everywhere, all over, touching my nipples, playing with them, sliding up my legs, caressing the inner part of my thighs — oh, it made me so wet! It was incredibly exciting, just like in my dream or whatever that had been.

After a couple of minutes, my mom said, “How’s that, baby? Okay?”

“Perfect,” I sighed, opening my eyes and smiling at them.

I sat up. “Kate’s turn now, right?”

“Yes,” Mommy nodded, “we saved the youngest for last.”

My sister seemed very excited, her pretty brown eyes big and round as she looked at each of us in turn.

“Come here, Katie,” our mother whispered.

They were kneeling on the bed, already close to each other. Mommy leaned in, bringing her lips to Kate’s, and they shared a soft kiss. Then she said, “Darling girl, I’m so happy you’ve joined us, me and your sister.”

My mom glanced at me, smiling warmly. “This is what I’ve always wanted. Now, all we need… is…” She didn’t finish her sentence, but shuddered slightly and lifted a hand to her breast, pinching the erect nipple. Then she licked her lips and pulled Kate closer, kissing her deeply.

I was almost sure she was going to say something like ‘all we need is Molly’ but for some reason she didn’t come out and say that. Just thinking about it, though, made me feel even more aroused.

I put a hand on my tits, caressing them and playing with my nipples as I watched my mother and my sister kiss each other so passionately. How fantastic it would be to have Molly here with us too! Could that really happen? I sure hoped it would.

When they ended the long wet kiss, Mommy said, “All right, baby girl, you can tell us how you want to do this, how you want us to take off your clothes.”

“Oh, um,” Kate hesitated, looking around at us again. Then she smiled at me, “I want to have Julie take off my bra. And my panties. But I guess, um, Mommy, you can take off my shirt — oh, except wait, you said everyone’s supposed to do it together, right?”

Our mother chuckled, “It doesn’t matter. We can do it however you like. Want to start with your shirt?”

“Yeah, I think. Um, no, wait.” She stuck out her legs. “Carla, can you take off my shoes first?”

“Yes, miss.”

Carla crawled around to be closer. She opened the zippers on each ankle boot and gently removed them, placing the shoes on the floor. Then she took my sister’s feet in her hands, one by one, and massaged them, kissing them and sucking on her toes. Kate seemed to enjoy it a lot, though she didn’t have nearly the extreme reaction that I had.

“And now my shirt. Uh, Mommy, will you unbutton it?”

“Of course, angel.”

As she took a position in front of Kate, our mother held her own breasts in her hands, squeezing them again and pinching the nipples. She really loves touching herself that way. After giving Kate a tender kiss, she slowly began to open the buttons on the white shirt. When the little bra came into view, she cooed, “Ooh, how nice.”

With the shirt open, Mommy and Carla each took a sleeve and slid the garment off my sister’s arms. Then they unzipped and removed her denim skirt. Now Katie was ready for me, in the pink and white bra and panties we both loved so much.

I got onto my knees and took her hands in mine. Looking deeply into her eyes, I said, “Do you remember what you told me? That it had to be for something really special?”

She nodded. She knew exactly what I was saying.

We gazed into each other’s eyes a moment longer, sharing a bond of sisterly closeness. I whispered, “I love you, Kate,” and we kissed.

“Mmm,” I heard my mother sighing. I glanced to the side and saw that she had begun masturbating as she watched her daughters kissing.

I touched the bra, caressing the smooth satin. In the center of each cup I could feel little bumps, my sister’s hard nipples. I kissed her again and then reached behind her back, unhooking the bra. I let it fall away, setting it on the bed.

Then I did what my mom had done with Carla. I said, “Come close and look at her.” My mother and Carla moved in next to me.

“Look at her nipples, how perfect they are.” I wet my fingertips and teased the ends of Kate’s tiny nipples, making them even stiffer. I remembered the word my mom had used and whispered, “So exquisite.”

Kate was breathing hard, moaning under my touch. I decided to go a step further. Extending my tongue, I flicked it over the tip of each nipple, repeatedly, again and again, until I could hear her gasping with excitement.

“Mmm, I love you Katie,” I told her. Then I kissed her wet nipples and sat back to look at her.

My sister’s face was flushed, her eyes hooded, her lips parted and moist. She was just a girl, a 10-year-old little girl, and I was only 12. As my mom had said, we were still children. But we knew what sex was, and we both wanted it.

“Now the undies,” I whispered.

Continue on to Chapter 48

By Naughty Mommy

This little story has special meaning for me, because it is the first piece of erotica I ever posted online for people to read. I’d been composing dirty stories for well over a decade, but always just for my own enjoyment or to share with my lover. Now, however, I was taking a big leap and putting myself out there, exposing my work to public scrutiny.

The date was November 4, 2012, the venue was Lesbian Lolita — and the response was absolutely wonderful, so supportive, complimentary, and gratifying. That gave me courage to begin posting more of my erotica and eventually led to where we are today.

Now, open up your blouse, take out your breast, begin fondling your nipple, and…

 

I heard the back door slam. School was done for the day and Tiffany was home. Now I would have to face the situation once again. Every weekday afternoon, I looked forward to this time while also fearing what it meant for us.

Weekends were different. It still happened, but it happened repeatedly, throughout the day, all day long. It was a comfortable habit, just the way we were.

It was the weekdays, when she had to go to school, that were difficult for me. After my little girl would go away teary-eyed in the morning, saying how much she would miss me, and then I would have hours to myself to think about what we were doing — before she would come running home in the afternoon, bursting eagerly through the door — that was when I was beset with doubts.

For the moment, however, I had no more time to think about it, because my Tiffany was there. She was with me again. Racing into the house, letting the door slam behind her as she always did, carelessly dropping her books and her lunchbox on the floor, she flung herself into my arms.

“Oh my darling girl, my sweet precious baby girl,” I hugged her tightly, kissing her cheeks, her mouth, her neck.

Her little legs were wrapped around me, squeezing me. “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy,” she panted, in between her own flurry of kisses on my neck, my cheeks, and my lips.

