Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

“I found porn.”

“You found porn in, uh, in Elaine’s bedroom?” my mother asked.

“Uh-huh.”

We were sitting in my mom’s bed, side by side. It was late on a Sunday night. I was telling her what I’d discovered while snooping around during a babysitting job.

“What kind of porn was it?”

“Um, it was a bunch of DVDs,” I told her. “You know, movies, I guess. Porno movies. There were a lot of them, a whole lot.”

“Okay, well, that’s not really very unusual. Plenty of people have pornography in their homes. Probably a lot more people than you would expect.”

“Yeah, but, um, the movies she has, all of them are, like, lesbian and stuff. No men at all, just girls.”

“Hm, that’s interesting. So, did you…watch any of them?”

“Uh-uh,” I shook my head. “I kind of wanted to, but I was scared. You know, afraid I might get caught or something.”

My mother nodded, patting my knee. “That’s good. I mean, it’s good that you decided against watching them. You could have gotten in real trouble if someone had found you that way.”

“I know. That’s why I didn’t.”

We were both quiet for a minute after that. I fidgeted a little, thinking that there was something else I wanted to ask but not sure what it was.

Then it came to me. “Do you, um, I mean, have you ever watched anything like that, Mommy?”

“Well, yes,” she smiled, “yes, I have.”

“Did you like it?”

“Sure.”

“What kind did you watch?”

“Oh, um, you know, lesbians, girls together.”

I was starting to get excited as I thought about my mother watching lesbian pornography and masturbating. I placed my hand on her leg. Her babydoll nightie was very short, leaving most of her thigh exposed. Her skin was soft and smooth. I gently caressed her.

My mom took a slow, deep breath as she observed my hand stroking her leg. It seemed to me that she might be trembling a bit. I glanced at her chest. The little red nightie was completely sheer, and I could see her erect nipples poking out, inviting me to touch them.

I looked at her mouth, at her moist lips. Just as I was getting ready to kiss her, she said, “But now it really is getting late, honey. You need to go to bed.”

I ignored her. I put my hand on her chin and turned her face toward mine. We kissed.

She kissed me as she had before, deeply and wetly, pressing her tongue into my mouth. It felt so nice. I moaned and reached for her breasts, fondling her stiff nipples through the nightie.

After a long, arousing kiss, she began to pull away. A strand of saliva stretched from my mouth to hers. She looked into my eyes. Then suddenly she pulled me close to her again, kissing me even harder, crushing my lips, shoving her tongue almost down my throat.

She rolled me over on the bed, mounting me. Her arms were around me, squeezing me, taking my breath away, her mouth devouring mine. My mother humped herself against me, rubbing her pussy through her little panties into my crotch. She kept humping me, harder and faster, until I thought she might come.

Then she began to slow down. She lifted her mouth away from mine, gradually easing her movements. I didn’t think she’d climaxed yet, in fact I was sure she hadn’t. But apparently she’d changed her mind about what she was doing.

She became still and looked into my eyes. “I want you so much,” she whispered.

“I know, Mommy, and —”

“But I think we need to wait.”

“Why?”

“I, I don’t know why.” She gently shook her head. “It’s just, I’m not ready yet. Be patient with me if you can, okay?”

“Of course, but —”

“Come on, now,” she began to sit up. “Time for you to go to sleep.”

Again I disobeyed. I remained lying on my back in her bed, looking up at her.

“Mommy, do you have, um, any porn like that?”

She frowned, apparently surprised by my question. But she answered, “Yes…”

“Could I, could I watch it with you sometime?”

That made her chuckle. She smiled and said, “Well, I’ll think about it. I’m not sure you’re old enough for that yet, but we’ll see.”

“Please?”

“I said we’ll see. Now come on, get up. I’m not kidding any more.”

“Okay.”

I left her room after a nice goodnight kiss and went back to my own. There I masturbated for another half hour, finishing with a strong, satisfying orgasm, and soon fell fast asleep.

* * *

During the week, whenever I got the chance, I reminded my mom about my request to watch pornography with her. She was noncommittal, but assured me that she was thinking about it.

I didn’t say anything right away to Kate about what I’d found in Elaine’s bedroom. I’m not sure why, but maybe it was because I was ashamed of my snooping. My sister had such a high opinion of me, I didn’t want to disappoint her.

When Friday came, Mommy made a nice dinner for us, broiled fish and baked potatoes and green peas. Kate and I cleaned up the dishes, and then we all watched TV together for a while. Shortly after 9:00, my mom told Molly it was time for her to go to bed. I was surprised, because that was about a half hour earlier than her usual weekend bedtime. But Molly didn’t complain.

Kate asked if I wanted to play Zelda with her. I said I did, so we turned off the TV and started the video game. We got involved in the action and I didn’t realize how much time was passing.

When the door to Molly’s room opened, I glanced up at the clock and saw that it was almost 10:00. My mom had been in there for a long time. I watched her as she came out. She seemed to hesitate, then slowly began walking downstairs. I’d stopped playing the game, and when Kate noticed that, she did too. We waited until our mother was standing next to the sofa.

Her dark red blouse was halfway open, a lacy black bra visible inside. I saw that her face was flushed and she seemed to be breathing a little harder than usual. She looked at us for a moment, then held out her hand and said, “It’s movie night, girls. Come on.”

“Movie night?” asked Kate.

Mommy just nodded and took her by the hand, gently pulling her up. I took Kate’s controller from her and set both controllers on the coffee table, then quickly turned off the game and got up. I followed them up the stairs.

“What do you mean, movie night?” Kate asked again, but got no answer.

We stepped inside our mother’s room and she shut the door behind us.

“Sit down on the bed, girls,” she said. “Julie, why don’t you tell your sister what movie night means.”

I swallowed. “Um, I, I think it means we’re gonna watch some, uh… that she’s gonna let us look at porn with her.”

“Porn?” Kate asked, wide-eyed.

“That’s right,” Mommy confirmed. She was standing at her dresser, opening a drawer. With her back to us, she said, “Get in bed now, and take off all your clothes.”

“Oh, man, porn!” Kate giggled, as she quickly began getting undressed.

I sat on the bed and took off my socks, then stood up and pulled down my jeans and panties. I took off my sweater and my bra, leaving everything on the floor, and got in bed beside my sister.

Our mother came over to us. She was still dressed, although her blouse was open more than halfway down. In her hands she was holding some DVDs.

“I’m going to give you your choice,” she said. “You pick whichever one you want and we’ll watch it.”

She set them on the bed in front of us, then finished unbuttoning her blouse and removed it.

Kate and I stared at the DVDs. There were three. One was called Pussy Cats, the second was Pink Velvet, and the third was Three Girlfriends.

“Oh my god,” Kate breathed. “Are we really gonna watch all these?”

Mommy chuckled as she unhooked the front closure of her bra and took it off. “Probably not all three tonight. Just choose one and we’ll start with that.”

My sister picked up the DVD called Pink Velvet, turning it over to look at the back, then holding it close, examining the pictures. I did the same with the one called Three Girlfriends. I could barely believe our mom was actually going to let us watch something like this. And watch it with us too!

Walking to the closet, Mommy unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She hung up her blouse and skirt, then slipped out of her panties, dropped the panties and bra in a hamper, and returned to the bed, naked.

“Which one do you want to watch?” she asked.

“All of ‘em,” Kate giggled. She was looking at Pussy Cats now.

“Um, which one do you like best?” I asked my mom.

“Hm, it’s hard to say. They’re all very good. But I think Three Girlfriends might be my favorite.”

“Okay, then I think we should watch that one.”

“What do you think, Kate?” Mommy asked.

“Sure, that’s fine. Any of ‘em, all of ‘em!” she laughed, her face aglow.

“All right, we’ll start with that one.”

Our mother got out her laptop. Hers was a top of the line model, of course, with a big 17 inch screen. She plugged in the power cord so we wouldn’t have to worry about the battery, then got in bed with us, asking me to move so she could sit in the middle.

There was only one light on in the room, a lamp on the table next to Kate. After inserting the DVD and starting it up, Mommy told Kate to turn off the lamp, and we settled in together to watch.

The movie began with these three really cute girls, apparently about high school age, getting their hair done and stuff and then shopping for clothes. It was fun to see, but it made me wonder when it would to turn into porn. After about ten minutes, though, they went to a hotel room together and then they started kissing, and wow!

We didn’t say anything for a while as we watched. Mommy had sort of a little tray that she’d set on the bed to hold the laptop. That left her hands free, and soon after the kissing began, I noticed that she was rubbing herself. I looked over at Kate and saw that she was too.

I was still so blown away by the whole idea of what we were doing that I hadn’t even thought of masturbating yet (that may sound dumb, but oh well). When the cute girls started taking off their clothes, however, and touching each other’s breasts, and when I saw the way they constantly kept kissing each other as if they were so excited they couldn’t help it, and then when I heard my mom and Kate moaning like they were getting really turned on, I suddenly realized that my pussy was dripping wet. I mean, literally dripping.

I must have been squeezing my thighs together the whole time without thinking about it. Because as soon as I spread my legs and put my hands down there and started touching myself, I knew I could come pretty quickly. I was so wet and slippery, and it felt so hot inside my pussy, and it was so easy to rub my clit and make myself feel good. I watched the girls in the movie touching and kissing each other, and I rubbed my hard clit faster and faster, feeling that wonderful swirling heat in my center.

A moment later I heard Kate kind of whimpering like she was almost ready to come, and then my mom said, “Do you like it, Julie? Is this what you wanted to see?”

Her hand was moving fast beneath the covers, and I could hear the squishy slapping sound that meant she was fucking herself with her fingers. I looked up at her face. She looked at me and licked her lips, her eyes full of lust. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah, um… Mommy, I’m getting close.”

“Are you, honey?”

She turned to Kate. “How about you, little girl? Do you like this kind of movie?”

Kate was only able to squeak part of a reply. “Mo — I’m — Unh!”

“Yes! Yes! Do it, Katie, come for me!” my mother urged. She stared at Kate’s crotch, watching as her daughter began to come. She was still fucking herself too, even faster than before. I could hear the sounds and I could smell her potent sexual aroma. Then suddenly she threw back her head and cried, “OH FUCK GOD FUCK YES!!”

That did it for me.

My legs slammed together, squeezing in on my hands, and I erupted into a volcanic orgasm, waves of hot liquid oozing between my fingers as I writhed in my mother’s bed, groaning and gasping, my eyes tightly shut, my whole body convulsing as each new spasm exploded inside me.

 

The world went away for a while.

 

This was one of those climaxes that is so consuming, so totally overpowering that it blots out everything else. I have no idea how long it lasted. It’s possible, I suppose, that I actually may have fainted or something, although I doubt that, because when I finally began to recover and managed to open my eyes, my mom didn’t seem really upset or anything.

She was sitting up in bed, holding her breasts in her hands, massaging them and twisting the nipples, her head turned toward me. As I blinked, trying to catch my breath, she smiled and asked, “Are you okay, honey?”

“Yeah, I… wow, that was…”

I trailed off, and she suggested, “A good one?”

“Definitely,” I grinned.

She leaned down to kiss me, a nice soft kiss with her lips closed, but so tender, warm, and romantic. When she ended it, she asked, “Do you want to watch some more of the video?”

“Um, yeah, sure.” I sat up straighter in the bed. During my climax I had fallen over onto my side.

Kate was looking at me, but she had one eye on the movie too.

On the screen, one of the young girls was licking and sucking another girl’s nipples. After watching the action for a minute, I realized that both girls, all three of them in fact, still had their panties on. We were more naked than they were. And they hadn’t really even started having sex yet — anyway, we hadn’t seen their pussies yet. But we’d already seen enough for each of us to have powerful orgasms.

Not long after that, the girls did take off their panties, or they took off each other’s panties, and soon we saw some touching of pussies, and some licking too, along with a lot more kissing. I wondered if this movie might have vibrators in it, or dildos, or whatever it was I’d found in the smaller box at Elaine’s house. But it turned out it didn’t. I remembered a note on the DVD cover that said ‘Toy-Free’ and I figured that must be what it meant.

I’ll never forget that night — my first time watching porn. It was such an incredible experience, seeing those three awesome-looking girls naked, touching and kissing each other, while sitting in the dark in my mom’s bed and masturbating, side by side with her and Kate. What a great life I had!

We actually got all the way through the end of the movie. When it was over, Mommy said she was surprised, that she hadn’t thought we would finish watching it. Along the way, of course, we each had at least a couple more orgasms. I think Kate had the most, or maybe I did, I’m not sure. Our mother had a few less than we did, though, because she kept stopping so she could watch us come.

I was worn out by the time it ended. It was about 11:30, not really that late, but all those climaxes left me exhausted. My mom and my sister both seemed pretty tired too.

I helped get the little tray and the laptop off the bed and onto the floor, and then we snuggled up dreamily together. After sharing a few soft kisses and caresses, trading murmured endearments, we drifted off to sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 45

By Naughty Mommy

At school the next morning, before the first class began, I was walking down the hall when I saw Madison at her locker, putting her coat inside. I stopped and said, “Hi.”

She turned, breaking into a smile when she saw who it was. “Hey! Hi, Julie!”

“Um, so, how are you doing?” I asked. I felt a little foolish, since I had no idea what to say. I hadn’t rehearsed a conversation as I had for our previous meeting.

“Good, good,” she nodded, still smiling. She shut her locker and picked up her backpack. “I had a really great weekend. How about you?”

“Yeah, definitely. It was…”

I thought about my weekend, about my sexy bath with Kate and the naughty fun we’d had before the bath, and about trying to surprise our mother and all the hot things we’d done with her in her bed that night, but of course I couldn’t tell Madison about any of that.

So, I said, “I, uh, I went babysitting for the first time.”

“Oh, really?”

We started down the hall together. We were actually heading in the wrong direction for me, but I didn’t say anything. I liked walking with her.

“How did it go?” she asked.

“It went fine, I guess. Pretty boring, though.”

“Yeah, I know, it can be. But guess what I did? You’ll never guess.”

“What?” I looked up at her.

Madison was much taller than me. She seemed so much older, so much more grownup than I was. And she was so pretty too. I noticed then that she was wearing a lot of makeup, more than I remembered her wearing before.

“Well,” she said, “I met this really cute guy, Brad, a few weeks ago, at a party at my cousin’s house. He called me up on Saturday, and he asked if he could come over. So he did, and he met my parents. And then later they let him take me out to a movie. Brad’s 16, he’s got his own car and everything. I — wait, this is me. Here’s my class. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Okay.”

She spotted one of her friends inside the room and rushed over to her. “Guess what I did this weekend? You’ll never guess!”

I turned away and started walking back up the hall in the other direction, a skinny seventh-grader who would never in a million years be allowed to go on a date with a high school boy. And who would never want to either, of course.

* * *

Elaine Gallagher called our house Wednesday afternoon, asking if I could babysit for her again on Saturday night. I said I would. My mom dropped me off at 6:45, this time not going up to the door with me, just waiting in the car. When Elaine opened the front door, my mother smiled and waved, then drove away.

Fifteen minutes later, Elaine was gone and I was stuck in the house with her two brats for the next four or five hours. Okay, they weren’t really brats, they were perfectly fine little kids. But I guess I’m not cut out to be a babysitter. I can do everything I’m supposed to do, it’s just that it seems so dull to me.

Maybe that’s why I went snooping that night. The first time I was there I’d been tempted to snoop but had mostly managed to restrain myself. This time, after getting Justin and Britney in bed at 8:00 and then flipping through the TV channels for half an hour, finding nothing at all I wanted to watch, I couldn’t resist the urge.

I turned off the TV and went first to the kitchen to see if there was anything that looked good in the fridge. There wasn’t. I checked the jar on the top shelf of the cupboard and found it was still well stocked with candy bars, but decided to wait until later if I was going to have one at all. Right now I was interested in finding something else. Exactly what, though, I wasn’t sure.

Going down the hall, I looked in the den, which was really more of a junk room. Some old pieces of furniture, exercise equipment that obviously hadn’t been used in a while, a few books, and a lot of dust. Elaine wasn’t very scrupulous about keeping things clean.

That was all there was downstairs: the kitchen, the dining room (mostly empty), the den, the family room, and the garage. I’d searched the family room pretty thoroughly the last time I was there, so now my only choice was to head upstairs.

I’d been up there already, of course, but only in the bathroom and in the kids’ bedroom. There were two other rooms waiting for me. One of them was a combination playroom and sewing room, which, I discovered, was mostly a mess and very dusty. The closet in that room was stuffed full of old clothes and old toys. Nothing interesting at all.

One room left. Elaine’s bedroom. I paused in front of her door. My heart was pounding. Was it wrong for me to be doing this?

