Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

I had so much to think about now, and so much to anticipate. My mind was constantly filled with thoughts of girls and sex.

At school, I would find myself drifting into fantasy when I was supposed to be listening to the teachers. While they droned on about history or composition — subjects I usually enjoyed — I was forever stealing glances at the cute young students around me, imagining them naked, showing me their little titties and pussies, touching themselves, inviting me to make love with them.

At home, whenever I was near my mother or my sister Kate, and now even Molly, I looked at them and pictured us having sex together. Not just talking about it, but actually doing it. And of course that led to more and more self-pleasuring. I often masturbated as soon I woke up in the morning, sometimes in my room after I got home in the afternoon, and always before falling asleep at night. I started wondering if my pussy would ever run out of juice, I was so wet all the time. But it never did.

It was the final week before Christmas break, and my sisters and I were taking a lot of midyear tests at school. Our mom worked with each of us every night (though with me less than the others), making sure we kept studying hard and would do the very best we could on those tests. She made us have lights out even earlier than usual that week so we’d be fully rested for school.

My mother understood, of course, that Kate and I were extremely excited about the decision she’d reached to let Kate join us in playing our little ‘game’. She wouldn’t let the two of us forget the promise we’d made to put schoolwork first but she also hinted that the sexy reward for all our efforts could be coming very soon.

When Friday arrived and the week was finally over, Mommy announced that she was taking the whole family out to dinner to celebrate. She came home early from work that day and took a shower before putting on a gorgeous dark green dress. Strapless and kind of glittery, it came to just above her knees. She wore black nylons and heels and looked sensational.

She’d made a reservation at a nice seafood restaurant near the waterfront. This was the same place Kate and I had been to with her a few weeks earlier, and it turned out we had the same server as before, too, the pretty brunette named Rita. I wondered if that was an accident or if it had been planned that way.

Rita was extra-attentive to our table once again, often stopping to chat with us or to refill our mother’s wine glass while letting her hand rest on her bare shoulder. Kate and I shared a few glances, both hoping that something might develop between the two of them — something we could watch and enjoy.

After we’d finished our main courses and the plates had been cleared away and while we were waiting for our desserts to arrive, Mommy got up and left the table for several minutes. When she returned, her face was glowing, her smile radiant. She gave what I thought was a significant look to both me and Kate as she sat down.

Rita soon brought the desserts. After she served them, she seemed to linger and I could feel her gaze upon me, as if she were studying me. I glanced up from my cherry tart and noticed that the young woman was looking at Kate the same way, as though appraising her. She seemed to like what she was seeing. Her hard nipples were clearly evident through her tight-fitting top.

On the way home, Kate and I sat in the back seat of the car. Usually I would sit in the front with Mommy since I was the oldest, with my sisters in the back. But tonight Kate decided to arrange things this way, putting Molly in front. That was fine with me. We held hands as we drove through the dark. Her fingers played with mine, sensually, getting me very excited.

It was time for Molly to go to bed when we got home. Our mother went up to her room with her, but Kate held me back, keeping me downstairs. She wanted to talk.

“Did you see that? Did you see the way she was looking at us?” She meant Rita, of course. “And the way she kept on touching Mommy all the time?”

“Yeah, I did,” I nodded, grinning.

“Do you think, I mean, that maybe, like, they’ll do something? And maybe we can watch them?”

“Maybe. I hope so.”

“Me too. God, I hope so.” My sister couldn’t keep still. She was bouncing on her toes. “I’m gonna ask Mommy.”

I chuckled, “You can, I guess, although she might not tell you. Sometimes she likes to make it a surprise.”

“Okay, but I don’t care, I’m gonna ask her anyway.”

Just then, Molly’s bedroom door opened and our mom came out. She looked down at us, gave us a smile and blew us a kiss, then went toward her own room.

“Come on!” Kate grabbed my hand, racing up the stairs and dragging me behind her.

Our mother’s door was open. She was standing in front of her vanity, her back to us, taking off her earrings and putting them away. I admired her legs, the way her high heels accentuated their length and beautiful form.

“Mommy?” asked Kate.

“Yes, darling?”

“Um, Julie wants to ask you something.”

What?! That wasn’t like Kate to avoid asking anyone a direct question. All this excitement must really have thrown her for a loop, I thought.

Closing her jewelry case, Mommy sat on the bed. She slipped off her shoes and then reached under her dress, raising one long leg and slowly peeling down her thigh-high black stockings. It was incredibly seductive and made me think of an old movie I’d seen one time.

Kate squeezed my hand, urging me to ask what she wanted to find out.

“Um,” I stammered, “so, um, thanks for taking us out to dinner, Mom. It was really nice.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. You girls deserve it after all your hard work this week.”

She’d finished removing her nylons. She stood and unzipped the dark green dress, stepping out of it. Underneath she was wearing a black strapless bra and matching black panties. “What did you want to ask?”

“Well, um, Kate wants to know if you like Rita.”

My sister blushed and giggled.

Mommy turned to us, smiling, her hands on her hips. “You wanted to know if I like Rita?”

“Um, yeah,” I said.

My mom went to Kate, putting her hand under her chin, lifting her face to look at her.

“Is that what you were thinking about at dinner, little one?” she asked softly. “Were you looking at Rita and at me and thinking naughty thoughts about us?”

Kate just nodded, her eyes wide. It was unusual to see her at a loss for words.

As I watched, my mother brought her lips to meet my sister’s. They kissed.

They kissed once, and then they kissed again. The second time, my mom wrapped her arms around Kate and closed her eyes. Their lips parted and they kissed each other deeply, using their tongues.

I felt myself getting wet as I stared at them. God, it was so unbelievably hot. I knew they had kissed like that before, but this was the first time I’d seen it in person, and it drove me wild with lust.

When they finished the long kiss, my mother slowly pulled away. A strand of saliva glistened briefly between their mouths before it broke. My little sister was trembling. I had to remember that she was only 10 years old, and this was all very new to her.

“Would you like to see me with Rita?” Mommy whispered to Kate. “Do you want to watch me with her? Watch me take off her clothes and kiss her the way I just kissed you?”

“Yeah…” Kate murmured.

Taking my sister’s face in her hands, Mommy kissed her again, but this time with her mouth closed. Her lips smacked loudly as she finished. “Mmm, you’re so sweet, so delicious.”

She turned to me, reaching out to take my hand. “Julie, baby, come here.”

She drew me in until we were in a three-person hug. She smiled and then kissed me too, wetly and warmly. I could hear Kate sighing as she watched us.

When Mommy finished the kiss, she looked down at my mouth. She extended her tongue and gently ran the tip of it around my open lips. I almost climaxed right then and there it was so erotic.

She smiled at me again and then hugged us both tightly at the same time.

“Yes, my loves,” she told us. “Tomorrow night, I’m meeting Rita after she gets off work at 10:00. We’ll go out for a while, and then if all goes as planned, I’ll bring her back here. Does that sound like fun?”

“Yeah,” we nodded eagerly.

“Good.” She patted us each on the bottom. “Now, you two little sex kittens need to go to bed. It’s getting late and we have a lot of work to do tomorrow. Your grandparents will be here on Sunday, and I want to get the house and the yard all cleaned up for them.”

“Oh, Mommy, do we have to go to bed?” Kate complained.

“Yes, you do.” She kissed us each once again and then shooed us out her door.

But we didn’t go to bed right away. Or at least we didn’t go to sleep.

My sister and I each went to our own rooms. Then, a few minutes later, my door opened a crack and Kate slipped inside. She was wearing the pink and white bra and panties that I liked so much.

I was in a big t-shirt but with no undies on. I’d finished brushing my teeth and was about to get in bed when she came in.

She closed the door quietly and stood with her back against it. I could see her chest rising and falling. Her breath was coming fast, her cute face alive with excitement.

“Oh my god, Julie, it’s really gonna happen,” Kate said.

“It looks like it.” I sat on the bed, gazing at her and smiling.

She rushed over and sat beside me, taking my hands in hers. “What do you think it’ll be like? Who do you think it’ll be? Will it be Rita?”

“Well, of course,” I chuckled. “That’s what she said.”

“I know, but you also said she likes to make it a surprise. So maybe it’ll be someone else. D’ya think?”

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “No, I don’t think it will be anyone else. At least not right away.”

Kate stood and paced, rubbing her hands together, “Omigod, omigod, omigod…”

I smiled at her and then shivered a little. It was chilly again in my room. I slipped under the covers, beckoning to her. “Katie, get in bed with me.”

She stopped her pacing and looked at me for a moment. “Okay. But, um…” Pointing to her panties and bra, she asked, “Do you like me in these?”

“Yeah, of course I do. You look so pretty in them.”

She grinned, “I wore them just for you.”

The way my sister said that made my pussy tingle. I reached beneath the sheets and caressed myself. I wanted to have an orgasm with her.

Kate climbed into bed with me, still wearing the bra and panties. She snuggled up close, and I felt her shivering the same way I was. Her little toes were very cold.

I hugged her and kissed her. Then I asked, “Did you have those on at dinner? What you’re wearing now?”

“Uh-uh. I just changed into them now. For you.”

I hugged her again and we kissed deeply, opening our mouths, letting our tongues explore. She slipped her hands under my shirt, stroking my back. Her fingers were cold, and her touch made my nipples even harder than they already were.

When we finished the kiss, she asked, “Julie? Um, what’s it like?”

“What’s what like?”

“When you do that thing with Mommy, where she brings someone home and you watch. Tell me how it goes, what happens.”

“Okay. Um, well, let’s see… it’s usually pretty late at night, of course, and sometimes I’ve already fallen asleep by then. But whenever Mommy gets home, when I hear her car drive up, I always wake up for some reason. And then I’ll listen when she comes in to see if I hear any other voices. If I do, then usually I’ll get out of bed and go look out my door to find out who it is.”

Kate squirmed. “This is exciting!”

“Yeah, it is,” I grinned. “It’s definitely like a game, in a way. With certain rules.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you know, like what Mommy told us at dinner last week. About no touching and stuff. That’s her biggest rule.”

“Okay. But what else happens?”

“Uh, sometimes we’ll do it differently, where she lets me go down and sit in the family room and watch. But most of the time, it’s from up here. I go out and stand at the railing and look down. The ladies, or the girls, that she brings home, they really seem to like looking at me. You know, how I take off my clothes for them and touch myself and everything.”

“Wow, that’s like, I don’t know, like you’re putting on a show or something.”

I giggled, “Yeah, it kind of is. It’s fun.”

“What’s it like when you get to go downstairs and watch? That sounds awesome.”

“It is. I mean, it’s different in a way. More intense. Because sometimes she lets the girls get really close to me and I get to watch while they’re doing all that stuff.”

“God,” Kate breathed, “I can’t wait.”

She shifted around a little, presumably sliding a hand down to touch herself.

I moved closer to her. I laid my hand on her cheek, softly caressing her. I looked into her beautiful brown eyes and then down at her mouth, at her moist lips. My sister’s breath was warm on my face. She closed her eyes for a moment, wincing slightly, and I could tell she was masturbating. I loved looking at her that way, seeing her expressions as she stimulated herself.

“I want to watch you come,” I whispered. “I want to watch your face when you come, Katie. And then after you come, I want you to watch me, watch my face, while I give myself an orgasm.”

“God, Julie…”

I kissed her mouth, very tenderly. Then I did that thing my mom had done, where I extended my tongue and ran just the tip of it around the edge of Kate’s lips. When I did that, she whimpered in response. I could sense her hand moving faster between her legs.

“Do that again,” she begged. “It gets me so hot.”

I smiled to myself and licked the edge of her lips again, letting my tongue tease a little inside her mouth. Then, trying something new, I took her lower lip between my lips and sucked on it, nibbling on it. She whimpered again. A shudder passed through her body and I could tell she was getting close.

“I want to watch your face when you come, Katie,” I whispered. “I want to see you come in my bed.”

“You…want to…watch me?” she panted. Her eyes were closed and her breath was coming fast.

“Yeah, I do.”

I kissed her again, another long wet kiss, and I put my hand on her breast, over the top of her pretty bra. As I squeezed her tiny tit, suddenly she opened her eyes and stared at me. Her body shook a couple of times and she managed to squeak out, “Julie, I’m c—— UNH!!”

I loved watching her face that way. It was so amazing to see this cute young girl, a 10-year-old child, bringing herself to orgasm, and then watch as the climactic pleasure was reflected on her face.

Kate was my sister, and we had always been close. Even outside of bed and being sexual together, we genuinely liked each other and got along well, most of the time anyway. But it added so much to our relationship now that we could share our deepest and most intimate moments.

When she finished, she smiled at me and giggled. Then she raised her hand from her pussy and let me suck on her fingers while we kissed and giggled some more.

After that it was my turn. She asked me to remove my shirt, which I did, and then I turned onto my back and started touching myself. It was easier for me to come on my back than on my side for some reason. I had to shut my eyes too, and concentrate on the sensations my fingers were giving me so I could get close.

Kate cuddled up next to me and watched my face. I think she might have preferred to get down between my legs and look at my pussy while I masturbated, the way she had the previous weekend and said she really enjoyed, but I’d asked her to watch my face this time, and so she did. She kissed me a few times, and she may have been gently rubbing herself too, but mostly she just stayed right beside me and looked at my face. I loved knowing that she was there, being with me, as I pleasured myself.

When I came, it was long and slow and warm and flowing. It’s funny how every orgasm is a little bit different. Sometimes, for me anyhow, a climax can be sort of quick and explosive, almost like an bomb going off, and at other times it can be more like a series of huge waves gradually rising and falling inside. Maybe it’s not that way for everyone, but that’s how it works for me.

My sister waited until the last wave had receded and I was quiet. Then she slid on top of me, putting her arms around me and kissing me. She was still wearing the pink and white panties and bra. I opened my legs and she nestled her little body in between my thighs. We held each other and kissed for a long time. She loves kissing me and I love kissing her. Oh my god, how I love kissing her.

Kate’s mouth is so nice. Her lips are not as full as my mom’s or as Molly’s (which I’ll tell you about later), but she’s amazingly good at using her lips and her tongue together to caress my mouth and make me feel so blissfully happy. I could kiss her forever.

Around midnight, we agreed that it was time for us to say goodnight and get some sleep. We knew we had a busy day ahead of us on Saturday, getting everything prepared for our grandparents who would be visiting for Christmas, and we also had a sexy adventure with Rita to look forward to when night came. Kate went back to her own bed and I turned on my side and drifted off, dreaming about little girls, lots of little girls, taking off their clothes and playing with me.

Continue on to Chapter 36

By Naughty Mommy

My mom and I finished our shopping, getting everything we needed, while continuing to sexually tease each other. At 5:30, we met Molly and Kate at the appointed place and headed out to the car.

“Are you girls hungry yet?” our mother asked as we started for home.

“I am!” chimed Kate and Molly in unison from the back seat.

“Me too,” I nodded, smiling.

“How about having fish and chips tonight? Does that sound good?”

We all clapped, since that was a treat our mother wouldn’t let us have very often. She fed us mostly healthy meals and not too much fried stuff, but once in a while she would give in and indulge us.

When we got to the pub that made our favorite fish and chips, Mommy parked the car and gave Kate some money, asking her to go in and place the order for us. We would take the dinner home and eat there. Molly asked if she could go in too, and my mom said okay.

So that left my mother and I alone in the car. Which apparently was what she had intended.

I’d noticed when we parked that she’d chosen a spot at the far end of the lot, well away from the other cars, even though there were several available spaces closer to the pub entrance. I hadn’t really thought much about it then, but now I saw the reason why.

The moment my sisters disappeared through the front door, Mommy unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. Turning to me, she said, “Open up your legs, honey. Show me your pussy.”

She began masturbating as I shifted around in the seat, lifting my knee so she could look between my legs. I still wasn’t wearing any panties, of course, and I remembered then that she wasn’t either. In the mall, she had taken off her thong and given it to me. I reached into my coat pocket, found the thong and took it out. I sniffed it as I watched my mother playing with herself.

“I just can’t wait any longer,” she told me. “I really need to come.”

Her face was turning red and it was already shiny with sweat. She kept staring at my naked pussy. It made me a little nervous to be exposing myself that way in a public parking lot, but it was also very exciting. I reached between my legs and gently rubbed my clit.

“Are you wet, baby?” my mom asked.

“I think so.”

“Put your finger inside and, and let me see.”

I looked around first, making sure no other cars or pedestrians were anywhere near, then spread my pussy lips apart for her. While keeping an eye on the door of the pub, watching for Kate and Molly to come out, I placed a finger at the center of my vagina and pressed it in. I groaned with the pleasure this gave me, and pushed the finger in even deeper, as far as it would go.

“That’s my good girl. Fuck your pussy for Mommy. Mommy likes to watch you.”

Her fingers were moving really fast between her legs and I could tell by the way she was breathing that she was almost ready to come.

“Watch me, Mommy,” I said, “watch me fucking myself.”

I pulled the finger out a little and then pushed it back inside. I was very wet. My cunt was slippery and warm, making it easy to slide the finger in and out.

