Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

When Emily finally finished climaxing, I slowly slid off her and nestled against her side. I lifted my hand from her crotch and smelled and then licked her sweet juices. I kissed the side of her naked breast, and then as I sensed that she was regaining awareness, I asked, in a tiny voice, “Mommy, is it okay if I suck on your nipple? Please?”

“Ohh… oh, my little baby, is that what you want?”

“Yes, Mommy.” I scooted up a little and took her breast in my hand, lifting it and pointing the nipple toward my mouth.

I made sure she was watching me, then extended my tongue and licked the nipple. I ran my tongue all around it, feeling it harden. I flicked the end of my tongue over the tip and felt her shiver with excitement. Then I smiled and whispered, “Mommy,” before closing my mouth over her erect nipple. I sucked like a baby would, shutting my eyes and enjoying the matchless pleasure of having a sexy woman’s breast in my mouth. I felt Emily’s hands petting my head, stroking my hair, and I heard her murmur her daughter’s name.

After giving the same loving attention to her other nipple, I moved up slightly on the bed, kissing her chest, her throat, her chin, and then her mouth. She pulled me close and we kissed deeply for the first time. She wrapped her arms around me, holding my body tight against hers.

As we kissed, I mounted her leg, rubbing my crotch — still covered by Kathy’s panties — against Emily’s thigh. I moved harder and faster, feeling the growing pressure in my center that warned of an impending orgasm. But I wasn’t ready to come yet.

Breaking the kiss, I said, “Mommy? Would you take off my nightgown, please?”

“Oh, yes, honey. Of course.” Emily reached down and pulled the little yellow nightie up and over my head.

I had to sit up slightly to allow her to do that, and this allowed Emily to see my breasts for the first time. They really are tiny, not much more than bumps, and this seemed to be exactly what Emily was hoping for.

“Oh, you’re so beautiful,” she said. “Just like a little girl.”

“But I am a little girl, Mommy,” I reminded her.

“Yes, that’s right,” she smiled.

“Do you like my boobies?”

“Oh, yes I do. They’re so sweet.” She tentatively extended a hand and rubbed her fingers over one breast, surrounding but not quite touching the stiff nipple. “Is it okay… Kathy… if I kiss your little nipples?”

“Yes, Mommy, but first —”

She looked up at me, unsure what I was going to say.

“First would you take off my panties, so I can be naked like you?”

“Oh, of course, darling!”

I lifted my hips so she could tug my (Kathy’s!) panties down, and I helped her pull them all the way off. Then I nestled down on top of her, brushing my erect nipples over hers.

“Thank you, Mommy, that’s better,” I said. “Now you can kiss my nipples if you want to.”

As Emily took my hard nipples into her mouth, first one then the other, I cooed softly but at the same time I resumed humping her leg. Actually it was more like humping her hip or her waist, since I’m so short. But my clit was excited and any sort of pressure, of rubbing skin against warm skin, felt really good.

When she finished with both of my nipples, I slid down far enough so we could kiss again, and I also positioned my pussy directly over hers. We held each other close, moving tongues into mouths, and I gently lowered my wet cunt onto Emily’s. While kissing her and while rubbing my hands over her breasts, I began pressing my mound into hers. I did this very slowly, almost imperceptibly, so that as I gradually began increasing the pressure and quickening my movements, it caught her by surprise when she suddenly realized that I was actually fucking her with my cunt. (This is one of my special ways of pleasing women.)

“Mmm, oh, Col — I mean, Kathy, what are you doing?”

“Is it okay, Mommy?” I asked, without slowing my motion at all. “This just feels nice to me.”

“Yes, yes — yes, of course, it’s all right!” As she realized what was happening, Emily reached down and clamped her hands over my small bottom, intensifying the rhythm and pulling me harder against her.

“Do you like it, Mommy? Do you like it when I rub myself against you this way?”

“Uh-huh, I do. I love it, Kathy. I love what you’re doing.” Emily opened her long legs wide apart and then wrapped them around me. “Come on, baby! Fuck Mommy’s pussy!”

We moved together, two women locked in a passionate lesbian embrace, breast against breast, cunt against cunt, synchronized in an erotic dance that was bringing us both quickly toward a climax.

I licked and sucked her neck, kissing and biting, tasting her salty sweat. She clawed at my ass, digging her fingernails into me, wanting to fuse my pussy with hers.

“Mommy, I’m —” I grunted, “I’m getting close —”

“Come on, baby! Come on, Kathy! Come for Mommy! Come on Mommy’s pussy!”

Hearing that made me explode over the edge. I’d been holding back so long, waiting for this precious release, that when I finally came it was volcanic. I was conscious enough of the situation to remember about not waking the real Kathy, but my orgasm was so intense, so powerful, it seemed it would never end. Waves of pleasure kept surging through me, spasms of excitement forcing me to thrust my mound harder and harder into hers.

And Emily came too.

“Kathy!” she cried out loudly, until I quieted her by pulling her face against my neck.

Arching her pelvis, the older woman lifted us both off the bed, then slammed us down again into the mattress, our sexes mashing together, juices mingling, sweaty bodies sliding hotly against each other.

We came together, multiple simultaneous orgasms, one after the other. Just as one of us seemed almost finished, the other would come again and more orgasms would burst over us.

I don’t know how long it lasted or how many times we came. But at last, at long last, the two of us were spent, and we quivered together, trembling in an acutely aware, heated post-coital glow. It truly was like nothing I’d felt before.

This was the greatest sex of my life, up until then, anyway. There would be many more highs to come, but nothing would ever top this first experience with Emily, playing little girl lesbian incest with her.

I wasn’t through, however.

Several minutes passed, and it seemed we both might be ready to fall asleep, but I wanted more. When it comes to a sexy woman like Emily, I always want more!

I gradually began slithering down, sliding my body over hers. Lubricated by our warm sweat, it was easy for me to gently lower myself past her breasts, pausing briefly to kiss each nipple, then down over her belly, kissing my way lower and lower, savoring the sweetness of her soft feminine skin until my shoulders were between her shapely thighs and my mouth had reached her mound.

“Mommy?” I said in that little girl voice. “Mommy, can I kiss you here?”

“Oh, Kathy, please kiss me there!”

So I gently kissed her trimmed pubic hair. I kissed the inside of her thighs and licked her there. I rubbed my forehead in her sex, letting her copious juices coat my brow, then brought my lips to meet her lips. I kissed Emily’s swollen labia, licked her softly, tasted her. And I heard her speak to me.

“Kathy… Kathy, kiss Mommy’s pussy. That’s my good little girl, kiss Mommy right down there…”

I kissed her there again and again, the way I would kiss a woman’s mouth. My tongue came out and slithered between her lips, feeling for the soft center of her. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, burying my face in her womanliness.

“Oh, Kathy, yes, put your little tongue inside me!”

With my nose, I opened her labia and slid my mouth up and down through her slit, extending my tongue to flick lightly over her clitoris, then lowered my hungry lips to her opening, fastening my mouth over her pussy, thrusting my tongue up inside her cunt as far as it would go.

“Fuck me, baby! Fuck Mommy with your tongue!”

I did as I was told, and as I did, I found myself back fully inside the fantasy. I was her 11-year-old daughter, Kathy. I was that little girl who, instead of sleeping in her room down the hall, was here in bed with her mother, tongue-fucking her, eating her cunt, trying to make her come in her mouth.

“Mommy,” I mumbled through the suffocating wetness of her pussy, “Mommy, you taste so good.”

Emily’s hands were on my head now, holding my hair, shoving my face into her.

“Yes, baby, that’s right! Make Mommy come! You want — you want Mommy to come in your mouth? Kathy? You want me to — COME — IN — AAHHHHH!!!”

She came in torrents, it seemed, wetness pouring out of her, running down my face and onto the bed. I tried to drink her, to take it in and swallow as much as I could. I kept my tongue moving deep inside her as she arched her back, forcing her sex into my mouth. Then, just when she seemed almost ready to finish climaxing, I raised my mouth up a little and fastened my lips over her clit. At the same time, I slid three fingers inside Emily’s dripping pussy and fucked her as hard as I could.

I’ve got to say, this woman really got her money’s worth. I made her come again and again, but believe me, it didn’t feel like work. I loved what I was doing, loved eating her, loved bringing her to climax over and over again. And I especially loved playing the role of her little girl, her little Kathy, a tender thing just on the verge of puberty — but one who was, in fantasy as least, making her mother come in her mouth.

As Emily finally finished up another in a long series of orgasms (who could tell how many it had been by now?), I gently removed my fingers from her cunt, lovingly kissed her clit, and started sliding my body back up over hers until I was lying on top of her again, and we kissed.

We kissed and she tasted her juices on my mouth, on my lips, on my cheeks and my chin. She giggled and licked my face, tasting herself as she kissed me.

But I still wasn’t done.

I let her kiss me and play with me, whispering how much she loved her little Kathy and how happy she was to be close this way. After a few minutes, I pulled myself back a bit, shaping my mouth into a pout.

“Mommy, can I ask you a question?”

“Oh, my darling, of course. Ask me anything.”

“When I was kissing you down there,” I giggled and tried to blush like an actual 11-year-old might, “um, I started feeling kind of funny.”

I got up on my knees, straddling her, and pointed down at my crotch. “Right there.”

Emily smiled.

“Will you look at it and make sure everything is okay?” As I said this, I crawled forward, bringing my bald pussy nearer to her face. “Look close, Mommy, and tell me if it’s all right. Cuz it felt kinda funny.”

“What do you mean, ‘funny’, sweetheart?”

“Um, well, it was getting sort of hot and… and I think a little wet, too… so will you look at it?” I put my hands on either side of my pussy lips and slowly pulled them apart. Indeed, I was very wet. “Look closely at me, Mommy.”

I moved in until my sex was less than an inch from her face. I slipped two of my fingers down inside my slit and into my vagina, then spread them, opening my cunt to her view. “Look at me, Mommy. Look at your little girl.”

“Oh, Kathy…”

“Will you kiss me, Mommy? Kiss me there?”

Emily looked briefly up at me, smiling, then returned her gaze to my naked crotch.

“Yes, I’ll kiss you there, darling. I’d love to kiss you there.”

Raising her head from the pillow, the young mother brought her lips to meet my pussy — while pretending that I was her 11-year-old daughter, the little sweetheart who was asleep in her bed just down the hall. Cradling her head in my hands, I gazed down at the beautiful brunette, admired her delicate features, marveled at the amorous attention she was giving to my clit and my cunt, and felt so grateful that I could be here at this time to experience such an amazing session of lesbian lovemaking and take part in an extraordinary role-playing fantasy.