* * *

Tiffany was 8 years old, in the third grade. To me, she was an angel, the most adorable creature I had ever seen or could ever hope to see. Her shining hair was golden blonde and curly, forming a halo around her face. She had pale skin, sprinkled with a few freckles, a tiny nose, and big blue eyes. Her mouth was like an invitation, sweet and soft and kissable.

I loved to dress my darling daughter in beautiful clothes, making her look even more enchanting. I would spend a lot of money that way, finding only the most feminine and alluring little outfits for her to wear, so she would appear to me both like an innocent child and like a tantalizing, seductive young girl, all at once.

For school, of course, I generally toned down this effect, although she still looked completely charming every day. But I reserved the emphasis on her sex appeal for when she was home with me and we were alone together.

* * *

Today Tiffany was wearing a frilly white blouse under a blue velvet jumper, with white tights and black patent leather shoes. In her hair was a blue ribbon that matched the color of her jumper and her eyes. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips naturally pink and full. I kissed her mouth again and again.

Finally she relaxed the grip of her legs around my waist. We sat down on the sofa together, my precious baby girl in my lap. After taking off her shoes, she began to unbutton my blouse. I felt my breath coming faster. Even before Tiffany had my blouse open, my nipples were hard and ready for her.

Leaning down, sighing with desire, my daughter took one of my long nipples into her mouth and settled in for her afternoon feeding.

I had no milk. I hadn’t had any since around the time she’d started kindergarten, more than three years earlier. But she didn’t care about that. It wasn’t milk my little girl was sucking for, it was closeness.

I petted her, kissing her forehead, murmuring softly to her. The beautiful child was curled in my lap, her eyes closed in contentment, her small hands holding and gently squeezing my breast as she sucked on the nipple. I slid a hand slowly up her thigh, under her jumper, and caressed her bottom.

We remained that way for perhaps ten or fifteen minutes, and all the time my excitement continued to grow. I knew what was coming next.

* * *

On weekdays, Tiffany would usually have a feeding first thing in the morning, another in the afternoon as soon as she got home from school, one more after dinner, and a final feeding at bedtime. On weekends, we had less of a regular schedule, just whenever she felt the need for me, typically every two or three hours. I let her sleep in my bed on Fridays and Saturdays, and often during the night, I would wake up to find my daughter’s mouth at one of my breasts, hungrily sucking on the nipple.

From the time when she was a newborn, I had loved breast-feeding. I never wanted it to stop, and neither, it turned out, did she. After she began school, I made a few half-hearted efforts to break us of the habit, but to no avail.

Of course, I had to wonder how long we could keep this up. She was already 8 years old, what about when she was 11 or 12 years old? Or 16? Would we still be doing it then? And if not, how might the two of us adapt to that loss of closeness?

Those were the questions that plagued me during the day when she was away at school. No matter how deeply I thought about it, though, I could never come up with a satisfactory answer. It seemed as if we would have to stop someday. But when? And how?

* * *

When she was ready to switch to the other nipple, Tiffany shifted around on my lap, allowing me to hike up my skirt. Just as I never wore a bra when we were alone together, I also never wore panties.

Now I leaned sideways, reclining against the sofa’s cushioned arm. My little girl settled in next to me, laying on her side, her face at the level of my breasts. I had one foot on the floor and my other leg was extended along the length of the sofa.

Tiffany smiled prettily up at me, and I whispered, “I love you.” My baby blew me a little kiss before bringing her mouth down to my nipple.

I had one arm around her shoulders, hugging her to me. With my other hand, I was stroking her, petting her hair, caressing her soft cheeks. My daughter held my breast in her hands, gently squeezing it as she sucked on the nipple.

After about a minute of this, she lifted one of her hands from my breast and took me by the wrist, moving my hand to the other side of my chest. Her eyes, which had been shut, now opened again so she could watch as she placed my hand over my breast. Her fingers closed over mine, and she made me begin squeezing my own nipple.

This was a ritual she and I had practiced since she was just a little girl, perhaps three or four years old. Apparently she’d noticed that sometimes I liked to play with my own nipple, fondling it and caressing it while she was sucking on the other one. I wouldn’t do it all the time, though, and when I didn’t, she began to forcibly take my hand in hers, moving it to my breast. I presume that was because she enjoyed watching me do that. I’d never asked her about it. It was just something we did.

But that wasn’t all we did. After Tiffany had watched me play with my nipple for several minutes while she sucked on the other one, she reached over to my hand again, taking it away from my breast. She slowly moved it down this time… down, further down… until it reached my crotch.

* * *

This second part of our ritual had begun more recently, just two years before, when Tiffany was six years old. Late one Friday evening, we were in my bed, cuddling, both of us naked, and she was sucking on my nipples. For whatever reason, I found myself becoming intensely excited that night, much more than usual. I’d always experienced a certain amount of sexual arousal from breast-feeding her, even when she was only a baby. As the years went by, I became more and more heated whenever she would do it.

That evening, as her mouth and tongue worked on my nipples, I was unable to resist the urge to reach down between my legs and caress myself. It was something I’d had the desire to do many times before then, but I’d always found the strength to wait until later, until after she’d fallen asleep, before I quietly masturbated. This time, I couldn’t wait.

The room was only dimly lit and the sheets were covering my body below the waist, so I told myself that my daughter wouldn’t know what I was doing. And certainly, even if she noticed something, she wouldn’t have any idea that it was a sexual act.

I began to rub my clit, and within a few minutes I was approaching orgasm. The knowledge that I was crossing a boundary, breaking a taboo, somehow made it even more arousing to me. I kept telling myself to stop, to wait, to slow down, but it was no use. I’d already gone too far.

I climaxed that night, and the very next night I did the same thing. I touched myself in bed while Tiffany sucked on my nipples, and I climaxed again.

But then I decided I couldn’t continue that way, that it just wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair for me to take sexual pleasure from my daughter’s innocent way of showing me affection.

So you see, I wanted to stop, but she wouldn’t let me.