“God yes Julie, do it! Fuck yourself for Mommy!!”

I wasn’t very close to an orgasm yet, but she sure was. It amazed me to see her openly masturbating where anyone could observe her if they happened to be walking by.

“Oh yes!!” she cried as she started to come.

I fucked my pussy faster.

She was staring at my cunt. “God — yes — FUCK — FUCK!!”

My mother climaxed right there, sitting in our car in the parking lot. She came loudly and when she finished, she leaned her head back, closing her eyes, panting and sighing and licking her lips.

“Oh goddamn,” she said, “goddamn, that was good.”

She’d taken her hand out of her jeans and zipped them up in case my sisters came back, but she had both hands pressed between her legs, squeezing her crotch. The way her body would sometimes jerk a little, I thought that maybe she was still enjoying a few more spasms from her climax.

Only a minute later, the door to the pub opened and Molly and Kate came trotting toward the car, carrying our dinner.

“Here they come,” I warned, as I lowered my knee and turned to face forward in the seat again, smoothing my dress over my thighs.

Just before the girls arrived, I said, “Mommy,” and when my mother glanced over at me, I sucked my wet finger into my mouth. She smiled and gave me a wink.

* * *

After we finished eating, the four of us sat together on the big sofa in the family room (yes, that sofa) and watched TV for a while.

At 8:30, Mommy said, “Molly, it’s time for you to get ready for bed. Julie, will you go with her and make sure she brushes her teeth and everything? I need to have a little talk with Kate in her room. You come and get me when Molly’s in bed and I’ll tuck her in. Okay?”

“Okay, sure,” I nodded. My mom turned off the television and we all went upstairs.

Something changed for me that night.

I began looking at Molly in a different way than I ever had before. Up until then, she had always just been my cute baby sister. But after all the excitement at the mall, especially the experience of seeing the girl in the plaid skirt at the cafe and the little redhead in the doll store, when I looked at Molly’s smooth childish body that evening, I saw someone else.

As we sat on her bed, I pulled her heavy long-sleeved shirt off, her light undershirt coming with it. Her chest was completely flat, her nipples still small, just little pink dots. She was too young to be shy about nudity, and I was glad for that. She stood and pushed down her trousers, along with her undies. Her shoes and socks were already off. Now she was naked.

I couldn’t help it. I reached out and put my hands on her, on her little hips, turning her toward me. I felt how soft and smooth her skin was, how warm and perfect. I looked at her slit. So innocent and girlish. So childlike. So tempting.

I smiled at her. “You’re such a pretty girl, Molly.”

“Thank you.”

Her lovely eyes were big and blue, with long lashes. I wanted to kiss her. She was so pliant, so amenable, so willing to go along with what anyone said.

I didn’t kiss her though. Not then, anyway. I patted her little bottom, winked at her, and picked up her pajamas from the bed. “Come on, let’s get these on.”

She stepped into the bottoms, pulling them up, and I helped her get the top over her head. Then she went down the hall to brush her teeth. I waited in her room, feeling all jittery inside, both alarmed and aroused by my unfamiliar responses to seeing my sister naked. I squeezed my thighs together as I thought about her.

She was still the same Molly, of course. But now she was someone new, too. She was a girl I could imagine touching, a girl I wanted to touch. And not touch the way I always had, but in a sexual way. I could see myself getting in bed with her and kissing her, putting my hand between her legs, rubbing my fingers over that puffy white slit of hers, and…

Whoa.

I was extremely excited, my pussy juicy and tingling. What had come over me? First, it was my mother, then Kate, and now 8-year-old Molly! I wanted to have lesbian sex with everyone in my family!!

I shook my head, trying to clear it and stay focused on the job of getting innocent little Molly ready for bed.

When she returned, done with her teeth, we sat together and I brushed her curly blonde hair for a few minutes, telling her how pretty and soft it was. Then I got her into bed.

As I leaned over to give her a hug and a kiss, I felt her hands on my chest. It seemed for a moment almost as if Molly was grabbing for my boobs — but then I thought, no, that’s obviously ridiculous. It’s just my wild erotic imagination getting the better of me.

I kissed her, telling her I would have Mommy come in and say goodnight. Then I left the room, closing her door behind me. I stood for a moment, breathing deeply, trying to collect myself. When I thought I was ready, I stepped across the hall and knocked on Kate’s door.

“Come in,” I heard my mother say.

They were sitting side by side on Kate’s bed, very close, their thighs touching. They were both still fully dressed, except their shoes were off. But the way their faces appeared flushed made me wonder if they had been kissing.

“Um, I got Molly in bed, you can tuck her in now if you want.”

“Okay,” my mom smiled. “Thank you, darling, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Back in my own room, I quickly got myself ready for bed. It was still fairly early, not even 9:00, and I wasn’t sleepy yet, but I had a lot to think about.

I lay on my back for a while, looking up at the ceiling, then turned onto my side as I pondered things. I remembered the sexy dream my mother had told me about on our Sea World trip, about having all three of her daughters naked in bed with her, kissing and touching. Then I recalled the bizarre erotic vision I’d had one night of performing sexually with my mom in front of an audience of nude women and girls, with some of the girls being as young as Molly, and even younger. What did it all mean?

At the mall, in the doll store, I’d asked my mother if it was really okay for me to have sexual fantasies about such young girls, and she had told me it was “more than okay.” But what if some of the things I thought about were no longer fantasies — what if they became reality? Could they?

Just how young was too young for sex, I wondered… I was 12 and Kate was 10, and I was sure we were both ready. Or at least we both thought about it an awful lot, and we could give ourselves orgasms without much difficulty. Could a younger girl do that too? Would an 8-year-old, like Molly, be able to have a climax?

Thinking about that made me start to get excited again. I closed my eyes and pictured my cute little sister in bed, naked and touching herself. I imagined her rubbing her slit, getting wet — and of course I was getting wet too as I fantasized about her. I turned onto my stomach, my hand reaching under me, stroking my pussy while I pretended I was in her bed with her, on top of her, pressing my body against hers.

I imagined touching Molly everywhere, kissing her, licking her… and then I imagined four other little girls joining us, the girls from the mall that day… a flirtatious brunette in a short skirt and white tights who was getting herself naked for us… a pair of blonde twins watching me with Molly and touching each other as they looked on, arousing each other… and a darling redhead, only 6 or 7 years old, the youngest one of all, taking off her pretty black dress, pulling down her panties, getting in bed with us… in my fantasy I saw the youngest one climb on top of Molly, and then they were kissing, two beautiful girls with smooth white bodies, holding each other, kissing wetly… and the other girls were with us too, touching me, rubbing their hands all over me, bringing me…

I had so many orgasms that night as I imagined the possibilities, all the different ways those five girls and I could be with each other. It was an unending delight to think about the variations of having sex with all those little bodies, those flat chests and hairless cunnies and sweet young mouths.

Finally I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. It was nearly 10:30. I’d been masturbating for an hour and a half straight and my pussy was actually starting to feel a bit sore. I switched off the lamp and turned onto my back, sighing deeply. I still wasn’t sure I was ready for sleep, but probably I didn’t need to rub myself any more that night.

What a day it had been! I’d started in the morning, coming several times in my bed, then again a few times in the shower, then in the ladies room at the mall, and who knows how many more times tonight. I was definitely giving my pussy a serious workout.

I heard a knock at my door. Was it my mom?

The door opened, and it turned out to be Kate. “Are you awake?” she whispered.

“Yeah,” I answered. “Come in.”

She closed the door and quickly came over to my bed in the dim light. “Can I get in with you?”

“Sure.” I opened the covers and let her climb in. I could see that she was wearing bikini undies and a tight tank top. I was in a big t-shirt but with no panties on.

“I promise I won’t stay for very long,” she said, snuggling close to me. “I know it’s late and we have to go to sleep, but I couldn’t possibly wait to come and tell you what happened.”

“It’s okay,” I smiled, “you can stay as long as you want.”

My sister gave me a quick kiss and scrunched in even closer. Her face was right next to mine.

“Mommy was with me in my room until a few minutes ago,” she began. “We, um, we masturbated again, and oh, Julie, it was so nice. I just love doing that with her. And also with you too. I mean, I guess I just love doing it, period.”

“Me too, a lot,” I giggled, and she giggled with me.

“But, um, mostly that wasn’t what we did,” she continued. “I mean, mostly we just talked. We talked for a long time. She wanted to know all about the stuff I thought about, like what kinds of girls I like and everything. She asked me who I liked at school, and I told her about Monica, even though of course I haven’t ever done anything with her and probably never will, but it was just so nice to talk with her about all that stuff. You know?”

“Yeah, I do know.”

Then it was quiet for a minute. Kate and I were lying very close to one another, warm beneath the covers. I put my hand on her cheek. I brought my lips close to hers. We kissed, ever so softly and tenderly.

After the first kiss, she moaned and pressed herself against me, kissing me more deeply. When she pulled away, she licked her lips and said, “But you know what?”

“What?”

“Did you ever, um, when you masturbate with Mommy, have you ever done it where she gets really close to you and lets you, like, watch her and see everything? I mean, so close that you can, um, you can even smell her pussy and stuff?”

“Yeah, I have. That’s so hot, isn’t it?”

“God, it’s awesome. Totally freak-out amazing. Mommy is like… I don’t know, she’s just so sexy!”

“Did you come too?” I asked.

“Uh-huh, twice,” she grinned. “The second time while Mommy was right down between my legs, looking at me. Then she asked — omigod, Julie, she asked if she could taste me! You know, like you do sometimes, licking my fingers.”

“Nice.”

“Yeah, it really really was.”

After a short pause, Kate turned to look at the clock, sighing. “Okay, I promised not to stay very long, and I guess for once I’ll try to be good and not break the rules. Although in that case I probably shouldn’t be here at all. Oh well.”

That made me laugh. I gave her a big hug. We kissed a few more times and then she got out of bed. She paused for a moment, holding my hand. “I love you, Julie.”

“I love you too, darling Katie.”

“G’night.”

“G’night.”

Continue on to Chapter 35

By Naughty Mommy

The next thing I knew, it was Sunday morning. I was in my bed, naked. It was still early, only a few minutes after 7:00 according to the clock, and the house was completely quiet.

I was lying on my stomach, with one leg drawn up. I remembered then that when I’d fallen into bed the night before, I had not masturbated as I usually would. I’d been too enraptured by the joy of being in love with my mother to do anything else but just lie there and bask in a warm happy glow.

Now, though, I was ready to give my pussy some serious attention.

I started by reaching under myself and caressing my clit for a few minutes. Soon I was humping my hands and bringing myself to a shuddering climax. After that, I turned over onto my back and rubbed myself again, but this time in addition to massaging my hard clit, I used my other hand to find that little hole in the center of my vagina and slide my finger inside.

Oh my god, it was so amazing how good that felt. After I had another powerful orgasm, I pulled my finger out and tasted myself, then put it back inside and fucked myself some more. I recalled that my mom had said if I did it a lot I would be able to stretch my hymen and get my fingers in even deeper. I thought that seemed like excellent advice.

I masturbated in my bed for another half hour or so, then got up and took a shower. I masturbated in the shower, too, enjoying two more orgasms. When I was finally done and drying myself off, I could still feeling my pussy tingling. I wondered if it would stay that way all day.

I was so turned on that morning. Even as I was getting dressed, I couldn’t help reaching between my legs and petting myself again and again. Were all 12-year-old girls as horny as I was? I wasn’t sure — but I decided, for once, not to drive myself crazy by worrying about everything.

By that time, I could hear some moving around downstairs. It sounded like Mommy and Molly were up. I guessed that Kate was still asleep.

When I came into the kitchen, my mom gave me a nice warm kiss on the lips. She’d begun to cook some breakfast sausage and was planning to make waffles. I asked if I could help. She smiled and kissed me again, giving my bottom a squeeze, then assigned me the task of watching and turning the sausage while she prepared the waffle batter.

After breakfast, we did a few chores and then just goofed around for a while.

At one point, Mommy got down on the floor with Molly to look at the Sunday comics with her. She was on her knees in a pair of tight jeans, bending over and leaning on her elbows, her rear end sticking up invitingly. I could barely restrain myself from starting to masturbate once more right there in the family room as I admired her body. Instead, I got up and sauntered over to the bookcase, making sure to take a route that would give me the best view of her.

While leafing through the encyclopedia, pretending to look something up, I stared at my mother’s bottom, wishing I could pull down her jeans and lick her. Squeezing my legs together to stimulate my pussy, I thought to myself, what was that word again? Oh, yes, insatiable. That’s me, all right!

Kate came into the room just then from the kitchen, where she’d been cleaning up the breakfast dishes. When she saw her, Mommy sat up and said, “Girls, I was thinking maybe we could go to the mall later today, after we have lunch, and do some Christmas shopping, okay?”

We all thought that sounded like a great idea.

Around noon we ate a light meal before going out, just sandwiches made with leftover grilled veggies from dinner a few nights earlier. (Our mother didn’t like to have us to eat in the food court at the mall because she said the food there was “gross.”)

As she pulled the car into a spot at the mall parking garage, Mommy said, “Okay, here’s the plan.” She shut off the engine and turned to us.

“What I think we should do is split up into two teams. First, Molly will go with me so we can look for things for you two,” she nodded at me and Kate, “and Julie, you and Kate can look for things for us.”

Looking at her watch, she continued, “Then, say at about 3:00, we’ll meet up for a snack and divide the teams again. Molly, you can go with Kate after that and look for stuff for me and Julie, and I’ll go with Julie and we’ll look for things for you two girls. All right?”

We all nodded.

She reached into her purse and took out some cash, giving me and Kate each $200 to spend. “And don’t forget, you need to think about getting something for Grandpa Ray and for Grandma June too, okay? If you need some more money later, just ask me. Are we all set?”

We were. We went into the mall together, and Mommy showed us the cafe where we would meet up at 3:00, in a little less than two hours. Then we split up into our teams.

Kate and I spent about half our time shopping and half our time looking around at the other girls in the mall, poking each other and giggling when we saw someone we liked. Now that we’d each openly confirmed our sexual orientation, we had a lot of fun comparing our tastes and teasing each other about what we might do with the hot females we saw if we could be alone with them.

“That one, Julie,” said Kate, grabbing my arm.

We were in the lingerie department at Lord & Taylor. She was looking at a young woman, probably in her mid-twenties, browsing through the bras and panties. A tall blue-eyed blonde with a stunning figure, the woman looked even taller in the high heels she was wearing. Her legs were long and shapely and smooth. Even in winter, they were beautifully tanned.

I wondered for a moment what it would be like to see that body naked in a tanning booth, and then I began to picture the woman touching herself, masturbating for me as I watched her and as she looked at me watching her. I felt a flood of excitement and I actually had to turn away so I wouldn’t be too overwhelmed by the sensations.

“Are you okay?” asked my sister.

“Yeah,” I said, fanning myself with my hand while trying to not be too obvious about it. “I’m okay. It’s just, um… why don’t we go look over there now? Maybe I’ll get Mommy some slippers.”

It seemed that no matter where I looked that day, I found more fuel for my fiery sexual fantasies. In the section with slippers and pajamas and robes, we came upon a very pretty brunette, about 35 years old, with two daughters, equally pretty. They all had long lustrous hair, flowing over their shoulders. The older girl was about 14, the younger one only 9 or 10. Kate didn’t seem as interested in them as I did — she had a preference for blondes — but I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. Immediately I started to imagine the pretty mom and her daughters in bed together, all of them naked, kissing and touching each other.

A little later, my sister and I stopped in at the Victoria’s Secret store. It was totally crowded, since it was less than two weeks before Christmas, and we checked out a lot of really nice-looking girls in there. Unfortunately, though, I couldn’t see either Melissa or Tracy. Maybe they had the day off or something. That was a little disappointing.

When 3:00 o’clock came, Kate and I each had picked out a few things to get for Mommy and Molly, and we both had about half our money left. We were careful about our spending, good at managing our money thanks to our mother’s diligent training.

We made our way back to the cafe and found them waiting for us. As we were sitting down, a cute young girl at the table next to us caught my eye. She was maybe 8 or 9 years old, accompanied by an older woman, most likely her grandmother.

The reason the girl grabbed my attention was not only because she was very attractive, but also because of the way she looked at me. From the moment Kate and I walked in, she seemed to have spotted me. I’d noticed her right away too, and as I was taking my seat, I glanced over at her again. She smiled prettily and my heart skipped a beat.

The little beauty had dark shoulder-length hair with auburn highlights, gorgeous brown eyes, pink lips, and delicate pale skin scattered with a few freckles. Her face was lovely and what I could see of her body was excellent too. She had a big jacket on, but her slender legs were nicely displayed in white tights under a very short tartan plaid skirt.

After all the other sexy girls I’d been ogling that day, I was already very aroused, and now seeing this one made me that much more excited.

Mom was drinking coffee and Molly had hot chocolate with whipped cream. That looked good to me, so I decided to order one, and so did Kate. But even before my cocoa arrived, I was definitely feeling a warm glow inside — right between my legs.