Making the connection between this lovely woman, Emily, with her face buried in my crotch, and the dream she was having — that it wasn’t actually me whose pussy she was eating, but the real Kathy, her barely pubescent daughter — having that deliciously perverse thought in my head while feeling her eager tongue probing deep inside my cunt, well, it brought me right up the the edge of orgasm very quickly.

Usually I pride myself on the strength of my control over my level of arousal, on my ability to raise and lower my reactions based on whatever is needed at the time to satisfy my client. But this time, with this fantasy and this woman living it out… I must admit that for one of the few times in my professional erotic career, I was totally overwhelmed by the sensation, and utterly lost control.

I felt the climax fast approaching, and while I might normally have tried to slow it down, this time I knew I was completely powerless against such an incredible surge of lust. I gave myself over to its power (though in reality I had no choice) and let it take me away. My thin white thighs clamped tight around Emily’s head as I gripped her hair in my hands and pulled her face hard against my sex. Shudders of orgasmic ecstasy swept through me, and I felt warm liquids flowing from my pussy into her mouth and spilling onto her cheeks.

I’m just a tiny girl, but at that point I’m sure I possessed near superhuman strength, and it’s a wonder I didn’t suffocate or drown the poor woman as I crammed her head deep into my crotch, almost willing her to be consumed by my wildly contracting vagina. I heard myself cry out in pleasure, and though I knew that I must be quiet so as not to wake the little girl, I could not stop. I shouted, screamed, cursed, bucking my cunt against Emily’s face, making myself come again and again and again as I swept my erect clit up and down across her lips and jammed my wet opening harder and harder onto her spearlike tongue.

It seemed to go on forever. I was barely conscious, as if in a trance, with the only two things that existed in the world being this woman’s mouth and my sex. Nothing else mattered. The orgasms multiplied and intensified, my juices flowed out from me in great spurts, and if it hadn’t been that I’d nearly blacked out we might still be going at it now, or at least until Kathy had awakened and found us, or until the police had come to arrest us. As it turned out, I never really made the choice to stop or even realized when it ended. All I know is that some point of maximum expression was reached and then I literally collapsed in a heap on top of Emily, losing all my muscle control, nothing left of me but a heaving, panting, sweating, moaning, and thoroughly satisfied girl.

She held me close, caressing me, kissing me, hugging me, saying her daughter’s name. She shifted onto her side and brought her face to mine, kissing me on the mouth, I tried to return the affection, but was so exhausted that I couldn’t really do much at all. But as she rained down kisses on my eyes, nose, cheeks, chin, and lips, I could smell and taste myself on Emily’s face.

At last it was enough. Gradually her kisses became softer, gentler, and less urgent. He caresses become slower and more tender. My breathing began to ease and soon we were just drifting, the two of us, in the wonderful blissful state of post-orgasmic lesbian heaven, Nothing like it, I believe, ever happens between a man and a woman. Something unique and unparalleled can exist between sexually active females that men, bless their stout hearts, can never know. When two or more girls and/or women have given themselves completely to each other and shared multiple mutual climaxes, the closeness is inexpressibly fine and beautiful.

I nearly fell asleep then, and it’s a good thing I didn’t. The tender closeness I felt with Emily was so comforting, so reassuring, that I’m sure I would not have stirred until morning — and then imagine what Kathy might have wondered upon discovering a strange naked girl in her mother’s bed!

Just before drifting off, I managed to rouse myself and slip out of Emily’s embrace without waking her. I dressed silently, then leaned over to kiss her on the cheek before I left (she’d paid me in advance by credit card so no cash had to be exchanged).

“Goodbye, my darling,” I whispered, knowing I would truly miss this woman if she never asked again for my services. As I began to straighten up, I felt her grab my wrist.

“Oh,” she said in a sleepy voice, “are you going?”

“Yes, I have to. But please, don’t get up. Go back to sleep.”

“Mmm,” she stretched languorously, the sheets slipping aside, her smooth skin glowing in the moonlight, shadows revealing her splendid form. I suddenly found myself aching to take her again, even though I’d already experienced as many orgasms in the previous few hours as I might normally over a few weeks.

Emily brought my hand to her mouth and kissed it. “Don’t go,” she said. “Stay with me.”

I sat on the bed next to her, leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. Once, twice, a third time, and then — oh, it was so hard to resist, but reluctantly I pulled myself away.

“Go back to sleep, my love,” I whispered. “Sweet dreams.”

And I really meant to leave. But Emily wasn’t quite ready to say goodnight.

“Don’t go,” she repeated, taking my hand and placing it over her breast. I could feel the nipple hardening beneath my palm, and I saw her other hand sliding down between her legs. “Stay with me, just a little while longer.”

“Well…”

She lifted my hand to her mouth and sucked my fingers between her lips, lasciviously licking them, then returned my hand to her breast and rubbed the wet fingers over her stiff nipple. “Just a little longer.”

“No, I… I really should go.”

I could see her fingers moving faster between her legs. “It feels so good,” she sighed.

Against my will, I closed my hand around her breast, gently squeezing, then pulling upward to tweak her nipple.

“Mmm” she responded. Then I heard a wet squishing and slapping sound, which meant she was fucking herself with her fingers. “Ahhh… oooh… bend down close to me.”

I leaned over expecting a kiss, but she turned her mouth toward my ear. I could barely hear her, whispering quietly, almost as if to herself.

“When you… when you were sitting on my face… it was… it seemed just like… like it really was Kathy… and it was so… so perfect.” Then she shuddered and gasped and I knew she was coming. She turned on her side, toward me, her hand clutching mine as her body writhed in orgasm.

I waited with her, enjoying the experience of watching Emily make herself come, happy that I could be with her as she felt such delectable pleasure. And I found myself fantasizing again about Emily’s daughter, Kathy, wondering whether she had started masturbating yet, and what it might be like to watch her achieve climax. God, how I had come to lust after that little girl, though I’d never yet met her or even seen her.

When Emily was finished, she looked up at me and smiled, then moved my hand down between her legs, rubbing my fingers back and forth through her slit, coating them with her juices. “All right,” she said mischievously, “you can go now. Now that you’ve got something to remember me by.”

We both giggled at her naughtiness. Then I lifted her hand to my mouth and kissed it while at the same time licking her wetness from my own fingers. “Okay, lover,” I said. “I hope you’ll call me again.”

“Oh, I will!” she promised.

By Naughty Mommy

As a high-priced call girl for the last two years, I’ve had plenty of offbeat requests from clients: men who just want you to read to them, or who want you to spank them, or to pee on them — which I refuse to do because it’s disgusting — or to dress up as a nun or a nurse or a teacher or whatever. It’s mostly fine as far as I’m concerned, and just part of the job.

But recently I got involved with the most bizarre and fascinating situation of my career. I got a call from a woman (which itself is more common than you might think) who was looking for something very special. The agency referred her to me because she asked initially for a girl who looks very young. I usually get those clients because I can easily pass for 15 or 16 years old, even though I’m actually 19. So when I spoke to the woman and she asked if I could pretend to be a girl just entering puberty, I figured, sure, no problem.

We made an appointment for 11:00 o’clock one night at her house, and I dressed in clothes suitable for maybe a 6th grader. Luckily I’m petite, just 5’2”, and weigh only 95 pounds. My breasts are tiny, as you might expect, and my thighs and hips quite narrow. I have fair skin with a few freckles and almost no body hair. Even my pubic hair, which I wax completely anyway, is very light. Dress me up just right and you might think I was only 12 or 13 — which apparently was what this kinky woman was looking for.

I arrived at her place and she let me in. She was very attractive, and that was a relief; you never know what to expect, and of course you have to stay in character no matter what the other person looks like. But whenever I get the chance to have sex with a good-looking woman, I always enjoy it more. Truth is, I prefer women, and so when she opened the door and I saw how pretty she was and what a nice figure she had, I was all smiles.

She offered me some wine, which I accepted, and after she poured two glasses we sat down in her living room to get acquainted. Emily is in her early thirties, about 5’5” tall, with a slim figure, pale skin, shoulder-length chestnut brown hair, and beautiful blue eyes. On this night she was wearing a short sleeveless ivory dress, deeply scooped in front. As she sat on the couch, she crossed her legs and I could see plenty of smooth, slender thigh. Her full lips made me want to kiss her immediately, but I waited to find out exactly what she wanted from me and how I could best satisfy her.

We made small talk for a few minutes, as is typical in these situations. First-timers are often reticent, especially when their request is something out of the ordinary. So, after we’d chatted about the weather and I’d complimented her on her lovely home, I decided to move things ahead a bit and asked her if she’d ever been with a woman before.

“No, no, I mean, not really,” she answered, shaking her head. “Well, when I was young, sometimes my girlfriends and I would kind of make out together, but we never actually had sex.”

I nodded. “I think almost all girls go through a phase like that, even if they don’t go all the way.”

“I wish we had gone all the way!” Emily blushed and giggled, seeming then a lot younger than her age. “But, um, no, I’ve never… you’ll… you’ll be my first real, um, female lover, Colette.”

That made me feel good. “I’m glad to be the one. I really am. I’m looking forward to it!”

“Me too,” she said eagerly, before taking a big gulp of her wine. Then she finally got around to telling me just what she had in mind.

Emily said she wanted me to go down the hall into her bedroom, put on a pair of little girl panties and a nightie that were laid out on the bed, and then get under the covers and pretend I was asleep. She would then, I gathered, enter the room after a few minutes and seduce me.

So far, so good. I liked the scenario. Older woman with young girl is quite arousing for me.

When I assumed she was finished telling me the plan, I stood up, expecting her to direct me to her room. But what happened next really surprised me.

“Wait just a minute,” she said. “There’s something else.”

Emily stood up, took my empty wine glass, and walked to the kitchen. She put both glasses on the counter, and then came slowly back into the living room where I was waiting. She seemed nervous.

Uh-oh, I thought, here it comes. She’s going to want something I can’t stand, like peeing or using a strap-on dildo. But that wasn’t it at all.

She looked at me for a moment, searching my eyes as if trying to determine whether she could trust me. I smiled gently and took her hands in mine.

“It’s okay,” I said. “Just tell me what you want.” Standing so close to such a beautiful, desirable woman had lowered my resistance. At this point, I figured, I would do practically anything to get her naked.

“Um, well,” she began, “it’s just… that… we’re not alone.”