Well, yes, of course it was wrong. But that didn’t stop me. Sweet reliable Julie, the girl who never ever does anything bad, was breaking all the rules tonight. It felt good being the bad girl for once — even if no one else knew but me.

I opened her bedroom door and stepped inside. Turning on the light, I waited for a minute, making sure the house was completely quiet, that the kids were still fast asleep. And then I started snooping.

I looked in her chest of drawers. I found some nice lingerie there, a lot of it, in fact. She had quite a collection. I admired some of her things, taking them out and wondering what it would be like to wear them. Then I recalled trying on the sexy outfits that night at Victoria’s Secret with my mom and Tracy and Melissa, and smiled to myself about the happy memory. I did my best to put everything back in the drawers the way I’d found it.

Next I looked in her closet but found only clothes, tons of clothes, including several dozen pairs of shoes. She had plenty of things to wear, although I didn’t think too much of her taste.

I checked the little table by her bedside, which had a small drawer. Nothing good in there.

Only one more place to look. On the wall opposite the bed was a desk with a TV on top of it, along with a DVD player. Opening the top drawer, I found a few things that looked like old bills, and that was pretty much it. The other drawer, the large file drawer, was locked. Shit! That was probably where the best stuff was.

I almost gave up and left the room at that point. But then I decided to look once more in the other drawer, just in case I might find a key. And inside a small brown envelope, there it was.

With trembling hands, I fit the key into the lock on the file drawer and turned it. I began sliding the drawer out. Then I stopped.

What would I do if Elaine came home right now? Would I have time to carefully lock everything up again, return the key to the envelope, leave the room exactly as I’d found it, turn off the bedroom light and then get back downstairs without being discovered? Without being exposed as the criminal suspect I plainly was?

Taking a deep breath, I tracked in my mind the steps I would have to take to conceal what I’d done. I could do it all, I decided. I was safe. And besides, it was still only around 9:00 o’clock. She wouldn’t be home for hours yet. No problem.

Now, let’s see what’s in this drawer… aha!

There was a box inside, and in the box were at least thirty or forty DVDs — porn DVDs — and they were all lesbian!!!

Actually, they weren’t all lesbian. I found a few that seemed to be girls by themselves, apparently masturbating. But all the rest showed pictures of two girls together, or even three or four girls together. I examined one DVD after another, studying the incredibly explicit pictures and lurid descriptions. Not one of them showed a man anywhere.

Wow, what did this mean? Was Elaine a lesbian? Why did she go on dates with men, then? I couldn’t figure that out. Unless maybe she wasn’t really going out with men at all. Maybe that was just what she told me. Maybe she was really going to clubs like the ones my mom went to, and maybe… was it possible my mom might run into her at one of those clubs some night? What would happen then?

My mind raced with the possibilities.

There was another box in the drawer, a smaller one. Inside that box was… something… wrapped in a washcloth, something cylindrical, shaped like… oh my god, could it be? At one end of the thing, the flat end, I found a switch. Did I dare turn it on?

No, I didn’t dare. I had no idea what it would do. It might make a loud noise, start beeping or something, who knows.

I wrapped the thing up in the washcloth and put it back in the box the way I’d found it, then returned the box to the drawer. I assumed what I had found was a vibrator or a dildo or something. I’d heard kids talk about stuff like that, and some of the pictures on the DVD covers showed girls using things that appeared to be similar, but I had never seen one before in real life. What a night of discovery this was turning out to be!

I went back to sorting through the DVDs. There were so many, and they were so exciting. Maybe I should put one in the DVD player and watch it!

No, that would be too risky. I might accidentally wake up the kids, and if they found me like that it could be a disaster. And even if the kids didn’t wake up, if I got involved in what I was watching and I didn’t hear Elaine come home and she discovered me… and then that made me wonder what would happen if she ever did catch me looking at her lesbian DVDs.

Would she be angry? Probably. But maybe she wouldn’t. Maybe she would be pleased. Maybe she would want to try some of the things with me that I saw in the pictures on the covers. Would I want her to do that? I wasn’t sure. I didn’t actually think she was very attractive, not at all in fact. On the other hand, I definitely did want to have sex with a woman someday, so maybe… or maybe not.

For now, I decided, I needed to put these things away and go downstairs and watch TV or something. I really didn’t want to get caught redhanded that way, at least not until I’d thought a lot more about all the pros and cons.

As I placed the DVDs back inside their box (having been very careful to keep them in order as I looked through them), I had another felonious impulse.

Maybe I should take one. Just one. Take it with me and put it in my backpack and steal it. Then some night at home when Mommy was out, Kate and I could watch it together.

I decided against that too. Not only was it stupid — what if the DVD I took just happened to be Elaine’s favorite one and she noticed it right away and called my mom? — not only was it stupid, but it was just plain wrong too. Snooping was one thing. Stealing was clearly another. I returned the larger box to the drawer, locked it up, replaced the key in the small brown envelope, and put the envelope back exactly where I’d found it. I hoped.

After checking around to make sure there were no obvious traces of my breaking and entering, I turned off the bedroom light and closed the door. I looked in on the kids, who were snoozing away, and went back down to the family room for a long night of boredom.

I sat in front of the TV for a while, remote in hand, but again could find nothing on I really wanted to watch. At 10:00, I called my mom and reported in, but of course I didn’t tell her anything about my snooping.

Shortly after I hung up the phone, though, I began to reconsider. Maybe I should say something to my mother about the porn I found. After all, she always told me I could talk to her about anything, right? Hm, I would have to think about that some more…

The hours went slowly by. At 11:00, I finally turned off the TV for good. I looked through some of Elaine’s stupid magazines, which killed a few minutes, then dug into my backpack, pulled out a mystery novel I was reading, and settled down with that. About midnight, I climbed up on a chair in the kitchen, took a Milky Way bar from the jar and ate it, without even feeling very guilty this time.

Elaine got home at 12:45. Apparently she’d had a more enjoyable evening than the previous time, because she was in a much better mood. Or maybe she was just drunk. Anyway, she was all laughs and pretty loud too. I was afraid she might wake the kids, but then they were her kids, so what did I care? I called my mom and she came to pick me up. Elaine gave me $60. Sweet!

I figured it was too late to start a serious conversation about anything that night, so when we got home, I just kissed my mother goodnight and went to my room. Before I fell asleep, though, I had a pleasant time remembering some of the pictures of the girls on the DVD covers kissing and touching each other, putting their fingers and tongues in everywhere. After a nice hot orgasm, I fell asleep.

* * *

The next day, which was Sunday, I kept looking for opportunities to talk with my mom about what I’d found the night before. But she was always with either Molly or Kate and so I never got the chance.

Instead, I waited until everyone was down for the night, and then knocked on her door. It was about 10:15.

“Mom?”

“Come in, sweetie.” She was sitting up in bed, wearing a red babydoll nightgown, totally sheer. It was one I hadn’t seen before. I liked it immediately.

“Hi, um, is it okay if I talk to you about something?”

“Of course it is.” She took off her reading glasses, put down the book she was holding, and held her arms out to me. I went to the bed and got a nice hug and kiss from her.

For the occasion, for this special conversation, I’d decided to put on something different from my usual boxers and t-shirt. I was in a light pink camisole, very thin, almost transparent. I’d bought it the previous weekend, using money I’d earned in my first babysitting job (which seemed appropriate). I was also wearing my briefest, sexiest pair of hipster panties. They were bright red and went quite nicely with my mom’s nightie, I realized.

I’d hoped the outfit might make me look a little bit like the hot girls I’d seen in the pictures on those DVDs. My mother apparently approved. After she kissed me, she held me away from her a moment and said, “Well, don’t you look tantalizing! My little girl is definitely growing up. And very nicely too.”

Although this was exactly the reaction I’d wanted, I found myself blushing. Silly me. “Oh, uh, thanks, Mom,” I stammered.

I settled in next to her. Her arm was around my shoulder, pulling me close.

“So, what did you want to talk about, sweetie?”

“Well, um, it’s kind of embarrassing…”

“But you know you can -”

“always talk to me about anything,” we recited in unison, and then had a good laugh.

“Well, you know you can,” she emphasized.

“I know,” I looked at her, smiling, “and I’m really glad I can, Mom. I mean that, I really am.”

She kissed me on the lips. “Good. Me too. Now tell me what’s on your mind.”

“So, um, it’s about when I was babysitting last night at, well, at Ms. Gallagher’s — only she wants me to call her Elaine instead — that’s okay, isn’t it?”

“Sure, of course it’s fine, if that’s what she wants.”

“All right. Um, anyway, after I put the kids to bed, it was only about 8:00 o’clock and I was already bored. There’s nothing to do over there. No video games or movie channels or anything. I mean, I had a book with me, but, um… I was really bored, and then I did a bad thing.”

“What did you do?”

“Well, I decided to… to sort of look around, to see if I could find anything interesting.”

“What do you mean by interesting?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Just, like, something different, anything.”

“Okay.”

“Um, and so, I looked around, but it was just the usual stuff people have. Except a lot of it was sort of junky and dirty. I mean, she doesn’t keep her house very clean.”

“Okay. And?”

“Um, well, so I finally decided to look in her bedroom, in Elaine’s bedroom?”

“Yes?”

“And I found something in there that I wanted to talk with you about.”

“You found this in Elaine’s bedroom?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You were snooping in there?”

“Yeah, I… I’m sorry, Mommy, it’s just, I was so bored, and… I didn’t mean to do anything wrong, but… well, I mean I know it was wrong, and I knew it was wrong then but I did it anyway, and” — by then I was sobbing — “I’m sorry, Mommy, I know it was wrong.”

My mother let me cry for a little while.

“I’m sorry, Mommy, I won’t do it again, I promise I won’t.”

Finally she hugged me. “Hush now, it’s okay, we all do things that are wrong sometimes. Even you.”

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” I sobbed.

“I know you are, darling, I know.” She kissed my forehead. “Come on, now, you don’t have to cry. I’m not mad at you.”

“You’re not?”

“No, darling, I’m not mad at you.” She kissed my cheeks, kissing my tears.

I sniffled and tried to regain my composure. “I promise I won’t do it again.” I wiped my nose with my arm.

“I know you won’t.” My mother reached over to the table by her bed and grabbed a tissue from a box. “Here, baby girl, blow your nose. It’s okay.”

After blowing my nose a couple of times, using another tissue, and then another, I said, “I’m sorry, Mommy.” I almost started crying again.

“There, there now, that’s enough tears. And I know you’re sorry, you don’t have to keep saying it. Okay?”

I sniffed and blew my nose one more time. “Okay.”

“All done crying now?”

I tried to smile. “I think so.”

“Okay, good.” She kissed me on the lips. “Let’s just take a minute now, and settle down. Take a big deep breath. That’s good. Now take another.”

I did as she asked, twice.

“That’s my good girl. Feeling better now?”

“Yeah.” This time my smile was more genuine.

“All right,” she said, “so it seems to me that there are two things going on here. First, you were snooping, and obviously you feel bad about that. Fine, we’ll talk about that. And second, there was something you found in, uh, in Elaine’s bedroom. Something you’ve been thinking about a lot, because otherwise you wouldn’t be in here talking to me about this. Am I right?”

Now I really smiled. “Uh-huh. Exactly right.”

“Okay, so, first things first. You told me were snooping, and that you know that was wrong. You knew it was wrong at the time, but you did it anyway. Correct?”

I nodded, feeling on the verge of tears again.

“All right, now, don’t start crying again. I know you feel bad about it, and you should feel bad. I’m glad you do. But Julie, everyone does bad things. Everyone. Even you. That doesn’t make them right, but just because we sometimes do bad things, that doesn’t make us bad people. Do you see?”

“Um, I think so.” Her logic was compelling. I felt a little less like crying now, and a lot more like thinking.

“You were wrong, that is, you did the wrong thing, and we can talk about why it was wrong. Let’s do that first, okay?”

I glanced at the clock and saw that it was past 10:30. It was a school night, and I should be in bed by now, but my mom was willing to have this conversation with me anyway. I loved her so much.

“Now, honey, why do you think it was wrong to be snooping?”

“Well, um, because… I was violating her privacy?”

My mother nodded. “That’s right. Any other reasons?”

I thought about it. I took another very deep breath and let it out. “Because, because she trusted me. Um, because she hired me to do a job, and, and when I was, when I was snooping, I wasn’t doing my job.”

“Very good.” She squeezed my shoulder. “I’m impressed. That’s a very mature attitude for a 12-year-old.”

“Thanks, I guess,” I smiled.

“I understand that you’re sorry, and you understand why it was wrong. I’m not going to punish you for it. I don’t think that’s necessary. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“But before we go on to the second part, we should talk a little more about snooping. You know, Julie, it may be hard to believe, but I was a little girl too at one time. I was 12 years old once, way back in the Dark Ages, and I did some babysitting myself.”

She smiled at me, then continued. “I know how boring it can be, and I understand that the temptation to look around can be almost irresistible. I did it too, more than once.”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh, and I think most babysitters probably do. Or at least a lot of them do. It’s understandable, it’s basically human nature. That doesn’t make it right, but it also means it’s not a very terrible crime. You just showed yourself to be human, that’s all.”

Another smile, and this time a kiss on the lips.

“But as you said, there are reasons why it’s wrong, and if you are mature enough to see those, then you may also be mature enough to resist the temptation, most of the time anyway.”

At this point I couldn’t help myself. I knew she wasn’t finished talking, but I wanted to give her a hug, a big one. And so I did. I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her tightly. “Thank you, Mommy. Thank you for explaining everything.”

“You’re welcome, darling.”

“But, um, I know you’re not done,” I said as I released her from the hug. “There was a part two, right?”

“Yes,” she chuckled, “part two coming up right after this commercial message.”

She put her mouth on mine and kissed me deeply, her lips parting, her tongue seeking mine. We kissed wetly and warmly for a minute or so. By the time we were done I was panting, my pussy aflame.

“Now then,” my mother smiled, her eyes hooded seductively, “shall we talk about part two?”

I took a deep breath. “Okay.”

“Tell me what you found in her bedroom.”

Continue on to Chapter 44

By Naughty Mommy

As we were heading toward our mother’s bedroom, I suddenly recalled the clothes we’d left in the washing machine.

“Wait just a sec, I’ll be right back,” I told Kate.

Giggling, I dashed down the hall and down the stairs — naked, of course — quickly transferred the laundry from the washer to the dryer and started it going, then ran back up the stairs.

My sister was waiting for me, grinning happily. “You’re so good, you always remember everything you’re supposed to do. I wish I was more like you.”

“Aw, don’t be silly. I’m just neurotic, that’s all.”

“I don’t know what that word means,” she chuckled, “but if it means sexy, that’s what you are!”

Laughing out loud, I hugged her and kissed her, slapping her bare bottom with my hand. “You’re so funny,” I told her. “God, I love you!”

“Come on!” Kate urged. “Let’s go get in Mommy’s bed.”

“Okay!”

This was really exciting, yet another new thing I hadn’t done before, or even thought of doing. I felt a stir of arousal as I imagined our mother’s reaction at finding her young daughters waiting naked for her.

We entered her bedroom, switched on the overhead light for a minute to get our bearings, then turned off the hall light and the bedroom light, shut the door behind us, and groped our way to the bed in the dark. Pulling back the covers, we slipped inside, giggling nervously. The sheets felt chilly, making my nipples hard. My toes were cold too. I hugged Kate to get warm.

My teeth were chattering. I knew it wasn’t really that cold, and that it had to partly be my jitters about what we were doing that made me feel this way. I pulled the covers all the way up over our heads. My sister and I nestled together, face to face in total blackness, nothing but moist breath and soft skin between us.

After a minute, I began to calm down. Neither of us had said anything yet as we huddled inside our mother’s bed. Still not speaking, I brought my lips to hers and we kissed.

The first kiss was soft, slow, sweet, just lips on lips, no tongue. Then I pulled back a little and waited.

Kate rested her forehead on mine, as she liked to do. We stayed that way a while, feeling warmer, breathing easily, gently holding each other, a long interval of tender, loving, sisterly closeness.

Tender, loving, sisterly… and more than sisterly too… I felt her hand moving to my breast, touching my nipple, fondling it, teasing it, twisting it, making it grow full and turgid, making it throb with desire.

I kissed her again, my lips apart this time. She sighed, shoving her tongue deeply into my mouth. She pinched my erect nipple harder as we kissed. An impulse shot from my tit to my clit and I trembled all over with lusty excitement.

Kate wrapped her arms around me, pulling my body tightly to hers. Her leg pressed between my thighs, opening them, sliding up until it lodged against my wet pussy. I moaned, kissing her even more urgently.

Then, without warning, she drew away. She turned onto her back, removing her leg from my crotch, and pushed the covers down, trying to get her breath.