From where I was sitting, I had a perfect view of the young brunette. God, she was delicious-looking. The grandmother had her nose in a paperback book and wasn’t paying much attention to her.

As I watched, the girl turned in her seat toward me and opened her legs. Yes, she really did!

She didn’t open them all the way or anything, just sat with her knees well apart, the way little girls will do. It appeared innocent enough to others, perhaps, but to me this was an intensely erotic pose and quite deliberate. Maybe I was imagining it, given how sexually fixated I was that day, but I could swear I saw a gleam in the child’s eye as she saw me staring between her legs.

I was wearing a red dress with white buttons up the front. It came to just above my knees when I was standing. Sitting down, of course, the dress rode up a bit, and as I shifted in my chair, I was able to make it show even more of my thighs. I was wearing flat black shoes and my legs were bare. I turned a little toward the girl, letting her get a good look at me.

She smiled again, swinging her legs, which didn’t quite reach the floor, and spreading her knees further apart. This had the action of pulling her short skirt up high enough that I could see all the way to her crotch. My mouth was watering at the sight of her.

Just then, unfortunately, the girl’s grandmother decided it was time for them to go. She gathered up her things, took the child’s hand, and they left. The young seductress glanced over her shoulder one more time as they walked away, giving me a last flirtatious wink.

By now, my pussy was positively dripping. I wanted to come so bad. I took a big gulp of my hot chocolate, finishing it, and then excused myself to go to the restroom.

One other person was in the ladies room, a heavyset woman standing at the mirror, touching up her lipstick. As I entered a stall and closed the door behind me, she completed the job and walked out, leaving me alone.

I sat down on the seat and spread my legs apart, pulling up my dress. Peering down at my red panties, I could clearly see a dark spot, right in the middle. That’s how wet I was. I put my hand inside the panties and touched myself. It took only a few strokes of my clit, maybe half a minute or so, and then I was coming. This may have been the quickest orgasm of my life, but it was a good one! I was glad there was no one else in the restroom, because they definitely would have heard me.

After I finished, panting and licking my lips, I lifted my hand to my mouth and tasted myself. Then I stood up and pulled the panties down and off. I tucked them into the pocket of my coat and left the stall. I purposely did not wash my hands.

Returning to our table, I saw that my mom was watching me closely. Her smile made me think she knew what I’d been up to. I gave her a saucy grin that I hoped would convey my heightened state of arousal.

My sisters were done with their cocoa, so my mother got the check and paid it. Then we split up once more. Mom gave Molly some money to spend (actually she gave it to Kate to hold on to for Molly), and we agreed to meet up again in two hours, at about 5:30.

As we watched Kate and Molly walk away, chatting excitedly, my mother pulled me to the side of the cafe entrance, into kind of a secluded spot. She lifted both of my hands to her face, sniffing them.

“Were you doing what I think you were doing in the ladies room, honey?” she asked.

I nodded, smiling. “Uh-huh.”

“That’s nice.” Looking around to make sure no one else would see, my mom took two of my fingers into her mouth, briefly sucking on them. She’d picked the correct hand. Then she gave me a tender kiss on the lips.

“Mom?” I said, after the kiss.

“Yes?”

“I took off my panties. Now I’m not wearing any.” I drew them out of my pocket partway so she could see them.

She smiled. “That’s my good girl, my hot sexy Julie. Is your pussy still wet?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded again.

“Was it that pretty little thing in the plaid skirt?” She must have noticed the brunette too, and probably observed our mutual flirtation.

“Yeah, it was her,” I confirmed, and added, giggling, “plus about a hundred other girls I saw today.”

My mom squeezed my hand and gave me another quick kiss. Then we started off to do our Christmas shopping, just an ordinary mother and daughter, ha-ha!

We actually did do some shopping, but we did a lot of other things besides. Like looking at attractive girls and women and commenting on them and teasing each other sexually.

Often when we were inside a store, my mother would press up close to me, rubbing her breasts against my arm through her thin blouse (she wasn’t wearing a bra), or reaching down to squeeze my bottom. I’d taken off my coat, and my dress had short sleeves, so I could easily feel her erect nipples brushing over my skin. A couple of times as she was caressing my ass, my mom whispered something in my ear about wanting to reach under my dress to feel my naked pussy.

If I’d been wet before, now I was getting really wet!

And so was she, as I soon discovered.

We were in a little fashion boutique looking at some fun jewelry to get for Kate when we spotted a pair of twin sisters. They were around my age, or maybe a year younger, and they were incredibly cute and fit, with slim athletic bodies like gymnasts. The girls had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes and they couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other, constantly touching and stroking as they looked at earrings together.

“Do you see what I see?” asked my mom.

“Yep.”

“God, they’re hot.”

“They sure are.”

“Mmm, one of the twins sitting on my face and the other between my legs, licking me…” my mother breathed as she rubbed her tits against my arm.

“I’d love to see that,” I told her.

“And when they finished with me, then they could start on you.”

I shivered with desire, squeezing my legs together. I wasn’t really going to come that way, but I wasn’t very far from it, either.

We bought a few things for Kate and went to the store next door. It was a doll shop. I wanted to look in there for Molly, since I knew how much she enjoyed playing with her Barbies. I thought I might find something she would really like.

What I found was something I really liked — an adorable young girl with curly red hair, wearing a tiny black dress that barely came down below her bottom. She was only about 6 or 7 years old, really cute and full of energy. She had frilly little white socks on her feet, along with black patent leather shoes. As the girl bounced around the store looking at stuff, bending over at the waist or reaching up high and standing on her tiptoes, I got several good looks at her tight white panties and her perfect pink butt cheeks that peeked out at me.

My mom noticed me watching the child.

She came up and stood directly behind me, wrapping one arm around my waist and pressing herself against me while pretending to reach out with the other arm to point at a doll on a shelf. But instead of commenting on the doll, she asked, in a quiet voice, “How would you like to get that as a gift on Christmas morning? Wouldn’t it be fun opening it up and looking inside?”

I knew what she was saying, and my pussy tingled as I thought about it.

When the sexy redhead in the short dress trotted around to a different aisle, out of our lustful view for the moment, I turned to my mother, looking into her eyes.

“She’s… but she’s so young, though…” I whispered. I could feel my face reddening. “Is that really okay?”

Glancing around to make sure that no one else was close enough to hear, my mom said, “Yes, of course it’s okay, honey. It’s more than okay.”

She smiled at me and licked her lips. “When I see you looking at little girls that way, Julie, it drives me insane. It makes me want to… well, um… wait just a minute.”

My mom walked quickly to the sales counter and asked one of the attendants something. Then she headed for the rear of the store, stepping through a closed door.

A minute later, she came out and returned to me. She took my hand in hers and led me behind a rack of doll accessories where nobody could see us. Then she opened her other hand and held it out. I saw a dark blue thong that apparently she’d been wearing under her tight jeans.

“Look at it, baby,” she said. “Look at how wet it is.”

I took the thong from her and examined it. The crotch was very wet with her juices and still even a little warm. I looked up into my mother’s eyes. As she watched, I raised the thong to my lips and kissed the wet spot.

“Mmm…” she moaned.

“Did you masturbate?” I whispered.

“No, not yet. I really want to, though.”

She didn’t do it then, but she certainly would, a little later that day, in a most surprising place!

Continue on to Chapter 34

By Naughty Mommy

I was hoping when we got home from dinner that night that my mother might want to have a little excitement with me, or maybe with even with Kate and me together. First, though, she had to take the babysitter home. And by the time she got back, Kate and I were both in our rooms. Molly was already asleep, of course.

Mommy stopped and knocked at my bedroom door, giving me a quick kiss and saying goodnight, and I heard her do the same with Kate. Then she went to her own room.

After deliberating for fifteen minutes or so, I made up my mind. I had something I really needed to talk with her about, and also, I thought, it might just lead to the sort of erotic encounter I was seeking.

“Mom?” I knocked softly on her door.

“Come in, honey.”

She was sitting up in bed with her reading glasses on. Next to her was a stack of folders filled with legal papers, the kind she often would bring home from the office to study at night and on the weekends.

“Oh, are you busy?”

“No, it’s fine,” she said, taking off her glasses and setting down the folder she was holding. She patted a spot on the bed beside her. “Come and sit down, darling girl.”

I smiled and sat next to her. My mom was in a sleeveless baby blue nightgown with a scooped neckline. It was opaque but clearly revealed the shape of her full breasts. I was wearing a big t-shirt and pink bikini panties.

She pushed the papers away and pulled me close, hugging me and kissing my cheek. “Tell me, sweetheart, what’s on your mind?”

I leaned into her, cuddling, feeling happy and loved. She stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head. For a minute I just lay there, enjoying the warm intimacy. But I was also delaying the start of what I wanted to ask, because I was unsure of how to begin.

Finally, though, I ventured, “Mommy, I’ve been… there’s something I’ve been thinking about, something sort of, um, hard to talk about…”

“Now, you know you can talk to me about anything, no matter what it is, don’t you?”

I nodded and answered softly, “Yeah.”

She kissed my head again and waited for me to go on.

“So, um, it’s just, um…”

I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Why did I find it so difficult to talk about certain things? I tried to start again. “It’s when I, you know, when I, um, when I masturbate…”

I hesitated once more. She waited.

“When I masturbate, I wonder if I should try something. Something I haven’t done before.”

“Yes? And what is that?”

“Well, it’s… you know how sometimes when you masturbate — and other girls I’ve seen too — you know how sometimes you put your finger inside? And you push it in way far?”

“Uh-huh…”

“So, would it be safe for me to try that too? I kind of want to, but I’m afraid it might hurt, or I might do something wrong, or I might, I don’t know, maybe break something.”

My mother chuckled. “Are you talking about your hymen?”

“What’s that?”

“Don’t you know?”

“My hymen? Um, I’ve heard the word, but I don’t know for sure what it means.”

“Well, the hymen is sort of, uh, it’s like a partial covering just inside the entrance of your vagina. You might already have felt it and not even realized it, depending.”

“Okay.”

Then she said, “You haven’t started getting your period yet, right?”

“No.”

“I didn’t think so. I figured you would tell me if you had. Probably you will pretty soon, though, maybe within the next year or so. When you do, don’t be afraid. We’ve talked about it before. You know, you’ll see a little blood in your panties.”

“I know.”

“Okay. Anyway, you’ll want to start using a tampon during your period, and at that point we can talk about your hymen some more, because you’ll need to know about it when you’re putting in your tampon.”

“Can’t we talk about it now?” I asked, sitting up to look at her.

“You mean about using tampons, when you get your period?”

“No, I mean about putting my finger inside. You know, when I, when I masturbate.”

“Oh! Yes, certainly we can talk about that now, honey, if you want to.”

“I do,” I nodded.

“Okay, then, what did you want to ask me?” She gazed steadily into my eyes, a gentle smile on her lips. I felt all her love for me and began to melt a little inside, like chocolate in a slowly warming pan. I was getting creamy between my legs.

I licked my lips and said, “Um, I guess… what does, what does it feel like?”

“When you put your finger inside?”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” she began, “it feels good, of course. Very good, or otherwise I wouldn’t do it so much.”

My mom winked when she said that, and I giggled.

“You’ll find that it’s soft and warm inside your vagina, Julie, and kind of juicy, especially if you’re very aroused.” She laid her head back on the pillow behind her and closed her eyes. “It’s all so smooth and sensual and pleasurable.”

“Tell me more,” I urged.

“All right… so, let’s see, when I put a finger inside myself, it feels like it’s filling up a place that needs to be filled up… that’s why sometimes I’ll use two fingers instead of one, to fill it up even more.”

“Okay.”

“And then… you’ve seen how I like to, uh, to kind of move my fingers in and out, sliding them in and out of my pussy… then reaching deep inside, very deep, and pressing my fingertips in just the right places. Mmm, it feels, just…”

She paused a moment, as if trying to make up her mind about something. Then she raised her head and looked at me. “Do you, would you like to try it now, sweetie?”

“Try it?”

“Yes, and I can… I can help you,” said my mother, in a husky voice.

I licked my lips. I was feeling very excited, but also a bit nervous. “Okay, but will it, um, is it safe?”

“Sure it is. I’ll show you how.”

My mom got onto her knees, saying, “Let’s get these things out of the way first,” and dropped the stack of folders onto the floor. Then she shifted around on the bed until she was in front of me. She put her hands on my knees and spread my legs apart, letting her fingernails run slowly up the insides of my thighs, driving me crazy with lust. I was sure I was dripping.

Just as her hands almost reached my pussy, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of my hot pink bikini panties and started tugging at them. I lifted my bottom and she pulled the panties down my legs. When they were off, she looked inside them.

“No blood yet,” she smiled, “but I think I see something else here.”

She sniffed the crotch of my undies and then kissed the wet spot, leering at me. I was astounded by her brazen sexuality, and also very turned on by it!

“All right now, honey…” My mom stared at my pussy for a moment before her eyes traveled up to my face and then to my t-shirt. “Um, take off your shirt for me.”

I pulled the t-shirt over my head, tossing it aside. I was naked in front of her, a naked 12-year-old girl.

She studied my body — my spread legs, my vulva, my narrow waist, my little tits, my mouth — as she looked at my mouth, my mother licked her lips.

“Julie, you’re so exciting to me,” she breathed, and she leaned forward to kiss me.

I closed my eyes and parted my lips, receiving her kiss. Meanwhile, I was trembling all over. What had she meant when she said she was going to help me, or show me how? Was my mommy going to put her finger inside me??

She kissed me very softly and tenderly on the lips, letting her tongue have just the briefest flirtation with mine, and then sat back again.

Taking a deep breath, my mother said, “Now, sweetie, put your hands between your legs.” As I did, she arranged herself on the bed so she was laying on her stomach with her face only a few inches from my crotch.

“Spread your lips apart,” she instructed. I used my fingers to open my labia.

“A little further. Good, that’s better. Now keep holding your pussy open for me with one hand, and give me your other hand.”

She took the hand I offered, and said, “I’m going to guide your fingers and tell you what you’re touching, okay? So you’ll know exactly what you’re doing the whole time and we can be careful. I promise it won’t hurt.”

I nodded to her, still feeling nervous and yet highly aroused at the same time. “Okay,” I murmured.

“You already know about your labia, of course, and I know you know where your clit is, because I’ve seen you rubbing it plenty of times.” She grinned, and I tried to chuckle in response, but what came out sounded more like a grunt.

“Are you okay, baby?” my mom asked.

“Yeah, I… I’m fine.”

“You just tell me if you want to stop at any point, all right? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“No, I do. I, I really do want to.”

“You’re sure?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay,” she smiled, “so do I. Very much.”

I smiled down at her, trying to calm my jittery nerves, wanting to focus more attention on what she was saying and forget, if I could, about my silly worries.

My mom was still holding my hand in hers. As I watched, she took it into her mouth, sucking on my first three fingers, making them nice and wet.

I loved the feel of my fingers in her mouth, her tongue caressing them. I began to wonder if that’s what it might feel like to have my fingers inside her vagina. And as I thought about that, my fears went away. I was left with an incredible desire for my mother, to have sex with her, to do everything with her, to give myself up completely to her. God, I wanted her so much!

She took my fingers out of her mouth and placed them at the opening of my vagina. Using both of her hands, she positioned my fingers where she wanted them.

“What you’re touching now, baby, that’s your hymen.” She looked up at me. “Can you feel it?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Right here, in the middle,” she moved my fingers slightly, “feel this little hole? That leads to the inside of your vagina.”

“Okay.”

My mom looked up at me again, apparently checking to make sure I wanted to continue. I smiled at her and she smiled too and blew me a little kiss.

“Now, sweetheart, I’ll help you put your finger a little way inside. You’ll be able to push it in without hurting your hymen and move it around some. All right?”

“All right.”

“The more you do that, the more you’ll stretch the hymen, and the deeper you can put your finger in the next time. So if you do it a lot, if you practice a lot — if you masturbate a lot and fuck yourself a lot, making yourself come that way again and again — gradually you’ll be able to put your fingers in even further.”

I thought about my sister Kate, about how I had seen her pressing a finger far up inside herself. I wondered how long she had been doing it that way. Had she started masturbating at a younger age than I did? Had she torn her hymen a long time ago? Or had she just known somehow to be careful and gradually stretch it out?

“So, are you ready to try?” my mother asked.

“Um, yeah, I guess.”

“Are you sure you really want to?”

“Yeah, I — sorry, I really have to stop saying ‘I guess’ all the time when I mean I do. I do want to try it. If you think it won’t hurt too much, that is.”

“No, it won’t hurt. Not if you’re careful. In fact, it should feel very nice.”

My mom lifted my hand to her mouth again, this time sucking on my index finger alone. She looked into my eyes as she caressed my finger with her tongue, and I could tell how much she wanted me.

“Okay, here we go,” she said in a sultry voice. “Start rubbing your clit with your other hand.”

She watched as I did.