Damn! Here I was thinking I’d have her all to myself, but now it looked as though her husband or boyfriend might be part of the deal.

But, no, that wasn’t it either.

“You see, my… my daughter is asleep in her room. So we’ll have to be kind of quiet.”

Oh, was that all? Whew — no problem!

“Of course, I understand completely,” I said. I leaned in and gave her a brief kiss on the lips. Her perfume was intoxicating.

“Oh, I’m glad,” she exhaled, looking relieved.

I smiled and turned toward the hallway, but she grabbed my arm and stopped me.

“What is it?” I asked. “Is something wrong?”

“It’s just…can I ask for one more thing? I mean, um, can I make sort of a special request?”

“Yes,” I assured her, “anything.”

Emily looked down at the floor, blushing. She began to say something once or twice, but faltered. Finally I took her chin in my hand and lifted her face to look at me.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “Whatever you want. All you have to do is tell me.”

She started to look down once more, but I stopped her and leaned in again for a kiss. Her lips were soft and inviting. This time the kiss lasted a little longer.

“Now, what is it you want?” I asked as I tenderly stroked her cheek.

Taking a deep breath, Emily said, “Can you be my, I mean, pretend to, to be my… my daughter? Please?”

What?? That was a surprise! This woman really was kinky, but not quite the way I expected.

Although I was momentarily taken aback, the idea was not at all unappealing to me. In fact, I liked it very much.

“Of course,” I said. “Anything you want I’m happy to do. Are you — do you want me to use her name?”

“Um, yes, I would like that. Her name… is Kathy.”

“Okay, and how old is Kathy?”

“She’s 11, almost 12.”

Holy shit, I’m going to role-play incest and pedophilia with this little girl’s mother. I love it!

I gave Emily a big smile. “That sounds like fun,” I said, and I meant it.

She leaned in to me, resting her forehead on my shoulder, and heaved a big sigh. “I was so afraid you wouldn’t understand, or you’d be disgusted or angry or something.”

I gently stroked her warm back. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath her dress. “No, it’s fine. Whatever makes you happy. That’s what I’m here for.”

For a moment it seemed as if she was going to cry. She hugged me, holding me tight.

“Thank you, thank you,” Emily whispered in my ear. Then she pulled away and looked straight at me. “I really am excited about this. You can’t imagine how long I’ve been planning it. So, please, do your best to act just like an 11-year-old, okay?”

I nodded reassuringly. “I will, I promise.”

“I mean, you know, like a naughty little girl who enjoys having lesbian sex with her mother!” Saying that made her laugh and she actually did wipe some tears away before kissing me again and continuing. “Now, my room is at the end of the hallway. You’ll pass two doors on the right. The first one is Kathy’s room — remember, be quiet — and the second is the bathroom. But go to the end, and in my room you’ll find the clothes on the bed. The lamp on the bedside table is on so it won’t be dark. And I’ll come in after about ten minutes or so, all right?”

“Sure,” I said, “perfect.”

I walked silently down the hall and into Emily’s room. I wondered for a moment what her little girl looked like. God, she was only 11! Was she short or tall? Was she thin, or did he still have some baby fat? Was she a blonde, like me, or a brunette, like her mother? Thinking about the girl that way really turned me on.

On the bed, as Emily had promised, was a cute little pair of white cotton panties and a soft yellow nightgown with cartoon puppies on it. Imagining Kathy in these things made my pussy tingle. I reached under my pleated skirt and between my legs. My panties were soaked. When I caressed myself just briefly I shuddered with excitement.  I knew I could come within minutes, but there wasn’t time for that now.

I quickly stripped out of my knit top — I wasn’t wearing a bra — took off my tennis shoes and ankle socks, stepped out of the skirt and panties and I was naked. As I looked at the darling little nightie on the bed and thought about Kathy asleep in her room just down the hall, I just had to touch myself again. My smooth hairless cunt was slick with lubrication. I slid a finger inside, moaning out loud in spite of myself, and then removed the finger and brought it to my mouth. I tasted my juices, which I loved.

I stopped and shook my head, trying to break the spell of my erotic self-arousal. Come on, girl, focus on the job! Then I picked up the white panties on the bed. I wondered if they were clean or if Emily had provided me a pair that Kathy had just worn… I sniffed the crotch, hoping to detect the scent of little girl pussy, but I couldn’t be sure. So I slipped on the panties, pulled the nightie over my head, and climbed into bed.

Okay, I’m supposed to be asleep. I’m supposed to be an innocent (or at least, mostly innocent) 11-year-old girl — not a perverted 19-year-old who’s getting off while picturing that little girl.

Concentrate. Get into the role. Remember being young like that and being curious about sex. Remember playing with other little girls and kissing them. Remember always being the one who wanted more, who could never get enough kissing, who didn’t want to end the game, who needed so badly to hold them and touch their soft skin, and —

Wait, this wasn’t helping. Or…

Or maybe it was. Is it possible that little Kathy might have some of those same desires? Her mother, Emily, after all, is apparently a lesbian, or at least bisexual. So perhaps Kathy does think about such things. And she’s old enough now, at 11, that she could easily have started masturbating (I started even earlier), and maybe her fantasies are a bit like mine were at that age.

So, as I try to pretend I’m drifting off into sleep, I’ll put myself in Kathy’s place, and I’ll think about the other pretty little girls she might play with, and the kissing games they might have. And I’ll go further than that. I’ll imagine that she might sometimes think about her mother, about Emily’s softly rounded breasts, and her smooth thighs, and her mouth, her lips, her nipples, her cunt —

Suddenly the door opened. It creaked a little and I realized that Emily had come into the room. I hoped I hadn’t messed things up by fantasizing the way I was. My pussy was soaking wet and my nipples were hard (I’d been fondling them) and although I was laying quietly under the covers and my eyes were closed, I was far from being asleep.

I waited, trying to breathe steadily, to calm myself. This was such an exciting idea that Emily had come up with! But I lay there as still as I could and tried to focus on being a sweet, innocent 11-year-old girl. With naughty desires, of course.

It sounded like Emily was taking off her dress. Then I felt the mattress move and she slid in next to me under the covers.

My heart pounded with excitement. What should I do? Pretend I was still asleep? Wake up and throw myself at her? I waited to see what she would do next.

I was on my side with my back to her. Emily was still for a moment, but I could feel her warmth, close to me. Then she shifted and her body was next to mine. Her breasts pressed into my back. Her lips were at my ear, her warm breath caressing my neck. One hand reached down and gently stroked my bare leg. I waited, pretending to be deeply asleep.

She moved in closer. Her tongue was on my cheek, in my ear, on my throat, her lips nibbling at me. The hand on my knee moved up and slid between my thighs, gently pulling them apart. Her other hand slithered under my neck and down over my chest, seeking my small breasts.

I play-acted blinking awake, and whispered in my best little girl voice, “Mommy?”

“Kathy…” Emily replied huskily, “I want you. I need you.”

With surprising strength, she pulled me onto her. I ended up on my back, facing away, but lying on top of her. She grunted and moaned heavily as one hand clasped at my crotch and the other moved over my chest, finding and squeezing my erect nipples through the nightie.

“Kathy,” she said again, “I want you!”

“Mommy, I…”

“Hush! Just — just do what Mommy says.”

“Yes, Mommy…”

She was kissing my neck. Her mouth was wet, her breath hot. It was extremely exciting. She forced me slightly to the side and grabbed one of my small hands, pulling it down to her pussy. She was naked. Her pubic hair was trimmed, but not fully shaved. Her crotch was hot and moist.

Emily slipped one hand inside my (or Kathy’s) panties and stroked my pussy lips. I was very wet and I’m sure she was happy to feel that I was completely smooth.

“Kathy, just do what Mommy does. Feel how I’m touching you, and then you touch me the same way, okay?”

“Okay, Mommy.”

She held my hand in hers and rubbed it up and down over her sex. I tried to remain passive — as I expected the real Kathy would do — even though what I wanted was to push my fingers up inside this sexy woman’s cunt and fuck her until she came. But there would be plenty of time for that.

“Does that feel good, honey? Do you like how Mommy’s touching you?” She moved her hand slowly down between my legs, almost to my anus, then slid it back up, letting her two middle fingers ever so slightly begin to part my labia and find my sex.

“Mmm…” I didn’t have to feign arousal. “I like that.”

“You like that, baby? You like having Mommy touch you down there?” Her voice trembled with excitement.

“Uh-huh, it feels nice, Mommy.”

“Now you do what Mommy’s doing, okay?”

Again her hand slid down over my pussy lips, pressing slightly harder this time, spreading them apart, and as she brought her hand back up her fingertips brushed against the opening to my vagina. I shuddered involuntarily and spread my legs wide apart, making myself available to her. Her hand continued the motion, pressing down, then pulling up, and each time her fingers went in a little deeper.

“Oh, Mommy, what are you…”

“Hush now. Just do what I’m doing. You do the same thing to me. Come on, baby.”

Emily’s hand that was covering mine pushed down again into her crotch, and my fingers moved between her slippery lips. She was just as wet as I was.

“Oh, yeah, that’s right, touch Mommy right there. Uh-huh. That’s my good little girl.”

Then I felt one finger dipping inside me. I groaned with pleasure.

“Do you like that, little girl? Does Kathy like having Mommy’s finger inside her pussy?”

“Oh, yes, Mommy! I like it!”

“Now you put your finger inside Mommy too, okay?”

I extended my middle finger and expertly slid it into Emily’s cunt. Having penetrated dozens of women this way, I knew exactly how to give the maximum satisfaction.

“Oh!!” She cried out so loud I was afraid it would wake the real Kathy. But Emily was so wrapped up in the moment I don’t think that possibility even occurred to her. “Yes! Oh, baby, fuck me! Fuck Mommy’s pussy!”

I fucked her, first with one finger, and then two, and let my thumb slide up to tickle her clitoris.

“Uh-huh! That’s right! Fuck me, baby! Fuck Mommy’s pussy! Fuck me hard, little girl! Fuck me and make me come!”

“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy…” I whispered hotly in her ear. “I’m fucking you with my fingers, Mommy. I’m fucking you!”

By this time, unfortunately, Emily had mostly forgotten the hand she’d left between my legs. She had a finger inside me, but she wasn’t stroking or caressing, just gripping my cunt, hard. It hurt a little bit, but I didn’t mind. I knew I would get my own release later, and first I just wanted to give this sexy perverted lesbian the best orgasm I possibly could. I fucked her hot wet cunt with my fingers and rubbed her clit with my thumb.