“God,” she panted. “I… I just…”

“What is it, Katie? What’s wrong?”

“I mean… god, Julie, if… if you weren’t my sister, then…”

“Then what?”

She laughed. “Then I’d do everything with you!”

I turned onto my back too, laughing with her, but also secretly despairing. I wanted her so much. Should I tell her that? Tell her what I really felt? Tell Kate that I wanted her, that I wanted her in spite of our being sisters — maybe because we were sisters?

Maybe I should have said that to her then, but I didn’t. All I said was, “I know…”

It was quiet for a while. We lay together in the dark, still close, but not quite touching.

Several minutes later, Kate said, “I’m sorry, Julie.”

“Sorry? What for?”

“Well, I mean, I’m sorry I got you excited that way, and then I stopped. It’s not fair.”

“Um, I know, but you…… I don’t want you to stop.”

Her hand found mine. Our fingers interlaced.

A long pause, and then she said. “Do you really think it’s okay?”

“What’s okay?”

“You know, for us, even if we’re sisters, to kiss and stuff. Like we do.”

I thought about what she’d asked. I knew what I wanted, but that wasn’t really the question. Finally I said, “I don’t know, I’m not sure. I think it is, but I don’t know.”

“I like doing it, though. I like it a lot.”

“Me too,” I told her. “A lot.”

“Julie?”

“Yeah?”

“Where do you think Mommy goes, um, when she goes out at night?”

“I don’t know. I never really thought about it. She goes dancing, I know that.”

“I know, but where?”

“I’m not sure. We could ask her, I guess.”

As if on cue, we heard our mother’s car drive up and the garage door start to open. I glanced at the clock. It was almost 12:00.

“Omigod, she’s home!” Kate yanked the covers up over our heads, laughing insanely. I laughed too, caught up in her hysteria, and tried to hug her.

“Be quiet!” she urged, even though she was the one making most of the noise.

“Okay, okay, just keep still, calm down. If we’re gonna surprise her, we can’t keep laughing.”

“I know!” she giggled loudly.

We heard Mommy coming into the house and then a minute later up the stairs. We scrunched closer together under the covers. “Shh!!” Kate attempted to whisper, still giggling.

The bedroom door opened. A couple of footsteps, and then a light switched on. I could tell it was the lamp on my mother’s vanity, not the overhead light.

Kate chortled. When she tried to muffle it with her hands, it came out like a snort. I couldn’t help myself and started giggling too. “Shh!!”

“What’s that I hear?” said Mommy, jokingly. “I thought I heard something.”

My sister snorted again, her whole body shaking as she struggled to contain her delirium.

“Could there be burglars in here? Hiding in the bed, perhaps?”

We knew, of course, that our planned surprise was a comically inept failure, but we stayed under the covers just the same.

“Burglars, hiding in my bed. It’s a good thing I keep this big hammer here in the drawer, so I can bash them with it.”

Kate threw back the covers, shrieking with laughter, “Mommy, it’s us!!” We both sat up, grinning like fools.

“Well, well, well…” She stood looking at us, hands on her hips, smiling and shaking her head. She wasn’t holding a hammer. “What have we here?”

“We wanted to surprise you,” I giggled.

“Yes, and you did too. And what a nice surprise it is.” Her gaze went from our blushing faces to our bare breasts. “If you two aren’t just the cutest little burglars I ever saw.”

She took a deep breath and let it slowly out. Then she turned toward the vanity and began taking off her earrings. “Okay, now, you pair of juvenile delinquents. Run along and get in bed. I’ll come in and kiss you goodnight in a minute.”

“But, Mommy,” I began, “there’s, um, there’s something we wanted to ask you about.”

“Yeah,” Kate nodded, apparently glad I’d thought of a reason for us to stay a while longer.

“Yes? And what is that?” Our mother closed her jewelry case, then came and sat on the end of the bed, slipping off her shoes and rubbing her feet.

“Well, it’s, when you… we wanted to know, like, when you go out at night, we wondered what kind of places you go to.”

“Oh. Well, it depends. There are several different places.”

“Like where?”

She stood and turned to face us, smiling. “You really want to know?”

“Yeah. Well, um, Kate was wondering about it. And I’m curious too. I never asked you.”

Reaching behind her neck, my mother untied the back of her halter dress. The top fell away, exposing her beautiful breasts.

“I go dancing, you know, at nightclubs. Sometimes at, uh, at lesbian clubs.”

She pulled down a zipper on the side of the pretty green dress and stepped out of it. Now she was wearing only a lacy white g-string. I couldn’t believe how sexy she looked.

“Like I said, there are several different places. It just depends on my mood. And on what I find when I get there,” she added with a smile.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well…” Our mother looked at us for a moment, at our eyes, at our nipples, and then down at her own nipples. She lifted her fingers to them, toying with them.

“You know what I’m looking for when I go out, don’t you?” she asked in a husky voice.

We didn’t reply. But I could feel my heart beating faster.

She looked at us again, licking her lips as she continued to fondle her nipples. “When I go out at night, I’m looking for one of two things. First, I’m always looking for someone new I can bring home with me, a beautiful woman who’ll be willing to play our game with us, who will let me fuck her while my daughters are watching…”

“God,” sighed Kate. I glanced at her and saw that she was tweaking her little nipples too.

“…and if I can’t find that, which most often I can’t, then I’ll just look for someone to have some fun with that night, a pretty woman or girl I can kiss and touch and who will maybe finger me or lick me and give me a nice hot orgasm before I come home.”

“God, Mommy…” Kate sighed again.

Our mother was holding both her breasts in her hands, massaging them and squeezing the nipples. She smiled at my sister and blew her a little kiss.

Then, as we watched, she did that amazing thing I’d seen her do on New Year’s Eve with Danni. She lifted a breast up toward her face, extending her tongue to lick the erect nipple. She kissed it and licked it, bathing it with her tongue, even sucking on it briefly, and then raised her other breast, doing the same with the other nipple.

“Wow,” Kate breathed. I looked at her again and saw that she had a hand between her legs. She was masturbating. I was still just sitting there, observing everything.

When she finished licking and kissing her own nipples, Mommy knelt on the end of the bed, then slowly came crawling toward us on her hands and knees. Now my heart was really beating fast.

She approached Kate, bringing her mouth very close to my sister’s. She whispered, “Do you want me to tell you everything I do with those women I meet? Every dirty nasty little detail?”

Kate nodded shyly, her eyes wide. I don’t think she was capable of speech at that moment. Mommy licked her own lips, then put out her tongue and licked around the edge of my sister’s mouth. I heard Kate whimpering.

“Okay, little girl, I’ll tell you all about it. I’ll tell you what your mommy does when I go out at night, about the sexy women I meet, and how we get each other excited.”

She sat back on her haunches, running her hands up and down her body, caressing her breasts, her abdomen, her thighs. “I’ll tell you about the way we dance together, the way we kiss and touch each other, sliding our hands up the insides of our legs, reaching under our skirts right in the middle of the dance floor and rubbing each other’s pussies.”

My hand was on my swollen clit, caressing it, my other hand on my breast, pinching the hard nipple. Without even realizing it, I had started to masturbate as I watched my mother acting so seductively.

“Is that what you want to hear?” Mommy asked.

Kate just nodded again.

“I can tell you more too, little one, much more. I’ll tell you everything you want to know. But first, there’s something I want you to do for me.” Turning, our mother reclined on the bed, laying her head on a pillow. She looked up at Kate. “Will you take off my undies?”

“Okay.” My sister’s voice was barely a squeak. I could see her trembling.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Then she slipped her fingers inside the waistband of the white lace g-string and gradually started tugging it down. Mommy raised her bottom up from the bed but did nothing else to help. It took Katie a minute to get the tight g-string over my mom’s hips and then all the way down her long legs and off.

“Thank you, sweetie.”

“Um, you’re welcome.”

“Now I think I need a kiss. Can you kiss me, right here?” She pointed to her mound, to the small patch of closely trimmed pubic hair just above her vulva.

A tiny whisper, “Okay.”

I rubbed my clit faster as I watched my sister slowly bending down, bringing her mouth to Mommy’s crotch, giving her a tender kiss.

My mother took Kate’s head in her hands and held her there for several seconds, actually pressing her face in more tightly against her body. When she released her, she said, “Thank you, darling, that was nice. Very nice. But now I need another kiss. Right here.”

She pointed to a spot between her breasts.

Kate swallowed. She put a hand between her legs and stroked herself, just briefly, before shifting higher on the bed and then leaning down again, bringing her lips to the spot our mother had pointed out.

This time, instead of holding Kate’s head, my mom put her hands on the sides of her breasts and pressed them together, catching my sister’s face between them. Kate began to pull away, but Mommy stopped her, saying, “No, don’t move, keep kissing me. Use your tongue.”

I wasn’t able to see what Kate was doing, but I heard some muffled licking sounds. Our mother cooed, “That’s a good girl. That’s Mommy’s good girl.” She squeezed her nipples between her thumbs and her forefingers as she pressed her breasts tightly against Kate’s face.

When my mom finally released her, Kate’s eyes were wide, her face flushed with excitement. She licked her lips and immediately a hand went between her legs, stroking rapidly.

Mommy smiled when she saw that. “Mmm, is my little girl getting turned on? Is your pussy getting wet?”

“Uh-huh,” Kate nodded.

Mine was too. Very wet.

“Okay,” our mother said. “Come here and lie down next to me now and I’ll tell you everything I do when I go out at night. Julie, you come here too.”

She smiled and held her hands out to us. We went to her.

As we started to lie down, Mommy said, “Katie, can you turn off the light? Let’s do this in the dark.”

“All right.”

For the next hour, or maybe longer, we listened as our mother recounted in detail how she went out looking for women to have sex with, how she would make eye contact with them, talk with them, dance with them, and then begin kissing and caressing. She told us how sometimes they would seek a secluded corner of a nightclub for more intimate touching, reaching inside each other’s panties (if they were wearing any), occasionally even bringing each other to orgasm right there in the open.

We were all three masturbating as we lay in her bed in the dark, listening to her low voice as she described her sexy encounters with these women. She gave us evocative descriptions of some of the ones she’d been with recently, their hair, their eyes, their mouths, their breasts. She told us how exhilarating it was to touch another woman’s pussy, a complete stranger, someone she hadn’t met before, how thrilling it was to slide her hand up between her legs, to see what she would discover.

How much pussy hair would this new woman have? Would she be completely bald, as so many were these days? It was so exciting to find out. And what would her lips be like, her labia? Small and delicate, or thick and full? Would she already be wet when——

I came then, as she talked about exploring another woman’s pussy in the dark corner of a nightclub. My mother paused to let me finish. I was kind of surprised that I climaxed first that night. Sometimes it took me a little longer than Kate or my mom, but not this time.

She went on to tell us more, and soon both she and my sister were having their own orgasms. But we didn’t stop there. We continued touching ourselves and she kept on talking about going to different clubs and bars, trying to find someone she could dance with and kiss and hopefully seduce. She even told us that sometimes, if she was feeling extra needy, she would go to a strip club and pay one of the young girls there to take her in the back and lick her and fuck her and sit on her face until they both came several times. That sounded totally nasty and hot, and it made both me and Kate come as we listened.

That wasn’t what happened every time our mother went out, though. There were nights when she would return home unfulfilled, unsatisfied. She confessed that often those were the times when she would come into my room late at night to play with me.

“I get back here and I’m still feeling all worked up,” she whispered to us. “Of course I can always just get in bed and play with myself, which I usually will, but sometimes I just have to touch someone, I have to feel their warm skin. So I go in to see you, or maybe Mol— um, I mean, that’s when I go in to see you, Julie, and now Katie too.”

A minute later she was climaxing again as she talked about visiting me or my sister in my bed at night. I was almost ready for another orgasm too, but something else had caught my attention.

When my mother started to say ‘Mol’ and then stopped, did she mean Molly? That sometimes at night she went to her room to play sexual games with her, the way she did with me? Was that possible? I wondered if it really was, and as I kept thinking about it, as I pictured my mommy getting in bed with my baby sister, kissing her and touching her, I came again, this time even harder than before.

We all had many orgasms in the dark in my mother’s bed as she kept telling us about her experiences of going out and searching for lovely young women she could fool around with.

I’m not sure how or when it happened, but at some point, Kate and I turned onto our sides to face our mother, and we began to kiss, three mouths close together, tongues licking and exploring. The two of us ended up straddling her thighs, still masturbating as we kissed, and now also clutching at her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her hard nipples.

She touched us too, sliding her hands up and down our naked bodies, her fingers reaching down to our bottoms, even moving into our cracks, probing — wait, was that her finger pressing in on my anus? Could it be? Yes, it was! I’d never felt that before, never expected to feel it, and now it made me come, powerfully and wetly.

Kate started coming too, just a moment later. Our mother held us close, petting us and gently kissing us, as we climaxed on top of her. After we were both finished, she whispered to us that it was very, very late, and time for us to try to get some sleep. I was surprised she did not tell us to go back to our own beds. She was going to let us spend the whole night with her. I was delighted, and I’m sure my sister was as well.

I licked my fingers and snuggled close to my mom, soon falling asleep.

I remember having the most wonderful dream that night, a sexy dream about dressing up and going out on the town with my mommy, dancing with her and others, having so much fun — except that at the clubs we went to in my dream, there were not only women there, but lots of young girls too, the cutest little girls in very short skirts… oh, how lovely it was…

* * *

When I awoke in the morning, I was lying on my side. My mother was behind me, spooning with me, her hand resting on my hip. Her slow, deep breathing made me think she was still asleep.

I raised my head to look at the clock. It was a few minutes after 9:00. As I laid my head on the pillow again, I felt a gentle kiss on my neck.

“Good morning, pumpkin,” my mom whispered.

“Hi.”

Her hand slid up to cup my breast. She hugged me tenderly. It was so nice and warm and secure in her bed, I never wanted to move. Except I had to go to the toilet.

I took her hand in mine and moved it away as I got up. “Sorry, um, I’ll be right back.”

When I returned from the bathroom, my mother wasn’t there. Kate was still in the bed, fast asleep, lying on the other side, facing away. I looked around for a moment and listened, but couldn’t hear anything.

The room was cool and I was naked. I shivered, quickly deciding to get back under the covers. As I was getting in, my mom came through the door. She was wearing a thin robe, which she removed, tossing it over a chair.

“Scoot over,” she said, and I did. She slid in next to me and pulled me close, spooning again, but facing toward Kate. I smiled happily.

“I just wanted to check on Molly,” she told me. “She’s still asleep, the little dumpling.”

“Okay.”

We cuddled, her hand holding my breast, her thighs warm against the back of mine. She kissed my neck sweetly a few times, then parted her lips, beginning to lick and nibble. I felt my nipples getting hard.

Kate stirred and stretched. It was a little early for her to wake up, but then this was the first time she’d slept in our mother’s bed. It was a new experience for her. She turned over, looking at us, blinking her sleepiness away.

“Hey… hi, you guys.”

“Hi, puddin’,” Mommy said. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Yeah, I did, I really did.” Kate rubbed her eyes, yawning and stretching again. I loved looking at her body. So smooth and long and lean and desirable.

When she finished stretching, she said, “Um, can I… can I cuddle with you guys?”

“Of course you can, baby. Here, let’s do it this way.” My mother climbed over me and settled in between us, on her back. She put her arms out on either side, and Kate and I both snuggled up close to her, our heads resting on her chest, just above her breasts. Kate grinned at me and I grinned at her.

Mommy stroked our hair, sighing contentedly. “Now all we need is Molly,” I heard her whisper, apparently to herself.

“I could go get her,” I proposed. “Do you want me too?”

“No, no, it’s all right. Just let her sleep. There’ll be plenty of time for… everything… soon enough.”

The way she said that made my pussy tingle. I turned my head slightly and planted a soft kiss on the swell of my mother’s breast.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” she whispered.

I kissed her again, moving my lips down a little this time, inching closer to her nipple.

She squeezed my shoulder and said, “Come on up here, honey, both of you now, and give your mom a good morning kiss.”

We did. We each kissed her on the lips. She hugged us and gave us nice long kisses, but without opening her mouth. Then she told us it was time to get up and get our day started.

Continue on to Chapter 43

By Naughty Mommy

The next week, on Friday night, I had my first babysitting assignment for Ms. Gallagher.

My mom drove me over to her house — it was a few miles away from ours — and took me up to the door to introduce me. Ms. Gallagher invited her inside, but my mom said she had to get back home to Kate and Molly, so she left, and I went in to meet the kids. I think my mother did that mainly just so I wouldn’t feel like she was watching over me too much, because I knew she didn’t really mind leaving my sisters alone for a while. I appreciated that.