“Oh god, Julie, I love seeing you play with yourself that way. It makes me so wet.”

Holding my hand in hers, she placed my index finger at the opening of my vagina and helped me slowly push it in.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the familiar and wonderful sensation from rubbing my clit. I also wanted to concentrate on everything my finger would feel when it went inside me without being distracted by what I could see.

“That’s my girl,” I heard her whisper. She pressed a little on my hand, easing my finger further in.

As she had said, it felt warm and wet inside. It was very tight too, not really an open space at all, like I’d thought it might be. It was more like an envelope, a hot, juicy envelope surrounding my finger. It felt so good.

“Good girl, good little girl… fuck yourself with your finger…”

I could hear my mother whispering, though it seemed it was more to herself than to me. I could also feel movement on the bed, as though she was masturbating while she assisted me.

I didn’t open my eyes. I wanted to focus on how it all felt, to be rubbing my clit and to be putting my finger up inside my cunt. Mmm, it’s so nice. A little deeper now, yes, and even more. Oh my god, why did I ever wait so long to try this?

“Fuck yourself, baby. Fuck yourself.”

The movements on the bed were becoming more exaggerated. I could hear what was happening, that squishy wet slapping sound that meant my mom was fucking her pussy with her fingers very rapidly.

I rubbed my clit faster. I wanted to come. I wanted to come for my mommy while she was watching me. I tried to push my finger inside even further, but then I felt a sort of tugging, and I knew I’d gone as far as I could for now. I wiggled my finger a little and that felt nice. Then I tried pulling it out partway and pushing it back in, and that felt really nice. I did it some more.

“Fuck your pussy, baby girl. Fuck your pussy for Mommy!”

I opened my eyes now and looked at my mom, laying on the bed.

She’d pulled her panties down. They were dangling around one ankle, pretty blue undies that matched her nightie. She had one hand on my thigh, close to my pussy. Her other arm was under her, reaching between her legs. She was staring at my vagina as I moved my finger slowly in and out.

“Mommy,” I breathed, not even loud enough for her to hear.

Then, as I watched, she shifted up a little higher on the bed, until her mouth was right next to my pussy. She stared at my finger a moment longer, and then turned her head to the side and kissed my leg, the tender skin on the inner part of my thigh. It felt so nice and warm and loving. And very arousing.

She kissed me there again, a wet kiss, letting her full lower lip linger on my thigh. I rubbed my clit still faster and pushed my finger up inside my vagina, as deep as I could. My mother’s eyes were fastened on my cunt. Turning her head slightly forward, she kissed me once more, but now her mouth was almost on my pussy, at the point where my leg met my crotch. When she kissed me this time, she used her tongue, licking me.

I started to come.

As I climaxed, my legs suddenly came together. I couldn’t help it, it’s just what happened. I almost always do that when I come. And this time I came really hard.

My thighs pressed together, and my mom’s head was trapped between them. I don’t think she minded, though. I heard her starting to come at the same time as me, heard her panting and moaning, and I felt her tongue licking my fingers, her warm wet tongue on my fingers where I was rubbing my clit and fucking myself. Her tongue may even have slipped between my fingers and licked my pussy too.

I really don’t know for sure… because my orgasm was so strong and my eyes were squeezed shut and I couldn’t think of anything but the blazing burning throbbing heat at my center where my finger was inside me and I could actually feel my cunt clamping down on my finger fuck yes push it deeper oh god I’m coming again don’t stop don’t ever stop watch me Mommy while I come I’m coming for you Mommy watch me Mommy watch me come…

It took a long time for that orgasm to be complete. It was amazing. So fulfilling, and so intense, like my whole body, my whole being was concentrated just in that one spot where I was fucking myself. It seemed to go on forever, and it made me a very happy girl.

I don’t think my mother really licked my pussy that night. Maybe a little bit, but mostly just my fingers. I think so, anyway. Like I said, I’m not sure because I was totally preoccupied with my climax.

When I got my senses back, calming down enough to relax the grip my thighs had on my mom’s head, and then opened up my eyes, I saw her looking at me. She was propped up on her elbows and had a big smile on her face.

“Did you like it, sweetie?” she asked.

“Oh my god, yeah, it was awesome. Now I wanna do it again!” I realized then that my finger was still inside my vagina. I actually pressed it in a little further and wiggled it around. It felt so good.

My mother chuckled, leaning down to kiss me again at that spot just between my leg and my pussy. It made me shiver with desire when she kissed me there.

“I know, honey, it’s very nice. I’m glad you found that out,” she said as she got to her knees. “But it’s getting late, and I think you’d better go back to your own bed now.”

“Oh, Mommy, please, can’t I stay a little longer? Maybe, um, could I maybe sleep here with you?”

“No, lover girl, I don’t want to make a habit of that. As much as I would love it, I just don’t think it’s a very good idea, okay? Not yet.” She patted my leg, encouraging me to get up.

“All right, I guess.” Reluctantly I removed my finger from my pussy. I knew, of course, that as soon as I got to my room I would try it again. I’m sure my mother knew that too. I sucked on my finger and started to leave the bed.

Then she stopped me, taking my hand.

“Sweetheart, before you go, I hope you know that I will always be here for you, and that you can ask me about anything, absolutely anything, any time you want.” She was smiling at me, and I thought I could see tears in her eyes.

“And I… I want to tell you how truly happy I am that you came in here tonight and asked me about, well, what you asked me about. It tells me that…” her voice broke.

My mom put her hands on my shoulders and looked down for a moment, taking a deep breath and composing herself before continuing. “This tells me how much you depend on me, and how much you really trust me…”

I threw my arms around her. “Oh, Mommy, I don’t trust anyone the way I trust you. Not anyone!”

She held me tight, kissing my neck. I pressed myself against her, wanting her to know how much I loved her. We were both crying a little.

Finally she ended the hug, but then she took my face in her hands, looking deeply into my eyes. “Julie, I love you so much. I don’t know if anyone has ever loved anyone as much as I love you.”

My mother kissed me on the lips and held the kiss for a long time. She didn’t use her tongue, but the kiss felt to me like liquid love, like something profound and meaningful was passing from her to me, forming a bond between us. It was so overpowering I almost fainted.

She pulled away and looked into my eyes once more. After a moment or two, she kissed me again, the same way. When she removed her lips from mine the second time, she said, in a shaky whisper, “Soon, darling. Soon, I promise you.”

“Oh, Mommy…” I sighed, feeling lightheaded. I knew I was supposed to get up from her bed and go to my room, but I wasn’t sure I could walk without falling over.

Eventually, though, I managed to find my feet and stumble toward the door. She handed me my t-shirt and panties and said goodnight to me, and I’m sure I made some response, but I have no idea what it might have been.

When I got to my room I fell naked into my bed. I’d originally intended to masturbate again, but for the moment I was so consumed by the intensity of my mother’s love for me, of the certainty I had that she and I were truly in love with each other, that I had no desire for sex, at least not with myself. That may sound weird, but it was how I felt.

I lay there for a long time, not moving, not sleeping, not even really thinking — just completely caught up in a sublime trance of romantic bliss.

I don’t remember falling asleep that night, but I suppose at some point I must have.

Continue on to Chapter 33

By Naughty Mommy

In the morning, I woke first. I was on my side, facing away from my sister. She was on her side too, also facing away. Our bottoms and our backs were touching. It felt warm and safe being so close to her.

I smiled as I remembered the events of the night before: being awakened by Kate, hearing her tell of her sexy experience with our mother, her excitement about the promise that she would be allowed to play our ‘game’ too, then drowsily, dreamily masturbating together just before we fell asleep.

Feeling very satisfied, I turned toward her and put my arm around her. She was still sleeping soundly. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, sighed contentedly, and softly kissed her neck.

How strange it was, I thought, that here I was in bed naked with a 10-year-old girl, my own sister, and that I had such an incredibly strong sexual attraction to her. Who could figure it out? I didn’t care. I just felt blissfully happy.

I kissed her neck again, then put my hand on her bottom. After caressing her for a moment, I slid my fingers slowly down the length of her smooth thigh. Her legs were so beautiful, so long and lean. I wanted to push away the covers, slide down in the bed, press her thighs apart, and lick her until she came in my mouth.

Instead I turned onto my back and began touching myself. I closed my eyes and imagined my sister squatting over me, parting her pussy lips with her fingers, showing me her wet cunt, asking me to kiss her there. I moaned as I felt my arousal mounting.

Kate stirred beside me. She stretched and yawned. I’d checked the clock earlier and I knew it was now almost 10:00 AM. She yawned again and turned toward me. My eyes were open, but I hadn’t stopped masturbating.

“Hey,” she murmured.

“Hey…”

When she looked at me more closely, she realized what I was doing. She pushed the covers down so she could see my hands moving between my legs. Her eyes ran up and down my naked body. “You look nice,” she smiled.

“Thanks.”

“Is it okay if I watch you?”

“Sure. I like it.”

My sister was wide awake now. She moved down to where she could see me better, leaning over my leg, staring into my crotch. As she settled in to watch, her bare breasts brushed against my thigh.

I was tempted to open my pussy lips with my fingers to give her a really good look, the way my mom and other women had done for me sometimes. That seemed really exciting, but it also seemed pretty extreme and I thought it might shock or frighten Kate, so I didn’t. I just continued rubbing my clit with one hand as the fingers of the other hand teased the opening to my vagina.

Then Kate said, “Open your pussy for me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I want to see inside.”

Wow, I guess I didn’t need to worry about scaring her!

“Um, okay…” I spread my labia, letting my little sister have a good close look at my wet cunt.

“Man, that’s amazing. It looks so, I don’t know, but just, like, so sexy!”

“I’m glad you like it,” I giggled.

“I really do.” She wasn’t laughing.

I started rubbing my clit again with one hand, using the other hand to keep my pussy lips spread apart, my vagina exposed to her gaze. Because Kate seemed aroused by what she was seeing, and not a bit frightened, I was hoping she might actually decide to touch me there, maybe even lick me! But she didn’t. She just kept watching.

It took me several minutes to get close, a bit longer than it sometimes would. I was actually feeling kind of nervous, having her observe me that way. It was exciting, but also a little unsettling. All that confidence and boldness I’d shown with my mother the other night seemed to have deserted me. I finally had to close my eyes and pretend I was alone in order to focus on my arousal and build toward an orgasm.

It took a long time… but eventually I felt those wonderfully warm, pulsing, throbbing jitters in my middle that meant a climax was approaching.

“Katie,” I whispered, taking a chance on acknowledging her, even while keeping my eyes closed.

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna come now.”

“Okay.”

When I came, it was sort of a quiet one. I shuddered and shook and squeaked a little, my thighs clamping involuntarily together around my hands, cutting off her view. It was a very nice orgasm, of course, just not as strong or powerful as some others I’d had.

I finished and my body slowly began to relax. I was still breathing hard and my eyes were closed. I felt Kate sitting up.

“God,” she said, “that was so cool.”

I opened my eyes to look at her. “Yeah?”

“To see it up close like that. Totally awesome. You are so sexy, Julie.”

“You really think so?” I giggled.

She laid down next to me, snuggling up close. “Yeah, you’re hot. I’ll bet Madison thinks so too.”

“Oh, I don’t know. She probably just thinks I’m a dumb kid.”

“No way. You’re hot. You’re the hottest girl at school. Except for maybe Monica Simmons.”

“Me? Come on.”

“I’m serious. I know you don’t think so, Julie, ‘cuz you’re always putting yourself down, but you’re awesome-looking. If you weren’t my sister, I’d definitely want to have sex with you.”

I frowned to myself, thinking how I wanted to have sex with Kate even though she was my sister — maybe even because she was!

“But now I’m getting really hungry. Are you hungry?” she asked.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“I think I smell bacon. Let’s go down and see what Mom has for breakfast.”

“Okay.”

* * *

Later that day, Mommy went on a long walk around the neighborhood with Kate while I stayed home to take care of Molly. Then, around the time it was getting dark, a babysitter came over (someone we hadn’t seen before), and Kate and I got ready to go out to dinner with our mother.

Mommy said she was taking us somewhere nice so we had to put on suitable clothes. I decided to wear a tan skirt that came to just above my knees, along with a cream-colored blouse. I also put on my fancy Gucci shoes. Looking at myself in the mirror, I admired how grownup I looked in that outfit. When I stood just the right way, you could see the shape of my nipples through the blouse, since I wasn’t wearing a bra. Nor was I wearing any panties. I walked downstairs feeling sexy and naughty.

The others were waiting for me. Kate was wearing a dark green pullover sweater along with denim shorts over black tights. On her feet were ankle boots. She looked so cute. My mom was in a knee-length royal blue silk dress that clung to her body. One shoulder was bare and you could clearly see that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

After Molly told us how nice we looked, my mother gave the babysitter, Bethany, a few more instructions, and then we left.

As we were driving, Mommy said, “So, girls, tonight we’re celebrating two things. First is the settlement on that huge lawsuit that you know I’ve been working on at the firm for over a year and a half. I was told yesterday there will be a big bonus for me, very big. And even more importantly, this improves my chances of being offered a partnership.”

“Mom, that’s awesome,” said Kate from the back seat.

“Yay for Mommy!” I clapped.

She smiled. “I’ve been thinking that perhaps later this year the whole family, all four of us, should go off somewhere really special. Maybe a week in a lush tropical paradise, where we can have a totally hedonistic celebration. Would—”

Kate interrupted, “Mommy, what does, um, hedonistic mean?”

“Oh. Let’s see. It means… making the pursuit of pleasure your number one priority, placing that ahead of everything else. We would do that only for a week, of course, because I do think there are other things in life just as important as physical pleasure. Maybe a few things, anyway.”

My mother winked at me as she said that. I smiled in return.

“But for that one week, we would have no housework to do, no office to go to, no homework to finish, just eating and drinking, enjoying the sun, swimming, and um, perhaps a few other pleasurable activities. How does that sound to you?”

“That would be so cool,” replied my sister.

Immediately I started to wonder about the ‘other pleasurable activities’ my mother alluded to. Could she possibly mean that by then all four us might be… might be sexually involved with each other? I wasn’t sure, but just thinking about it made my nipples get hard.

“And the second big thing for us to celebrate tonight,” continued my mom, “is that Kate has agreed to join us — join you and me, Julie — in playing our special game from time to time with the women I bring home.”

“Yes!” I said to myself, pumping my fist.

We pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. As my mother shut off the engine, I undid my seatbelt and turned toward her, lifting my knee so she could see between my legs. “Look, Mommy.”

Kate leaned over from the back seat. “What is it?”

“Your sister’s not wearing any underwear,” my mom smiled. “She is such a hot little thing.”

The restaurant my mother had chosen was Tony’s. We’d been there several times before and I really liked it. After being seated and placing an order for appetizers, we received our drinks and my mother proposed a toast. She raised her martini glass and Kate and I picked up our Cokes.

“Here’s to success and happiness,” she said, “and to my beautiful, sexy daughters.”

She raised her eyebrows and licked her lips as she looked at each of us in turn. The look in her eyes made my pussy tingle.

Our table was off to the side, in a secluded corner. Again, it was obvious that my mom had some sort of pull with the management. What was extra nice about it, though, was that we could talk about whatever we wanted without the risk of being overheard.

“Doesn’t Mommy look beautiful tonight?” I said to Kate.

“God, yeah,” she agreed, staring at her chest. “I love it when your nipples poke out like that.”

“Oh, my,” our mother joked as she fanned herself with her hand, “is it hot in here or is it just me?”

We continued teasing and verbally arousing each other that way until, when we were almost done with our dinner, Mommy turned the conversation in a more serious direction.

“Now listen, girls, I want to make a few things clear. This is really important, so pay attention. I’m all for having fun, and I expect that Kate joining us in our erotic adventures will be very fun indeed. But in order to play, you have to have rules, right?”

We nodded our agreement and waited to see what would come next.

“So, the first rule is, if and when I let you get close to some of the women and girls I bring home, and I may very well do that, it will be all right if they kiss you or for you to kiss them, but sexual touching is not allowed. Touching of your private areas, I mean, or of their private areas. That’s completely off limits. Do you understand?”

Again we both nodded.

“Okay, good. The second rule is that game-playing is for fun, but other things come first. Can you guess what?”

“Homework,” I offered.

“Exactly,” said our mom. “Your homework and your schoolwork are number one. I expect you to keep doing your very best, and if I see you’re slacking off, then we’ll have to cut back on our other activities. Got it?”

“Sure.”

I expect Mommy was saying that more for Kate’s benefit than mine. She already knew how focused I was on getting good grades — perfect grades in fact. I was practically obsessed with that. My sister, on the other hand, although she was certainly bright enough, sometimes didn’t devote herself as strongly as I did to her academic subjects. She had lots of other interests and was more easily distracted. As a result, her report cards sometimes included B’s, where mine were invariably nothing but A’s. Mommy always said it was all right if we didn’t get all A’s just as long as we were trying our best. That was what counted.