“Mommy, Mommy, I’m fucking you! I’m fucking you!”

Emily came, then, quickly, and loudly. I tried to put my other hand over her mouth to keep her quiet, and at least partially succeeded. But her orgasm was really intense and it went on for a long time. I could feel the walls of her vagina clamping down on my fingers in rhythmic contractions. I reached for and found her G-spot, making her climax last even longer.

Although I was sure this woman had been getting herself off regularly, it was obvious that fulfilling her long-held fantasy of having another woman bring her to orgasm — while pretending that her lover was her little girl! — was every bit as satisfying as she might have hoped.

Continue on to Part Two

By Naughty Mommy

As soon as I closed my bedroom door behind us, I took my mother in my arms and kissed her, pressing my tongue into her mouth. She received my kiss and returned it, hungrily, greedily. Her arms went around me, hands grasping and groping. She kissed me so hard it almost bruised my lips. My mother wanted me very badly.

Finally breaking the kiss, I paused, panting, wiping my mouth. I looked at her and said, “I want to undress you.”

Her eyes went wide. It was unusual for me to take charge this way. But I think she liked it.

I was wearing shorts and undies and a t-shirt. She was in a loose-fitting yellow and white dress that buttoned up the front and had a fabric belt at the waist.

“First I’m going to get myself naked,” I told her, “and then after that I’m going to take off all your clothes and look at your beautiful body.”

She shivered, her hand going to her breast. “God, Julie…”

And then, briefly, she reverted to Responsible Mom. “But remember, this is a school night, so I can’t let you stay up too late.”

“I know,” I grinned, “we won’t. But I just want to play with you for a little while.”

She leered at me. “Darling girl, you can do anything you want.”

I wasn’t sure she meant that entirely. No matter how overcome with passion she was, I figured she still would be able to draw the line at a point she decided was far enough. And I wasn’t going to push her on it. Whatever would finally happen between us would happen when the time was right for it.

But tonight I did want to have some sexy fun with her.

Leaving the overhead light on so we would be able to see each other’s bodies very clearly, I unsnapped and unzipped my tight denim shorts, then pulled them slowly down my legs. My mother massaged her breasts through her dress as she watched.

I turned around, facing away from her, and drew my t-shirt up, gradually revealing my back. I lifted the shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor. Still facing away, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my bikini panties and began shimmying them down over my hips. I heard my mom gasp as my bottom came into view.

This was the second time I had stripped for her. I loved the feeling it gave me. When my panties were off, I turned around and held my hands out, displaying my nakedness. Her eyes ran up and down my body, taking it all in.

I said, “Now it’s your turn, Mother. I’m going to take off your clothes.”

She took a deep breath, letting her hands fall to her sides. I stepped closer to her and undid the first button at the top of her dress. She was breathing heavily.

Lifting my face to hers, I opened my mouth and brought my lips — no, not quite — the instant before my lips touched hers, I stopped and pulled away. I heard her moan. It was exciting to seduce her like this!

I continued opening the buttons on her dress, revealing a white bra beneath. When I reached her waist, I undid the fabric belt. I finished with the rest of the buttons and her dress was open all the way.

I put my hands inside the dress, on her hips, and slowly slid them up, feeling the curve of her body from her waist to her chest. She was trembling. Looking into her eyes, I brought my lips to hers again.

At 12 years old, I was still only about 5’2”. My mom was six inches taller than me, so to kiss her that way, I had to stand on my toes and pull her face down to mine. But I was discovering something.

I was beginning to realize that even though I was so much younger and smaller than my mother, she had such a fierce desire for me that it made us equals in a way. And not only her. I was starting to see that my young body was very attractive to women (to some women, anyway) and it gave me a special kind of power. I would never use that power to harm anyone or do something wrong, but just knowing I had it was incredibly liberating. It made me feel grownup and strong. I could do anything.

Tonight what I wanted to do was see my mother naked. And touch her.

We kissed. I felt her breath, hot and shallow and sharp. She was panting in my mouth. Her face was shiny with perspiration, though it wasn’t hot in the room. She was like an animal in heat. As we finished the kiss, I stripped the dress off of her and carelessly tossed it over a chair.

Reaching behind her back, I undid her bra. I pulled the straps from her shoulders and down her arms, allowing the bra to drop to the floor. Her breasts were bare and so enticing. I put my hands over them. Her erect nipples pressed into my palms.

As she had done with me the night before in my bed, I let my fingers begin tickling and teasing her nipples, making them even harder and longer. She moaned and started to raise her hands to touch me too, but I stopped her, saying, “No, not yet. Just let me play with you a little bit first.”

That seemed to drive my mom even crazier. I could see her gritting her teeth as she struggled to restrain herself while I toyed with her stiff brown nipples. When it seemed she was nearly ready to explode from frustration, I chuckled and then moved my hands slowly down to her hips, grasping her white panties and tugging them down. A moment later, she was naked.

I stood back, admiring her. “You are just so beautiful,” I told her. “I love looking at you.”

And then — I could scarcely believe what I said right after that. It just came out. I was on a high with my newfound sexual assertiveness, and it was taking me to places I’d never been before.

“Mommy, look at me, look at my body. Look at it. And now look at yours. Look at how different they are.”

My mother frowned, but she did as I asked, looking down at her own body and comparing it to mine.

“I’m so much younger than you are,” I continued, “I’m still a child in many ways. But Mommy, I have the desires of a woman, and, um, I have desires for women too.”

I took a step closer to her. “Look at my breasts, my tiny titties. You can hardly call them breasts, really, they’re so small.”

I held my tits, cupping them in my hands. Or I tried to, anyway. There wasn’t very much to cup. I looked into her eyes and then I looked down at her breasts. The implication was clear: next to yours, mine are nothing.

Turning to the side, I said, “Look how thin I am. I have almost no hips. My bottom is nearly flat, like my chest. And look at your body. You’re not fat at all, but you have all those curves, you’re full and round in certain places, like a woman. But I’m not. I’m still a girl.”

The words flowed out of me. I had no idea where they were coming from. I suppose I’d been thinking about these things, maybe only subconsciously, and now something had triggered them into my awareness.

“Look at my pussy, Mommy. Look at it. Can you see how it looks compared to yours? You trim your pubic hair, but I don’t, because I don’t have to. I hardly have any.”

“Julie…” she began.

“No, don’t say anything yet. Let me keep going.” I took a deep breath. My head was spinning, but I went on talking. “I hardly have any pussy hair, because I’m so young. It’s just barely begun to grow. I’m still a girl, but like I said, I have the sexual feelings of a woman.”

Now I moved closer to her again. I held my breasts in my hands, pinching my nipples, as I looked into her eyes. “I like women. I like girls. I want to have sex with them. I’m a lesbian, Mommy.”

I put one hand out and touched her arm. “I like the way women look. I like touching them.” I slid my hand slowly up to her shoulder, then to her neck.

“I like looking at women, at their bodies, at their faces… at their breasts.” I put both hands on her tits, gently squeezing them. “I love looking at women’s tits. I love touching them. I love their nipples.”

Bending down, I kissed one of her hard nipples, then moved to the other. I heard my mother gasp as my tongue came out and lapped over the tip of her straining nipple. I wanted to suck it then, but I didn’t.

Instead I asked, “What would you do, Mommy, if Kate came into my room now and found us together like this? She does, you know. She comes in here sometimes at night and we masturbate together.”

Her eyes went wide.

What I’d said wasn’t quite true, of course. My sister and I had masturbated together, but in her bed, not in mine. Still, I thought it worked well for what I was up to.

“She could walk in that door right now and see us, see me touching you, kissing your nipples.” I kissed each of them one more time. “Would you want Kate to join us? Would you want her to kiss your nipples too?”

My mother was trembling again.

“Don’t you think Katie is hot? She really is just a little girl, only 10 years old, two years younger than I am. But you want her, don’t you?”

“Oh god, so much, I —”

Suddenly she couldn’t restrain herself any longer. She grabbed me and pulled my face against her breasts, squeezing me tightly and kissing the top of my head.

My face was wedged between her breasts, so I couldn’t kiss her nipples. But I was able to say, “You like little girls, don’t you, Mommy? Your own daughters… and it’s okay because we want you. We really do. We both want to have sex with you.”

“Oh, Julie!!” She lifted my face to hers and kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth.

In a moment we fell onto the bed. We clutched at each other, desperately, lustfully, still kissing wetly. My mom rolled on top of me, her thighs surrounding one of mine. She began humping me, rubbing her hot pussy on my leg. Once released, her passion was overpowering.

Reaching an arm under me, she pulled my other leg up until my foot was near my shoulder. Now she was thrusting her cunt hard against my hip, and her upper thigh was pressing into my crotch. She stared into my eyes, her face reddened, shiny with sweat, as she fucked me. I thought to myself, if what we’re doing here still isn’t having sex all the way, I can’t wait until we do!

My mother was humping me fast, and I could see that she was already getting very close to an orgasm. I didn’t think I would be able to come like that, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to watch my mom, watch her giving herself to me, bringing herself that way.

She kept staring at my face, an almost crazed look in her eyes as she moved faster and faster against me. Her breath was coming sharp and quick. Her eyes widened as her climax approached. “Julie,” she gasped, “I’m gonna — come — on — YOU!!!”

And then she did. My mom ground her cunt into my hip, shuddering and straining with each spasm of her climax. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!!” she cried, still holding one of my legs up very high. Her thigh pressed into my wet pussy. Her face was contorted with passion.

Something happened.

I had a sudden vision of people watching, of an audience gathered around my bed, staring at the sight of a mother fucking her 12-year-old daughter. The light in the room became much brighter in my vision, as if we were in a spotlight on the center of a stage. Standing close around us were maybe twenty naked women and girls, many of them mothers with their daughters. A few of the girls were very young, only 6 or 7 years old. The audience was highly aroused by what we were doing. Most of the women and many of the girls, even the little ones, masturbated as they watched us.

“Goddamn that’s good!” said my mother as she finished coming.

The bizarre illusion ended suddenly, as quickly as it had begun. The audience vanished. I shook my head, startled to have had such a clear erotic vision that seemed to come out of nowhere.

“Oh my god, Julie, sometimes you get me so hot.” She was panting on top of me.

But I wasn’t done with her yet. I decided to put off thinking about what I had just imagined until later, because right now I wanted to focus on my mom, on exciting her even further.

“Mommy,” I said, “wouldn’t you like to fuck Kate the way you just fucked me? Wouldn’t you like to look at her naked body, hold her legs apart, and rub yourself on her?”