It was only two days later when she took my hand in hers for the first time and moved it down to my crotch. Since then, she does it at every feeding.

* * *

“My darling, darling girl, Mommy loves you so much.”

We were on the sofa. I was whispering endearments to her, looking down at the pretty blue ribbon in her golden blonde hair. Tiffany had her mouth on my nipple, and her hand on my hand between my legs.

She likes to feel my movements as I masturbate. Her little hand lays directly over mine, her fingers following the action of my fingers as I massage my clit. When I slide a finger between my pussy lips, dipping down to tease the opening to my vagina, feeling the heat and wetness at my center, her hand is there too. It’s almost as if she is masturbating me.

It usually takes me at least five or ten minutes to reach orgasm. And that’s perfectly fine, of course. I’m never in a hurry. What could be better than having a beautiful blonde angel sucking on my nipples, occasionally looking up into my eyes and smiling at me, as I stimulate myself and gradually approach a climax?

* * *

After I finished coming that afternoon, Tiffany moved up on the sofa and kissed my mouth. We held each other very close for a while, tenderly stroking and kissing each other, a mother and child so deeply happy together.

Later, I made a nice dinner for us, and then before bed, I gave her a bath, making sure to wash her perfect little body very carefully and thoroughly. She had another feeding before going to sleep, and I had another orgasm.

Someday, perhaps, we will have to stop. Or, possibly, we will go even further.

I’m beginning to think I shouldn’t worry so much all the time. In fact, I’m wondering now if Tiffany might like me to touch her between her legs and give her the same kind of pleasure that she has seen me give myself.

Yes, I might just try that. Maybe even tomorrow.

By Naughty Mommy

Carla returned shortly, carrying a designer purse and wearing a beautiful overcoat. She sure does have some nice clothes and stuff, I thought to myself.

Giving us a dazzling smile, she said, “Let’s go!”

Ten minutes later, we found a parking space in the crowded lot of a restaurant. As we were getting out, Carla pulled into a spot close to ours. She climbed out of her cute little sports car, showing us lots of leg.

The place was called Starlight Grill. I’d never been there before. A whole lot of people were waiting for tables, but Carla went up to the seating person and said something to her, and they took us in right away.

It was really dark inside, with soft music playing. It seemed like the kind of place you would go for a romantic evening or something. I noticed that most of the other diners were nicely dressed. Some of them looked at us as we walked past.

We were seated at a small table for four. Carla was on my left, my mom on my right, and Kate across from me. The atmosphere was intimate, with the only light coming from candles in the center of each table. People spoke in low, hushed tones.

Someone came to take our drink orders, and then someone else brought two little cups with olives in them, and then someone else gave us big heavy menus to look at, and still another person put tiny plates in front of us with toasted bread that had pasty stuff on it.

After that we got our drinks (Cokes for me and Kate, martinis for Mom and Carla), and at last we were alone and could talk, quietly.

“You remember Carla from when we met her before, don’t you, Julie?” my mother asked.

“Yeah, I… I remember her.”

The woman looked at me, licking her lips. And then, as I watched, she slid a finger down the front of her blouse, pulling it open just slightly so I could see inside. She wore a lacy ivory-colored bra that covered very little. Her full breasts were pushed up, swelling together. The cleavage was enticing.

I swallowed as I took in the sexy display. When I looked up at her face, she winked at me and let the blouse close up again.

“I didn’t tell you about this before, girls,” my mom said, “because, well, because I wasn’t sure at first if Carla would be interested in what we are interested in. But it turns out she is.”

“I certainly am.”

The brunette smiled at each of us in turn, starting with me, then my mother, and then Kate. When she looked at Kate, she crossed her legs under the table and I think she must have rubbed her foot on my sister’s leg or something, because Kate suddenly gave a start and stared at Carla. Even in the dim light, I could see that she was blushing.

“Anyway,” my mom continued, “she and I have been seeing each other for a couple of months now, and recently we had a conversation that led us to, uh, to where we are tonight.”

“And where are we tonight?” I asked a little too loudly, surprising myself.

Mommy put her hand over mine, smiling warmly. In a soft voice, she said, “We are out with a very beautiful woman. The four of us are going to have a delicious dinner, and then after that my sexy young daughters and I will go to her house, where we will slowly take off each other’s clothes.”

She gazed into my eyes and then down at my lips. I thought she was going to kiss me, but as she began to lean toward me, she stopped and glanced around, apparently realizing it might cause a scene, and settled back into her seat with a sigh.

I noticed then that Carla had taken Kate’s hand in hers, and was gently rubbing her fingers. Kate seemed to be tense, but I think she was also getting very aroused.

My mom took a sip of her martini. Then she said, “Carla and I like to watch porn together.”

Kate’s head whipped around. Her eyes wide, she blurted, “Porn?”

Mommy patted her hand, chuckling, “Not so loud, my love.”

“Oh, sorry,” my sister giggled.

“That’s all right,” my mother smiled.

After taking another sip of her drink, she went on, “But yes, we both enjoy looking at porn. Carla has some really hot movies with girls kissing and touching and licking each other. Maybe we can watch one of them tonight. Would you like that?”

Kate nodded enthusiastically. My mother looked over at me, and I nodded too.

“God, I love porn,” Carla told us. “Almost every night I put on a movie and get out a vibrator and fuck myself until I come again and again.”

I could hardly believe they were talking like this in the middle of a high-class restaurant. I squirmed in my seat. My red undies were damp between my legs.
That’s how our evening went. We had a very nice dinner, although to be honest I don’t remember much about what we ate because I was so distracted by the conversation.

Both my mom and Carla continued talking dirty, telling me and my sister about the porno movies they’d watched together and describing to us in detail the different ways they made love, using language I’m sure would have shocked anyone else in the restaurant. As I listened, I kept squeezing my legs together, making my pussy tingle. I really wanted to come.

Eventually we finished eating, and then the women had coffee. It seemed like it was taking forever. I was eager to go, wanting to get to Carla’s place so Kate and I could watch them having sex, and so we could kiss each other and masturbate and look at lesbian porn and do as much with them as they would let us do — which I hoped would be a lot.