“Now the third thing,” she continued. “This is vital. We can’t ever let anyone know about these, uh, these unusual activities of ours. No one except for, obviously, the few people that we play with. But if anyone else finds out, it could cause a lot of trouble. So we’ll have to be very careful, extremely cautious, never to let anyone else find out about it. Do you understand that?”

“Of course, Mom,” said Kate. “No duh.”

“Good,” Mommy smiled. Then she reached under the table to touch our legs, stroking them rather sensually. “But if we just follow these few rules, I think we can have a lot of fun together.”

“Me too,” I agreed.

She looked at me, with love in her eyes. Then she put her hand under my chin and drew my face to hers, tenderly kissing my lips. It gave me a thrill, making my nipples throb, even though I was worried what the other patrons of the restaurant might think if they saw us. She finished kissing me, then turned to give my sister the same sort of soft romantic kiss. Kate was blushing and sighing as Mommy pulled her lips slowly away.

Soon after that, our dinner plates were cleared from the table and my sister and I ordered dessert. Mom just had coffee. We chatted some more, then she paid the check, and we drove home.

Continue on to Chapter 32

By Naughty Mommy

In my bed… touching my body… rubbing my hands all over… my nipples hard and throbbing… my pussy dripping… I made myself come at least three times, maybe more.

After masturbating with Kate on the sofa earlier that evening, and then watching the sexy movie with her, and then having my mom come home and tell me she was ready to talk to Kate about joining us in our lesbian adventures, and then the way my mother kissed me just before I went up to bed — god I was so hot and wet by the time I got to my room I could hardly stand it.

I quickly took off my sweater and socks and undies (I hadn’t bothered to put my bra back on when Kate and I got dressed again). I shivered a little, though, because the room was chilly. It was the first week of December and cold outside, but I always liked to leave my window open a crack for fresh air, even in the wintertime. So I put on a big t-shirt to keep myself warm and then got into bed.

Sliding my hands up under the shirt, I played with my stiff nipples. I closed my eyes and thought about kissing my mom and having her tongue in my mouth, about how exciting it was to watch Kate have an orgasm, about those two gorgeous girls in the movie having lesbian sex, about Madison and maybe being alone with her someday and taking off all her clothes, about Kate’s slim young body and how much I loved being naked in bed with her, about having Kim come all over my face, spraying her pussy juice on me, about the girls from Victoria’s Secret and all the things I wanted to do with them, about my mother’s beautiful cunt and the way she would show herself to me, spreading her pussy lips and letting me see her, all of her, and I thought about that strange erotic vision I’d had where my mother and I were on a bed having sex, performing in front of a group of women and girls, other moms with their young daughters…

…I had so many exciting fantasies that night, and a lot of real memories to think about too, and I brought myself to several shuddering orgasms before finally turning on my side and falling into a deep sleep.

* * *

I awoke. It was dark, the middle of the night. Someone warm, soft, and female was getting in bed with me.

It was Kate.

“Um… Kate?” I mumbled, still half asleep.

“Omigod omigod omigod!” My sister was wide awake and bubbling with excitement.

“What?”

She wriggled down under the covers next to me. The lights were off, and I could see almost nothing. But I could sense that her face was right next to mine. I felt the glow of her skin and when she spoke, her breath was hot and humid. She was exhilarated.

“Omigod you won’t believe it!”

“What?” I propped myself up on an elbow to look at her. In the dim glow from the window, I could see that she was naked. She burrowed in close to me, pressing herself against my chest. I had little choice but to put my arms around her and hold her. Not that I minded that, of course.

I rubbed her soft, warm back. “What is it?”

“Omigod, omigod,” she just kept repeating.

“Kate, tell me. What happened?”

“Julie! Mommy came in and got in bed with me! She woke me up and she started kissing me! Julie, Mommy was kissing me just like you do!!”

“Oh,” I smiled to myself, “that’s nice. Did you like it?”

“Of course! It was awesome! It was so amazing! Like a dream…”

My sister had her arms around me. Her head was under my chin, her face resting on my chest. I suddenly wished that instead of wearing a shirt, I was naked like she was. I wanted to feel her hot skin on mine.

“Tell me what happened.”

“Okay, um,” she took a deep breath and seemed to calm down a bit. “I was asleep, and then the light went on, the little lamp by my bed?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And she, I saw that it was Mom. She sat on my bed. She was wearing, um, a nightgown, that sexy white one she has.”

I knew the nightgown she meant. It was lacy and feminine, mostly transparent. When my mother wore it, she looked incredibly seductive.

Kate started to speak more slowly, apparently trying to recall everything just as it had happened.

“She, um, she put her hand on my cheek at first. She didn’t say anything, just smiled. I said, ‘Hi, Mommy’. And then she leaned over and kissed me. Oh, Julie, it was the best kiss ever. Just so soft and perfect. I couldn’t believe it. But then she, um, after she kissed me a couple of times, she asked if she could get in bed with me. Julie, she wanted to get in bed with me!”

“Did you let her?”

“Of course!”

“What were you wearing?”

“Nothing, I…” she giggled as she squeezed me tightly, “since you and me started getting in bed together sometimes like that, I’ve been sleeping naked every night ‘cuz that way I can play with myself any time I want. Sometimes I wake up in the night and do it, or in the morning before I get out of bed. Almost every morning.”

“You do it a lot.”

She giggled again. “Yeah, I do, I really love it. But anyway, then Mommy took off her nightgown so she was naked. I couldn’t believe it. The lamp was on, you know, and Mommy stood up and untied the nightie in the front and let it fall down to the floor, and she was standing there looking at me like she wanted me to see her naked. I guess I was staring, ‘cuz she smiled at me. Then she got in bed with me. And she told me. She told me everything.”

Kate lifted her head to look at me. My eyes were more adjusted to the dark and I could see her face. She kissed my lips.

We shared a nice long kiss, both using lots of tongue. I wanted to make love with her, but we still hadn’t done that, and maybe we never would.

After we finished the kiss, my sister smiled at me, then sighed deeply and put her head back on my chest.

“What did she tell you?” I asked.

“She told me that sometimes, after she goes out at night, she brings ladies back here and she has sex with them. Like Melissa? She told me she did it with Melissa from Victoria’s Secret, but she wasn’t the only one, there were others too. And she told me that sometimes you come out of your room at night and watch them from up here, and then you masturbate while you watch them, and they can see you, and you make yourself come while they’re looking at you. Is that true?”

“Yeah, it is.”

“God, that’s so hot.”

“I know, it really is.”

“How many times have you done it?”

“I don’t know exactly. Maybe ten?”

“Ten times!! Wow.”

“Did she tell you anything else?”

“Oh, Julie…” My sister melted against me, her body flowing into mine. She rolled me onto my back, and she was on top of me. She kissed me again, urgently, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I caressed her back as we kissed.

She was panting by the time we finished. “God, Julie, I’m so excited. I couldn’t believe it. Mommy told me that she gets in bed with you sometimes at night, and then you masturbate together.”

Kate was undulating her body as she spoke. My legs were spread and her crotch was pressing into mine. I don’t think she knew what she was doing, but it was almost the same way I’d seen other women and girls fuck each other. I liked how it felt. I put my hands on her bottom and pulled her more tightly against me.

“And then she, she kissed me a lot more. We were naked in bed together, Julie, and she was kissing me.” Kate was moving faster on top of me. “She had, um, her boobies were right on top of mine, and she kind of hugged me all over, really tight while we kissed. And then she said she wanted to make herself come, and she wanted me to watch, and she wanted me to do it too!”

She kissed me again, her mouth greedily devouring mine. I had never seen her so excited, so ravenous with lust. I lifted my hips and began rhythmically arching my pelvis, trying to bring my pussy into contact with hers. If Kate noticed this, she didn’t say anything. She just kept kissing me.

Finally she stopped and rolled off, onto her back, her hands working between her legs.

“Oh, Julie, oh, Julie… Mommy and me, we masturbated together. I can’t even remember all of it. It was like a dream, a perfect dream. I just remember she was right next to me, looking at me. She kept looking at my boobies, at my nipples, and she was playing with her own boobies while I watched her and while she rubbed herself, her pussy I mean, and when she was getting close, she asked me if I was close, but it was going to take me longer, and then she started touching my nipples, playing with them and stuff, and then she kissed me, and Julie, all of a sudden I thought I was going to explode! I came so hard, and she started coming too.”

Kate was masturbating vigorously as she told the story, “She had an orgasm, my mommy had an orgasm with me and I had one too, and we were kissing and — AHH!! UNHH!!!”

My sister climaxed in my bed. I was as excited as she was, and I could have masturbated too, but watching her and experiencing her intense arousal was just as satisfying.

It took her a long time to finish. She went on squirming and squealing beside me for another minute or two, her young naked body convulsing with each spasm until she was finally spent.

“Oh my god,” she panted. “Oh my god… Julie, I’m so wet. What time is it?”

She glanced at the clock. It was 1:45. Kate turned to me with a smile, “I know it’s really late, but, do you want to do it with me? Just once? Then I’ll go back to bed.”

I smiled at her and kissed her softly. ‘No, not tonight. I just like watching you. But you can do it again if you want.”

“I probably will, back in my own room.” She lifted her hand from her pussy and sucked on her fingers. “Mmm…”

That was arousing to me. The truth was that what I really wanted was not to masturbate with her, but to slide down between her legs and lick her. I wanted to lick my little sister’s wet pussy and make her come in my mouth.

“Do you want to taste me?” she asked.

I nodded, smiling. She put her hand down to her sex again and brought it back up to my mouth, laden with her sweet, sticky juices. I licked her fingers, then I whispered, “Rub it on me.”

“What?”

“Rub it on me. Rub it all over my face.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean it. Rub it on my face.”

“Okay.” She propped herself up on an elbow and rubbed her pussy juice on my lips and on my cheeks, on my nose and my chin. She got a fresh supply and did it again, coating my face with the scent of her sex.

“Now kiss me,” I demanded, and she did. It was the closest I could come then to really having sex with her, maybe the closest I would ever come.

We kissed and she licked my lips, tasting herself.

“Oh, Julie,” she breathed when she pulled away. “I wish I could do that with Mommy. I wish I could taste her, um, you know, lick her fingers that way.”

“You could. I’ve done it. Just ask her next time.”

“Really? You’ve done that with her?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

“Oh my god.” She kissed me once more. Then she said, “But you know what? Mommy said the next time she has someone here, a woman to have sex with? I can watch them too, with you, and I can, like, masturbate right in front of them if I want to.”

I smiled at her. “Oh, wow, that is so cool.”

“I know! I can’t wait!” Kate turned to looked at the clock again. “Man, it’s late. Okay, I need to go back to my own bed and let you sleep.”

But suddenly she hugged me tightly. “Oh, but Julie, I’m so excited! I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to fall asleep again!”

I giggled, holding her. “You can stay here if you want to. You can sleep with me. It’s kind of a tight fit, but I don’t mind having you close to me. And maybe that way you can go to sleep.”

“Really? Can I?”

“Sure.” I kissed her cheek. “But I want to be naked, like you.”

I sat up then, pulling my t-shirt over my head, and hurled it away, onto the floor. That made us both laugh.

After I laid back down, we nuzzled each other for a few minutes, kissing softly, feeling warm and affectionate, then she turned onto her other side and we spooned. I breathed in the scent of her hair, her skin, and her sex as I held her in my arms.

Just as I was about to drift off, I felt her arm moving. Her hand was going down between her legs. She was starting to masturbate again. I slid my hand down to cover hers, so I could feel the movements of her fingers on her pussy. It was almost like I was touching her myself.

That made me excited. I pulled my hand away and put it between my own legs. We were masturbating together, spooning. I kissed her neck, licking her there and softly biting.

“Oh, Julie…” she whispered.

Within minutes we were both on the verge of a climax. We were so close together, holding each other that way, our movements in synch, it seemed as if we had only one body between us. It was heavenly.

When we came, we had smooth, mellow, gliding orgasms. We were liquid beings, our skin and sweat and moist breath and orgasmic fluids blending. We came a second time, all in the same motion, not stopping. Then we let ourselves slowly cool down, still caressing, but softly, gently, then gradually less and less, until finally we fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, our fingers still between our legs.

Continue on to Chapter 31

By Naughty Mommy

At school the next day, I was still feeling bold and self-confident.

When lunchtime came, I made an excuse to Amy, telling her I had to get something from my locker, and she went in ahead of me. Then I hung outside the cafeteria door, waiting for the eighth-graders. Classes were released ten minutes apart for lunch in order of age, from youngest to oldest.

After a few minutes, I saw Madison approaching. She was walking with a couple of other girls, but they were doing most of the talking. She was just looking around. When she saw me, she smiled.

I pretended to finish tying my shoe and then stood up, entering the cafeteria right behind Madison. Perfect timing!

In line next to her, I didn’t say anything at first while our trays were being filled. But as we neared the end, I stuttered, “Um, M-Madison?”

She turned to me, smiling again.

“Hi, I’m, uh, I’m Julie…”

“Yeah, I know. You’re the one everyone was talking about who had that hickey a few weeks ago. Hi, Julie.”

That stopped me for a moment. Everyone had been talking about me? Of course, our school was pretty small, only about three hundred students, but evidently my blemish had made a bigger impression than I’d realized at the time.

I was sure my face was red, but I pressed on. “So, anyway, I was wondering if maybe I could talk to you sometime, to, um, to ask you about something.”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Well, uh, do you want to sit together?”

Wow, I couldn’t believe how brave I was that day! Only a seventh-grade girl asking an eight-grader if I could have lunch with her. It was practically like going on a date!!

“Okay,” she answered brightly. “How about over there?”

We went to a table with only a few other students, younger ones who were almost finished eating. As we sat down, I glanced around for a moment, wondering if I was making any of the other kids jealous because I was the one sitting next to the hottest girl in the school. Then I noticed Amy sitting by herself, looking glum, and I vowed to spend some extra time with her that day after school.

“What did you want to ask?” Madison took a bite of her tuna casserole and looked at me expectantly.

“You—” my voice caught. I was feeling nervous. But I reminded myself that I was someone special, I’d had a hickey given to me by a sexy grownup girl! (Even if no one else knew that part.)

I cleared my throat and began the speech I’d rehearsed, “Um, you’re graduating this year, but I still have another year, and so I was wondering if you’ve decided where you’re planning to go to high school. I mean, I’m not sure yet where I want to go, and I thought maybe you had some ideas on the best schools.”

That sounded pretty good, I thought, only I hoped it didn’t come across like I was stalking her, as if I was intent on following her wherever she went. Even though I was.

“Oh, sure,” she said.

We chatted about various high school options, private and public, charter and magnet. I listened to her, and I really appreciated how she seemed so genuinely interested in learning what my goals were, if I had any career plans yet, and so on. But as we talked, I couldn’t stop myself from constantly looking at her mouth, at her lips. And at her tits too. I tried not to make that too obvious.

When lunch was over, I thanked her for all her help.

“You bet, any time. I’m glad to know you, Julie!”

Madison was so nice and so smart and so pretty and so… so everything, I could hardly stand it. I was proud of myself for being bold enough to approach her that day. And now that I’d broken the ice, I should be able to go up and talk to her any time I felt like it. I hoped I would have the courage to do so.

* * *

Late that afternoon, I was in the family room with Molly helping her finish up her homework. She could do the work herself with no problem, but sometimes she needed a little encouragement to stay with it and get it done instead of being distracted by other things.

Kate was watching TV in the same room. We heard the phone ring. “That’s probably Mom,” Kate said, “for you, but do you want me to get it?”

“No, I’ll get it.” I got up and answered the phone.

My mother normally called from work every Friday at around this time so she could let me know how to plan for dinner. During the week she and I would share the cooking chores, with Kate helping out sometimes too. I couldn’t make anything very complicated yet, but I was pretty good with simple things.

On Fridays, though, my mom would often tell me she was bringing something home from a take-out restaurant. And once a month or so, she took us all to dinner. My sisters and I usually got to choose where we wanted to go, but sometimes she tried exposing us to different kinds of fare at various ethnic restaurants. Some of them I liked and some of them I didn’t.

Anyway, tonight she said she was planning to take Molly out for dinner and a movie and then the next night, Saturday, she was going to get a sitter for Molly and she would take me and Kate to dinner. That all sounded fine to me. No cooking and no dishes!

Before ending the call, my mom asked to speak to Molly. She told her all about the plans — a special night just for her — and of course Molly was very excited.

“Rat-a-tooly!” she shouted when she hung up the phone. “We’re gonna see Rat-a-tooly!”

She meant Ratatouille, but we didn’t bother correcting her pronunciation.

“That’s great, Moll,” I said, “I’m sure it’ll be totally fun. But now listen, let’s get this spelling done. You know how Mommy is, homework finished first before anything else.”

“Okay!” With that motivation, she settled in and easily wrapped it up.

My mother came home around 5:15. After spending a few minutes each with me and Kate, asking how we were doing, if we had any homework to do, and so on, she got Molly ready to go.

Then she told us, “All right, girls, we’re off. We should be back around 9:00 or so.”