My mother raised herself up, staring at me, her eyes wide. She had never heard me talk this way before. But she also began moving her groin against me again, fast and hard. She definitely wanted more.

“Kate…”

“Kate is so cute, isn’t she?” I prompted. “And don’t you love her body? Her legs are so long and slim, and she has the cutest little titties. She’s just a girl, only 10 years old, but what a sexy girl she is. I’d sure like to watch you fuck her, Mommy.”

“…watch me fucking Kate…”

“Pretend I’m Kate, Mommy. Pretend you’re fucking her and I’m watching you. She’s only 10 years old, she’s your daughter, and you’re rubbing your hot wet pussy on her body. You want to have an orgasm on her. And I’m watching you. I’m looking at you.”

“Watch me… watch me, Julie, while I fuck your sister…”

She was moving very rapidly against me now, already getting close to another climax.

“I want to see you naked with Katie, rubbing yourself all over her, coming on her.”

“Oh god yes, I want to fuck her so bad…”

“You love fucking little girls, don’t you, Mommy, fucking your own daughters!”

“Little girls, I love to fuck little girls…” She humped my leg harder and faster, harder and faster.

“Come for me,” I urged, “come for me while you’re fucking Kate!”

She did, and her second orgasm was even stronger than her first.

My mother cried out, shaking, as wave after wave of climactic passion surged through her. She fell onto me, releasing the leg she’d been holding, wrapping both arms around me, grabbing me, hugging me, squeezing me, pressing her naked body tightly against mine. I could feel hot liquids flowing from her cunt onto my thigh and dripping onto my bed. She shuddered, grunting and groaning, kissing my neck. My arms were around her, holding her close, my hands rubbing her warm skin as she finished her sexual climax on top of me.

We lay like that for several minutes, her spasms slowly ebbing, her breathing gradually returning to normal. We were both hot and perspiring. She kissed my neck a few more times and I kissed hers, tasting salty sweat.

When I sensed that my mom was almost ready to get up and return to her room, telling me it was time to go to sleep, I wrapped my arm around her neck, whispering into her ear, “Mommy, I want you to come one more time. I want to watch you come right in front of my face. Get on top of me, Mommy, and masturbate for me, right in front of my mouth.”

“Julie—” she began.

“Mommy, please. I want to see you come. Just one more time, that’s all.”

She paused, her breath coming faster again. It was obvious that my aggressive style on this night was really arousing her. I could tell that my mother was trying to decide, but I knew in advance what her answer would be.

Licking her lips, she said, “Okay, but just once more.”

I waited as she climbed on top of me. The overhead light was still on. It was bright in the room, though not as bright as it had been in my strange vision. But I could see everything very clearly. This was a different experience. Usually when we had sex like this it was in the dark or with only a small lamp on, but tonight I could see her, see everything, up close and brightly lit. I loved it.

She positioned herself over my face, her knees on either side of my head. Just before she began to masturbate, I said, “Mommy?”

“What, honey?”

“I want you to pretend I’m Molly.”

“You —”

“Pretend I’m Molly, 8-year-old Molly, and I’m naked. You’re in my bed and your pussy is right over my mouth and you’re going to make yourself come in front of me.”

“Molly…”

She started rubbing her clit.

“That’s right,” I said, “I’m your little baby girl, your youngest daughter, and I’m looking up at your pussy while your touch yourself. I can see you, I can smell you, I can watch while you fuck your pussy with your fingers.”

My mother pulled her lips apart, opening herself to me, and then as I watched she slid two fingers up inside her wet pink vagina.

“Fuck yourself, Mommy. Fuck yourself right in front of Molly’s face.”

She closed her eyes and licked her lips again. Then I heard her whisper, “Molly…”

The two fingers inside pressed deep. She jiggled her hand, trying to force her fingers in even further. I realize now that she was reaching for her g-spot, although of course I didn’t know about it then.

As I watched, she began rubbing her clit with her other hand. Her eyes were still closed.

“That’s right, Mommy,” I whispered. “I want to watch you come. Play with your pretty pussy and come for your little girl. Come for Molly.”

She sighed, increasing the urgency of her clitoral stimulation. The two fingers inside her began moving in and out. She was fucking herself.

It was intoxicating to be so close to my mother that way, to have her naked cunt in front of me, open to me. I could smell her arousal, I could see her juices oozing out between her fingers, and… and dripping. Yes, she was dripping. As I watched, a drop formed and fell from her finger onto my chin. Another one formed, and this time, I opened my mouth wide, letting the drop fall onto my tongue.

She was fucking herself faster now, and I could tell by the rhythm of her breathing that her climax was approaching.

“Come for Molly,” I urged, “come in Molly’s face.”

I wanted to watch my mother come, but I also wanted to do more with her, much more. I wanted to put my mouth on her cunt and fuck her with my tongue and suck her clit and have sex with her. I wanted to do everything with her.

But I was willing to wait. I knew it would happen someday, probably very soon. I was certain of it now.

If I wanted to, I realized, I could make my mom do just about anything. I was like that girl in the book I’d heard about, Lolita. I had that kind of power. But I wasn’t going to force it. I wouldn’t make her do something she didn’t want to do. When it happened — and it would happen — it would be her decision. She would be ready, she would want it, and then she would make love with me. And I would make love with her.

But right now she was coming, in front of my face. Almost on my face. Her fingers flew in and out of her, pumping, ramming, jamming, slamming. “Fuck!” she cried loudly.

Droplets of pussy juice rained onto my face. She wasn’t spraying me the way Kim had, but she was so wet that it was everywhere, all over me. I licked my lips, tasting her.

“Goddamn!” she cried again, still fucking herself hard and fast. Then, as her climax reached its peak, she threw her head back, arching her spine, and I heard her gasp, “Molly!”

I waited, watching her finish, watching her body shiver with each receding spasm. More drops fell from her wet fingers onto my chin and onto my tongue.

Finally, after a long interval, my mother brought her head forward again and she looked down at me, her eyes wide. “Oh my god, that was so fucking hot.”

I smiled at her and she smiled back. She drew her fingers out of herself and raised them to her mouth, sucking on them, closing her eyes as she savored the flavor of her cunt.

Still feeling bold and assertive, almost triumphant by this point, I waited until she’d opened her eyes, and then I requested one more thing. “Mommy, I want to kiss you there, on your pussy.”

She took a deep breath and licked her lips. A shudder passed through her. A moment’s hesitation, and then she nodded, “All right.”

I raised my head from the bed, bringing my lips to her cunt. When I’d kissed her there the first time, a few nights earlier in her bed, I had kissed her clit. But this time I put my mouth right up to her vagina and kissed her there. As before, I didn’t open my mouth, I didn’t lick her, I just kissed her. But what a delicious kiss it was!

Mommy gasped when she felt my lips touching her. I held the kiss only for a second or two, breathing deeply, inhaling her erotic musky scent, and then drew my face away. I licked my lips. They were slick with her juices.

My mother shuddered again as she looked down at me, watching me lick my lips. She raised a hand to her breast, caressing herself. We smiled at each other, and I felt how much she loved me, how much in love — and in lust — we were.

For several moments we remained in that position, just gazing into each other’s eyes.

Finally, after a glance at the clock, my mom sighed and whispered, “Darling girl, it’s almost 11:00. You really need to get some sleep.”

I nodded.

She climbed off of me and gathered up her clothes from where we’d left them. Then she knelt beside my bed. I had turned on my side and pulled the covers up around me. She brushed some hair back from my cheek and kissed me softly.

“I love you so much, Julie.”

“I love you too, Mommy.”

And she left the room.

Continue on to Chapter 29

By Naughty Mommy

I awoke the next morning in my mother’s bed, for the second day in a row. I stretched dreamily, grinning as I thought to myself, I could get used to this.

My mother wasn’t in bed with me and I couldn’t hear anything in her bathroom, so I didn’t think she was there either.

I looked at the clock. It was 10:45, much later than I usually got up.

I stretched once more, thinking that I needed to put my clothes on and go downstairs. Well, first I needed to find my pajamas and put them on, then walk to my room, and then put on some clothes and go downstairs.

That made me smile again, thinking that I was not in my own room. I was in my mother’s room, in her bed, and I was there because she had wanted to sleep with me. She had wanted me to be close to her and to make love — well, almost to make love with her, anyway — very very nearly, about as close as you could get without actually doing it.

I remembered all the things we had done the night before, how she had asked me to lay on top of her in a ‘69’ position, how we had watched each other masturbate, how she’d held her wet vagina open for me so I could see it and then let me lick her fingers, and then how she had said she wanted to kiss my pussy, and she did it! And she let me kiss hers too!!

By then I was masturbating. I hadn’t planned to. I hadn’t even consciously thought about it, but as I recalled the exciting events of the previous night, my fingers just automatically started moving between my legs, and pretty soon I was climaxing.

I came hard, my hands clutching at my young sex, groaning and sweating and panting. But once wasn’t enough. I made myself come again, and then again after that, not satisfied until I’d had three orgasms that morning in my mother’s bed.

When I finally got up and made my way back to my room, still reeling a bit from the delirium of my climaxes, I thought to myself, my god, Julie, you really are insatiable. Mommy says that’s okay, though. I sure hope she’s right.

* * *

That evening, Kate and Molly were playing in Molly’s room and I was helping my mother clean up the dinner dishes.

“Mommy?” I asked.

“Yes, honey?”

“You won’t forget what I told you about Katie, will you? About playing our game?”

She chuckled. “No, sweetheart, I promise I won’t forget about that. I’ve been thinking about it a lot today. And as soon as I decide what to do, I’ll be sure to let you know.”

“Okay.”

* * *

A few nights later, I was just coming out of my bathroom after brushing my teeth when I heard a knock on my door.

“Julie?”

It was a little after 9:00 on Wednesday. I was almost ready for bed, wearing boxer shorts and a loose tank top. I had socks on too, to keep my feet warm.

“Come in, Mommy.”

She opened the door and stepped inside. Instead of her familiar perfume, I smelled soap and body lotion. Her hair was a bit wet on the ends, too, meaning she probably had just finished taking a bath.

“Can I talk to you for a few minutes?”

“Sure,” I smiled. I sat down on the bed, leaning against the wall, waiting to see what she wanted to talk about. I also hoped, of course, that we might do more than just talk.

My mother paced slowly across the room, a look of concentration on her face. “As you know, I’ve been giving a lot of thought to what you and I discussed the other night. About Kate, and including her in our game.”