At last we got the check. They argued over who would pay, and my mom finally won. Carla said the next time it would be on her.

We followed in our car behind Carla’s, soon pulling into a place that had a gate with an attendant. We drove in and parked, then walked with her to her door. She lived in a two-story townhouse. It was really nice inside, with lots of expensive-looking furniture, the kind they sold at the store where she worked.

I soon learned why she had so much fancy stuff, and such beautiful clothes too. She served us drinks (Cokes again for me and Kate, but brandy this time for her and my mom), and then began to talk.

“Oscar is really good to me,” Carla said, as she waved her hand around. “I could never afford all this otherwise. He’s a very nice man, attractive. I enjoy his company, and his wife is a doll. ”

She swirled the brandy in the glass, took a drink, and chuckled, “Her name is Regina. What an amazing body she has. Totally hot. She’s not much older than I am, even though Oscar’s almost 60.”

Once more I could hardly believe what I was hearing. Was this woman really saying that she was being kept in this luxurious apartment by a man so he could have sex with her whenever he wanted? And that his wife was part of it too? Yes, that is what she was saying.

“I don’t really see him that often. Maybe four or five times a year. Mostly they stay in London. That’s where his business is primarily.”

It turned out that Oscar Grayson owned the furniture store. He had several other stores like it in England and in Europe, with a few in the US.

“About half the time when he comes to visit, he brings someone else. Not Regina, I mean, but another woman. Although sometimes it’s Regina and another woman. Or two or three other women.” She giggled and took another big drink of her brandy.

“But enough about me. You want to watch a movie?”

We went upstairs to Carla’s bedroom. The room was large, filled with more elegant-looking furniture and a king-sized bed. Mounted on one wall, facing the bed, was a huge video screen.

Next to the screen was a cabinet made of dark wood. Carla opened it and inside we could see hundreds of DVDs, along with some old-fashioned videotapes too. On a shelf beside them stood several vibrators and/or dildos in different sizes and shapes and colors. Some of them even looked like real penises!

She began pulling out DVDs, scanning the covers. “When it’s just me, I sometimes look at straight porn, you know, with men in it. But your mom prefers lesbian stuff, and I like that a lot too.”

She turned to me and Kate. “How about you girls? Would you prefer straight or gay?”

We both hesitated, and then I said, “I… I really don’t want to see any men.”

“Me either,” Kate seconded, wrinkling her nose. “Gross.”

Carla chuckled, “Okay, I can see I’ve got a houseful of lesbians tonight. This should be fun.”

Returning her attention to the selection of movies, she chose one, then opened a DVD player on an adjacent shelf and put the DVD inside. I couldn’t see any wires running to the screen, so I guessed they must have been hidden inside the wall or something.

“And let me get ol’ Mr. Trusty here.” She took out a long white plastic thing, a vibrator, I assumed. It was shaped like a missile.

“That’s like the one Elaine has,” I said, before realizing my mistake.

“Elaine who?” asked Kate.

“Wait, you didn’t tell me about that,” said my mother.

“Who’s Elaine?” Kate asked again.

“Um, she, that’s Ms. Gallagher, who I babysit for. I was at at her house, and I, um, well, I found something like that.” I pointed to the vibrator.

“Why didn’t you tell me you found it? Did you use it?” asked my mom.

“No, I, no, of course I didn’t use it. I wasn’t even sure what it was. But I, I’m sorry, Mom, I guess I just forgot. I was so upset about everything else and…” My voice started to catch. I took a deep breath. I certainly didn’t want to start crying now!

My mother put an arm around my shoulder. She kissed my forehead. “Honey, it’s all right, I understand. I wish you’d told me then, but I can see how you might not have. Anyway, that’s all done. We don’t have to talk about it now. Okay?”

“Okay,” I nodded, trying to smile.

I glanced at Kate. She was watching me and frowning. I shrugged, rolling my eyes. Even though my sister was two years younger than me, she almost never cried. I did, a lot more often than I wanted to.

“Family drama,” smiled Carla.

“Yes,” Mommy grinned at her, “these are just little girls, remember. They’re very sexy little girls, extremely sexy, but they’re still children, and occasionally they show it.”

“I remember being a little girl,” said Carla, as she sat down on the bed. “It was hard. How old are you, Julie?”

“Um, 12.”

“Yeah, that’s a tough age. Everything’s so confusing. Kate, how old are you?”

“I’m 10, almost 11.”

“Wow, only 10 years old. And yet your mom already lets you watch porn and masturbates with you and all that. You guys are really lucky. My mother never did any of those things with me. No way. ”

I started feeling better, recalling how lucky we were, as Carla had said. And when I looked at her and realized that very soon I would be seeing her naked in bed, making love with my mom, I began to get excited again.

“What movie did you pick?” I asked.

“Oh, it’s called French Kiss.” She got up and went to the cabinet, taking out the DVD case and handing it to me.

“Before the movie starts, I think we should begin by taking off each other’s clothes, one at a time, very slowly,” my mother proposed.

“Ooh, that sounds nice,” said Carla. “Who gets to be first?”

Mommy smiled, “Let’s go in order of age, from oldest to youngest, okay? I’ll be the first victim.”

“And all —” I cleared my throat. “And all three of us can take your clothes off?”

“Uh-huh, but very slowly.”

“And then, and then rest of us too?” I shivered with arousal as I imagined what it would be like to have six female hands on me at once, peeling away my clothing. Not that I was wearing much, but the idea was just so provocative.

“Yes, of course, all of us,” my mother replied. “But one at a time, and slowly.”

Mommy sat on the bed, and then looked at Kate, holding out her hand. “Come here, little one.”

Kate went to her.

“Get down on your knees in front of me, darling.”

Kate did as she was told.

“Now put your hands on my knees, and slowly push them apart.” Mommy was sitting with her legs together. Her black leather skirt came to about mid-thigh. She was still wearing the leather jacket over the bustier.

Kate laid her hands on our mother’s knees. I could see that she was trembling a little bit. She licked her lips as she began to push Mommy’s legs open.