“Bye, Mommy. Bye, Molly. Have fun!”

Kate and I were on our own for dinner. We could order a pizza if we wanted to, or eat leftovers, or make sandwiches or whatever. But as soon as we were alone, we had the same desire.

My sister turned to me. We were standing by the front door, where we’d said goodbye to Molly and Mommy. She took my hand. “You want to go get in bed?”

Her eyes were shining. I was excited too, and nodded my agreement. But then, as we started walking toward the stairs, I had a deliciously dirty inspiration.

“Wait,” I stopped her. “I have a better idea.”

I led her to the sofa in the family room. “Let’s do it here.”

“What do you mean?”

I sat down and started taking off my clothes. I was wearing a pullover sweater and a bra — I usually wore a bra for school — along with jeans and undies.

“Right here,” I said. “Come on, let’s both get naked. I want to do it down here.”

“Do what?”

“You know, masturbate. I want to do it here on the couch, where I can watch you.”

“Wow, really?”

“Yeah. Does that sound okay to you?”

“Oh, man, it sounds… oh boy!” She sat on the couch and quickly began undressing.

Soon we had everything off, except our socks. Two young sisters, 12 and 10 years old, facing each other, sitting at either end of the sofa, legs spread apart, touching ourselves.

It was amazing to see her that way. I stared at her body, so smooth and lean. Kate’s breasts were very small but already becoming rounded, while mine were more cone-shaped. Her nipples were like dark little buttons. My gaze ran down to her crotch. From this distance, I could see no hair at all. She looked like a little girl, a sweet innocent child like the ones I often fantasized about.

And there she was, right in front of me, a young girl, naked and touching herself. And not just any girl, but my own sister. My beautiful, sexy 10-year-old sister, letting me watch while she —

Then I came.

We had only been masturbating for about five minutes, and we hadn’t really said anything to each other yet, and I didn’t expect to come so soon. But when I realized that in a way my fantasies were already coming true, it was just too much for me.

I think my early climax surprised Kate too. I heard her saying, “Wow,” as I closed my eyes and squeezed my hands together over my pussy. I could feel warm secretions leaking out between my fingers. I was sure they would drip onto the couch, but that didn’t matter. By now there had been so many orgasms on that sofa, it must have smelled like a lesbian bordello.

Keeping my eyes shut tight and picturing little naked girls all around me, climbing on me, kissing me, I slid my fingers back and forth in my slit a few times, and soon I was coming again, my whole body shuddering in ecstasy.

When I recovered and opened my eyes again, Kate was staring at me.

“God, Julie,” she said, “what made you come so fast?”

I chuckled, lifting a hand to my mouth so I could taste myself. “I don’t know, just thinking about girls and stuff.”

“What kind of girls?” She was rubbing herself as she looked at me.

“Um, sometimes I like to think about… about really young ones. Girls even younger than me, I mean. That gets me excited. Do you ever do that?”

“I guess, sometimes, but mostly I think about older girls, like Monica Simmons. Or about grownup ladies. Um, especially ones with blonde hair and long legs.”

“You mean like Mommy.”

“Uh-huh.” Kate was rubbing her clit more intently, looking down at her fingers as they moved rapidly between her legs. “I really like to think about, you know, about Mommy while I… while I play with myself.”

“Tell me what you think about,” I asked her, as I began stroking my own pussy again.

“I just, I think about how pretty she is, and how she looks so sexy when she dresses up to go out.”

“She’s hot, isn’t she?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you ever think about having Mommy kiss you? The way you saw her kissing Katrina? Or, like, the way I saw her kissing Melissa that night?”

“Sometimes…” she whispered. Her eyes were closed now. She seemed to be concentrating on her fantasy and on the feelings her hands were giving her.

“Would you like it if Mommy was naked with you? Right next to you, holding you close? Would you like it if she was touching you and kissing you? What if she put her hands where your hands are now?”

“Mm — Julie — Unh!”

Kate was climaxing. She stretched her slim legs wide apart, giving me a great view of her hot young pussy as she rubbed her fingers over her clit.

I felt my mouth water as I watched my 10-year-old sister bring herself to a thrilling orgasm. I wasn’t ready to come again, but seeing her that way, out in the open instead of in a darkened bedroom, was extra sexy and exciting. I was glad I had thought of doing it on the sofa.

When she finished, I saw something that really surprised me. She put a finger inside herself. Much deeper than I expected she would, deeper than I ever had. Her middle finger went inside until it almost disappeared. Then she pulled it out, shiny with her juices, and lifted it to her lips, tasting herself.

I was speechless. I had seen lots of grownups, or at least older teenagers, putting their fingers in their pussies like that. But I had never done it myself, and I certainly didn’t think my little sister would. She sure did, though.

When I masturbated back then, as a 12-year-old, I mostly concentrated on stimulating my clitoris. I played with my nipples too, and I liked how it felt to rub my fingertips around the opening to my vagina, but I had never yet tried putting my fingers (or anything else) up inside my pussy. I sort of wanted to, but I was afraid I might do something wrong and it would hurt. Besides, just playing with my clit usually made me come fairly easily and quickly.

So it surprised me when I saw Kate push her finger way up inside. I didn’t say anything to her about it, but I made up my mind I would try it for myself.

That attempt would have to come at another time, though. Because a minute later, after Kate was done licking her finger, she said, “Man, I’m hungry. Do you want to order a pizza?”

“Okay.”

“Or, wait, maybe that would take too long. Why don’t we just have sandwiches?”

“That’s fine.”

I didn’t care what we had. I would have preferred to masturbate some more, but apparently Kate needed to eat. Being so athletic, always off playing one sport or another, gave her a big appetite.

We made our sandwiches and ate them in the family room while watching a video.

Have you ever seen the old movie, Personal Best? It was one of my mom’s favorites and Kate liked it a lot too. Partly, I suppose, because it was about young female athletes. But mostly, I expect, because it showed a couple of hot girls kissing and then having sex. It didn’t show everything, of course, it wasn’t porn. But it was definitely arousing. And it had a pretty good story too.

While the movie was on, Kate cuddled up close to me. It felt nice sitting that way, watching those sexy girls on the screen and holding my sister in my arms. After it was over, we switched around the channels for a while, not really staying on anything for very long, until Molly and our mother came home. They brought ice cream sundaes for dessert — yay! — which we all enjoyed together.

“Okay, girls,” said my mom, when we’d finished our treats, “time for bed.”

She sent Kate and Molly upstairs but took my hand, holding me back. I turned to her. My mother had that intense expression on her face again, a look of pure animal desire. It made me so excited when I saw her like that.

“After I’m sure Molly is asleep,” she told me, “I’m going to have a talk with Kate tonight. About you-know-what.”

I smiled. “Really?”

“Uh-huh. I’ve been thinking about it a lot.”

I knew that was true, since she had spoken to me about it in detail each of the two previous nights. And we’d done a lot more than just converse, of course.

She licked her lips and raised her hands to her breasts. She was wearing jeans and a tight t-shirt. Her bra was thin enough that her erect nipples clearly poked through.

“I’ll put Molly in bed first,” my mom squeezed her nipples as she said my little sister’s name — it seemed like there was some connection there, but I wasn’t sure what it was, “and then I’ll go in and talk with Kate. I think she’s ready for it. I know I am.”

A ripple of arousal passed through her body. She was trembling with lust.

After inhaling deeply, and then letting it out, apparently trying to calm herself, my mother took my face in her hands and gave me a long wet kiss. Then she said, “You go to bed now, lover. Think of how much fun we’ll have together, you and me and Katie, playing our game. Okay?”

“Okay.”

I kissed her lips one more time, two more times, and then headed upstairs.

Continue on to Chapter 30

By Naughty Mommy

AGE KEY

When Mommy is…	29	31	33	35	37	39
Her daughters are…
Olivia	8	10	12	14	16	18
Jessica	7	9	11	13	15	17
Ashley *	5	7	9	11	13	15
Lauren	4	6	8	10	12	14
Emily	1	3	5	7	9	11

  * Story narrator
 

At five years old…

While the baby, Emily, drinks milk from her breast, the rest of us kiss and hug our mother, rubbing our hands all over her. She loves that. Sometimes one of of us will suck her other nipple. That’s what my little sister Lauren is doing now.

After the baby gets full and sleepy, Mommy will put her down on a pillow next to her, and then she’ll have two nipples ready for us. We all get our turns. Mommy rubs her hands all over us too, everywhere. All of us are naked, of course, except the baby, who’s wearing a diaper.

It feels so good when Mommy touches me. Her hands are warm. She rubs my bottom, my legs, my bottom some more, and then her hand goes between my legs. I’m kissing her mouth, sucking on her tongue. I’m getting really excited.

My big sisters, Olivia and Jessica, are between Mommy’s legs, both licking her. They’ve tried to show me how, but I’m not very good at it yet. I love it when they lick me that way, though, and especially when my mother does. She gives me the happy feeling when she licks me and kisses me there and keeps on doing it and doesn’t stop.

Now I want it again. I want that feeling. I give Mommy another kiss on the mouth, then I crawl on top of her until I’m sitting on her face so she can lick me.
 

At seven years old…

I’m naked on my back in our mother’s bed. My oldest sister Olivia, who’s ten, is on top of me. We’re doing something called a 69. I’m licking her while she’s licking me. Olivia is really good at this. She knows just what I like. I’m trying to lick her as well as I can, but it’s hard because she’s getting me so excited. I’m almost ready to have the happy feeling again. Mommy says it’s a ‘climax’. Whatever it is, I love it. I want it all the time.

During the day, if I’m not having sex with my mom or one of my sisters, then I’m usually rubbing myself. Except, of course when I’m doing chores, or when we’re having lessons. Mommy home-schools us, and she’s totally serious about it. We all have to work hard at least six hours a day on our lessons. But that still leaves a lot of time for fun.

My second oldest sister Jessica, who’s nine, is licking Mommy’s pussy. Lauren, who’s six, is sucking one of Mommy’s nipples while Mommy touches her between her legs. The youngest, Emily, who’s only three, is sucking Mommy’s other nipple and watching all of us. She’s learning what to do, as we did.
 

Unknown age…

Often I’ll wake up in the night. Someone near me is having sex. They might be touching me, or touching someone else, or they could just be masturbating. It’s dark, and sometimes I can’t tell at first who it is.

I hear sounds, I feel movements. I smell pussy. Then a mouth finds mine. I’m kissing someone. It’s my big sister Olivia. She’s excited, in heat. She needs to come. I reach down between her legs, feel her hand there, working, rubbing. As she kisses me, I slide a finger inside her vagina. So wet, so warm, so ready. Olivia rubs her clit. We kiss. I fuck her pussy, and soon she comes. Then we go back to sleep.

Another night, or maybe it’s still the same one, I can’t tell. I feel a hand between my legs. It’s my mom, on her side, facing me. She kisses me. As I slowly come awake, I realize that Jessica is behind my mother, and apparently she’s rubbing Mommy’s pussy. Behind Jessica is Olivia, and she’s rubbing Jessica. Sleeping next to me, on the other side, is Lauren. I turn toward her and reach between her legs. She wakes up and we kiss. I hear my mother starting to come. I’m not sure where Emily is. She must be still asleep somewhere. She’ll have her turn soon enough.
 

At nine years old…

I’m kissing my little sister Lauren, who’s a year younger than me. We’re naked and I’m on top of her. While I kiss Lauren, I rub my pussy on hers. Mommy likes it when we do that. She talks dirty to us as she watches, and that gets us even more excited.

Olivia and Jessica, my big sisters, are next to us on the bed, doing a 69. Olivia is twelve and Jessica is eleven. They’re almost like a couple, always together, holding hands or kissing even when they’re not having sex. But they also love playing with all of us.

I can make myself come by rubbing my pussy against my sister’s pussy. I’ve done that with Lauren many times. I’ve done it with Jessica and Olivia too, and of course with Mommy. I’ve even done it with Emily.

It feels so good. Lauren is pulling me against her, kissing me, putting her tongue in my mouth. I feel hot and wet between my legs. Next to us, Olivia and Jessica are panting, both getting close. I can smell their pussy juice.

Mommy is masturbating and talking dirty while she’s watching all of us. She’s straddling five-year-old Emily, who’s on her back, naked. When Mommy comes, she’ll shove her wet pussy into Emily’s mouth.

I’m moving faster and faster in top of Lauren. Soon I’ll have a climax, then maybe we’ll switch around and I’ll be with one of my other sisters or with Mommy. We have all night. We can do whatever we want.
 

Unknown age…

I’m sleeping, but only halfway, in and out of sleep. In my waking moments, I suck my mother’s nipple. I can tell she’s masturbating. I fall asleep for a while, then wake up, find her nipple, and suck some more. I don’t know how old I am.

I’m having a dream, and in my dream, I’m making love with my little sister Emily. But I wake up and it’s not a dream. I have my hand between her legs, stroking her hairless pussy. Emily is moaning. She pulls my face to her and we kiss. I feel a hand between my legs. It’s Lauren. She shifts me around so I’m sitting on her face. I move down on Emily, put my mouth on her baby soft pussy, and kiss her there, lick her, suck her tiny clit. Soon she comes, and then I come, and we slowly fall asleep that way, with my face in Emily’s crotch and Lauren’s head between my legs.
 

At eleven years old…

We’re in bed again. All of us naked, and all so happy, all warm and wet and juicy. Sometimes we’ll all be together at once, a hot sticky pile of girls and their mom cuddling and kissing, having sex. Sometimes we’ll split off into pairs, or maybe just masturbate and watch each other.

Tonight I’m eating Mommy’s pussy, and Jessica is eating mine while Olivia eats hers. Seven-year-old Emily is sitting on Mommy’s face. Our mother call this a ‘daisy chain’.

Mommy is getting ready to come. I have two fingers inside her, fucking her pussy while I suck her clit. She’s moving under me and I can tell she’s getting close. I take my wet fingers out and shove my tongue deep inside her vagina, wrapping my arms around her legs, pulling her cunt into my mouth. Mommy climaxes.

When she does, it makes me come too. I come on Jessica’s face. I come really hard. Jessica keeps eating me, though. She doesn’t stop. She loves it when I come in her mouth over and over again. I sit up, wiping my face, licking my fingers, savoring my mother’s pussy juice. Jessica keeps licking me.

Olivia gets on top of Mommy and starts fucking her, cunt to cunt. Emily is coming now, in Mommy’s mouth. God, it’s so exciting, so great. I’m almost ready to come again.
 

Unknown age…

Whispers. Whispers in the dark. Wet sounds, kissing and finger-fucking. I turn my head and see that it’s Jessica and Olivia, making love. I smile, then turn the other way to find Lauren sleeping naked next to me. I cuddle up close to her and fall asleep again.

Later, or maybe it’s another night, I’m dreaming about sex, about having a little girl between my legs, eating me. I wake up and discover it’s not a dream. It’s my baby sister, Emily. She’s licking my pussy. As my eyes grow accustomed to the dark, I see my mother next to us, watching and masturbating. My other three sisters are fast asleep. Emily makes me come in her mouth, my mother climaxes, and a few minutes later I fall asleep again.
 

At thirteen years old…

I’m watching Emily, who’s nine now, masturbate for my mom. They’re facing each other in bed, naked of course, rubbing their clits, seeing who can come first.

I’m on top of Olivia, sitting on her face. Behind me, Jessica is eating Olivia. I’m fondling my nipples as I watch Mommy and Emily masturbate. Emily is getting close. Oh my god, she’s so hot. She’s the only one of us girls with no pubic hair, without any boobs. Still just a child. I have to have her.

As soon as Emily reaches climax, I reach out and pull her to me. I spread her legs and dive into her juicy pussy. Olivia is still under me, licking my cunt. I’m almost ready to come as well. For a moment Mommy watches me eating Emily, then she climbs on top of her face.

We’re in a daisy chain once more: Mommy, then Emily, then me (Ashley), then Olivia, then Jessica. There are so many combinations, so many ways for us to enjoy and pleasure each other. We’ve tried them all, and we’ll try them all again.
 

Unknown age…

Late at night, in the dark, a pair of pussies by my face, one on either side. It’s my two big sisters. They’re both sitting up, kissing and masturbating, with my head between them. Now there’s another pussy, right in front of my face. My mother has joined them. All three are kissing and masturbating. This goes on for a while. I watch and rub myself. When they come, I get a shower of pussy juice, and I climax too. They kiss me and lick my face, then we all go back to sleep.
 

At fifteen years old…

My earliest memories are of being in bed with my mom and my sisters. That’s not surprising, since we’ve always slept together in the same bed. Or at least we have, anyway, since my father left when I was not quite five. For me, that seems like basically forever.

That was more than ten years ago, ten totally happy years, a decade filled with fun and sex, night after night, day after day. I haven’t seen my father since he left, and I really don’t remember him now. But that’s okay, since I have my mom and my sisters, and that’s all I ever want.

I’m on my back tonight, my legs spread wide apart. My mother is kissing my mouth and rubbing her wet cunt against mine, tribbing with me. She’s breathing hard, almost ready to come. When she comes, I know I will too. Watching my mom have an orgasm always puts me over the top, especially when she’s on top of me!