“Uh-huh.”

She was wearing a lovely silk robe, dark blue with a paisley pattern, that came to about mid-thigh. She was barefoot. I couldn’t help admiring how beautiful she was, even while I tried to focus on what she was saying.

“You made a good point,” she continued, “about Kate being almost as old as you were when, uh, when we began doing it that first night with Karen. She’s 10 and a half now, and you were almost 11, although she does seem to be growing up in some ways perhaps a little more quickly than you did.”

That was true. I thought about how Kate’s boobs were already as big as mine, even though I was almost two years older. Sometimes that made me envy her, but on the other hand it also made me want to have sex with her!

“She’s mature for her age, emotionally, and more worldly than you are, I think. And you mentioned that she has a strong interest in girls, so that’s a good fit.”

I could see the wheels turning in her head. I could also see her braless breasts swaying under the thin robe.

“I really can’t see any reason why I shouldn’t allow Kate to be included, except for the fact that it might increase the possibility of someone finding out. Because, of course, the more people who know about something, the harder it is to keep it a secret.”

My mom kept pacing the room and deliberating, talking more to herself than to me, it seemed. But if it helped to clarify her thoughts by using me as an audience, I was happy to play that role.

“Certainly I can’t deny that for me, personally, there is a lot of appeal in the idea. It’s intriguing. No, more than that, it’s stimulating.” I saw her beginning to smile for the first time since she’d come in.

She stopped then and turned to face me. “What do you think?”

I shrugged and grinned. “You know what I want. I think it would be great.”

“So do I,” she nodded, looking very pleased. “So do I.”

She came over and sat down beside me. We ended up with our feet dangling off the side of the bed as we leaned against the wall together, shoulder to shoulder. As she settled in, her short robe came partway open, revealing her legs. They glowed, freshly shaved and lotioned.

My mother took my hand and held it. She was smiling brightly, apparently quite satisfied with the conversation we’d had, or that she’d had with herself.

I couldn’t stop looking at her legs. They were so perfect, so long and beautifully shaped. Next to hers, my legs looked skinny and girlish. But she always told me how nice they were, how much she liked them, and other women had said the same thing, so maybe they weren’t that bad.

We sat that way for a few minutes, not saying much, just enjoying each other’s company, until she sighed, “Okay, well, I really should let you get to bed now. But thanks for letting me talk with you about all this.”

“Of course,” I smiled.

She took my chin in her hand, kissed me softly on the lips, and then got up from my bed and went to the door. “Goodnight, baby girl.”

“Goodnight, Mommy.”

* * *

Two minutes later she was back. I had barely had time to get into bed and pick up the mystery novel I was reading when the door opened again.

My mother stepped just inside, shut the door behind her, and looked at me. As I watched, she untied the robe and let it fall away. She was naked.

“How’s your book?” she chuckled.

I smiled at her. Then I quickly pulled my tank top over my head, tossing both it and the paperback novel onto the floor. “What book?”

She rushed to the bed and fell into my arms.

Once again, my mother and I didn’t quite make love, but it sure did seem to me that we were moving closer to it. We kissed a lot and we touched each other almost all over, our hands going everywhere including breasts and nipples, but stopping just short of sliding down between the legs.

We each had powerful orgasms, masturbating face to face, and when we finished, we held each other, pressing our warm naked bodies together… and that led to more kissing, more touching, more hot passion.

After only about 45 minutes, though, my mother somehow found the will to pull herself away. It was almost 10:30 by then, and it was a school night. She knew I needed to get to sleep soon.

“Okay, baby,” she said, sitting up in bed, “that’s enough for tonight. I’m sorry I kept you up so late. I shouldn’t do that. I’m a very bad mommy.”

“That’s not true,” I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around her and squeezing tightly. “You’re the best mother anyone ever had!”

“All right now, come on, darling,” she soothed, as she gently caressed my back, “time for sleep.”

Finally I let her go and laid down in my bed, pulling the sheets up to just above my breasts. I was naked, having lost the boxer shorts and socks some time earlier.

My mom looked at me for a moment, then leaned down and kissed my lips, very softly. As she did, her fingers trailed down beneath the sheets to find my nipples, both of them, and she tickled them, making them instantly erect.

She smiled at me, enjoying the reaction of my body to her touch. Then she dipped her head for a brief kiss on the tip of each nipple, and just when I thought she was done and would leave the room, my mother pushed the sheets all the way down, exposing my vulva, and kissed me there. It was a warm, loving kiss, with her lips closed, but enough to excite me tremendously.

“Oh, Mommy!” I moaned.

She stood up from the bed, breathing hard. “I’m sorry, lover,” she smiled, “it’s just so hard for me to resist you sometimes.”

One hand was at her breast, squeezing her nipple. With the other, she blew me a kiss, and said, “Try to get to sleep, angel. I’m going to my own room now, and, well, I’ll try to go to sleep too, after a while.”

She winked and I knew what she meant, of course. Then she picked up her robe from the floor and was gone.

I did get to sleep eventually, but not right away. My pussy was so hot and wet after my mother left the room, it was almost screaming to be touched.

I masturbated while lying on my back and came very quickly. Then I turned over onto my stomach and masturbated again, this time humping my hands as I imagined being on top of my mom and fucking her cunt with my cunt. I was so full of sexual energy that night that it took numerous climaxes until finally I was worn out enough to fall asleep.

* * *

Something had changed.

The next morning when I went down for breakfast at 7:30, feeling a little groggy from a lack of sleep the night before, I found my mother buzzing around the kitchen, showing even more than her usual high amounts of energy and cheerfulness.

“Julie, darling!” she cried, sweeping me into her arms for a huge hug and a kiss. My sisters were already up, both sitting at the table eating hot oatmeal. Kate gave me a look, rolling her eyes as if to ask, ‘What’s gotten into her today?’

I couldn’t tell Kate, of course, that Mommy’s extra upbeat attitude likely had something to do with the conversation she’d had with me the night before, when she seemed to have convinced herself that she should allow Kate to join our wild lesbian adventures. So I just played along as if I had no idea why our mother was acting more bubbly than ever.

Later that day, it was even more apparent that something had changed with my mom.

When she came home from work, she couldn’t stop hanging all over us, me and Kate and Molly too. She kept hugging us and kissing us, telling us how wonderful we were and how much she loved us.

After dinner, while Kate and I were sitting on the sofa watching TV, and Molly was on the floor building something with Legos, Mommy came into the room behind us. She leaned over the back of the sofa and grabbed Kate, squeezing her, almost falling on top of her.

“Mom,” laughed Kate, “what is with you tonight?”

Our mother kept kissing Kate’s cheeks. “I can’t help it, darling,” she said, “you girls are so scrumptious, I just have to touch you and kiss you!”

“Yeah, but why so much more now than usual?” Kate persisted. “I mean, I don’t mind. I sort of like it, but what the heck is up?”

“Well, if you must know…” She stood up, straightening her clothes and brushing her hair back from her face, smiling broadly. “It looks like all the extra hours I’ve been putting in on this big case are getting ready to pay off. Tomorrow, I’m hoping, we’ll get the final word, and then, well, if it turns out like I expect, let’s just say the settlement could mean very good things for all of us. Not to mention for our client.”

“Mommy, that’s wonderful,” I told her.

At the same time, though, I was thinking to myself it was only part of the explanation. I was still pretty sure that her decision to include Kate in our ‘game’ was an even bigger reason for her super-demonstrative affection.

Two hours later, after Molly had been in bed for a while and Kate had just gone up to her room, my mother sat down next to me on the couch, resting her hand on my thigh. It looked as if she had something she wanted to say, so I put the TV on mute (I wasn’t paying much attention to the show, anyway), and waited for her to begin.

She had continued showing a great deal of excitement that night, constantly coming up to each of her daughters and hugging us and kissing us. Several times as she bent down to grab and tickle Molly, or leaned over on the sofa to squeeze Kate, I got a nice look at her gorgeous legs when her loose knee-length dress rode up. Of course, I had seen my mom completely naked plenty of times by then, but I still got a thrill from seeing her legs — and sometimes her white panties — revealed to me that way.

“Do you want to finish watching your show?” she asked.

“Nope,” I said as I switched the TV all the way off, “I don’t care about it.”

She took my hand in hers, smiling happily. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

She glanced upstairs and seemed to be listening for a moment, perhaps wanting to be certain that Kate was in her room for good and wouldn’t be coming down any more that night.

Then she continued, speaking quietly but urgently, “I wanted to ask you again about your sister, to see if you’re really sure she’s ready, completely ready, to start doing some of the things you’ve been doing with me.”

“You mean playing our game?”

“Yes, that and… you know, like the way I’ll come into your room and get in bed with you sometimes, and what we do then. Do you think she’d be ready for that too?”

I looked into my mother’s eyes. She was totally keyed up, shimmering with anticipation. I decided to play with her a little bit.

“So, have you been thinking about this a lot?” I smiled.

“Mm-hmm,” she nodded.

I put my hand on her arm, gently caressing her. “Tell me what you’ve been thinking about.”

A tremor rippled through her. It was amazing to see this normally collected, self-possessed woman so nearly out-of-control with incestuous lust.

“You want me… to tell you…”

“Yes, I want to know what you’ve been thinking about. Tell me everything you’d like to do with Kate.”

My mom laid her head on the back of the couch, breathing heavily, her full breasts rising and falling.

Licking her lips, she said, “When I think about having not just one, but two of my daughters watching me with other women, watching me touch them and kiss them, and then…” she groaned, totally turned on “…and then when I imagine myself getting in bed with Kate the way I’ve done with you, and, and kissing her, and touching myself while she watches me, and… oh god Julie, it drives me insane to think about it.”

I did something then that I never thought I would do. I let my hand slide away from her arm, onto her warm belly, and begin moving slowly down, down toward her crotch.

“When you think about Kate that way,” I whispered, “does it make you want to come?”

She lifted her head and looked at my hand, which was now almost between her legs. She was breathing very hard. She turned to me and brought her lips to mine, kissing me. Then she whispered, “Let’s go upstairs, to your room. Let’s get in bed.”

I nodded, smiling, and hugged her. We went upstairs.

Continue on to Chapter 28

By Naughty Mommy

My beautiful mother and I, naked in her bed… the lights are out… it’s dark… we lie side by side, facing each other, gently kissing and caressing…

This is just so perfect, I think to myself, I could die right now and my life would be everything I ever wanted it to be.

But I was a lucky girl, for there was much more goodness still ahead of me.