“Tell the others what you see.”

“Um, your legs, and your, your pretty stockings, and, um, your garters, I guess…”

“That’s right.”

“And your, um, your undies.”

Kate had pushed our mother’s knees wide apart by this time, far enough that her short skirt had hiked up. We could see the tops of her black stockings and the garter straps attached to them.

“Do you like what you’re looking at, Katie?” Mommy asked quietly.

“Yeah.”

“Would you like to see more? Do you want to see me naked?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Good.” Then she turned to me. “Julie, honey, come down here by your sister.”

“Okay.” I knelt on the floor beside Kate, between our mother’s spread legs.

“And Carla, maybe you should get up on the bed behind me, so you can take off my jacket.”

“Gladly.” The sexy brunette stepped out of her shoes and crawled onto the bed, coming up behind my mother and resting her hands on her shoulders. Mommy turned to look at her and they kissed, once, twice.

This was the first time I had seen them kissing, except for pecks on the cheek. It was so hot, so erotic — better, I realized, than porn ever could be. To see a beautiful woman sensually kissing my mother, who was also a beautiful woman, and to be able to see it in person, so close that if I wanted to I could go up and start kissing them too, that was almost the ultimate. Almost.

They finished kissing, and Mommy turned back to us. She smiled warmly, and I could feel how much she loved both of us, not to mention how much she wanted us. She said, “All right, girls, now I want each of you to take off one shoe, and then maybe you could massage my feet a little bit and kiss them, okay?”

Kate and I grinned at each other. It was amusing how much our mother liked to be in charge, giving directions. We didn’t mind, though, because of what we were doing!

We each removed one of her seductive high-heeled black pumps and set them aside, then took her feet in our hands and gently massaged them. They were warm and smelled slightly of leather from the shoes. I kissed Mommy’s toes through her stockings one by one.

“Mmm, that’s nice. Carla, you can start taking off my jacket now.”

I looked up and watched as the woman slowly peeled the jacket away from my mother’s bare shoulders and down her arms. When it was off, Mommy got to her feet. “Katie girl, unzip my skirt.”

“Okay.”

The skirt had a zipper on the side. First Kate had to open a snap, then pull down the zipper. I helped her slide the skirt down our mother’s legs and off.

Mommy sat on the bed again. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Now, my darling daughters, I want you to take off my stockings. Can you get the garters unhooked?”

“Uh-huh,” we both nodded eagerly.

I had never actually done that, but I was happy to give it a try. It took me a few seconds to figure out, but then I got it. Kate managed her side at about the same speed as me.

“And you can take the stockings off too.” Mommy was almost whispering. “Let’s do one leg at time. But both girls on each stocking, okay?”

After nodding to her, we glanced at each other, silently deciding to start with the right leg, the one nearest Kate. Placing our hands on our mother’s thigh, we slipped our fingers inside the top of the nylon. Her skin was warm and lightly fragrant. We began to slowly peel the stocking down her leg.

With one leg done, we stopped. Everyone was still for a few moments as Kate and I sat and stared at our mommy’s beautiful legs, one now white and bare, the other encased in a sheer black stocking. Looking at her that way made my nipples hard.

We moved to the other leg, again feeling the warmth of her skin and inhaling her delicate fragrance. I loved being so close to her this way, so intimate, so involved.

When the second stocking was off, our mother said, “Thank you, my darlings. Do you like my legs?”

She opened them wide for us, slowly drawing her hands up the insides of her thighs.

“Yeah,” we nodded. I glanced over at my sister and saw that she had a hand between her own legs now, under her skirt, pressing in on her pussy.

“Good. I like yours too, very much. In a few minutes, I’m going to look at them very closely, just like you have been looking at mine. But we still have to finish getting me naked, and then Carla after me.”

As Mommy said that, Carla bent down and kissed her neck, sighing with passion. It was apparent that she was becoming as aroused by our mother’s sexual choreography as we were.

“Get up on the bed now,” Mommy told us. “You can help Carla take off my top.”

We moved behind her. The lacy black bustier was fastened in the back with hooks and eyes. Kate and I watched as Carla slowly undid them. I laid my hand on my mommy’s shoulder, feeling the softness and warmth of her skin. I closed my eyes and kissed her there.

When the bustier was open, we looked at her back. Carla put her hands on Mommy’s shoulder blades and slowly drew them down. Our mother has a long, beautiful back. Her whole body is beautiful. We are so lucky.

My sister and I shifted on the bed so we could see her front. We wanted to watch as Mommy let the bustier down. She was still holding it in place with her hands, covering her bosom.

She smiled at us, giving each of us a light kiss on the lips. Then she allowed the black lace fabric to gently fall away, revealing her breasts…

I had seen my mother topless many times before, of course, but something about the way she did it this time, the way she showed herself to us, took my breath away. I couldn’t stop staring at her, at the round white fullness of her breasts, the puckered areola, and her long, brown erect nipples. I was entranced.

“You’re getting it, aren’t you, Julie?” my mother said. “The joy of looking. Everything else is wonderful too, of course, all that delicious touching and kissing and licking, I love it, every bit of it… but there’s something so special, so magical, such a perfect joy in simply looking.”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, wishing I could think of words that would say what I was feeling, how truly happy I was at that moment. But she had already said it. The joy of looking.

I felt tears come to my eyes as I realized what our mother was doing for us, for me and for Kate, and what I was certain she soon would do for Molly as well. She was guiding us, leading us, showing us the way, taking us to new places, to soaring heights we could never imagine reaching, and she was doing it all with such unbridled love for us.

I wrapped my arms around her neck, kissing her cheek, hugging her. “Mommy, I love you so much.”

She pulled me close, kissing me and cooing, “My darling, darling girl, my sweet little angel.”

Then I felt Kate’s arms around mine. She was hugging Mommy too, and kissing her.

“Hey, wait, don’t I get some of this?” Carla joined the hugfest from behind, and that made us all laugh.