Next to us, Emily is eating Olivia. On the other side, Lauren and Jessica are in a 69. Sex is all around me. The smell of pussy, of hot juicy lesbian sex — of lesbian incest. I’m the luckiest girl there ever was.

By Naughty Mommy

We entered my bedroom and I sat down on the bed. I was completely nude and also completely astonished by what was happening. It all seemed like a mirage, an impossible fantasy.

I’d already masturbated that afternoon in front of my mother and my young daughter, and now we apparently were going to do even more together. I really didn’t know what to expect next. I was stupefied.

My mother smiled down at me. She seemed quite pleased with everything so far, and my little girl, Jordan, was clearly thrilled with this new kind of excitement in her life. And if they were as happy as they looked, then I would try to be too.

“Want me to take off your dress, Nanna?” asked Jordan.

“Do you want to, precious? You want to see your Nanna’s naked body?”

“Uh-huh,” my little girl nodded. And as she started undoing the remaining front snaps on my mother’s pink dress, she added, “I like it when we’re naked together and kissing and stuff.”

“Me too, baby,” smiled my mom, petting Jordan’s hair.

Then the dress was open and my mother shrugged it from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Now she wore only a satin bra and bikini panties, both bright red, a matching set. I stared at her body and felt myself becoming highly aroused.

My mother might be 44 years old, but that doesn’t stop her from being very attractive and very sexy. She keeps herself in great shape and loves to show off her figure. She caught my look of lustful admiration. “Do you like what you see, Stacie? Am I turning you on?”

She definitely was. I never would have imagined that I could be so stimulated sexually by looking at a woman her age — let alone my own mother! — but I was. She was hot, and I wanted her.

“Now your bra, Nanna,” urged Jordan. She’d stepped behind her and was trying to unhook it, though with little success.

“Let me do it, sweetie.” My mother reached behind her back and quickly undid the bra. “You take off my undies, okay?”

“Okay!”

My little girl started tugging on the sexy red panties, pulling them slowly over her Nanna’s hips and down to the floor. My mother stepped out of them, and she was nude. Then she turned to Jordan and said, teasingly, “But no fair, you’ve still got your socks on.”

The 7-year-old looked down at her legs, at the white knee socks. “Oh yeah, I forgot!”

She started to sit on the floor to take them off, but my mother stopped her. “Why don’t you get up on the bed, sexy girl, and let your Mommy and me take your socks off for you?”

“All right,” Jordan smiled, hopping onto the bed and sitting beside me. I put my arm around her, giving her a hug.

“Are you having fun, baby?” I asked.

“Yeah!” She returned the hug, squeezing me tightly. “I’m so glad you’re back, Mommy. Nanna said how fun it would be to do all these things with you and she was right!”

“I’m glad too, honey.” I kissed her on the head. “I’m glad you’re having a good time.”

My mother had sat down on the other side of Jordan. She leaned in close to us now, and whispered, “Little girl, you lie down, okay? So Mommy and me can take off your socks.”

“Okay,” Jordan whispered in reply. Then she lay back on the bed.

“You take that leg, and I’ll take this leg,” my mother grinned. She slowly began pulling down the knee sock on the leg closest to her, and I pulled the other one down and off. Now we were all three fully naked.

My mother spread Jordan’s cute legs wide apart. I stared at my daughter’s pussy for a moment before checking on her, looking at her face, to make sure she seemed okay. She smiled happily at me, not appearing the least bit self-conscious or uncomfortable. Then I felt my mother tugging on my arm.

“Get down here close, Stacie, and take a good look at her. Isn’t she beautiful?”

We knelt together on the floor and leaned in between my little girl’s legs, our cheeks touching, our faces only inches from Jordan’s pussy. She was entirely hairless, of course, nothing but smooth pink skin. And that tempting slit.

“Yes, she is,” I agreed. “She’s very, very beautiful.”

“Do you want to kiss her?” My mother asked.

And at that moment, something clicked. Whatever apprehensions I’d felt before were suddenly and completely melting away. It all seemed so right, so natural, so obvious. I loved Jordan with all my heart, so why shouldn’t I kiss her pretty pussy? And the naked woman at my side was the other vitally important person in my life, my own angelic mommy.

They were the two people I loved the most — of course I should make love to them! I felt so full of joy, so full of love, I was ecstatic, gleefully giggling.

Impulsively, instead of kissing Jordan I turned and grabbed my mom, kissing her lips. I kissed her, and then I gushed, “Mother, thank you, thank you so much. Thank you for coming and helping us. I love you!” I kissed her again and again.

“I love you too, darling girl, very much,” she replied, between kisses. I noticed that she had a hand down between her legs, rubbing herself. She kissed me one more time, then turned her gaze to her granddaughter’s naked pussy. “And I really want to see you kiss her now, okay?”

“Okay.”

I looked at Jordan’s vulva, so pink and fresh and alluring. I felt my mouth water as I imagined myself kissing her there. But before I did, I said to her, “Jordan, baby, I want to kiss you here, in your special place. Is that all right?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, smiling. “I want you to, Mommy.”

“Good.” And then I leaned down and brought my lips to meet my daughter’s pussy lips.

I could hear something behind me, a wet slapping sound. After kissing Jordan’s vulva a second time, and then a third time, I glanced back at my mother. She was fucking herself, two fingers moving rapidly in and out, her palm slapping against her juicy cunt. I could smell her arousal. I smiled at her.

“Kiss her again,” she urged excitedly. “Kiss your baby’s pussy.”

I did. But before kissing her again, I gently pushed my daughter’s legs further apart. As I did this, her puffy labia came open — and I could clearly see moisture glistening inside her slit. She was getting wet! It made my heart beat very fast to know that my little girl was becoming sexually aroused. I leaned down and kissed her.

“Ohh! Oohhf!!” My mom was coming.

I continued kissing Jordan’s pussy as I heard my mother climax. I nuzzled her, inhaling the scent of her sex. I loved my daughter deeply, and I wanted to lick her and taste her, but I wasn’t sure if she would be ready for that yet. So I waited. I kissed her one more time, then leaned back and looked at my mom.

She was watching us, her eyes hooded with lust, as she sucked and licked her wet fingers, the fingers that had just been inside her. With her other hand she was massaging her crotch. She winked at me, then got up from the floor where she’d been kneeling and sat on the bed beside Jordan. She leaned down and kissed my daughter’s mouth.

I realized suddenly that my mother had the taste of her own pussy juice on her lips, and now she was kissing Jordan, so that meant… what did it mean? Was this the first time Jordan had ever tasted that special flavor, or could she, could they — my mind reeled with the possibilities.

And instead of confusing me, or alarming me, these possibilities turned me on. I got up and sat on the other side of Jordan. I brought my face close to hers, close to my mother’s. I kissed them, and they kissed me. And as we shared an intimate incestuous three-way lesbian kiss, I began rubbing my own pussy.

We kissed that way for a few minutes, sometimes one-on-one and sometimes all three together, our warm breath mingling, our wet lips sliding back and forth, tongues reaching out to play. It made me very happy and very excited.

Eventually my mother drew back, resting on an elbow. She grinned at me and Jordan, licking her lips as she idly fondled her own nipple. Then I saw Jordan reach out to the nipple. She pinched it with her fingers, squeezing it, pulling it.

“Ooh, sweetie, that feels good,” Nanna cooed.

Jordan wanted more. She pulled insistently on the erect nipple, bringing it closer to her face. My mother leaned down, happily giving her breast to her granddaughter. I watched as my little girl took the nipple into her mouth, sucking eagerly, and as I watched, I rubbed my pussy faster.

My mom let the child suck her tit for a while before gently pulling away, easing the nipple from between Jordan’s lips. She bent down and gave her a quick kiss, then asked, “Do you want to show your Mommy some of the games I taught you?”

“Mm-hm,” Jordan nodded.

“Which one first?”

“I wanna play Pony!”

“Okay, that sounds good. With you riding, or me riding?”

“Me riding you.”

“Mmm, nice,” my mother smiled.

I had no idea what ‘Pony’ might be. The only thing that came to mind was horseback riding, or maybe a child on an adult’s back, simulating it. But what I saw next made it clear what kind of game it was. And I was startled, to say the least!

My mom winked at me, then lay back on the bed, making sure there was plenty of room around her. As she did, Jordan got up and positioned herself over her Nanna’s face, placing a knee on either side of her head.

I scooted closer so I could see what was happening. My eyes almost popped out of my head as I saw my little girl reach down between her legs to spread her labia apart.

“Why don’t you tell your Mommy what we’re doing, precious?” my mother said. “Tell her about the game.”

“Okay. Um, we play Pony when I ride on her, I mean on her tongue. Nanna’s tongue is the pony and I’m riding it. Or she can ride on me. Nanna rides on me, on my tongue sometimes. My tongue is the pony then. See, Mommy?”

“Yes, I see,” I murmured, dumbfounded.

Then something occurred to me. I looked at my mom. “But she can’t — she can’t — she’s not old enough yet to…… is she??”

She nodded slowly, “Oh, yes, she is, she definitely is. Just watch and you’ll see.”

And then they began.

I watched as my mother extended her tongue, stretching it out as far as she could and wriggling it invitingly. I saw my daughter lower her little pussy directly over the tongue, sighing with pleasure as she came in contact with it.

Jordan started moving then, but just the tiniest bit at first… back and forth a little, and then back and forth a little more. Peering in, I could see that as Jordan held her labia open, she was looking down between her legs, focusing intently to make sure her erect pink clit was gliding right over the tip of her Nanna’s tongue. It was breathtaking.

She was moving slightly faster now, sliding her sex up and down on the wet tongue. I heard her whispering to herself, “Ride the pony, ride the pony…” and as I watched in fascination, her tempo continued to increase, faster and faster, until she was rocking back and forth, riding hard.

My mother’s hands were clutching Jordan’s bottom, squeezing the little round cheeks. Jordan’s eyes were closed. She was no longer holding her labia apart. She was leaning forward on the bed now, her eyes tightly shut, her face a picture of concentration as she rode the pony, fucking Nanna’s tongue.

My daughter was breathing hard, making little squeaking sounds, rocking faster and faster and faster, aiming toward a climax. But could that really happen? It certainly looked like she was getting close, but I didn’t know if she could actually come, if she was old enough yet to reach orgasm. I didn’t think she was — but I was wrong.

I heard a yelp, and suddenly Jordan’s thighs came together, clamping tight around her Nanna’s face. She bent at the waist, rolling almost into a ball, quivering, groaning, her entire body, everything in her, centered around the exquisite incendiary experience of a young girl’s orgasm, a 7-year-old child in sexual ecstasy, climaxing in her grandmother’s mouth.

I had never in my life seen anything to compare with this, never even conceived of anything so utterly spectacular, so erotic. I was almost too amazed to be turned on. But I was turned on.

The incredible orgasm slowly wound down, spasms receding, and Jordan’s body finally relaxed. She slid off to the side then, toward me, to lie on her back with both hands held between her legs, not rubbing, just cupping and sort of soothing her vulva.

She looked at me, red in the face, but giggling happily. “I like playing Pony, Mommy!”

“I can see that. It looked like you had fun.”

“Yeah, I did. Do you wanna play it too?”

“Um, well, maybe.”

My mom was sitting up now, on the other side of Jordan. She was wiping her mouth, grinning broadly. “You really should try it, Stacie. Pony is a great game.”

I wanted to, but at that moment I was still too stunned by what I had just witnessed. I shook my head, trying to take it all in. I wanted it to be true, all of it, but it seemed like a dream — my mom and my daughter having sex, my daughter actually coming in her mouth — could that really have happened?

“Wow, it’s… this is… it’s pretty amazing.”

“Yes, it is,” my mother nodded, smiling as she looked down at her granddaughter. “Jordan is really an exceptional girl, so full of love and passion. She’s taught me a lot.”

“She taught you?”

“Well,” she chuckled, “I’ll admit that the idea for the Pony game was mine. But I would never had that idea if she had not been so, you know, so eager and so affectionate. You know how she is.”

As if to confirm this, Jordan sat up just then and wrapped her arms around my waist, hugging me tight. “Mommy, I’m so glad you’re home!”

I held her, stroking her, as she nuzzled my breasts. I kissed the top of her head. “I’m glad too, darling. And I’m glad you had a good time with your Nanna while I was gone.”

“Yeah, I did, but… will you play Pony with me now, Mommy? Can you do it too?”

“Well, I — ” And then a thrill of excitement raced through my body. My hot little girl was asking me to have sex with her!

I licked my lips. “Yes, I think I’d like to play with you,” I smiled.

“Oh, goodie! You ride Pony on me, okay?”

With a happy sigh, I took my daughter’s face in my hands and warmly kissed her lips. She was just so beautiful, such a perfect child, so full of life and joy and excitement. And now she wanted me to — to rub my clit on her tongue!! I couldn’t believe how lucky I was!!

Jordan flopped back down on the bed, grinning with eagerness.

I paused a few seconds, looking at her, fondling my nipples as I took in the reality of what was about to happen. And then I mounted her, straddling her head. Her eyes were shining, her lips wet. I took a deep breath, my whole body trembling with anticipation. I reached down between my legs and carefully parted my labia, pulling the lips back as far as I could, exposing my pink nub. It was very erect.

Jordan opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue as she gazed at her Mommy’s cunt. Slowly, very slowly, I eased down, bringing my sex closer to my little girl’s face. And then her tongue was touching me, licking my clit. I’d never felt anything so good. For a moment I held myself there, looking down at her, watching her lick me. And then I remembered the game, and I started to ride the pony. I shifted slightly forward, and then back, forward again, and then back.

My mother had moved over next to us. She was watching intently, and masturbating. “That’s right, that’s right,” she urged, her voice choked with lust.

I was riding my daughter’s tongue, back and forth, again and again, back and forth, moving a little more quickly now, starting to breath harder and faster as I felt that exquisite tension building within me — that spinning, swirling, churning jittery heat from deep down inside that told me an orgasm was getting near.

Jordan’s eye caught mine. Her face was beaming, and I tried to return her smile, but the sensations were becoming too strong, too intense. I had to close my eyes. I shuddered once… a second time… not quite… so close…

I kept moving, rubbing my clit against my little girl’s tongue, faster and faster. I was… almost… almost… and then…

And then I was climaxing in her mouth.

“Yes!!!” I cried. Spasms of pleasure coursed through my body, one after another, tremendous bursts of erotic ecstasy, more powerful than any I’d ever known.

My mother was coming too, beside me. I could hear her, dimly, but I was far away — in heaven, paradise, nirvana — with only my pulsating pussy and my lovely daughter’s mouth, that was all there was.

Finally, after forever, I returned to the world. I was sitting on my little girl’s chest. I looked at her face. She was grinning happily, licking her lips. My juices — her mother’s pussy juice! — coated Jordan’s mouth, her cheeks, her chin. I must have gushed all over her.

I fell to the bed beside her, taking her into my arms, hugging my daughter, telling her how much I loved her, kissing her, licking her, tasting my cunt on her lips. My mother was hugging her too, from the other side. We all held each other close, sharing another three-way incestuous lesbian love fest.

Several minutes later, when we were able to relax and breath more normally, I felt my stomach starting to growl. Surprised, I raised my head and glanced at the clock. It was almost 6:30. I couldn’t believe how much time had passed, how the hours had flown by as we played our sexy games together.

“Is anyone else getting hungry?” I asked.

“I am!” nodded Jordan.

“Okay.” I sat up. “I’ll go make us some dinner. I can probably find something —”

“Nonsense,” my mother interrupted. “We’re all going out tonight, somewhere special. It’ll be my treat. We have a lot to celebrate, don’t you think?”

*   *   *

My mother took us to Churchill’s, one of the better restaurants in Spokane. It’s an old-fashioned steakhouse that also specializes in seafood brought in fresh every day. I really enjoyed having a nice meal with clean tablecloths and excellent service. That was a pleasant change from the pizza or hamburgers Jordan and I typically would have when we ate out.

Jordan could hardly sit still, being so excited to have me home from my trip and to have me joining in all the sexy activities with her and Nanna. She kept jabbering how fun it was to play Pony with me. I had to remind her to keep her voice down and to be careful what she said. Some people might get the wrong idea (or the right idea!) if they heard us talking about the naked games we played together in bed.

I was feeling extremely happy too, though, almost as giddy as my cute 7-year-old. Part of that was the warm afterglow of several satisfying orgasms and part of it was that my mother and I were already into our second bottle of wine at dinner. It was really good!

As we drank another toast to the joys of mother-daughter closeness, my mom said, “So, do you still have those vacation days scheduled, after our little pet gets out of school?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, around a delicious bite of grilled salmon. I was given two weeks of paid vacation per year at my job, which would increase to three if — no, make that when I got promoted to assistant manager. I planned to use one week immediately after school ended, and the other week around Christmas.

“Are you going anywhere special?”