Ms. Gallagher took me in to meet her children, Justin and Britney, a 5-year-old boy and 3-year-old girl, who were playing in the family room. They were okay, I guess, just fairly normal little kids. Luckily neither of them was still in diapers. I was glad I didn’t have to worry about that.

When my mom dropped me off, it was about 7:00 o’clock, and Ms. Gallagher was planning to leave at 7:15 to go on her date. She told me the kids had already eaten and that they were both supposed to go to bed at 8:00. She left me with them for a minute while she finished getting ready to go out.

When she came back, Ms. Gallagher gave me her cell phone number, and asked if I had any questions. I didn’t.

Then she said, “I wish you’d call me Elaine. When someone calls me by my last name, especially a nice young girl like you, it makes me feel so old. Do you mind calling me Elaine?”

“No, I don’t mind, Ms. — um, Elaine.”

“Good, I’m glad. Okay, then I guess we’re all set. How do you think I look?”

“You look nice. Very nice.”

She was wearing a short black skirt with black nylons and high heels along with a patterned blouse and a bolero jacket. She looked good, although I didn’t actually think she was very attractive (I didn’t tell her that, obviously). She had nice enough legs, but her waist was kind of thick, and her face, well… maybe I was getting too picky, but she definitely wasn’t as pretty as the women my mom would bring home.

Anyway, she left a minute later and I was alone with the kids. Everything went fine. I played with them for a little while, then got them into their pajamas, helped them brush their teeth, read them a couple of bedtime stories, and finally tucked them in and turned out the light. They slept in the same room.

After that I was on my own until about midnight when Ms. Gallagher — sorry, Elaine — was supposed to be back. I was tempted to snoop around a bit, maybe see if there was anything unusual or interesting to look at, like in Elaine’s bedroom, for instance. But I didn’t. I just turned on the TV and started flipping around the channels. Unfortunately, she had only basic cable, not even any good movie channels, and there was really nothing on I wanted to watch. They did have a DVD player, but all the DVDs I could find were awful kiddie things like Gumby or Strawberry Shortcake. She didn’t even have any good books to read, just a few crappy magazines. I couldn’t believe it.

Later on, I looked in the fridge, but I didn’t see anything very appetizing there. I did find a stash of candy bars, though, that Elaine kept in a jar on the top shelf of a cupboard. I ate a Three Musketeers bar, although I felt guilty about doing it. At 10:00, I called my mom to let her know how I was doing, as she’d asked me to.

Then I went back to stare at the TV some more while I waited for Elaine to get home. The biggest thing I learned that night is that babysitting is boring.

* * *

I was practically asleep on the couch when Elaine came in at 12:30. The TV was still on, but I wasn’t interested in the program at all, and my eyelids just kept getting heavier and heavier.

Apparently Elaine hadn’t had very much fun either. Her makeup was smeared, so I suppose she might have gotten kissed, but when I asked if she’d had a good time, she just sort of grunted and sneered, not at me, but at the thought of Roger, the guy she went out with.

I told her everything had gone fine with the kids, and then I called my mom and fifteen minutes later she was there to take me home. Elaine gave me $40, which I thought was a lot, but I didn’t complain.

As we were driving, Mommy asked, “So, what do you think? Do you like babysitting?”

“It’s okay, I guess,” I yawned, laying my head on the back of the seat and closing my eyes.

I was totally sleepy that night and I didn’t even try to get my mother to kiss me or anything when we got home. Well, she did kiss me, of course, but she just kissed me goodnight in the regular way.

Then I put on my pajamas, crawled into bed and fell asleep. It was a rare night when I didn’t masturbate and give myself at least one orgasm before going to sleep. I would make up for it the next night, though, and then some.

* * *

As sleepy as I had been on Friday night, when Saturday arrived I was wide awake and full of energy. I decided that afternoon to try some baking. My mom took me to the grocery store to get everything we needed, and then at home she watched (and helped a little) as I put together a peach cobbler for our dessert that night. It turned out perfectly, a big hit.

After putting Molly to bed at 9:30, Mommy got ready to go out. She came downstairs wearing her low-cut green dress with the halter top. It was one I really I liked. Seeing her in it made me think about watching her with Bonnie, only the second person I ever saw her have sex with, after Karen. And it also reminded me of that day at the mall when my mom had been flirting with Carla, the gorgeous woman in the furniture store.

Kate and I, who were sitting on the sofa playing one of her video games, immediately put down our controllers and got up to tell our mother how great she looked.

“Thank you, girls. It means a lot to me to hear you say that.”

She took my face in her hands and gave me a long, wet kiss. Then she did the same with Kate. By the time she finished, we were both reeling. Mommy’s kisses were like a powerful drug or something.

Our mother left and we were on our own. We looked at each other for a minute, each of us trying to decide, I think, what might be the most imaginative kind of sexy play we could devise.

“Hm, out in the garage?” I said, but then immediately dismissed that idea. “Nah, it’d be too cold.”

“How about in the kitchen, with food?” Kate suggested. Leave it to Kate to think up something with food.

“That’s interesting,” I told her, “definitely interesting. It might get pretty messy though.”

“Yeah, it might.”

“Ooh, but then after, maybe we could get in the bathtub together and, like, wash each other off and stuff.”

“Yeah!”

“Let’s do it!”

Laughing hysterically, we ran to the kitchen.

Once we arrived, we stood in the middle of the floor for a moment, holding hands, catching our breath.

“Okay, um, what kind of food is sexy?” I asked, and we pondered that.

“Let’s see, cereal? I don’t think so…” Kate began. “Lunch meat? No, not really… Um, how about chocolate? Like chocolate syrup?”

“Yeah, maybe, but — I know,” I said, as I opened the fridge. “There’s something I wanna try. I saw it on a YouTube video once.”

I got out a bottle of white wine, about half full. Our mother had opened it at dinner and had a couple of glasses.

“Okay, lie down on the floor. No, not on the floor, I guess,” I said to Kate, “maybe um, on the table. Here, move those flowers.”

“On the table?”

“Right. But first, take off all your clothes. We both can, okay?”

“Okay!”

She quickly peeled out of her jeans and t-shirt and undies and I did the same. A moment later there were two young girls standing in their kitchen, completely naked, looking at each other and giggling.

“Now get on the table. Um, on your back.”

“All right.”

She did, and I pulled the cork out of the bottle.

“This might be a little cold,” I said, “but try to keep still.”

I held the bottle over my sister’s navel and attempted to pour just a tiny amount of wine into the depression. In my excitement, I ended up pouring quite a lot more than a tiny bit and she most definitely did not keep still. She squealed and squirmed and the wine went splashing everywhere.

We laughed, shrieking with glee.

“Oh my god,” I said, when I got my breath back. “We really are making a mess. We’re gonna have to clean this up before Mommy gets home.”

“I know, but who cares?” Kate chuckled.

“Yeah, who cares?” I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth.

I attempted the ritual once more. This time I was able to get a small amount of wine to stay in her navel, with only another cup or so spilling onto the table.

The next step was for me to try to drink the wine from her belly button, but with both of us giggling so much, by the time I got my lips down there, only a few drops were left. That didn’t really matter, of course. It was the thought that counted. I sucked up the drops that were there, then shoved my tongue into her belly button and that made her laugh some more.

Now it was my turn. We switched positions. I almost slipped getting up onto the table, there was so much wine on it. It felt cold and clammy laying down in the mess, but at the same time it was exciting too, like we were doing something forbidden and exotic.

My nipples were stiff and I was starting to get that warm stirring in my center as Kate held the bottle just above my naked body and tried to pour a tiny bit of wine into my navel. She managed to do it more neatly than I had. After slurping up the wine, my sister held me tightly by the waist and pressed her face into my belly, kissing me there deeply and wetly.

“Wow,” I whispered. “Katie, that’s nice.”

“I know.”

She brought her face to mine and we kissed. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. Her tongue teased inside my mouth. We spent several minutes that way, holding each other, kissing, nibbling, sucking, playing.

When she finally drew her lips away from mine, I asked, “You want to go get in the bath now? Or should we clean all this up first?”

My sister licked her lips and kissed me again. Then she said, “Maybe we should clean it up first, then take a bath.”

“Okay.”

We got to work, tearing off reams of paper towels to soak up most of the wine, and using sponges and soap and hot water to clean up the rest. As we labored, I paused a couple of times to gaze at Kate, admiring her incredibly beautiful nude body. Stooping, standing, walking — whatever she did, she was a joy to look at.

Our clothes, which we’d left on the floor, were wet and had to be laundered, so we tossed them into the washing machine and turned it on. I reminded myself to move them to the dryer when they were done.

Then it was off to the bath.

While we waited for the tub to fill, Kate said, “We didn’t try using chocolate syrup. Maybe we should do that next time.”

“Yeah,” I smiled.

And then I thought of something. “You know what else I’d like to try? Um, in that peach cobbler I made, the way the sauce gets all nice and sweet and, like, sort of syrupy and sticky… can you guess what that reminds me of?”

“Ooh, you’re bad.”

“Uh-huh.”

With the bathtub full of bubbles and warm water, we climbed in.

“We haven’t done this for a long time,” said my sister. “Since we were little.”

“I know. But now I think we should do it more often.”

“Yeah, maybe we should.” She smiled and gave me a kiss.

Our bodies really were covered with wine, now beginning to get stale and smelly, so the first order of business was to thoroughly wash ourselves. Or, better yet, wash each other. Kate insisted on that. It would be easier that way, she said.

She scrubbed me and then I scrubbed her. In the process, our little nipples received plenty of attention, soapy fingers making them full and hard. I lifted my legs out of their water, one at a time, and Kate ran her hands along them from my toes all the way up — almost all the way up to my crotch. I did the same for her.

When we finished with our legs, Kate asked “Do you need to wash your hair?”

“I don’t think so. I just washed it this morning, and luckily I don’t think any wine got in it.”

“Good. Me either. It sure got everywhere else, though,” she giggled.

“Did you get any in your pussy?” I grinned.

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

Left unspoken was the question of whether I should check and whether I should wash her down there just to be sure. We looked into each other’s eyes, feeling the sexual tension. We were both thinking the same thing, I’m certain, but neither of us was quite ready to say it out loud or act on it.

Instead, after a pregnant pause, she turned around in the tub and stretched out, reclining against me. I put my arms around her and lovingly kissed her cheek.

We remained like that for several minutes, relaxing in the warm water, breathing easily, enjoying the sensual fragrance of our mother’s lavender and vanilla bubble bath (which we’d borrowed from her bathroom). Soon, though, I found myself wanting more.

Very slowly, almost imperceptibly, I allowed my hands to drift through the water to my sister’s breasts where I let my fingers brush just over the very tips of her nipples. I touched her that way again, and then again. I could feel her nipples lengthening, growing harder. Kate’s breath came faster.

I kissed her on the cheek, but this time with more desire, nibbling and licking, gradually bringing my lips closer to hers.

“Oh, Julie,” she sighed, turning her face to mine.

I opened my mouth and she opened hers. Our lips came together, our tongues exploring and teasing. I closed my hands over her little breasts, squeezing them, pinching the nipples. She moaned and pressed her tongue even deeper inside my mouth.

As we continued kissing, I felt Kate’s body start to move, rocking steadily, and I realized then that she’d put a hand down between her legs and she was masturbating. With her on top of me the way she was, I couldn’t reach my own pussy. But that could wait until later. For now I was content to enjoy my sister’s self-pleasuring. And thinking of that gave me an idea.

I eased my hand along her arm, following where it led, until I reached the end. My fingers covered hers and I felt the way she was touching herself. I felt how she stroked her clit, how she slid her fingers down between her lips, how her movements were quickly becoming more urgent, her body tensing as she kissed me, rubbing herself harder and harder, the water sloshing in the tub, splashing over the side, her fingers moving faster faster faster — until suddenly she pulled her mouth from mine, crying out, squealing and shaking as she climaxed in the bath.

“Unh! Unh! Unh!” Her face grimaced with each spasm. Her thighs banged outward against mine, water splashing everywhere. It was so stimulating to watch her that way it almost made me come.

Finally she began to recover. She was still breathing hard, though, her hand between her legs, covering her vulva, pressing down on it.

“Oh man, oh man,” she gasped, “I — I’ve never done it — in the bath this way — have you?”

“Yeah, I have,” I told her as I kissed her cheek again.

“That was — that was awesome!”

“Uh-huh.”

“And I loved the way…” she took a very deep breath, then let it out… “wow, I mean, I loved the way, when we were kissing, and you put your hand on mine, that was, it was, I don’t know, it was…”

I chuckled a little and squeezed her tightly, loving her with all my being. What a gift it was to be so close to my sister this way.

“Do you want to do it too?” she asked. “I mean, do you want me to move around so you…”

“No, I don’t think so, not tonight. At least not here. When we get in bed. Right now my fingers are starting to shrivel.”

“Yeah,” she giggled, lifting her hands from the water. “I know what you mean.”

We got out of the tub and dried off, using an extra towel to sop up all the water that had splashed onto the the floor during Kate’s explosive climax.

As we finished, she turned to me, smiling brightly. “Okay, your bed or mine?”

“I guess maybe — wait, I know — it’s perfect.” I grabbed her face and kissed her. “Know what we’re gonna do?”

“What?”

“We’re gonna go get in Mommy’s bed and surprise her. We can turn out the lights so she won’t know we’re there.”

“But — really? Can we? I mean, is it okay?”

“Sure, it is. We can do whatever we want. Almost, anyway.”

“Wow, oh man, that’s awesome!” Kate jumped up and down, her little boobies bouncing. “Come on!”

Continue on to Chapter 42

By Naughty Mommy

During the second week of January, after the holidays were over and we were back in school, it was time for the annual midyear parent-teacher conferences. That was always a busy night for our mom because she had three children attending the school and had to spend at least some time with all our different teachers.

We didn’t look forward to it either, because it meant that the following night we had our own conference at home with our mother. She would make sort of a ritual out of it each time, bringing home dinner and then after we ate asking us kids to do the dishes while she got things set up in the dining room.

By now you’ve probably noticed that our mom was an exceptionally loving and affectionate parent — while also being a parent who could be extremely strict about the specific rules she laid down. One of those rules was doing your very best in school. If she ever heard anything from our teachers that she thought was a valid criticism of us or our efforts, she would be adamant about getting a commitment from us to correct the faulty behavior, whatever that might be.

We finished cleaning up, and then joined our mother in the dining room. The notes she’d taken during her meetings with our teachers were laid out before her.

“Good news, girls,” she began. “You’re all doing very well.”

I heard a sigh of relief from Kate, who typically had the most to fear. Although she was certainly bright enough to get good grades, her devotion to academics sometimes took second place to her love of athletics.

Mommy said, “Julie, the reports on you are uniformly excellent, as usual. I’m quite pleased. You’re doing fine, fine work in every subject. It really couldn’t be any better.”

She smiled at me.

I shifted in my seat, a little embarrassed to receive such high praise. Our mother could be stern when correcting our mistakes, but she could also be effusive when telling us we’d done well. It was very nice to hear, of course, but for some reason I always felt shy about being commended this way.

“I want to say too, dear, how grateful I am for the extra work you do here at home, looking out for your sisters, I mean, and helping with the cooking and so on. Of course, we all have to pitch in, we each have our jobs to do, but it means a great deal to me that I can count on you, that you take your responsibilities so seriously and complete them so well. I really appreciate that. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Mommy,” I mumbled, blushing.

“Also, I happened to be talking with one of the other moms, and she mentioned that she’s had trouble finding a good reliable babysitter for her kids. She has a 3-year-old and 5-year-old. Do you think you might be interested in that?”

“In what?”

“In babysitting. I told her, uh, Ms. Gallagher is her name, I told Ms. Gallagher about you, that I thought you could do an excellent job for her.”

“But — you think I’m old enough?” The sitters my mom hired for us had always been at least 14 years old.

“Yes, I do. It’s up to you, though. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”

“No, I, I guess I could. Sure, why not?”

“All right, that’s fine. I’ll call her and let her know you’re available.” She smiled at me again before turning to the next in line.

“Kate, good job so far this year, very good. You’re doing better this year than last in most areas, and I’m pleased with that. The only subject where I can see room for improvement is math. You got a B-minus on your last test. Do you think you can do better than that, or is the work too difficult for you?”

It was my sister’s turn to shift uncomfortably in her chair. “Um, no, it’s not, I mean, it’s not really that difficult. I just have to try a little harder, that’s all. I can do better at it, and um, I will. I promise.”

Mommy smiled at her. “I’m sure you can do better, sweetheart, and I know you will. Just give it your best, that’s all I ask. By the way, when I talked with your basketball coach, he couldn’t say enough about what a great teammate you are and how well you’re doing in practice. Your first game is Tuesday, next week, right?”

“Uh-huh,” Kate nodded.