We hugged and kissed and giggled and I felt the mood in the room subtly shifting again from spiritual and sublime to carnal and erotic. I didn’t mind, I loved it all.

“Okay,” our mom said, “I still have to get these undies off. Is anyone going to help me?”

“I will!” we all said at once, to more gleeful giggling.

As Mommy leaned back on her elbows, Carla and my sister and I gathered around her waist, slipping our fingers inside the top of her black hipster panties and slowly beginning to tug them down. Her trimmed pubic hair came into view, then her mound, her pussy lips, and soon her whole crotch. We slid the panties down her long legs and off.

Next to me, Carla murmured, “I like doing it this way, little by little, one person at a time, I mean. It’s hot.”

“I know,” I agreed. “My mom is really smart.”

She was really smart and now she was naked too. The first one, but not the last. It was Carla’s turn next.

Continue on to Chapter 47

By Naughty Mommy

The following week, on Friday night, I received another babysitting assignment at Elaine’s house. Unfortunately that meant a lost opportunity to watch porn with my mom and my sister, as we’d done the previous Friday. But maybe the next night we would.

Anyway, I was dropped off at their house at 7:15, got the kids in bed at 8:00 with no trouble, and then sat on the couch and tried to think of what to do. I’d pretty much decided in advance that more snooping was out. It felt so awful when I confessed about it to my mother, I really didn’t want to go through that again. So, it was boring TV, or reading a book, or… in the back of my mind, I had another plan.

I went to my backpack and got out my secret notebook, the one I never let anyone see. Inside was a very important phone number: Madison’s phone number. I’d looked it up one time, not long after my first thrilling conversation with her, and had kept it ever since but never used it. I was both terrified and exhilarated about calling her. How would she react? Would she be as excited as I was?

There was only one way to find out. My pulse racing, I walked slowly to the telephone and punched in the number.

A deep male voice, probably her father, answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Um, hello, could I, um, is, is Madison there?”

“May I ask who’s calling?”

“Yeah, it’s — oh, sorry, yes, it’s um, it’s Julie, from school.”

“One moment please” — and then a muffled call — “Madison, it’s for you, a Julie from your school.”

A few seconds of silence, and then her voice. “Who? I don’t know anyone named… oh, wait, I think I know who it is…”

“Don’t forget, we have to leave soon.”

Still muffled, “I know, Dad, it won’t take long.”

I was beginning to think this was a very bad idea.

“Hello?”

“Hi, um, Madison?”

“Yes, is this Julie?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Hello, Julie, how are you?”

“Fine, I guess. Uh, how are you?”

“Good, very good, thank you. Was there something you needed?”

My heart sank. “No, um, well, I was just babysitting, and so I thought I’d call you, and, you know, just, like, say hi.” I sounded like an idiot.

“Oh, well, thanks for calling, Julie. But I’m kind of busy right now. Is there anything important?”

“No, um, not at all. I just… um…”

“Okay, so, listen, I really have to go. But thanks for calling. I’ll see you at school , all right?”

“Um, sure. Okay, goodnight.”

“Bye.”

I hung up the phone, disgusted and demoralized. Crushed. Deflated. Humiliated. Pick any depressing word, that’s exactly how I felt, only worse. Sighing, I went to the kitchen. It was definitely time for a stolen candy bar.

As I sat and chewed distractedly on a Three Musketeers, I fumed at her.

How could she do this to me?! After I’d spent all those nights in my bed picturing her naked, imagining us kissing, fantasizing about her as I masturbated. Didn’t she even realize what she meant to me?

No, of course she didn’t. Madison had her own life and her own interests that obviously didn’t include me… interests that no doubt did include boys — yuck!

What did I expect, that she would come running to the phone, breathlessly panting, ‘Oh Julie, I’ve been waiting for you to call!’ Well, yes, that was what I expected, or at least that’s what I’d been hoping for.

As I thought about it, I realized how pathetic I would seem to someone else. I was acting just like everyone said a dumb teenage girl would act — and I wasn’t even a teenager yet!

So, I decided that from then on, Madison would play a much less important role in my nightly fantasies. And I was right, she did. Luckily, however, there were plenty of other girls — both fantasized and real — to replace her in my life.

* * *

To make matters even more aggravating, we didn’t get to watch porn the next night either, because Elaine asked me to babysit again. She called our house early Saturday afternoon, saying she had just heard from an old boyfriend who was in town, and was I available on short notice? I told her I was (while privately rolling my eyes), and so that night at 6:30, my mom dropped me off.

Nothing eventful happened. I didn’t snoop, and I definitely didn’t try to call Madison again. At 1:15 AM, Elaine came back from her date with her old boyfriend. She was in a really good mood and gave me $100 this time. I tried to tell her that was too much, but she insisted I take it, so I did.

On the way home in the car with my mom, I said, “There’s something I don’t understand. How come Elaine Gallagher goes on dates with men, but she only watches, like, lesbian porn? I don’t get that.”

My mother laughed. “That’s not unusual, honey. It doesn’t mean she’s a lesbian in the closet or anything, although she certainly could be bisexual. But there are a lot of straight women who enjoy looking at things like that. It’s very common.”

“Wow. That’s weird.”

“Well, the world is a strange place, darling.” She patted my leg. “And people are among the strangest things in it.”

Kate was asleep when we got home, and Molly was too, of course. It was very late, so I didn’t even try asking my mom if we could watch one of her movies together, although I really wanted to. But she must have sensed what I was thinking (she was good at that), because as she was giving me a goodnight kiss, she said, “I know you’re really eager to have some more fun, sweetheart, and I am too. In fact, I’m working on something special for the three of us, you and me and Kate. Hopefully it will happen next weekend.”

“What is it?”

“Something special, that’s all I’ll say for now.” She smiled and kissed me again. “Now you get some sleep, okay? Goodnight, lover.”

* * *

Elaine called on Tuesday around dinner time, asking if I could sit for her again on Friday night. I said I would, but before I hung up, my mother asked to speak with her.