“Darling?” she asked between kisses.

“Yes, Mommy?”

“I want you to know I do love you very much. So very much, and it’s almost like, well, I don’t know, maybe it really is that I’m in love with you too, or we’re in love with each other, or something. I don’t know for sure.”

One of her hands was on my little titties, playing with my nipples.

“But anyway…” she kept kissing me between sentences “…you know how much I love you, Julie, how much I want you…” her lips so tender, so soft “…and someday, maybe someday, I’ll be able to show you…” her tongue teasing mine “…what I mean is, I’ll be ready then to do everything I want…” her breath, warm on my face “…but I never want you to think I don’t love you, or need you, or want you…”

Her other hand was moving between her legs. I could tell she was getting close to an orgasm.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“I think so.”

Somehow, my mom was able to pull back right then from the brink, to draw her attention away from her mounting excitement and focus intently on what she wanted me to understand.

“Baby, it’s just this.” She raised her fingers from her pussy so she could take my face in both her hands, looking deeply into my eyes.

In some perverted part of my brain I thought how cool it was that the fingers my mother was touching my face with were wet with her cunt juice. So very nice. But come on, Julie, listen to what she’s saying!

“I can’t tell you when, or even if, I will ever be ready to… to do the things I want to do with you, all the things I do with the other girls and women you’ve seen me with. Maybe I will someday, and maybe I won’t.”

She kissed me again, but this kiss was not quite as full of sexual desire. It felt more like, well, like a kiss between a mother and a daughter who loved each other a great deal. Far more, perhaps, than most mothers and daughters.

I felt totally safe with her. Completely protected and cared for. I trusted her, and I would do whatever she thought was right for us, at whatever pace she decided was best.

“You know, baby, being a mother means so much to me. It is the most important job I have, or ever will have. The number one thing in my life is doing what is right for you and for Kate and Molly. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“So, it may take some time for me to decide if, or when, I think it’s the right time for us to… to not just play our little game, to not only pretend, but to do it for real.”

She smiled at me. “I hope that time comes soon. I really do.”

“Me too,” I giggled, and she kissed my lips again.

“But, Mommy?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Um, I don’t know exactly how to say it, but, um… I mean, I just love you so much, and I, I can wait as long as you want, however long it is, so that when we do it, you can really be ready and be happy and know for sure it’s the right thing, you know?”

She suddenly took a sharp breath when I said that. Her eyes were gleaming. I never saw someone swoon, but I think that’s what it was.

“Oh, Julie, you’re so wise, so mature, so wonderful.”

I could barely believe it was me she was talking about. I didn’t feel like any of those things.

My mom kissed me again, this time using her tongue. “You just be patient, just wait for me, and…”

Without warning, she groaned out loud. She pulled me close, holding me tightly, almost desperately. My mother’s skin was hot, her eyes ablaze. “Baby girl, there are some things we can do. Even if we can’t, if, if I’m not ready yet to say it’s okay for us to do everything we want, that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be able to… to enjoy each other’s sexuality, okay?”

“Okay.”

She put her lips on mine and whispered into my mouth, “Will you make yourself come for me now, and let me watch you?”

“Of course I will,” I whispered back.

“This time, lover, let’s do it a different way. You lay on top of me, all right? But turn around, you know, facing… facing the other way.”

I knew what she was saying. She wanted us to masturbate in a ‘69’ position, with me on top, although she didn’t use that term. But whatever she called it or didn’t call it, I was very happy to do it.

As I assumed the position on top of her, she put her hands on my thighs, spreading them apart and gently tugging me upward until my crotch was just inches from her face. Which meant, of course, that my face was now staring down into her crotch too.

“Wait,” she said, “I want to be able to see.”

She stretched an arm out to the small lamp at her bedside and switched it on. “There, that’s better.”

With the light on, I could see better too. The sight in front of my eyes was dazzling.

I had seen my mother’s pussy many times by now, and often in close range. But what we were doing at that moment was somehow new and different. It felt like we were crossing another boundary, taking one more step toward truly becoming lovers.

I wanted to always remember this night, to burn it into my memory.

Before doing anything else, I just looked at her, looking at the place where her thighs came together… her bulging mound, her neatly trimmed pubic hair, her swollen lips and the inviting cleft that they formed. I could definitely smell her arousal, and it seemed to me that I could feel heat on my face radiating from inside her.

I felt my mouth beginning to water, and I hoped I could restrain myself only to watch and not do even more while she masturbated in front of me as I masturbated at the same time.

In order to begin, I had to support myself on my knees and on one elbow, so I’d have room to extend an arm beneath my body and rub my clit. This also gave my mother room to reach her hands down to her pussy, which she did.

I watched, entranced, as she opened her lips for me to get a good view. Her fingers separated her labia and I could see abundant moisture glistening inside. Using both hands, she held her lips wide apart and I was able to look right down into her center, into her open vagina. There was darkness there, pink and hot and so tempting. Her sexual aroma was strong, nearly overpowering.

While I watched, my mother began rubbing the skin around her clit in small circles with one hand as the other hand slid slowly down, between her lips, until two fingers were buried deep inside her. I heard her groan.

That sound made me remember that I was supposed to be masturbating as well. I was already feeling very excited, and I didn’t think it would take much stimulation for me to get close to an orgasm. I started teasing my clit and also reaching further down to play at the opening of my vagina.

It seemed like a dream. I was watching her, watching my mother as she masturbated, as she fucked herself with her fingers. I was watching her from only inches away, so close I could almost taste her arousal. And she was watching me too, just as close.

Neither of us said anything for a while. We were too busy looking at each other and touching ourselves.

But when I heard her breathing pick up into that panting and moaning rhythm I knew so well, when it was obvious that she was getting near a climax, I said, “Mommy, tell me you want me to come for you.”

I was close, but I didn’t think I was quite as close as she was. I was sure, though, that a few words of encouragement from her, some nice dirty talk from my mom, would put me over the edge.

She knew exactly what I wanted.

“Baby,” she panted, “baby girl, come for Mommy now. Rub your little clit and make yourself come in Mommy’s face. I want to watch you come, baby. I want to look at your pretty cunt and have you come right in my face.”

That was it. That did it.

I climaxed hard, so hard that I lost the ability to keep my body supported above hers. I fell onto her, my skin against hers, my cheek resting on her thigh, my lips next to her cunt. My eyes were closed, shut tight, but I knew just where I was, that I was lying on top of my mother’s naked body and I was having an orgasm and my mouth was almost on her sex.

My climax was delicious and it lasted a long time, but not as long as hers.

When I opened my eyes again and raised my face from her leg, I saw her fingers still plunging deeply in and out of her cunt. She was coming. I could see her body shake with every powerful spasm, but she kept on fucking herself, harder and harder.

Finally she went rigid for a moment. Her thighs came together, clamped around her hands. She held that position, trembling slightly, for several long seconds before letting out a heavy, satisfied sigh and going limp.

We stayed that way for a while, me on top of my mom, with our hands still between our legs.

After a minute or so, she began to move her thighs apart, then slowly drew her fingers out of her cunt. As my mother spread her legs, she used her fingers to pull her pussy lips open for me again so I could look at her. She was very wet inside, literally dripping, and I thought I could see her vagina still pulsating slightly, although maybe that was my imagination.

A moment later she turned one hand toward my face and held up the fingers that had been inside her. She wanted me to take them into my mouth, which I gladly did.

I sucked on her fingers, licking them, loving the syrupy sweetness of her pussy juice. I heard myself moan as I savored her flavor. I could have kept it up almost all night long, but then she said, “Baby, can I taste you too?”

“Oh, sure, Mommy.”

I wriggled around a little, dipping my fingers inside the opening of my sex, getting them nice and wet, then turned my hand around and let her take my fingers into her mouth.

She sucked them and licked them, as I had done with hers. Then she drew her hands away from her own pussy, sliding them back up under my body, and I felt her gripping my waist, raising me slightly above her.

“You’re just so beautiful, so amazingly beautiful. I love looking at you.”

I smiled when I heard her say that.

“Honey?”

“Yes, Mommy?”

“I’m going to kiss you now. One time, just one time, okay? I want to kiss your little pussy, just once.”

“Okay.”

I thought about telling her she could kiss me more than one time, as many times as she wanted, but I didn’t. I just waited, all my senses and nerve-endings focused on what was coming next.

I heard her sigh and then I felt my mother kissing me. Right there. Right on my cunt.

It was just a kiss, nothing more than that. I mean, it was the best kiss I could ever possibly imagine, but she didn’t use her tongue or do anything more. She just kissed me. And it was spectacular.

When I felt her lips on my pussy, it was as if an electric shock hit me. My whole body started shaking, shivering. I broke out in a fresh sweat. It wasn’t really an orgasm, but it was extremely powerful. My head was swimming.

And now I wanted more. I needed more. When I was able to find my voice, I asked, “M-Mommy, could I, can I do that too?”

There was a moment’s hesitation. Then my mother softly answered, “Yes, baby, you can kiss me there, but… but just once, okay?”

“Okay,” I whispered. I looked again at her wet pussy. I wanted to do so much more than just kiss her one time. I wanted to lick her, taste her, plunge my tongue inside her and make her come in my mouth.

But I loved my mother more than anything or anyone else, and I trusted her completely. I knew I should do as she asked. So I gathered all of my composure and whatever self-discipline a 12-year-old child can have, and slowly lowered my face to her sex.

I kept my lips closed but my eyes wide open as my mouth touched her skin.

I kissed her right on her clitoris. This put my nose inside her slit. I kept my lips there for a second, two seconds, three seconds, deeply inhaling, taking in her delicious scent, staring at her open vagina.

Then I felt a gentle pat on my bottom. It was time to finish. I drew my mouth away from her, satisfied for now. Well, maybe not totally satisfied, but very happy that she and I had come this far.

“Come on up here and give me a kiss, lover.”

I turned around on the bed and my mother took me into her arms. I lay on top of her and we kissed deeply, our tongues making love even if our bodies were not yet allowed that full pleasure.

After a minute or two of kissing, we rolled onto our sides, facing each other. Our hands were roaming, sliding over warm skin. It was so delicious being in bed with her, loving her, having her.

We kissed again and again. At some point we decided, without speaking, to masturbate one more time. We each put a hand between our own legs as the other hand played with breasts and nipples. We kissed and licked and nibbled each other’s lips. It didn’t take long until we both were almost ready to climax again.

I felt a rush of hot breath in my mouth and I rubbed my fingers very fast over my clit so I could come with her. Our eyes were closed, our wet mouths joined.