“Good. We’ll all be there, cheering for you.”

My sister beamed with pride. “Awesome!”

“And now, Molly. Your teachers all love you, darling, just like I do. Well, maybe not quite as much as I do, but they all seem to love you anyway.” We chuckled when our mother said that.

“Your grades are very good, perfect so far, in fact, nothing but A’s. The only complaint anyone has is that sometimes you seem to get distracted, like your mind is wandering. Can you tell me what’s going on with that?”

“I don’t know.”

“What does it mean when you’re not paying attention in class? Why does that happen?”

“It just gets so boring,” Molly told her. “Like, like I already know all the stuff they’re saying, and I just start thinking about other stuff.”

“Does it happen in one subject more than in others? Or is it that way all the time?”

“I don’t know.”

“Okay, well, as long as your grades are good, that’s understandable. And if it’s any consolation, pumpkin, when I was your age, I was almost always bored in school too. Bored out of my mind.”

Mommy smiled, and so did we.

We knew, of course, that our mom had been a total whiz in school. She was one of those prodigies who graduated high school early, in her case when she was 16, and then flew through college. At 19, she received her bachelor’s degree. That was the same year she became pregnant, with me, and then got married (not long after her mother died, which is probably not a coincidence). She stayed in college, earning her master’s at age 21, and entered law school.

By the time she was 24 years old, she was a law school graduate — as well as, amazingly, the mother of three young children. Only two years after that, she was divorced. I don’t think you could say her life has been easy, but she sure has accomplished a lot.

“All right, girls, that wraps it up for this conference. Excellent work, each of you. Keep it up now, so when we do this the next time, in June, it’ll be all smiles again.”

We got up from the table, relieved that it was over. However, as Molly and Kate left the room, my mom took my hand, drawing me aside.

Uh-oh, I thought to myself. If there was ever anything really bad she had to say, she would almost always do that in private, not in front of the others. But what could she have to scold me about? I wracked my brain, trying to figure it out.

“Julie, honey, let’s sit down again for a minute. There’s something important we need to discuss.”

“What is it?” I’m sure my face was white.

My mother patted my hand. “Don’t worry, darling, it’s nothing bad, not at all. Quite the opposite.”

The school principal, it turned out, had informed my mom that I was being considered for recruitment by one of the country’s most prestigious private prep schools. The principal told her she’d been approached by this school and asked to recommend her top sixth or seventh grade student, someone they could evaluate with the possibility of someday making an offer of a scholarship. Mine was the name she gave them.

“Me?” I asked, astonished.

“Yes, you,” said my mom. “Do you know how well you did on the Nydegger Test, the one you took last September?”

“No. Did I do good?”

She smiled. “Only the highest score the school has seen in the past ten years, that’s all.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. But listen, honey, this, this prep school that might be coming after you — you’ll have to think about it very carefully. It could be a really wonderful opportunity, a chance to make a mark for yourself, meet some valuable people and get started toward a great career.”

She was frowning as she said that, though, not smiling any more.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Well, nothing’s wrong. It’s just…” There were tears in her eyes. “I’m so proud of you, Julie, so very proud. I want everything for you. I want you to have every opportunity there is, so you can grow up to be and do whatever you want, and… and…”

“And what, Mommy?”

She swallowed hard. “And even if it means that, that you decide to go away somewhere, like to this prep school up in New England, if it’s what you really want, if that’s the best thing for you, then you should do it.”

“Go away? But I couldn’t. Not ever.”

“Are you sure? Because this is not the sort of opportunity that comes along very often. I really think you ought to consider it.”

“No. No way, I’m not leaving you. I’m not gonna go away to some dumb school way up in who knows where. I never want to leave you and Kate and Molly…” Now I was in tears.

“Oh, Julie.” My mother got up from her seat, taking me into her arms, hugging me.

“Mommy, I don’t ever want to leave you,” I sobbed. “Please don’t make me go away.”

“I won’t, darling, I won’t, I promise.” She held me close, kissing my neck.

A few minutes later we walked from the dining room together, arm in arm, having dried our tears. We found my sisters in the family room, watching TV.

“Come on, Molly girl, it’s time for you to get in bed.” My mother held out her hand and Molly took it.

“Okay,” smiled my baby sister. She never seemed to complain when Mommy said she had to go to bed.

I sat on the sofa next to Kate and we watched them go upstairs and disappear into Molly’s room. Kate switched to a different channel, then to another one.

“What was all that crying about?” she asked, after a minute.

“Oh, nothing. Just, um, there’s this prep school in New England, somewhere near Boston, I think, and it’s some fancy big deal place you’re supposed to be totally impressed by. Anyway, they might want me to go up there starting in 9th grade, you know, for high school. But I don’t want to.”

“So why were you crying?”

I smiled at her, then laid my head on her shoulder. “Because of how sad I would be if I had to leave you and Molly and Mommy.”

I took her hand. She switched the remote to the other hand and changed channels again.

* * *

Later that night, as I lay in bed in the dark trying to fall asleep, I kept thinking about everything.

It was pretty cool, I realized, that such a prestigious school was interested in me and that our principal had recommended me to them. It made me feel proud. Of course, it didn’t change my attitude about going up there, if they ever really wanted me, that is. But it was awesome even to be considered.

And then, just for fun, I started to imagine what it might be like to attend a boarding school. Not that I would ever want to, but just for fun…

In my mind, I pictured a place with ivy on the walls and with lots of cute girls walking around wearing short plaid skirts. Just girls, of course, no boys. In my fantasy, this is a girls-only school. And all the teachers are women too, very pretty and sexy…

Yeah, that’s good, and let’s see, the girls at the school all sleep in one big room. At night, some of the girls will get out of their own beds and crawl in with other girls, and there is a lot of kissing and touching in the dark…

Ooh, and maybe at this particular school, they enroll not only high school students, but younger ones too, say, starting around the fourth grade, about 9 or 10 years old. The younger ones sometimes will notice the older girls getting up at night and climbing in bed with other girls and kissing, and so they get curious and they want to try it too, but they really need one of the older girls to show them how…

And let’s just suppose that I went to that school, and I was one of the older girls who was teaching the younger ones what to do. I would invite them to my bed at night and we would get naked together and I would look at their beautiful young bodies and touch them and kiss them and —

By that time I was climaxing in my bed as I conjured up this scenario.

It was another nice one to add to the long list of fantasies I used in my nightly sessions of masturbation… while I waited patiently for my mother to seduce me.

Continue on to Chapter 41

By Naughty Mommy

In the first minutes of the year 2010, I had a thunderous orgasm as I masturbated on the sofa with my sister and the babysitter.

When it ended, when the three of us had managed to wind down from our spectacular simultaneous climaxes, we just looked at one another for a moment —— before bursting into laughter and falling together, hugging and kissing and wishing each other a very happy new year.

But we weren’t finished yet. Danni was the one who decided we needed more.

“Let’s not stop,” she urged. “Let’s keep going. Let’s do it again. You want to?”

“I do!” nodded Kate.

“So do I,” I said. “Except, um, except this time I want to do it a little slower, and I want to watch you guys. Last time I had to keep my eyes closed because, you know, I had to try to make it by exactly midnight if I could.”

That made them giggle, thinking how we’d all managed to come right at the stroke of 12:00.

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” Danni agreed, as she put her hands between her legs again and began rubbing herself. “I like to watch.”

“Me too,” I said. “I love looking at you, and at Kate, when you’re naked like this. You’re just so sexy and so hot.”

“Mmm, Julie, keep talking,” urged my sister as she resumed masturbating.

“Okay.” I sat up a bit on the sofa, turning so I could face them more directly. Then I had an inspiration.

I climbed onto Danni’s leg, straddling her, my wet pussy just above her knee. As I continued playing with myself, I said, “I want to do it like this, so I can really see what you’re doing, and you can see what I’m doing.”

“Oh, man, me too!” agreed Kate, and she clambered onto Danni’s other leg, taking the same position as me.

It struck me then what an amazing sight this would be for someone just coming into the room. Three naked females — one of them a teenager with a beautifully developed nubile body, her breasts perky and round, dark nipples fully erect, the other two girls barely pubescent with tiny tits and almost no pubic hair — and all three masturbating, with each other and for each other.

“Goddamn, this is so fucking hot!” Danni hissed as she furiously rubbed her pussy, her eyes going back and forth between my crotch and Kate’s. Apparently she was thinking along the same lines as me. “Two little girls… two little girls…”

I could tell that she was already close to another climax.

I don’t think I’ve ever known another girl or woman who could come as fast and as often as Danni could. She was like an orgasm machine. And watching her get so turned on that way made me extra excited too. I wasn’t sure I could get there as soon as her, but I could try. I rubbed my little clit very quickly as I looked at her and at Kate.

But not too quickly. As I’d said before, this time I really wanted to watch. I wanted to be able to see them, see what they were doing as they played with themselves, building gradually toward a peak of intensity. Or, in Danni’s case, maybe not so gradually.

It was actually hard to do both things at the same time, to masturbate and to keep my eyes open so I could watch them. Plus, I suddenly remembered, Kate had asked me to keep talking. So I did that too.

“I love looking at you,” I said to them. “I love seeing your naked bodies, watching you touch yourselves.”

“God, yeah,” sighed Kate, as she licked her lips and stared at Danni’s pussy.

It was too much for Danni. She climaxed a third time, her pace well ahead of mine and Kate’s. “Fuck!” she cried loudly. I worried again that Molly might wake up, but she didn’t.

My sister and I continued to rub ourselves while we watched our babysitter enjoy her orgasm. A few minutes later, we were both almost ready to come, and Danni was already at the brink of another one too. This time we came simultaneously, the way we had at midnight.

When we finished, we fell together as before, three young girls, skin hot and slick with perspiration, hands wet with our juices. We were too spent to do much kissing. We just held each other, panting and moaning.

And that’s the way our mother found us when she came into the house.

“Oh my,” we heard her say.

Mommy came around to the front of the sofa and stood with her hands on her hips, looking at us, but not with disapproval. She was smiling and licking her lips.

“Oh my,” she said again, glancing at the champagne bottle and the empty glasses.

The three of us had been so caught up in our erotic debauchery that we’d failed to hear her car drive up or the garage door opening. Now we just giggled as we sprawled naked before her.

She obviously didn’t mind what she saw. “You girls having a party?” she asked with a wink.

“Yeah, we had a party, all right,” said Kate. “That kind of a party!”

That sent us into hysterical laughter. I don’t know if it was the alcohol, or our nervousness at being discovered that way, or the giddy high of our sexual abandon — or all three — but we couldn’t stop laughing.

Finally we began to settle down. Kate and I shifted off of Danni’s lap and sat next to her, on either side. I looked up at my mother, standing in front of us. She was wearing a tight tank top with no bra, a short pleated skirt, and high stiletto heels. She looked incredibly seductive.

Mommy raised her hands to her breasts, massaging them and pinching her nipples through the thin top. “Am I invited to the party too?” she asked in a low voice.

Without waiting for an answer, she stepped out of her heels and joined us on the sofa. She straddled Danni, facing her, her legs sliding in beside mine and Kate’s. She inhaled deeply, drawing her hands up the insides of her thighs, slowly lifting her skirt. Her face was flushed. Our mother seemed intensely excited.

As she raised the short skirt and her crotch became visible, we could see that she was not wearing any panties. Had she spent the whole night dancing that way?

Sliding a hand between her legs to touch herself, Mommy asked Danni, “What were you doing with my daughters while I was gone?”

The teenager licked her lips before responding, “I… we were masturbating…”

“Do you know how young my daughters are? My little girls, only 12 and, and 10 years old, and you were — did you have an orgasm?”

“Uh-huh,” Danni nodded.

Mommy was rubbing her pussy faster. “Did they see you come?”

Danni nodded again. She had her own hands between her legs and was masturbating again.

“And did you, did my little girls come too? While you were watching them?”

“Yeah, they did. It was totally hot.”

My mother suddenly grabbed Danni’s hand, pressing it between her legs. “Put your fingers in me,” she demanded, “fuck me with your fingers!”

“Oh wow…” I heard Kate sigh.

I glanced over at her and could see that was rubbing her pussy. I was rubbing mine too, I realized. I’d started masturbating without even thinking about it as I watched my mom acting so slutty and exciting.

“Fuck me!”

Danni complied, looking into our mother’s eyes as she felt for the opening of her vagina with her fingers and then slid one, now two fingers up inside her.

“Oh god yeah,” Mommy groaned, “fuck me and make me come!”

She began to move up and down, raising and lowering her body, matching her movements to the thrusting of the teen’s fingers inside her wet cunt.

Mommy groaned again. Then she reached up and pulled one of the thin straps of her tank top off her shoulder, freeing a breast. She grabbed her tit, squeezing it to point the nipple, and held it in front of Danni’s face. The girl took the nipple into her mouth.

“Suck my tit! Suck on my nipple, bitch, while you’re fucking my pussy!”

“Oh my god,” Kate moaned. She sounded like she might be getting close to an orgasm.

I rubbed my clit faster. I loved seeing my mom act this way, so nasty and dominating. It reminded me of how she’d been with Rayne, one of the first times I ever watched her having sex.

“Suck it! Suck it hard! Bite it!”

My mother took Danni by the wrist, making her move her fingers even faster inside her. “Fuck me harder! Fuck me now and — oh god I —”

Then she came. She began to cry out.

Kate was climaxing too. I heard her squealing in ecstasy.

I was very close myself, just about there.

Mommy shuddered violently and cried out again, almost screaming.

I worried once more about Molly waking up. But then I imagined what might happen if she did — my cute little blonde sister, 8 years old, stepping out of her room, coming down the stairs, sitting close to us, watching — and as I pictured that, I climaxed.

I fell back against the sofa, my eyes squeezed shut as I clutched at my spasming pussy. This orgasm lasted a long time, wave after wave of delicious hot perfection exploding out of my cunt and radiating through my body.

When I was finally able to open my eyes, I looked up at my mom. She was still on Danni’s lap, holding the girl’s wrist between her legs.

“Oh goddamn FUCK that’s so fucking good!” Mommy gasped and panted. I could smell her powerful sexual aroma. She must have gushed all over Danni’s hand.

“So goddamn fucking good,” she repeated. “Mmm, you make me hot.”

Then my mother did something I hadn’t seen her do before. After pulling the other strap of her top off her shoulder, revealing both lovely breasts, she took the second tit into her hand and lifted it toward her face. Extending her tongue, she licked the erect nipple. She licked it thoroughly and kissed it a few times and she even sucked it briefly between her lips.

Looking into Danni’s eyes, Mommy told her, “I need to come again. Don’t stop. Keep fucking me!”

The girl’s fingers were still inside our mother’s cunt. She began moving them in and out.

“Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me and make me come…” Mommy was sliding up and down on Danni’s hand as she squeezed her own tits, pinching the nipples.

Watching and listening to all this was enough to take my sister over the top one more time. “Mommy!” I heard her cry, and then I heard the squeals that always accompanied her orgasms.

My mother reached her second climax very quickly. I didn’t come with her this time. It was still too soon for me.

But I rubbed my little clit as I stared at her face while she came, loving the idea that I was able to watch my own mom having hot lesbian sex right in front of me.

When Mommy finished coming, she grabbed Danni’s face in her hands, kissing her wetly. Then she looked into her eyes and said, “I’m going to eat you now. I’m going to suck your cunt and make you come in my mouth.”

Immediately she slid off the sofa onto the floor, kneeling between her legs. She pushed Danni’s thighs apart, licking her lips as she studied the teenager’s bald pussy. “Mmm, god, you look delicious.”

Danni put hands between her legs, using her fingers to open her labia. “Lick me,” she urged, “lick me and make me come while your daughters watch.”

My mom smiled up at her. She glanced over at me, giving me a wink, and then lowered her face to the girl’s cunt.

I looked at Kate. She seemed to be off somewhere in a world of her own, slumped on her side, her fingers working between her legs, her eyes shut tight. I hoped she would open them soon so she could see Mommy licking the babysitter. I didn’t say anything to her, but I wondered what she might be thinking about as she masturbated so intently.

When my mom told Danni she was going to ‘eat’ her, apparently that wasn’t just a figure of speech. Her mouth was pressed deeply into Danni’s cunt now, hungrily licking and sucking and swallowing. It even seemed like she was chewing! Before when I’d watched girls or women eating pussy, it was done a little more delicately, but not this time.

Danni obviously loved it. She was holding Mommy’s head in her hands, pulling her face tightly against her crotch, moaning and sobbing with pleasure. Within moments she began to come, and I think during the next five minutes or so she had an almost continuous series of orgasms.

I was happy to see that my sister had returned to our world and was moving in closer now to watch the action. She was still masturbating, and so was I.