“Hello, Elaine? Hi, this is Suzanne… oh, I’m glad to hear that… well, we think she’s pretty wonderful too…” she winked at me “…I just wanted to let you know that Julie won’t be available on Saturday this week, in case you wanted her then… yes, we’ve made some plans… all right…” she laughed then “…I’ll be sure and tell her… okay, we will… take care, bye.”

So, that’s where I spent my Friday evening, with the Gallagher brats (no, they weren’t really brats, but you know what I mean). It was boring again, as usual, although I certainly did enjoy making so much money. Elaine gave me $80 this time.

I was starting to wonder what I should do with all the cash I was accumulating. Should I put some of it in savings, like for college or whatever? Or should I blow it on a wildly extravagant purchase? It was interesting to think about. And the other thing to think about was what the plans might be that my mom had made for Saturday. She’d mentioned before that it would be something special. What could it be??

Fortunately I didn’t have to wait very long to find out.

At lunch on Saturday, Mommy told us that a babysitter was coming over to stay with Molly that night. She was taking me and Kate out to dinner, and some other things too.

“Next weekend, Molly, you and I will have some special time together, okay? Just the two of us. Maybe if the weather’s good, we can go horseback riding. Would you like that?”

“Oh, Mommy, could we?” Molly jumped and down.

Our mother laughed. “Sure we can, sweetie, if it’s nice enough.”

We spent most of the day doing chores and reading. It was kind of cold and gray outside. That didn’t stop Kate from going for a long run in the afternoon, though, around the neighborhood. She was working extra hard to stay in shape for basketball. My mom jogged along with her for a while, but then she had to quit, saying she couldn’t keep up.

After Kate got back, she took a shower. When she came downstairs, her hair still wet, Mommy took the two of us aside. It was a little after 4:00 then. The sitter was due in about a half hour.

“So, listen, girls,” she said, “I’ve made some, uh, some special arrangements for later on tonight.”

My sister and I smiled at each other. We had a pretty good idea what our mother meant when she said ‘arrangements’.

“I’d like you to think about wearing something a little provocative, okay? Some clothes, or undies, even, that will make you look and feel like a super sexy young girl. That’s what you both are, of course, and tonight I want to show you off.”

“Wow, Mom,” said Kate, looking at her in awe.

“Could I — is it all right if I wear those really high heels you got me?” I asked.

“Yes, it’s all right. I’d like that. Along with a very short skirt or dress, of course.”

“Wow,” Kate said again.

Then she turned to me, a big grin spreading across her face. “Pink and white tonight?”

I nodded. “Yep, I think it’s time.”

We giggled and ran upstairs to change, holding hands. My sister meant that she was planning to wear the pink and white striped panties and bra that she’d picked out as a birthday gift but had been saving for a special occasion. And I was looking forward to wearing the sexy stiletto heels I’d only worn out of the house once before, on my 12th birthday.

At 4:30, the doorbell rang and Molly ran to answer it. It was Danni! Molly jumped into her arms, squeezing her tightly. As I watched the cute babysitter hugging and kissing my sister, I shook my head and smiled. That certainly wasn’t how I treated Justin and Britney. Very interesting.

Danni set Molly down and complimented me on my appearance. “God, Julie, you look totally hot!”

“Thanks,” I said, turning around slowly so she could see me better.

I’d deliberated over what to wear along with my heels. I thought about a dress but finally settled on a tiny little black knit skirt that clung to me. It was so short I decided I had to wear panties, so I put on the red undies I’d worn when I talked with my mom about finding porn. She seemed to like them. On top I was wearing a tight, thin, red v-neck sweater, with no bra. My nipples were clearly evident. Cinching my waist was a wide black patent leather belt.

In my room, after getting dressed, I’d studied my reflection in the mirror. I looked like a hooker, I thought, a very young hooker. But that was basically the effect my mom had asked for, wasn’t it? I grinned at myself and shrugged, then toddled downstairs on the heels. I still wasn’t very good at walking in them, but I figured I just needed practice.

Kate was in a skirt too, a little denim skirt that came to about mid-thigh and showed off her long slim legs. She didn’t wear skirts or dresses as often as I did, usually opting for jeans or shorts. She also had on a long-sleeved white shirt, untucked, with the cuffs rolled to her elbows. It was unbuttoned as far down as it could go without quite revealing the pretty bra I knew was underneath. My sister didn’t have any high heels yet, but she did have those cute little ankle boots, and that’s what she was wearing. The whole outfit was perfect. She looked so sexy and adorable.

Our mother hadn’t come down yet. Kate and I sat in the family room with Danni and waited. Molly was on Danni’s lap, one arm around her neck. The teenager winked at us and said, “Happy New Year, you guys.” We blushed and giggled.

When Mommy came out of her room and walked downstairs, we all just stared. She was wearing a low-cut black bustier (I didn’t know the word at the time, but later she told me that’s what it was) under a black leather jacket along with a black leather mini-skirt and sheer black stockings. On her feet were extremely high-heeled black pumps. Talk about looking like a hooker!

“Wow,” Kate breathed.

Molly jumped off Danni and ran over to give our mother a hug. “Mommy, you look great!”

We all admired each other for a minute or two, and then got ready to leave.

My mom gave Molly a big hug and kiss, and then she gave Danni a peck on the lips, saying, “All right, you have my cell phone, and don’t hesitate to use it if you need to. I’ll call you later tonight to make sure everything is okay. See you tomorrow.”

Tomorrow? What could she possibly mean by that? But then we were out the door and on our way.

In the car, Kate asked, “Where are we going, Mom?”

“To the mall, first.”

“To the mall?” I asked, but got no response from my mother except a coy smile.

As we entered the mall, she stopped us for a moment. “All right, now, Katie, here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to walk around for a while, and I want you to tell me if you see any hot-looking girls or women that you’d like to see me with. You know, the kind you’d especially like me to bring home to play our game. Okay?”

My sister’s eyes were wide. She didn’t say anything.

“Julie and I have done this before. It’s fun, you’ll see.” Mommy gave her a kiss on the cheek. Kate smiled.