“Not really, no. We can’t afford it. We’ll just stay home, take it easy, maybe go to the waterpark or something. Would you like us to drive over and stay with you for a couple days? We could do that.”

My mother had a twinkle in her eye. It made me think she might have a better idea in mind — and I was right!

“What would you think about going with me on a trip to San Diego… spend a week at the beach, enjoy the sun, play in the ocean… doesn’t that sound nice?”

“San Diego?? It sounds great, but —”

“The beach?” piped Jordan. “I want to go to the beach, Mommy!”

I patted Jordan’s leg, smiling at her, then turned back to my mom with a look of regret. “I’d like that, Mother, I really would, but I’m afraid we just can’t afford it.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” she scoffed. “I’ll take care of it. It won’t cost you anything.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I have an announcement to make. I’ve been thinking about this for quite a while and I finally decided to go ahead and do it. You see, ever since your father died, I’ve been getting these offers from another company, a big conglomerate, to purchase our business, the entire chain. I’ve kept putting them off, though, not wanting to rush to a decision. But now the time is right.”

I was surprised. “You’re going to sell?” She hadn’t said anything to me about it.

“Actually, I already have sold. That is, I signed all the papers a couple of weeks ago, right before I came out here to stay with you. The transfer of assets will take place next week.”

“But… how will you support yourself? Will you still have a job?”

She laughed. “That’s the best part. When I continued holding out, not accepting their offers, the other company just kept coming back, steadily increasing what they would pay, until there was simply no way I could refuse. Now, I’ll have plenty. I won’t have to worry about working any more.”

“Wow, that’s wonderful, Mother.”

“Yes, it is, it really is. Your father may not have been the best daddy to you — I know you almost never saw him — or the best husband to me, and he certainly wasn’t much of a lover either, that’s for sure. But he did put me in a position where now I’m pretty much set for the rest of my life.”

“That’s amazing. Congratulations. But, hey, I guess we need to drink to that, huh?” I raised my wine glass and we toasted yet again.

She went on. “So, I’ve been talking with my sister Veronica about it, and we thought it might be fun for us all to take a family vacation together. You know, Veronica and Stephanie and their girls along with the three of us. What do you think? Jordan might like having someone around her age to play with. Kelly is 14 now, but the twins are just 8.”

I didn’t know my aunt or her family very well. They lived in San Francisco, and we only got to see them occasionally. I glanced down at Jordan, who was nodding eagerly as she munched on her chicken strips. So I said, “Well, sure, I guess. Um, yeah, that would be fun.”

“I’ve already placed a tentative reservation on a condo in San Diego. It’s right on the beach, very nice. It’s got three bedrooms, enough space for all of us, both families I mean. So if you and Jordan will agree, if you’ll come with us, then I’ll confirm the reservation and we’ll be all set.”

She sat back, grinning, quite pleased with her arrangements.

My head was spinning. I was dazzled. A vacation in sunny California, at the beach? With all expenses paid? Would I agree? Of course I would!

I threw my arms around my mother’s neck, giving her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Jordan followed my lead, climbing right over me to squeeze and kiss her Nanna.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Naughty Mommy

The next night at about 9:30, as I was settling into bed to read a book, I heard a soft knock at my door. It could only be my daughter, of course, although I’d figured she would already be in dreamland. Bedtime for her on school nights is 9:00 o’clock.

“Come in, honey.”

The door opened slowly and her little face peeked in. “Hi, Mommy.”

“Hi, sweetheart. What are you doing up so late?”

“Well, I…”

Amanda walked slowly over to my bed and perched on the edge of it. Unusually for her, she wasn’t wearing pajama bottoms, just a skimpy pair of panties. I took a glance at her long, slim legs. She was tall for her age, the tallest child in her 4th grade class, in fact, and her legs seemed to go on forever. She also had on a very thin, tight t-shirt that clearly outlined her breast buds and perky nipples. Was she trying to be sexy for me, to turn me on? I don’t really know, but if she was, it was working!

When she didn’t continue, I prompted her. “Yes, honey?”

“Um, I’m not asleep yet because of, I keep on trying to do it myself, you know, masturbate, only it isn’t working. I tried last night and tonight too.” Then she grinned at me. “Can you help me again?”

I felt a jolt inside my pussy. Of course I would love to help her! But the mom part of me took over and said, “Oh, I don’t know, sweetie, it’s pretty late, and you have school tomorrow. Why don’t you just try to get to sleep now if you can, and maybe we can talk about it tomorrow night before bed. All right?”

“Okay, but, um, do you promise we can do it again tomorrow night?”

“Well…”

“I mean, I don’t care about watching TV or doing my homework or anything else. I just wanna do it again, right after dinner, okay?”

Her eyes were pleading, but there was a mischievous glint as well. And when she said ‘do it’ I was quite sure she meant she wanted me to masturbate her again, to rub her with my hand and bring her to orgasm. Whether she knew it or not, my 10-year-old daughter was actually asking me to have sex with her, begging for it in fact.

I came very close right then and there to surrendering all my inhibitions, all my principles, all my good intentions. Just throwing them away and saying, little girl, you don’t have to go to school tomorrow at all — you can stay home, I’ll call in sick, and you and I will play with each other all day long — why don’t we start right now!!

But I didn’t. I came close, but somehow the responsible part of me, the angel on the other shoulder, managed to get me to say, “All right, honey, I promise we can do it again tomorrow night. It’s fine, except for that thing you said about homework. You do have to get that done first. Okay?”

Amanda threw her arms around me, hugging me tight and kissing my neck, exclaiming, “I will! I promise I’ll do my homework right after school. Thank you, Mommy! Thank you!”

Her excited reaction made me laugh. I gave her a squeeze in return and with some difficulty finally disentangled myself from her grip. I tweaked her little nose. “You are such an adorable girl. But it’s really getting late. You run back to bed now and get some sleep.”

“Okay, I will, but” — she was beaming with happiness — “I just can’t wait to do it again!”

My daughter grabbed my face and gave me a long kiss on the lips. I’m sure she didn’t mean this as a sexual thing, but that certainly was the effect it had on me. I was churning inside with lust and desire. This mostly felt good to me, of course, but unsettling too, in a way. What was I turning into?

The kiss ended, I gave her one more hug, and then at last she was off to her own bedroom.

I didn’t pick up my book again. The second the door closed, I turned out the bedside lamp and started masturbating. My cunt was on fire, my panties soaked with my juices. I was so incredibly turned on that it took me no more than a minute to reach my first climax.

And I didn’t stop there. I kept rubbing myself and I came again and again and again that night as I thought about how much I loved touching this child, my own precious daughter, my hands caressing her smooth young skin, sliding between her legs, opening her pussy, finding her wetness, reaching inside. I have no idea how many orgasms I finally had — they just kept coming, one after another, as I thought about touching my sexy little girl.

* * *

It wasn’t easy for me to stay focused the next day at work. My mind was constantly running ahead to what would be waiting for me at home. I kept looking at the clock but the hours just seemed to drag, the day going on forever. At long last it was 5:30, and I was hurriedly on my way.

Dinner was easy, just soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. I’d thought about it and decided that would be something quick to make and simple to clean up. Amanda eagerly helped with the dishes, a chore she usually tried to avoid. And when we were done, she took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom.

As soon as we were in the room she let go of my hand, then lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. She wore nothing underneath. Sitting on the floor, she pulled off her tennis shoes and socks, then bounced to her feet and in one movement pushed her shorts and her panties down together in a bundle, deftly stepping out of them. She turned and faced me, beaming.

Within moments my daughter had transformed from a fully clothed young lady to a totally naked girl, slim and flat-chested, a long straight body with practically no hips. You could almost say she looked boyish, except… except she was undeniably feminine, because right there in her center, drawing in the eye, was that oh so tempting slit, her puffy, white, hairless slit, holding promises of…

I felt a sudden feverish flush, a shiver of anticipation coursing through my body as I stared at Amanda’s crotch. I was dizzy, light-headed, and had to sit on the bed.

What was she doing to me? I had always preferred women to men, of course, and when I went online to masturbate, searching for enticing photos and videos, I often would gravitate to the youngest-looking models, but — but this little girl was only 10 years old! And she was my own daughter!!

“Mom? Are you okay?”

“What? Oh…”

I put a hand to my forehead. I was sweating, and couldn’t catch my breath. “I, I don’t know, honey. Maybe we…”

Amanda sat on the bed beside me. “Do you feel sick?”

“No, not sick, it’s just that… I think… remember the other day when I told you there are things that mothers don’t usually do with their daughters?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Well, what I want to do with you is… is something that…” I paused and took a deep breath. I knew I wasn’t making much sense, and I was probably scaring her as well. I decided I should just be honest with her, tell her the truth.

I turned toward Amanda, taking her hands in mine, smiling at her. She looked so lovely, although her brow was now creased with concern. My daughter was such a perfect child, so innocent and warm, so much fun to be with, and so utterly desirable. I wanted her very much.

“Honey, you know I, um… we’ve never talked about this yet, but I think we should. Right now.”

“Okay.” She waited for me to go on.

“You know that most women prefer men and most men prefer women, that is, they want to be with them, to fall in love with them, to get married and maybe have children. For most men and for most women that’s what’s normal. But some men only like other men, and some women only like other women, right?”

“Yeah, I know, but—”

“What I need to tell you, Amanda, is that… is that I think I might be one of those, that other kind. No, that’s not right. I know I am. I’m a lesbian, honey.”

I looked into her eyes, searching for a reaction.

She shrugged. “Okay.”

“That’s all?” I laughed, “Just ‘okay’?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, you’ve always told me that it’s fine, whatever people are is just what they are and everything, and there’s nothing wrong with it. So…”

“So everything’s okay?”

“Of course.”

“But…” I wanted to make sure she understood. “But now, when I, when we, if we go ahead with this, with what you wanted us to do again tonight—”

“We are going ahead with it, Mom. You promised. Remember?”

I smiled at her. I was starting to feel much better. “Yes, honey. I promised. Okay, we’ll go ahead, we will, but do you realize what I’m saying? When I, when I do this with you, it makes me very excited. I feel, um, I feel a strong attraction toward you. Because I’m… a lesbian… that means I’m attracted to women, and to girls. To girls like you.”

“Okay.”

“And you don’t mind?”

She frowned but didn’t say anything. Amanda seemed completely mystified by my anxiety. It was as if she couldn’t possibly understand what I was so worried about.

“All right,” I nodded, taking another deep breath and letting it out. “That’s all. I just wanted to tell you. But as long as you don’t have any questions, then I guess…”

A big grin lit up her face. “Are you ready now?”

I laughed, “Yes, I’m ready.”

“Are you gonna take off your clothes too?”

“Sure.”

But before I did, I took her face in my hands and gave her a long kiss on the lips. “I love you, Amanda,” I whispered to her.

“I love you too, Mom.”

Then I stood up and unzipped my dress, taking it off and setting it over a chair. I wasn’t wearing any shoes, so I simply pulled down my pantyhose, unhooked my bra, stepped out of my underwear, and just like that I was as naked as she was.

“Yay!” She clapped.

We arranged ourselves on the single bed, next to each other. She was on her stomach, and I was on my side, propped up on an elbow, admiring her smooth young body.

“Are you going to try it yourself this time?” I asked.

“No! I want you to do it for me again, just like we did on Saturday. Okay?”

“Okay,” I chuckled, “if that’s what you want.”

“It is.”

I felt a warm stirring inside my cunt as I reached out a hand to touch her. That perfect little bottom, so inviting. Amanda squirmed as my fingers traced patterns on her soft skin. She closed her eyes and moved her legs apart for me.

I shifted a little closer, so our bodies were touching. I ran my hand up and down her flanks, from below her knees, up her side almost to her armpits, then down her long back, over her bottom, and slowly along the inside of her thigh until I reached her calf. I gently kneaded the muscle, feeling its youthful strength.

This was so exciting, so delicious. I had this beautiful girl in front of me, a wonderfully desirable child, all of 10 years old, and there she was, completely willing, completely open to me, ready for whatever I would do. I decided then that I would take my time. If I was really going to seduce my daughter — and I was, I was now certain of that — I would do it the right way, slowly and gradually, letting her experience a steady, inexorable build-up of erotic tension. I would increase her arousal little by little until she was finally straining with need, begging me to give her release, and only then would I take her over the edge into orgasm.

I drew my hand up the inside of her leg, slowly, very slowly. And just as my fingertips had almost reached her vulva, I lifted them away. She gasped and moaned, her body shuddering. She didn’t open her eyes, but I saw her part her lips and take two fingers into her mouth, licking and sucking them.

I placed a hand on her bottom, squeezing the cheek, feeling its firmness, squeezing it again. Now my fingers were gradually slipping inside, between the cheeks, reaching in, reaching deeper, almost but not quite touching her little anus. I heard her gasp again. I leaned over and softly kissed her back, between her shoulder blades. Her skin was warm. She smelled heavenly. I kissed her again, then I licked her.

“Ohh, Mommy…” she sighed.

I smiled to myself as I slid my hand down her leg once again, almost to her ankle, then drew it up slowly, so slowly, until my fingers were almost at her crotch — and all the while I was kissing and licking her back, rubbing my lips against her heated skin. Amanda was trembling now, and still sucking on her fingers.

I breathed in her ear. “Are you ready, sweetheart? Do you want Mommy to make you feel good?”

“Yes, please!”

I slid my tongue inside her ear, licking her, warmly exhaling, then sucking her earlobe. I had never done that with anyone before, but it felt exactly right, instinctively seductive. She squealed and shivered with delight.

Now I moved even closer to her, laying one leg over the back of hers, pulling her slim thigh tightly between my legs until my wet pussy was pressing against her skin. I started moving then, humping her a little, not aggressively yet, but enough to stimulate my clit.

I waited to see how she would react to that, to find if perhaps she might object, but of course she didn’t. So I shifted again, moving this time until I was almost on top of her thigh, and then I increased my humping motion. There was no mistaking this: I was fucking my daughter’s leg. It felt good, so good, and I knew for sure that I would be able to make myself come that way anytime I wanted to.

As I kissed and licked her back, I reached down between her legs, cupping her vulva. She groaned and arched her pelvis, pressing her hot sex into my hand. I gently squeezed, feeling the soft smoothness of her hairless pussy, her puffy labia. I slid my hand slowly up and down, not opening her lips yet, just caressing the outside.

But Amanda wanted more, she needed more. She squirmed, pushing against me, urgently demanding that I give her pleasure. I was still humping her, squeezing my thighs together as I fucked her leg, my cunt sliding easily over her skin, now fully lubricated with my juices. And as I humped her, I began to match that rhythm with my hand between her legs, rubbing my fingers up and down over her pussy lips.

“Mommy, Mommy…” she whispered.

Without even making a conscious effort, I felt my fingers slide inside, between her labia. Her slit was very wet, so hot and wet and so ready for me. Her juices coated my fingers. I was touching her clit, then the opening to her vagina, my hand sliding everywhere, up and down, faster and faster. I suddenly realized that it was she who was doing most of the work. I was holding my fingers there, and Amanda was fucking it! She was rocking up and down, moving her sex against my hand. My daughter was fucking my hand, and I was fucking her leg.

All at once I was very close, right on the edge of orgasm, and apparently so was she. I’d intended to take it slow, and I’d tried, but at this point it was out of my control. I’d hoped I could explore her tiny pussy again, see how far my fingers would go inside, but she was moving so fast now that I couldn’t. Not this time anyway. So I simply held my hand where it was and let her move against me.

As I pressed my cunt even harder against her thigh, I said, “You want to come for Mommy, honey? You want to come on Mommy’s hand?”

“Yeah — I — I — ”

And then she was climaxing. She gasped and squealed, her little body convulsing with each wave of her powerful orgasm. And I was coming too, on top of her.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!” I shrieked as I rammed my sex against her leg.

Just as she was finishing, her frantic movements slowed and her pussy came to rest so that my index finger was right at the opening of her vagina. And my finger dipped inside, easily, automatically.

My orgasm was finally ending too. I was panting, sweating, trying to catch my breath, my throat raw from screaming. And I realized then where my finger was. It was inside her. Inside my daughter’s pussy. I didn’t take it out. I lay down next to her, half on top of her, my bare breasts against her back and side. My heart was still beating fast.

I kissed her on the shoulder and looked at her darling face. It was dewy with sweat. Her eyes were closed and she had a soft smile on her lips. I moved my finger inside her, pressing in just a tiny bit. Her smile widened. Then I eased the finger out of her pussy and raised it to my mouth, sucking on it, tasting her.

Amanda rolled onto her side, facing me, opening her eyes. “Mommy, I love masturbating!” she beamed. “I just want to do it all the time!”

She seemed so happy I didn’t have the heart to correct her, to tell her that what she was doing wasn’t masturbating — that she was actually having lesbian sex with her mother. But even if I had told her that, she probably would have simply shrugged it off. She seemed to accept everything so easily.

I leaned down and kissed my daughter, letting my lips linger on hers for a moment. “I’m glad you like it, honey. I do too.”

Continue on to Chapter 4