I rubbed my pussy faster and faster. I looked at Danni’s face as she climaxed again and again. I looked at my mother’s mouth sucking and licking the teenager’s cunt. I looked at my little sister playing with herself as she stared at the sight before her. And then I came.

My climax didn’t last quite as long this time, but it was a strong one. A few sharp jolts ripped through me, taking my breath away. My thighs clamped together and I felt hot liquids oozing between my fingers. After several seconds I was able to regain control of myself, start breathing again, and open my eyes.

I was glad I could, because just then I saw my mom reach down between her legs with one hand and begin fucking her cunt. It seemed she wanted to have one more orgasm while the girl came in her mouth.

So she did. Mommy fucked herself hard for maybe half a minute, never taking her face away from Danni’s pussy, and soon she was climaxing.

A moment later, Kate started squealing. She was coming again too.

I just sat and watched, taking it all in. The whole thing was so amazing, so almost unbelievable. A year and a half earlier, before all this began, I couldn’t possibly have guessed that I would be where I was now, part of an incestuous lesbian orgy* with the babysitter, my sister Kate, and my mom. But there I was.

And that’s how the evening ended.

My mother sat back on her heels, wiping her chin, a huge grin creasing her face. Her lipstick was smeared, her blonde hair everywhere, tank top hanging around her waist, the little pleated skirt wildly askew. She looked incredibly sexy.

Danni was totally limp, her arms at her sides, her legs spread, chest rising and falling as her breathing gradually slowed. Her eyes were closed, her face still flushed.

Kate was licking and sucking her finger, the one that had been inside her.

My mom seemed to be deliriously happy. She got to her feet, held her arms out and declared, “Happy New Year, everyone!”

Kate and I both stood up to give her a big hug. “Happy New Year, Mommy!!”

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* When I consider all the things I’ve seen and done since, it seems funny to me now that I would ever have called this comparatively innocent little party an ‘orgy’. But that is how I thought of it at the time, and I’ve written down what was going through my head as a 12-year-old. Within only a few months, of course, I would learn what a real lesbian orgy was all about. If you choose to keep reading these chapters, you’ll soon find out what I mean.

Continue on to Chapter 40

By Naughty Mommy

A few days after Christmas, Grandpa Ray and Grandma June went home and I moved back into my own room. Us kids had no school, of course, but Mommy had to go back to the law firm, although she was able to leave work early most afternoons so she could get some extra time with us.

The three of us enjoyed our days off, sleeping late, eating whatever we wanted, and having fun with all our new goodies, including two super cool video games Kate had received. Molly was captivated by her gigantic dollhouse, spending hours arranging things and trotting her dolls around, having them talk to each other.

I noticed again that Molly’s boy dolls were invariably left out of the action, languishing on a shelf, unused. When they were setting up the dollhouse on Christmas, Grandma June had asked Molly about the absence of boy dolls.

“Where are all the men?” she’d inquired, after Molly brought down an armload of girl dolls from her bedroom to populate the place.

“I don’t like boys,” Molly answered simply, “only girls.”

Grandma June had just shrugged then, not pursuing the issue.

But it made me wonder about my baby sister. Did she mean she liked girls in the same way I liked girls? Was she old enough yet to understand her sexual preferences, or was I just putting my own desires into her head? I wasn’t sure, but I hoped to find out someday.

* * *

On New Year’s Eve, Mommy told us she was planning to go out dancing that night and that she would have a sitter come over to stay with us. She said that even though I was mature and responsible enough to take care of my sisters most of the time, New Year’s Eve could be kind of a crazy night and she wanted to make sure someone older was with us, just to be safe.

That didn’t make a lot sense to me, I mean, what could really happen?

But when the babysitter showed up, I began to understand. Because it wasn’t just any babysitter, it was Danni!

We hadn’t seen Danni for several months. The last time was in September when she’d stayed with Molly and Kate on the night Mommy took me to Victoria’s Secret and we had such a fantastic time with Tracy and Melissa, and then later with Danni too.

The leer my mother gave to me when Danni arrived, and the amorous way she greeted her when only I was looking — with a kiss on the lips and a squeeze of her bottom — made me think there was a very good chance of things getting quite interesting later that night. So I didn’t mind at all being judged as too young to be left unsupervised on New Year’s Eve.

It was winter now, which meant that Danni wasn’t wearing anything like the little short-shorts she’d had on the last time we saw her. But the 18-year-old was in a tight-fitting skirt, a sweater that showed no evidence of having a bra beneath it, and a pair of very high heels. It wasn’t your typical babysitter attire, that’s for sure. She looked scrumptious and oh so seductive.

Mommy left a few minutes later, at about 9:30, and then it was time to get Molly in bed. I offered to do it, but Danni said she wanted to.

Kate and I stayed downstairs, playing one of her video games. It was fun and we were both getting really into it. But then at one point, during a break in the action, I happened to glance at the clock and saw that it was almost 10:30. What was Danni doing up there with our little sister all that time??

I was about to ask Kate whether she thought I should go up there and check on them when Danni finally came down. The teen’s face was flushed and she was straightening her sweater, or at least that’s how it appeared to me.

“Do you guys want anything?” she asked with a smile. “A Coke, or maybe some chips or something?”

Kate and I both said we were okay for now. Danni shrugged and went to the kitchen. She returned a few minutes later holding a drink, something alcoholic I assumed.

“What game is that?” she asked.

“It’s, um, it’s from the Legend of Zelda series,” answered Kate. “This one is called Phantom Hourglass.”

“Is it fun?”

“Yeah, it’s great,” we both assured her.

“I haven’t played that many video games,” Danni mused. “I mostly like to get my kicks doing other things.”

The way she said that made me think I could guess what was on her mind. It may not have been Princess Zelda but it probably was a girl. Hopefully two girls — me and Kate!

My sister looked at me and we instantly made a mutual decision to turn off the game and put it away. Danni came over and sat on the sofa, squeezing in between us. She crossed her legs and adjusted her skirt, pulling it up to reveal plenty of thigh.

“I remember the last time I was here,” Danni remarked, winking at me.

“Why? What happened?” asked Kate.

I hadn’t ever said anything to my sister about that wild night. I’m not sure why, but maybe it was because I figured Mommy would tell her whatever she wanted her to know about it.

Danni didn’t answer the question directly. She took a big gulp of her drink and said, “That was so much fun. Your mom really knows how to have a good time.”

I giggled and blushed.

“What are you guys talking about?” Kate demanded.

Turning to her, Danni sighed theatrically. “Ah, little girl, I guess you’re just not old enough yet for things like that.”

“Like what?!!”

“Stop it,” I laughed. “Don’t tease her that way.”

I took a deep breath, deciding to go ahead and tell my sister at least a little bit about that night. “Um, Kate, when, uh, when Danni was here that time before, and after we got home, Mommy and me, and, um, there were, there were two other girls with us too…”

“Yeah,” added Danni, “Tracy and Melissa. They were hot.”

“Melissa?” inquired Kate. “You mean that Melissa?”

I nodded. “Yeah, from Victoria’s Secret. I mean, they were both from Victoria’s Secret, Tracy and Melissa. They both work there.”

“So what happened?” she asked.

“Well, um, remember, it was right around my birthday, and Mommy took me to Victoria’s Secret that night, sort of, like, to do some shopping, the way you got to do on your birthday…” I was stalling, and Kate could tell.

“Yeah, but what happened here, after you guys came home?”

“We… Mommy brought Melissa and Tracy here with us. Well, they came in their own car, in Melissa’s car, but Mommy said she thought maybe we could have sort of a little party here with them, and with Danni.”

“And what a party!” Danni grinned.

“What kind of a party?” asked Kate.

“What kind do you think it was?” Danni winked at her.

“You mean…” Kate started to smile.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “That kind of a party.”

“Wow. With, with three girls? And Mommy? And you?”

“Well, mostly I just watched. Mostly.”

After kicking off her high heels, Danni uncrossed her legs and tugged her skirt up further, almost up to her crotch. Looking into Kate’s eyes, she put her hand on her own leg and drew her fingers slowly up the inside of her thigh, gently stroking. “What an amazing night that was…”

I saw Kate swallow, her eyes wide as she stared at Danni’s legs, watching the girl caress herself. “Man, I really wish I could have seen it. Instead of just being asleep the whole time.”

“But you’re still a little kid,” Danni grinned. “How old are you? Only 10?”

“Yeah, but — god, you’re hot, Danni!”

“That’s what your sister said too,” the teenager giggled.

She turned to me. “Remember what you told me when you came in that night? That you were thinking about me on the way home, and playing with yourself in the car?”

“Yeah, I do.”

I was definitely getting turned on. I felt a little nervous about revealing these details to Kate. But sitting next to Danni on the sofa, and seeing the sexy way she was dressed, and remembering what we’d done when she was here before, and now watching her caress her leg so suggestively — it all added up to a very arousing combination.

First I just squeezed my thighs together. That felt good, but I wanted more. I needed more.

I was starting to feel jumpy inside because I realized I was about to take another step, to try something I hadn’t tried before, to masturbate with someone when Mommy wasn’t with me. Someone outside the family, I mean, not just Kate. And maybe not only masturbate with her but do even more!

Thinking about that made me extra bold. “Danni?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you kiss me?”

It was incredibly daring of me to ask for that. I was certain Danni wouldn’t mind, she’d probably be glad to kiss me. But doing it in front of Kate — and when Mommy wasn’t around — that was way out there, another mark of my increasing sexual assertiveness.

“You want me to kiss you?” Danni smiled.

“Yeah, I do. I really do.” I put my hand on my little breast, rubbing it through my t-shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra. My nipple was hard. I looked at the girl’s mouth and licked my lips.

Kate was staring at me, looking like her eyes would pop out of her head.

“Here, hold this,” the teen handed her glass to my sister. Then she turned toward me.

I took her face in my hands and brought my lips to hers. I had only kissed Danni once before, at the front door of our house as she was leaving on the night of the orgy. This time, I wanted to make it really good. I opened my mouth and kissed her deeply and wetly, using a lot of tongue.

“Oh, man,” I heard Kate sigh.

Danni finally pulled away, grinning broadly at me and breathing hard, her hands caressing my neck. “Goddamn, you are one sexy young girl.”

I returned her grin, wiping my mouth. “Thanks!”

Then she turned back toward Kate, asking, “Do you want to kiss me too?”

My sister nodded bashfully, a tentative smile on her face. She’d set Danni’s empty glass on the table by the sofa, leaving her hands free. She appeared nervous to me, but excited as well.

“Have you ever kissed a girl before, like that, I mean?” the teenager asked.

“Uh-uh,” mumbled Kate. “Except for Julie. And, you know, my mom.”

“Just your sister and your mom.” Danni shook her head in amazement. “What a totally awesome family.”

She put a hand between her legs, rubbing herself. “You guys get me so hot… mmm, I could come in about five seconds… but, you want me to kiss you first?”

Kate nodded again. “Um, yes, please.”

She was so cute! My sister’s usual brash confidence was gone, replaced with a timid shyness. It made her seem like the 10-year-old child she really was. I loved her for it.

Danni leaned in for the kiss with little Katie. They started slowly, but soon built up to where they had their arms around each other and were pressing their bodies together.

When they finished, the teen exclaimed, “Oh my god, you are too hot! What a sexy little girl you are!”

She turned to stare at me. “Is that the way you guys kiss? You and your sister?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “You want to watch us?”

“Hell, yeah, I do!”

As an afterthought, I added, “And we masturbate together too. All the time.”

“Oh my god…” moaned Danni, spreading her legs apart and using both hands to stroke her pussy through her undies. “I really have to come now.”

Giggling, I reached in front of the girl to take Kate’s hand. We got to our knees, on either side of the babysitter, and brought our lips together.

After kissing Danni the way she had, Kate seemed to have lost most of her nervousness. She eagerly kissed me, opening her mouth and searching for my tongue with hers.

I was definitely not feeling nervous any more at all. I was hot and excited and ready for anything. In addition to kissing my sister, I grabbed for her little tits with my hands, squeezing them through her shirt. Then I reached under her shirt so I could touch her with nothing in the way. That made Kate feel bold too, because she did the same thing, reaching inside my t-shirt to play with my boobs.

“God, oh my god, you guys…” Danni sighed, pulling her panties to the side so she could rub her pussy directly. “Take off… take off your shirts, okay?”

Laughing wildly, Kate I and yanked our shirts over our heads and flung them away. Then we fell together again, kissing wetly and fondling each other’s titties as Danni masturbated between us. Within only a minute or two, she was coming.

My sister and I stopped kissing so we could watch Danni’s face as she climaxed.

The teenager gasped and moaned, slumping on the sofa. Her eyes were tightly shut, her face turning all red, her pretty features contorted by the impact of her orgasm.

“Ooooooh FUCK yeah!!” she cried as another powerful spasm surged through her.

I worried for a moment that Molly might wake up if we were too loud — but then I reasoned, well, if she does, she does. After all, Mommy chose to leave Danni with us tonight knowing very well what might happen.

“Man, that is so awesome,” sighed Kate as she stared at the sexy girl between us.

Danni soon opened her eyes.

“Oh my god, look what you guys did to me,” she grinned, lifting her hands from between her legs. They were literally dripping with her fluids. She put her fingers in her mouth, tasting herself.

“Man…” Kate repeated.

Raising her eyebrows, Danni asked, “You want to taste it? Your sister did when I was here last time.”

“She did? Really?” Kate looked at me, apparently astonished.

I nodded. “Yeah, I did. She, um, she tastes really good. You should try some.”

“Okay.”

The babysitter held her hand up in front of Kate’s face. Her fingers were shiny with her wetness. Kate took a sniff and then a lick and then she eagerly sucked two of Danni’s fingers into her mouth.

“Mmm, yeah, that is good,” my sister said when she finished, smacking her lips. “But, um, what else happened here that night? Tell me everything!”

“Well, we…” I paused. “I don’t really know if I should tell you everything. I mean, I don’t know if Mommy would want me to.”

Now Kate looked exasperated.

I understood how she might feel. She was probably disappointed to have missed out on the exotic adventures I’d already had. And then, if I topped it off by refusing to tell her about them, that just seemed mean. So I changed my mind.

“Okay, I don’t care what Mommy thinks. I’m gonna tell you anyway.”

“Really?” Kate broke into a broad grin, making me feel right about my choice.

Danni had been looking back and forth between us as this exchange took place. When I announced my decision to go ahead, she nodded eagerly. “God, yeah, this’ll be fun.”

Then she sat up. “But you know what? It’s New Year’s Eve, and we’re talking about a party, right? So why don’t we have a party? There’s champagne in the fridge — I’ll open it and we can all have some — and we can get out some chips and dips and stuff too, and then we’ll put on some music and have a real party, okay?”

Kate bounced off the sofa, topless. “Yeah, come on!” she clapped as she jumped up and down, her little titties bouncing along with her.

I was caught up in the excitement. Ordinarily I would have been the one to slow things down, to call for caution, but on this night I chose not to. I could still hear that critical voice, away off somewhere in the back of my head, telling me that what we were doing was bad and wrong, but for once I ignored it.

I jumped up too, flinging my arms into the air. “Whee, a party!”

The three of us dashed to the kitchen, opening cupboards, pulling out boxes of crackers and bags of chips, looking for paper party plates and napkins, rummaging in the fridge for dips and string cheese. Danni found the chilled bottle of champagne and when the cork shot out with a POP! we all shrieked in delight.

We returned to the family room, arms laden with our bounty. Kate put herself in charge of the music and soon we were rocking. I was almost sure it would wake Molly up, but somehow it didn’t. Once she was asleep, she stayed asleep.

My sister and I both still had our shirts off, and when Danni handed us our champagne glasses, preparing to offer a toast, suddenly she shouted, “Hold it!” Setting her glass down for a moment, she quickly pulled her sweater over her head and then she was topless too. That set us off into torrents of laughter.

We danced and ate chips and crackers and tried to drink our champagne and get drunk. I didn’t like the taste very much, and I don’t think Kate did either, but we each managed to finish a full glass. Danni, meanwhile, drank three or four glasses.

I never did get around to telling my sister that night about everything that had happened with Danni and the others when Danni had been there before. I’d intended to, but then we got distracted by the fun of our impromptu New Year’s Eve party, by the music and the dancing, and, well, by the other things we did too.

As midnight approached, a slow song came on the CD that was playing. The three of us drew in together for a little group hug. We’d turned the lights down earlier to create a better mood, and now, with the sultry music on, and with the champagne swirling in my head, and with my arms around two half-naked girls, I was feeling extremely aroused.

We pulled in tightly and soon began to nuzzle, then kiss, trading hot wet kisses on the left, on the right, and then all at once. After another minute or so, the song came to an end. It was the last song on the CD. The room was quiet.