I looked around and I noticed that some of the other shoppers were glancing at us, a few of them outright staring. I realized then how we must appear: a 12-year-old girl in a tiny skirt and stiletto heels, an even younger girl also wearing a mini-skirt, and the woman with them dressed like a streetwalker. No wonder people were gawking.

It made me self-conscious at first, a little embarrassed, but as we started walking I took a deep breath and tried to analyze how I was feeling.

I was pretty sure Kate wasn’t worrying much about what others thought. She’d always been more confident than I was, more self-assured. And my mom wasn’t likely to be concerned with it either. To her, the most important thing was not what you looked like, but what kind of person you were inside. And she was, without doubt, the best person I knew, the best person I could ever imagine knowing.

My sister and I were pretty good people too, I decided, for kids anyway. So what if anyone thought we looked odd or that we were dressed improperly for the mall. Who cares what they think! We can dress however we want, and if we feel like being sexy, if we enjoy showing off our bodies, then we will. Especially since we were all looking forward to the ‘special arrangements’ my mother had made for later that night, whatever they turned out to be.

I held my braless chest out and strutted proudly.

For the next hour or so, we strolled through the mall looking at all the pretty girls, Kate and I pointing out the ones we thought were the hottest. Mommy especially liked it when we told her what we would want to watch her doing with the women and girls we saw. She gets really turned on when her daughters talk dirty.

“Look over there,” I said at one point, touching my mother’s arm. “See that girl, the one with the pigtails? She’s cute, isn’t she? And just look at her little legs. Why don’t you go over there right now and slide your hands up under her skirt and squeeze her bottom.”

“Ooh, yes, that is nice,” she responded. We were in a bookstore, the three of us standing close together, with no one else near enough to hear what we were saying. The freckled young redhead we were ogling was about 7 or 8 years old.

“I’ll bet she’d really like that,” I continued. “I’ll bet she’s just waiting for a hot grownup woman to touch her and get her excited, making her pussy wet.”

“God, Julie,” Kate whispered. “You’re just… god, Julie…”

“And see that lady over there?” I added. “The one looking at the cookbooks? I think she’s the little girl’s mommy. They were talking earlier. Wouldn’t you like to see them touching and kissing each other? The way you do with me and Kate?”

“Mmm,” my mom said, “if you keep this up for much longer, I might just start grabbing you two, taking off all your clothes and kissing you, right here in the middle of the store.”

“Oh, man,” Kate moaned, sounding very aroused. I looked and her and saw that her face was flushed. She wasn’t used to hearing our mother talk that way in public.

A little while later, we came to the Victoria’s Secret store. Melissa noticed us as soon as we entered and hurried over. “Hi, you guys! Wow, you look fantastic!”

She kissed Mommy and me on the cheek and then winked at my sister. “Hi, Kate!”

“Um, hi.”

Kate was looking at Melissa wide-eyed. This was the first time she’d seen her after learning about some of the things the girl had done with our mother while I watched them.

“What are you guys up to today?” Melissa smiled.

I volunteered, “We’re just walking around the mall, looking for hot girls.”

“You are?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “Just like me and my mom were doing the night we came in here to see you and Tracy, and then, and then all that other stuff we did.”

“Speaking of Tracy…” Melissa looked around the store and finally spotted her friend, waving to her and calling her over. It was February now, and they weren’t nearly as busy as they had been at Christmas.

“Hey!” Tracy called as she approached. She was in a tight-fitting knit dress, dark gray. The dress was very short, showing off her pretty legs, and had long sleeves pushed up to her elbows.

“You’ll never guess what they’re doing today,” Melissa said to her.

“Checking out the chicks?” Tracy grinned.

“That’s right,” I giggled.

“Tracy, I don’t think you’ve met Kate,” Mommy said. “She’s my second youngest daughter. Kate, this is Tracy.”

“Hi, Kate. Nice to meet you!” The sexy blonde held out her hand and my sister took it.

“She’s so cute,” Melissa said. “Do you remember when you were in here on your birthday, Kate, and I helped you try on some things?”

“Uh-huh,” Kate answered shyly. It was amusing to see her this way, her usual cockiness nowhere to be found. But then she said, “I’m, uh, I’m wearing some of it now. I mean, um, you know, the pink and white panties and bra that I got.”

“You are? Ooh…” Melissa looked her up and down, obviously trying to imagine her in her underthings. Kate blushed with the attention, but she smiled too.

My mother looked at her watch. “We can’t stay long. I just wanted to stop in and say hello. And have you meet Kate.”

“I’m glad you did,” Tracy smiled. “I’m happy I got to meet her.”

Melissa said, “It’s great to see all of you. Maybe we can… get together some time.”

“Yes, that would be nice,” said my mom. “I’d like that very much. I’ll call you, okay?”

She kissed both girls on the cheek, they kissed her the same way, and then we left. When I glanced back in through the window, Melissa waved sweetly to me and blew me a kiss.

“I really like Melissa,” I said, to no one in particular.

“I do too,” my mom replied, squeezing my hand.

A short walk took us into another corridor of the mall, and there we arrived at Grayson’s, a classy upscale furniture store. This was where Mommy and I had briefly spoken with a gorgeous brunette named Carla on that memorable night a few months earlier. As soon as we came around the corner and saw the store, I started thinking about her again — and a moment later, there she was, standing right in front of me!

“Good evening.” She smiled warmly at us and took my mother’s hand. They exchanged kisses on the cheek.

I stared at Carla, admiring her exotic almond-shaped eyes, her wide mouth with ruby red lipstick, and her delicate pale skin. Then I looked at the rest of her. She was wearing a knee-length pencil skirt, deep brown, with matching pumps and dark nylons. Her creamy satin blouse had french cuffs and was unbuttoned low enough to show some cleavage.

My mom introduced Kate to Carla, and they shook hands. Then Carla said, “I’m all set. Let me just get my things.”

She walked toward the back of the store, her hips swaying in the tight skirt. My pussy tingled as I imagined seeing her naked with my mother later on that night. That’s what I hoped would happen, anyway.

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