Our dancing slowed. We stood close together, hugging and kissing. Finally, Danni whispered, “I think… maybe at midnight we should all be naked. Okay?”

“Okay,” I smiled. Kate nodded, her eyes shining.

Holding hands, we stepped over to the sofa. The clock on the mantel said 11:55.

Kate and I pulled down our pants, our undies coming with them. We sat and stripped off our socks. Danni unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She slid her bikini panties slowly over her hips, revealing a shaved pussy, and then down her legs. Now we were all three nude.

The teenager sat on the sofa between us. We were close together, our legs touching, fingers interlaced. Danni looked at me, then at Kate, and then up at the clock. She licked her lips. “Maybe, for the New Year, we could rub ourselves and have a three-girl orgasm. You want to try?”

We both said we did. I wasn’t sure I would be able to make myself come quite that soon, even though I was very aroused. But it certainly was worth trying.

We let go of each other’s hands and reached down between our thighs. To make more room, Danni lifted her legs and hooked them over ours. Then we settled down to the serious business of trying to achieve orgasm within the next four minutes.

I had to close my eyes. I wanted to watch them — I really wanted to watch my little sister and our babysitter masturbating next to me — but I thought if I watched it might distract me from getting to a climax by the appointed time. So I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feelings my fingers were giving me as I rubbed my clit and slowly slid a finger up inside my vagina.

I lost track of time. The champagne swimming in my head made me dizzy. My body felt heated from within, like I had a fever. My cunt was so juicy, so hot and wet and slippery, it made moving my finger in and out so easy. I loved the feel of Danni’s warm thigh laying over my leg. Everything was just so exciting, and — oh god yes, I was going to be able to come, and soon! What time was it?

Opening my eyes, I saw that it was half a minute before midnight. I looked at the other two girls.

Danni’s eyes met mine. She murmured, “Yeah, uh-huh,” leading me to believe she was almost there.

My sister’s eyes were closed. Her face was flushed. Her fingers were moving very fast between her legs.

“Kate,” I whispered. “Katie… are you getting close?”

“Yeah, I think… I… I… UNH!!” She began to climax, her eyes still shut.

I glanced at Danni. She nodded to me, wincing as the first spasms of her orgasm hit.

The clock struck 12:00. I came.

Continue on to Chapter 39

By Naughty Mommy

Sunday, December 20. I woke up in my big new bed. It was late, late for me anyway, almost 9:45.

I stretched happily, thinking about the night before. It was just the way I’d imagined it would be, with Kate joining me at the second floor railing, the two of us together watching our mom have sex. So hot and so exciting.

I was going to masturbate, as I often would do in the morning, but then I remembered that Grandpa Ray and Grandma June were on their way. They would be here soon, and they were supposed to stay in my room. I’d mostly prepared it the day before, but I needed to double-check everything before they arrived.

So, I got up and took a quick shower, then got dressed, putting on a pair of loose jeans and a clean white blouse over a modest bra. I wanted to look nice for my grandparents but definitely not sexy. After going through the room once more, making sure it was ready for their invasion, I went downstairs for breakfast.

Kate was still in bed, which was not unusual for her. I smiled, remembering how wired she had been at the conclusion of the evening’s excitement. I wondered how long it had taken her to finally fall asleep.

As it turned out, she got up at about 11:00, and just as she was finishing her second bowl of cereal, the grandparents pulled into the driveway in their big car.

Molly and Mommy went out to greet them. Kate and I stayed inside. When they came in the front door, we were waiting for them, receiving all the standard hugs and compliments and teases about how big we were getting.

To be honest, I really didn’t like Grandpa Ray and Grandma June very much, and I knew Kate didn’t either. It wasn’t that they were mean to us or anything, and they always brought us nice gifts and stuff when they came for a visit. It just seemed to me that for them it was all an act or something. Not sincere. I don’t really know how to explain it, but I was always relieved when they left. And I was glad they chose to stay with us only once a year or so.

My mother’s mom — her name was Lana — had died of cancer when my mom was still a teenager. Her parents had already been divorced for a while by that time, and her dad was married to his second wife. I don’t know for sure how long that one lasted, but I think they got divorced after just a few years. Around the time I was born, my grandfather got married to Grandma June. So, she was the only grandmother I knew. I don’t think I ever met any relatives on my father’s side. Or if I did, I was too young to remember it.

Anyway, they were there, and we had to make the best of it. They sat down and Grandpa Ray began with his usual bragging about all the cool places they’d visited recently. He was retired, they both were, and they loved to travel.

Molly and Kate were smart — they made a quick getaway and went upstairs to play — but I stayed on and smiled, pretending to listen and take part in the boring adult conversation. Come to think of it, I was putting on an act too.

The main thing I had to look forward to was the nighttime.

After a long afternoon of portraying the devoted grandchild, and after Grandpa Ray took us out to dinner (to one of those lousy buffet places I hate, where all the food tastes terrible and you can eat as much of it as you want) and then after they insisted on playing an endless game of Monopoly with us, it was finally time for bed. Because they were staying in my room, I would be spending the next several nights squeezing into Kate’s little bed with her. But we didn’t mind that at all!

The first few nights we did an insane amount of giggling as we cuddled together naked under the covers, thinking how bad it was for two little girls to be talking all about lesbian sex and masturbating while their grandparents were sleeping in the room right across the hall. For all I know, of course, maybe they weren’t sleeping either, maybe they were having sex too, but Kate and I didn’t want to think about that.

After a couple of days we settled down a bit, but still enjoyed kissing and cuddling and watching each other masturbate and climax every evening before we fell asleep.

The fifth night of their visit is when things really got interesting. That was Christmas Eve.

Actually, it was pretty exciting during the day too — because late that afternoon Mommy gathered everyone together to tell us the big news: she’d been made a partner at her law firm! That was awesome. It was a major achievement, apparently, for someone as young as she still was, and especially for a woman. The title would mean more responsibility for her, of course, and a lot of hours at work, but it also meant a lot more money and that would be nice.

Grandpa Ray wanted to take us all to dinner again to celebrate, but luckily Mommy convinced him that it should be her treat this time, and so we went to a nice restaurant, one that I liked, as opposed of his standard choice of the all-you-can-eat barfy buffet.

Anyway, Kate and I went up to her room about 10:30 that night to go to sleep (ha-ha) after our grandparents forced all three of us girls to hang stockings. Privately, we thought that was stupid, and on the years when it was just us and our mom, we didn’t bother with Christmas stockings. She’d never tried to make us believe in Santa Claus. But we did it for them, just to get along.

Once we were in Kate’s bed, we spent several minutes commiserating with each other about how annoying our grandparents could be. When that topic ran out, we talked some more about how cool it had been to watch Mommy making love with Rita a few nights earlier, and we debated what kind of woman we’d like to see her with next and what we would want them to do. Then we talked about the girls we each liked, about Monica and Madison, and then we started kissing, and pretty soon we were masturbating as we kissed. After we both came, we shared our pussy juice with each other.

We talked and touched and kissed and masturbated together for another half hour or so, until we both began getting sleepy. Soon we drifted off, two naked girls lying close, holding hands.

 

A soft caress on my cheek… feminine lips touching mine, tenderly kissing me…

I come awake. It’s not a dream, and it’s not Kate. It’s my mom.

The room is very dark, but I know it’s her. She is here with us in Kate’s bedroom. I know my mother’s scent, and the touch of her lips is familiar.

I hear an almost silent whisper, “Be very quiet, darling. We can’t wake anyone.”

She kisses me again. I feel her warm hands on my cheeks, petting me, then sliding slowly down the sides of my neck to my shoulders, to my chest. Gently pulling the covers down to my waist, she massages my chest, bringing my nipples fully erect. After a few moments, her hands leave me.

I hear a slight rustle and then the small lamp by Kate’s bed is switched on. My mom has draped a red scarf over the lamp, dimming the light.

I glance over at Kate. She is still asleep, her back to us, facing the wall.

Mommy looks at her too, at her long, smooth, narrow form, at her nakedness. I can sense the deep love my mother feels for Kate and for me, for her children. She loves us very much, and she also wants us very much.

When I look back at my mom, I realize that she is wearing a new nightgown, one I haven’t seen before. This one is bright red and trimmed with fake white fur. It’s one of those sexy Christmas nighties you see sometimes in catalogs. I smile as I think of her picking it out just for us, for this occasion.

Mommy sees me admiring her outfit. She stands up straight, posing for me, displaying herself. I look down at her feet and see that she is even wearing little red mules with white fur on them. I start to giggle and she puts a finger to her lips, reminding me to be very quiet.

Sitting on the bed, she leans down to kiss me, and this kiss is less restrained than the ones before. It is more insistent, more passionate. Her tongue seeks mine and I hear her softly moan. We kiss for a minute or two, her hands again going to my nipples, teasing them, stroking them, making me ache with desire for her.

Kate stirs beside us.

My mother smiles and reaches over to touch her arm. “Katie? Katie-love…” she whispers.

My sister slowly comes awake. She turns to face us, blinking her eyes. “Mommy?”

Again the finger to her lips. “We mustn’t wake anyone.”

“Okay,” whispers Kate, with a smile.

Leaving her mules behind on the floor, Mommy climbs over me and then she is between us. We are all three in the small single bed. She sits on her knees, her legs touching ours, and holds up the sides of her Sapphic Santa nightie for my sister to see.

“Do you like it?” she mouths.

Kate grins, nodding, and my mother gives her a soft kiss. “Merry Christmas,” she whispers. And then, as we watch, she begins to untie the red satin bows that hold the front of the gown together……

 

The next hour, or two hours, or twenty hours — I really have no idea how long it lasted — was like a beautiful fantasy.

But it wasn’t a fantasy, of course, or a dream. It was real. My sister and I were wide awake. It was very late, the middle of the night, and our hot sexy mother was with us, naked, in Kate’s little bed.

This was yet again something new and unexpected. She had been in bed with me before, and with Kate too, but never with both of us at the same time. It seemed that she would never stop coming up with new ways to thrill me, presenting me with so many exciting variations on the possibilities of lesbian incest and love.

I can’t really remember all of the wonderful things that happened that night or the order in which they took place. In my mind they seem to flow together, like a sauce, a savory sauce made of feminine kisses and caresses and wet tongues and slippery pussies.

I do remember that she began by asking me and my sister to kiss for her. She had watched us kissing from below, from down in the family room when she was with Rita, but now she wanted to see it up close.

I remember her leaning over next to us, her breath warm on our faces as Kate and I lay in bed, pressing our lips together and playing with each other’s tongues. I’m sure it became a three-way kiss, although it seems like that was something that was repeated many times that night.

I remember her taking our hands in hers and placing them over her breasts, rubbing our palms against her stiff nipples, holding our hands in hers and squeezing her tits… and my mother on top of us, Kate and I lying close, side by side, with Mommy on top, kissing our little breasts and licking our nipples as we stroke her hair… and then my mom holding her tit in her hand, squeezing it and rubbing the tip of it, the hard nipple, over my nipples and over Kate’s nipples, again and again… I can remember the way she looked as she did that, Mommy’s eyes glowing with hot desire, beads of sweat on her forehead, strands of blonde hair clinging to her face…

Then, maybe later, she is crouching between us, and she has her hands over our hands as my sister and I masturbate… Mommy is feeling our fingers as we play with ourselves, kissing us and whispering to us that she wants us to come for her, and we do… she brings our wet fingers to her mouth to taste us, to taste our pussies, sucking on our fingers and then kissing us, her tongue so hot and urgent in our mouths…

Our mother sliding her wet pussy up and down our thighs… we can feel the heat from her center… she hasn’t come yet, but we have, and she needs it, she needs us… and she is rubbing her nipples on our lips, letting us lick them and kiss them, her nipples so long and hard, teasing just inside our mouths…

And we are kissing again, my sister and I, holding each other close, pressing our naked bodies together… while our mother crouches just above us, right over our faces, holding her pussy lips apart, fucking herself… in a fierce whisper, she says, ‘Tell me you want me to come! Tell me you want me to come in your face!’ and she does…

We taste her juices as they drip on us, Mommy’s pussy juice on Kate’s lips and on mine, mixing with our saliva and our sweat… Mommy slides her fingers from her cunt, moisture oozing out, and she rubs her wet fingers on our faces, letting us taste her after she comes…

Then it all begins again, or so it seems. That was a Christmas Eve I will never forget, even if I can’t remember all the details. The impressions are so strong, so potent, so lasting, so delicious.

I do remember how it ended, when our mother decided it was finally enough. She held us both tightly, hugging us to her, squeezing us, telling me and my sister how much she loved us, and then beginning to leave the bed. But before she left, she took us, one by one, took our heads in her hands, and pressed our faces up against her crotch, letting us give her hot wet pussy a goodnight kiss.

And then she was gone. The room was empty again, except for the two of us.

The light was out and it was dark. I looked at the clock for the first time since my mom had awakened me. It said 3:23 AM. I don’t know how long she had been in bed with us, and I know we all felt very sleepy the next day, but I wouldn’t trade that night for anything.

* * *

When I awoke the next morning, Kate was on top of me. Not all the way on top of me, but her thigh was over mine and her arm was across my chest. She was still asleep. One of my hands was resting on her warm back beneath the covers. I put my other arm around her, hugging her tenderly and kissing the top of her head. She snoozed on.

I could hear voices and loud laughter downstairs. Molly and Mommy and the grandparents. That was what had awakened me. There was music playing too, Christmas carols.

Looking at the clock, I saw that it was only a few minutes after 7:00. I wasn’t sure how many hours I had slept, but it sure didn’t feel like enough. Still, it was Christmas, and despite my lack of belief in any jolly old elf, the little kid part of me was excited about running down to join the fun.

“Kate?” I gently shook her. “Wake up. It’s Christmas!”

“…hmmh…” she sighed. Still asleep.

I shook her a little harder. “Katie, wake up.”

She stirred, but only to snuggle in closer to me. I loved the feel of her soft young body next to mine. I was tempted to let her rest and maybe try to get a little more sleep myself. I was also tempted to grab her and kiss her and put my hand between her legs and rub her and make her come. Both of those seemed like really good ideas.

But it was Christmas! All those lovely presents just waiting to be ripped open! It wasn’t a hard decision to make.

“Kate! Wake up! It’s Christmas!!”

This time my shaking was firm enough to get results. My sister groaned and yawned and stretched and finally opened her eyes.

“…good morning…” she grinned sleepily.

“It’s Christmas!” I reminded her. “Come on, let’s go downstairs and see what we got!”

Irritatingly unimpressed, Kate closed her eyes and stretched again, muttering, “Okay…” before settling next to me once more with a deep sigh. She showed no signs of wanting to get up.

“Well, I’m going down even if you’re not.” I started to get out of bed.

“Wait,” she said. “I’m coming.”

“Good.”

“But… Julie?”

“What?”

“Did, um, did Mommy come in here last night?” Kate asked. “And get in bed with us, and, and do stuff? Or did I only dream it?”

I looked down at the floor. The racy red nightie with white fur trim was lying there. I chuckled, “No, she was really here. That was just incredible, wasn’t it?”

“Oh man, yeah, it was awesome.”

The mules were not there. I got a picture of our mother walking down the hall wearing those and nothing else. That made me smile. What a sexy woman!

“Come on,” I urged.

“Okay.”

We quickly got dressed and ran downstairs to shouts and greetings and hugs. It was a fun Christmas. I got all kinds of great stuff, mostly clothes and some books — and best of all, an iPod! So sweet!

After everyone was done opening presents, my mom and I headed for the kitchen to start fixing breakfast. Grandma June offered to help, but Mommy suggested instead that she play with Molly, with the huge new dollhouse they had given her.

I was glad, because I wanted a chance to thank my mother for what was truly the best gift of all, her late-night visit to me and Kate.

As soon as we were alone in the kitchen, I gave her a big hug. She hugged me too, kissing the top of my head. We stood that way for a minute, not speaking, just warmly sharing our love. As it turned out, I didn’t say anything about our Christmas Eve fun with ‘Sapphic Santa’ (ha-ha). We left it unspoken, a special secret memory for the three of us to cherish.

Continue on to Chapter 38

By Naughty Mommy

When morning arrived, Mom was all business. We had to be up and dressed and ready to start helping out by 9:00 AM. I was assigned some outside yard work, with Molly as my assistant, while Kate and my mother tackled the inside cleaning.

Later that morning, some men came in a truck delivering a new bed for my room.

They took away my small single bed and I became the proud owner of a big double bed. That left slightly less space to walk around in my room, but I didn’t mind. After lunch, Mommy took me to pick out a few new sheet sets for the bigger bed and a duvet cover too. I chose some that I thought were sort of grown up, not little girly ones.

One reason for the new bed was because Grandpa Ray and Grandma June, my mother’s dad and his third wife, were coming the next day to stay with us for three nights, over Christmas. They were going to sleep in my room, since it had its own bathroom, and I would bunk with Kate. But my mom hinted while we were shopping for sheets that another reason for the bigger bed was because it would be nicer for those times when she came in and wanted to play around with me at night. I liked that idea.

I spent most of the afternoon rearranging things in my bedroom and also trying to make it grandparent-proof, taking stuff out that I wouldn’t want them looking at and storing it in Kate’s room for the duration. Mommy made spaghetti for dinner and I fixed a salad for us. We watched a movie (Shrek 2) together, and then it was time for Molly to go to bed.

Kate and I were on the sofa playing a video game when our mother came downstairs, dressed to go out, at around 9:30. She was wearing a denim skirt and a loose silk top along with high heels. She looked great and she smelled great too.

Before leaving, she sat with us for a few minutes, telling us her plans for night.

“My guess is we’ll come back here around 11:30 or 12:00,” she said, “that is, if Rita still wants to.”

“You mean she might not?” Kate asked, looking alarmed.

“Well, you never can tell. She certainly seemed up for it last night, very excited in fact, but you know how sometimes people will change their minds.”

“God, I really hope she doesn’t.”

My mother patted Kate’s hand. “I don’t think she will, honey. We’ll see.”

Kate still looked upset.

Giving her a hug, my mom said, “Katie girl, even if it doesn’t work out this time, there will be plenty of other times and lots of other ladies for us to play with, I promise. And anyway, I’m pretty sure it will happen this time. Rita seemed very interested in this, I assure you. I doubt she’s ever had an experience quite like what we’re offering her.”

“What did you tell her we’d do?” I asked.

“Well, I didn’t say anything very specific. I just told her I really wanted to spend some time with her, and she knew I meant having sex, I guarantee she knew that. Then I said I wanted to bring her home with me because my girls really enjoy watching.” My mother laughed, “You should have seen her face when I told her that!”

Kate and I grinned.

“I thought she might start touching herself right there in the ladies room at the restaurant, she was so excited by the idea. As it was, she grabbed me and kissed me. Another woman saw us too.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yep. It was so hot,” my mom said. “She’s really a good kisser. Do you remember when I came back to the table, how I was smiling?”

We nodded.

“I’d just left her. She and I made out in the ladies room for two or three minutes while this other woman stood there and watched us. I’m pretty sure Rita gets turned on by having an audience, the same way I do. So that’s why I definitely think she’ll want to come home with me tonight.”

Kate seemed reassured.

My mom gave her another kiss, then added, as she tickled her chin, “And even if she doesn’t, if this is not the night for us, little girl, the three of us are going to have many, many more fun times ahead, I promise.”

She might have said the four of us, meaning with Molly too, because that’s the way it turned out. Not on this night, but pretty soon.

Anyway, my mother left after that and Kate and I had a couple of hours to play around with each other. We turned off the video game right away and went up to my room, deciding to break in my new bed.

We had fun that evening, rolling around naked on the new sheets in the big double bed, kissing and touching each other, joking about how naughty it was to be doing all that in the same place our grandparents would be sleeping the very next night.

The highlight for me was when I got on top of my sister at one point and pressed my crotch into hers, and then we each put our hands down between our legs and began to masturbate, and it was almost as though we were masturbating each other. We weren’t really, not quite, but with both our hands down there, reaching and touching and fingering, and with everything so hot and wet and slippery, it was kind of hard to tell exactly who was doing what. We kissed deeply, lips and tongues sliding around, nibbling and sucking, fingers touching and playing… it felt so perfect, so exciting… we both had incredibly strong orgasms that way, and then, as we were slowly recovering, gently kissing and caressing each other, we heard two cars drive up.

I glanced at the clock. It was 11:29.

“Oh my god, they’re here!” Kate seemed startled and worried. “What’ll we do?”

“Nothing,” I chuckled, nuzzling her nose. “We don’t have to do anything. Just wait for them to come in.”

“But — but like I’m all sweaty and stuff.” She sniffed her fingers. “And my hands smell like sex.”

“That’s okay,” I assured her. “Remember, we’re going out there now to masturbate while we watch them, right? So we’re probably gonna get all hot and sweaty and juicy all over again. I hope so, anyway.”

That appeared to settle her down. “I guess you’re right,” she grinned.

Before she’d left, Mommy had told us it might be a good idea when they got started if I came out first and then, after a minute or two, Kate came out. She thought it would seem more dramatic that way.

“Wow,” my sister had commented, “this really is like a game.”

Smiling, my mom had given her a kiss, and then glanced up at the second floor railing. “Since it’s your first time, Kate, I want you two girls to stay up there and watch this time. You can touch yourselves, of course. I know Rita would enjoy that, and I certainly would. And if you want to come out naked, that would be great, but you don’t have to, honey, if you’re not comfortable.”

“I don’t mind,” Kate had responded. “I want to.”

“Good.” Mommy kissed her again. “And maybe the next time, I’ll let you get a little closer.”

Now we heard them coming in the front door.

“Come on,” I told Kate, and we got out of bed. I took her by the hand. We walked naked to my bedroom door. I opened it a crack and we listened.

We could hear them talking softly, and then Rita laughed out loud. She sounded a little nervous to me. I suppose we all were.

Since my mom and I had started out on this adventure more than a year before, this was the first time we’d added another child to the mix, another “underage voyeur” as my mother called us. Rita didn’t know the details, of course, but it wasn’t surprising, if you thought about it, that we would all be a bit tense. Just imagine two grown women having lesbian sex, with a 10-year-old girl and a 12-year-old girl watching them and masturbating — it was a pretty wild idea, and we were actually doing it!

It got quiet. I assumed that meant they were kissing. I decided to go and see.

“Stay here,” I whispered to Kate, “and then you come out in maybe two minutes, okay?”

“Okay,” she nodded, her pretty face glowing with excitement. I smiled at my little sister and gave her a quick kiss before slipping out through the door.

They were sitting on the sofa, kissing and touching. Rita was wearing a short pink dress that clung to her slim figure. I think it was made of cotton jersey or something. Anyway, she looked great in it. She was on top, straddling my mom’s leg and sort of rubbing herself back and forth while they kissed. The dress was hiked up around her hips, revealing long gorgeous legs.

The two women were running their hands all over each other’s bodies, seriously into it, and it was apparent that they’d gotten off to a quick start as soon as they came in. That made me wonder what they might have been doing earlier in the evening. Had they gone out dancing, maybe rubbing up against each other and kissing on the dance floor in front of the other couples? That would have been fun to see!

My mother opened her eyes just then and looked up to see me watching them. She gave me a little wave from behind Rita’s back.

I turned to find Kate, who was peeking through my bedroom door, held open a crack. I motioned for her to wait a bit longer before coming out, because I wanted to have Rita witness her entrance — my little attempt at erotic choreography, ha-ha!

Rita must have noticed my mom looking up at me, because she pulled away from the kiss and turned her head, seeing me.

I was naked, standing at the railing, a 12-year-old girl with small conical breasts set high on her chest and, from that distance, no visible pubic hair. For a second I was concerned that Rita might be distressed by the sight, maybe decide we were all too perverted for her and get up and leave. But that didn’t happen.

She didn’t seem distressed, but she did seem astonished. She slid off my mom’s lap to sit at her side, and just stared up at me, her eyes wide. “My god,” she exclaimed.

That seemed like the perfect time to bring Kate into the picture. I gestured behind my back and my sister joined me at the railing. Now there were two naked young girls gazing down at the scene below.

“This is unbelievable,” Rita murmured.

I just realized, thinking about it years later, who Rita reminded me of. Did you ever watch that TV show, Felicity, with Keri Russell? That’s who Rita looked like. Not exactly, but she had the same kind of fresh face and slender, almost boyish figure. Totally cute and sexy.

My mother put an arm around Rita’s shoulder and kissed her cheek. “You remember my daughters, don’t you?” she chuckled.

“Your daughters…”

“The older one, on the left, is Julie. She’s 12. And on the right, that’s Kate. She’s 10. Girls, say hello to Rita.”

“Hi, Rita,” we chimed in unison.

“Jesus.” She broke into a broad grin, “Um, hi, I guess.”

I’d noticed when Rita turned to look at me before that she had tugged her dress down and closed her legs. I thought it was odd that she was acting modest in that situation, but maybe it had just been habit. Now, though, as she stared at the two of us, she opened her legs, pulled up her dress, and put her hand over her white panties, rubbing herself.

“My girls have been very eager to see you again,” my mother said, kissing Rita’s neck and fondling her breasts through her dress. “They were talking about you after we got home last night.”

“They were?”

“Uh-huh. Kate especially. She came into my bedroom while I was getting undressed. She watched me, and —”

“She watched you getting undressed?” Rita interrupted.

“That’s right, she did. Both of my daughters like to look at me when I’m naked. Does that turn you on?”

“Yeah, it does.”

She turned to gave my mom a kiss, then told her, “When, uh, when I was a little girl, I used to, I always liked looking at my mother when she would take off her clothes. I really loved seeing her naked. It was… exciting.”

“Mmm, that’s hot,” said my mother as she kissed Rita again. “Did it make you want to touch yourself?”

“Yeah, it did.” She was masturbating in earnest now, over the outside of her panties.

“Did you ever get to see your mommy playing with herself?”

“No…”

“My girls do. I let them watch me while I masturbate.”

“God, really?” Rita’s eyes went wide as she thought about that.

“They love to watch me, and they play with themselves too, just like they’re doing now.”

Rita looked up at us. Kate and I were both rubbing our little pussies.

One thing my mother had not talked about earlier was how close my sister and I should stand and whether we should kiss or touch each other while we were watching from above. I hadn’t thought about it at the time, but now that the game was underway, I began getting excited as I considered the possibilities.

I shifted closer to Kate and put a hand on her bare shoulder as I continued masturbating with my other hand.

“Let’s kiss for them,” I whispered to her.

“Okay.” She turned her face to mine and our lips met.

My eyes were closed but I could hear Rita groan as she watched a pair of naked young sisters kissing each other. When we finished the kiss, I looked down and saw that Rita’s hand was inside her panties. Her fingers were moving very fast.

“Kiss me again,” I said to Kate.

This time we wrapped our arms around each other, pressing our bodies together. And that sight evidently was enough to put Rita over the top.

“Oh, fuck!” I heard her crying out.

I didn’t see her, though, because Kate was fully into kissing me, squeezing me tightly, shoving her tongue between my lips, grinding her pussy against me — and I responded, opening my mouth, playing with her tongue, reaching down to grab her bottom and pull her closer.

We heard Rita below us, apparently climaxing as she watched our heated embrace, but we didn’t see anything at all. We kept on kissing and touching and squeezing each other for a long time, so long that I began to wonder if my sister and I were going to have sex ourselves, right then and there.

We didn’t, not quite. We finally ended the long kiss, panting, wiping our mouths, giggling and smiling at each other, and turned to look below.

Rita was on top of our mother on the sofa. They were both still fully clothed, even wearing their high heels, although my mom’s legs were wide apart, with her short denim skirt pulled up, and Rita’s dress was almost at her waist. They were kissing feverishly. Rita was humping herself against our mother.

“God,” breathed Kate. “That’s so awesome.”

“I know, it’s hot, isn’t it?” I started touching myself again.

We stood side by side at the railing and looked at them. Rita was in a frenzy. We could hear her grunting and groaning as she tugged at our mom’s clothing, struggling to undress her. She wasn’t very effective at it, though, because she was also trying to kiss her and hump her all at the same time. Eventually she managed to pull Mommy’s silk top off over her head, and then she was grabbing at her tits through her lacy dark blue bra.

“Man, look at that,” Kate whispered, mostly to herself.

Glancing at my sister, I saw that she was standing in a slight crouch, her knees apart, and she had her middle finger all the way up inside her pussy, wiggling it around a little. That made me want to do the same thing.

I spread my feet apart and found the opening at the center of my vagina, then slid a finger slowly in. God it felt so good. I almost closed my eyes so I could focus on the sensation, but I wanted to keep seeing everything that was happening too. I pushed my finger in as far as it would go and turned to look at Kate again.

She was sliding her finger in and out, rapidly. I could see it shining with her juices. She’s better at this than I am, I thought to myself. I need more practice!

“Are you fucking yourself?” I asked her.

“Uh-huh.”

“Are you gonna come?”

“I don’t know… in a minute, maybe.”

“Tell me when you’re getting close, okay? I want to see if we can do it at the same time.”

“Okay.”

By this time, Rita had our mom’s bra off and she was squeezing her tits, sucking and biting her nipples.

Mommy was getting excited, stroking Rita’s hair. She kept looking down at what the younger woman was doing and then up at me and Kate, her eyes going back and forth. “That’s right, pretty girl, suck on my tits while my daughters are watching,” she said.

Rita lifted her mouth from my mom’s breasts for a moment to look at us. “Goddamn, that’s so hot,” I heard her say.

Suddenly she sat straight up, pulling her stretchy pink dress up and over her head, and flung it away. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I saw that her boobs were almost as small as mine. She pinched her erect nipples as she stared at us. Then she looked down at our mother, who had her hands between her own legs, rubbing her pussy over the top of her dark blue panties.

“Mmm, I want to eat you,” Rita said to our mom, licking her lips. “I want to suck your cunt while your two little girls are watching us.”

That made Mommy smile. “Oh, yes, I’d like that.”

Rita took hold of our mom’s undies and tugged at them until Mommy raised her bottom from the sofa, helping Rita slide the panties under her. They only got them all the way off one leg, though, leaving them dangling around the other ankle. My mom was still wearing her heels, and her denim skirt was bunched at her waist, but she was topless and her pussy was exposed. I thought she looked really sexy that way.

As she pushed Mommy’s legs apart, Rita glanced up at me and Kate, making sure we were watching. Then she licked her lips again and began to lower her mouth to our mother’s cunt.

“Oh my god,” I heard Kate groan. She was breathing hard and her face was turning red.

“Are you close?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m… UNH!!” Obviously she was very close because right then she started coming.

When Rita realized what was happening, she paused just as her tongue met Mommy’s pussy. She looked up and smiled and Mommy smiled too as they saw a 10-year-old girl bringing herself to a climax one floor above them.

I’d sort of hoped that my sister and I could come at the same time, but I also knew how overwhelming and how arousing everything had been for me when I began playing this game, and how unable I had been to control my own responses, so I didn’t blame her at all.

I was also impressed that Kate was able to have an orgasm as soon as she was. She’d seemed really nervous before we began, uneasy and unsure of herself, lacking her usual confidence. But now that she was there, seeing what she was seeing, it was apparent that her girlish libido had taken over.

She was leaning against the railing, her eyes tightly closed, both hands between her legs, panting and licking her lips, trembling as her body was shaken by repeated spasms.

Mommy and Rita continued looking up at her. But when Kate shuddered for the final time, then took a deep breath and slowly opened her eyes, Rita put her mouth back on my mother’s sex, spreading her labia apart with her fingers, eagerly licking her cunt.

For more than an hour, my sister and I watched the show, continually rubbing ourselves and enjoying repeated orgasms. Down below in the family room, the two women cavorted, soon getting completely naked and then twisting themselves into all sorts of creative sexual positions. They were both so beautiful and their bodies blended exquisitely.

Kate and I stood close, arms touching, sometimes kissing, often making eye contact and grinning at each other. We didn’t say very much, and neither did my mom and Rita. We were all content that night to let the hot lesbian sex speak for itself.

Finally, as the clock on the mantel struck 1:00 AM, and as my mother lifted her face from Rita’s cunt, having brought the young woman to a final explosive climax, we understood it was time to finish.

“Okay, girls,” Mommy looked up at us, smiling, “you go on to bed now. I’ll come in and kiss you goodnight in a few minutes.”

We nodded and started toward our respective bedrooms. But Kate took my hand, pulling me from my door toward hers. Inside her room, she grabbed me and kissed me, pressing her hot young body against mine.

“Wait,” I giggled, when I was able to break the kiss. “Mommy said we’re supposed to go to bed.”

“I know, but I can’t help it. Man, I’m just so — that was amazing — I don’t think I can fall asleep ever!”

“You have to try, though.” I petted her cheek and kissed her lips. “Come on, now, get in bed. Mommy’ll come up and see you in a minute and you can talk with her about it.”

“Okay.” Reluctantly she turned away and climbed into bed.

I leaned over, looking into her eyes, giving her another soft kiss. I felt so happy at that moment. What a truly lucky girl I was!

I had an incredibly sexy mom who shared everything with me, a cute hot little sister who loved girls just as much as I did, and even… yes, maybe even my other sister, my still younger baby sister would soon be joining in. Was it possible? At this point, it seemed liked anything could happen.

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