My orgasm, when it came, was so intense that I began to scream out loud. My mother wrapped an arm around me, pulling me to her, locking her lips over mine to keep me from waking my sisters.

My climax was longer than hers this time. It seemed to roll on forever and ever, one wave of joy and pleasure after another. I kept rubbing my clit, wanting to sustain this perfect moment for as long as I could.

When the last shuddering spasms of my orgasm began to recede, I pulled my lips away from my mother’s and opened my eyes to look at her. I was panting heavily, almost gasping for breath.

She was smiling at me, her beautiful blue eyes hooded. Her lips were pink and wet. I loved her so much.

“That’s my darling girl,” she whispered, kissing the end of my nose as she waited for me to slowly calm down.

“Turn around now, baby, and let’s try to get some sleep. It’s very late.”

“Okay,” I whispered. I kissed her one more time on the lips before turning over in the bed so she could spoon with me.

She reached out to the lamp and switched it off, then wrapped her arms around my young body.

We nestled together, snug and warm and… and, yes, in love. I was sure of it.

But I still wasn’t ready for sleep. I was so full of passion that night, so thrilled and energized. When she’d confessed to me earlier that she had feelings nearly the same as mine, that she might really be in love with me too, it was the fulfillment of everything I wanted, everything I’d hoped for. I was full of joy, and also full of lust.

I realized at that moment that for me sex was not only about the physical sensations, but also about my emotions. When I cared for someone, when I loved them, that was when I became the most excited. And if I loved someone as deeply as I loved my mother, my excitement knew no bounds.

There was no way around it. I had to come again.

My mom wasn’t quite asleep yet. She was holding me close, breathing softly, and occasionally kissing my neck.

I didn’t want to keep her awake, but there was nothing else I could do. I simply couldn’t keep my fingers away from my pussy.

I tried to be as restrained as I could, slowly sliding my hand down to my crotch, moving my thighs gradually apart, letting my fingers dip briefly inside my slit, gathering my warm slippery moisture… and then just so quietly, so tenderly, so delicately rubbing my wet fingertip over the end of my clit… just like that… don’t move, don’t move a muscle, don’t even breathe… nothing but just that one finger, right there, just like that… little by little… a little bit more… that’s it… right there… now it’s… it’s coming… it’s coming… here it comes… and… NOW!!

My breath came out in a deep groan as I climaxed. My body quivered. I did my best to stay quiet and still, but of course my mother knew exactly what was happening.

She waited until I finished, then raised a hand to cup one of my small breasts, squeezing the nipple gently as her lips nibbled at my earlobe and she whispered, “I love you, Julie.”

“I’m sorry, Mommy, if I woke you,” I told her, “it’s just, I guess I’m insatiable.”

That made her chuckle. “You know what I think? I think you’re wonderful.”

She hugged me to her, and after that last climax I was finally able to fall asleep, nestled snugly in my mother’s arms, in her bed, feeling warm and safe and loved.

Continue on to Chapter 27

By Naughty Mommy

When the garage door opened, I immediately awoke. I sat up and looked at the clock. It was 1:10 AM.

I heard my mother entering the house, and soon she came upstairs. She stopped for a moment at Kate’s bedroom, checking on her, and then went to her own room. (Molly was sleeping over at Violet’s.)

It was quiet for a while after that. I thought perhaps she had gone straight to bed, and I was momentarily hurt that she had neglected to come in and kiss me goodnight.

But then I heard her soft footsteps. The door to my bedroom opened, and she came in.

I could see her in the light from the hall. She was wearing a sexy, sheer black nightie that I really liked, with no panties. I smelled her delicious perfume and my mouth began to water. God, I wanted my mother so much!

“Hi, doll,” she smiled.

“Hi, Mommy.”

After closing the door, my mom switched on the small lamp by my bed, then sat down beside me and touched my cheek, gently caressing it. We stayed that way for a minute or so, just looking at each other and smiling.

I gazed into her beautiful face, licking my lips as I looked at her eyes, her mouth, her smooth white arms. I admired the shape of her full breasts and I loved seeing the way her nipples made little puddles in the clinging fabric of the nightgown.

Without saying anything else, my mother bent down, slowly bringing her lips to mine, and we kissed. This was a tender, almost romantic kiss, not as urgent as her kisses often could be (which I also liked), but warm and loving.

I parted my lips. Our tongues met and did a slow dance. I could feel her breath hot inside my mouth, steamy on my face.

When she finally pulled away, I was shaking with excitement.

“Can I get in bed with you?” she whispered.

“Of course.”

She pulled the nightie over her head, dropping it to the floor, then slid in next to me. We were both naked. She cuddled up close, wrapping her arms around me, laying a thigh over mine, kissing my neck. I was in heaven.

My mother held me that way for a few minutes, tenderly kissing and licking my neck. By this time my pussy was throbbing with need and I knew I was getting juicy.

“Oh, Julie,” she finally breathed, “sometimes I want…”

She paused.

I waited for her to go on, and when she didn’t, I asked, “You want what, Mommy?”

“Sometimes I want… things that maybe I shouldn’t have.”

Again a pause.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

I felt her hand slowly slide across my chest to find my little tit. Her fingers teased my nipple, making me shudder with desire.

I was about to say something again when she took her hand from my breast and laid it on my cheek, turning my face to hers. She gently kissed my lips, and said, “Baby, I love you. I love you so much. And… I just can’t help it, I have these other feelings too.”

“I know.”

She smiled at me, looking into my eyes. “But I am your mother. And that’s why I think it’s best if we, if you and I… well…”

She paused again and swallowed before continuing. “I think it’s probably for the best if you and I sort of act out our feelings through other people, when we play our game I mean. Do you understand?”

“You mean like pretend?” I asked.

My mother nodded. “Uh-huh, like pretend. Do you remember that night when Melissa was here, and I had you dress up in the same clothes she was wearing?”

“Yeah, I loved that.”

“So did I. And when I saw you dressed like her, and I was with her and I was able to have sex with her, I was pretending that…”

“But, Mommy” — I surprised myself by coming right out and saying what I was feeling — “why do we only have to pretend? Why can’t we really do it?”

It was my mother’s turn to shudder with desire.

“Oh, Julie, my darling girl,” she trembled as her finger traced over my lips, “I want it so much. You know I do, but…”

She stopped and for a minute didn’t say anything else. She just took my face in her hands and looked lovingly into my eyes. Then she whispered, so softly that I could barely hear it, “I just don’t know if I should.”

I had told her what I wanted. I felt then that I was ready, more than ready, to make love with her. But it seemed that would have to wait a while longer.

A few minutes more of quiet, gentle touches and loving looks shared between us, and then finally I said, “Mommy?”

“What, baby?”

“I’ve been wanting to tell you something about Kate. It’s kind of hard to say, though, and I hope you won’t get mad at me…”

She smiled at me and tickled my chin. “Go ahead, sweetness, you just tell me, whatever it is. You know I could never really get mad at you.”

“Well, um, I mean, we’re sisters, so we, like, share stuff with each other. You know?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And so, we were talking one night about, um, about kissing and stuff, and about what sort of things get us both excited.”

“Okay, and…”

“And Kate told me that sometimes she likes to look at girls, you know, like pretty girls at school, and she thinks about what it might be like to kiss them.”

“She does?”

“Uh-huh. And you know, Mommy, she’s 10 and a half now, she’s almost as old as I was when I watched you that first time, with Karen, remember? When we started playing our game?”

I waited to see how she would react to that. She just looked at me and nodded.

“So, um, Kate also told me that, that she knows how to masturbate, and that she likes doing it. A lot. And when she does it, she always thinks about girls. About kissing them and stuff. You know?”

“Okay. And so where is this leading?”

I was feeling very brave that night, ready to say what I really wanted. “Mommy, can Kate start playing our game with us too? Can she come out with me and watch when you bring someone home at night? Please?”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Have you told her about that?”

“No, uh-uh, I haven’t,” I shook my head, “not yet. I wanted to, but I thought I should talk with you about it first. It would be so fun, though, if we could do it together. Please, can we?”

My mother seemed genuinely surprised at the direction our conversation had taken, but at least she didn’t say no right away. She took a deep breath and just looked at me for a few seconds.

“Well…” she began.

“Please? It would be so much fun!”

“So then I would have not just one, but two of my little daughters, two underage voyeurs, looking on while I had wild lesbian sex in front of them. Is that what you’re suggesting?”

I nodded eagerly.

“That is an incredibly tempting idea, Julie. I’ll have to think about this very seriously, though, before deciding. And obviously I’ll need to have a long talk with Kate very soon. That’s overdue, without any question.” Her brow furrowed as she thought through the implications.

I could tell that the lawyer part of my mom had taken charge. She was just amazing. So smart and so capable, and yet at the same time so passionate and sensual. I was deeply in love with her.

And so I told her. “Mommy, I love you.”

She glanced into my eyes. “I love you too, honey.”

“No, I mean, I really love you. Like, I’m in love with you.”

Then she burst out laughing and hugged me. “Oh, my darling girl, you are the cutest thing—”

“Mommy, don’t laugh. Don’t make fun of me. I’m being serious.”

“Oh, I know you are, darling. I’m very sorry.” My mother gave me a quick kiss on the lips, but she was still smiling, even if not quite chuckling any more.

“I apologize for laughing,” she continued. “I really didn’t mean to make light of your feelings. It’s just that, you know, so many new things are going around in my head tonight. But I would never belittle how you feel. Those emotions are real, and you have every right to them.”

“Do you love me too?”

“Of course I do, very much. And, well, to be perfectly honest I’m not quite certain where exactly all my feelings fit in right now, or what kinds of feelings they are. But yes, I love you, Julie, very very much, and I always will.”

She kissed me again. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

My mom seemed to think for another few seconds, and then she said, “You know, your little bed is really a tight fit for two. Why don’t you come and sleep with me in my bed again tonight. Would you like that?”

“Sure!” I grinned.

“Just one thing, though…” she put a finger on the end of my nose “…we can’t be doing this all the time. Only once in a while, as a special treat. Okay?”

I nodded happily.

“All right, come on, little lover. Bring something you can wear in the morning.”

She picked up her nightie from the floor but didn’t put it on, and waited while I jumped out of bed and quickly grabbed some jammies from my drawer. Then we walked hand in hand down the hall to her bedroom.

Continue on to Chapter 26

By Naughty Mommy

I slipped quickly under the sheets while Kate first turned on the small lamp by the bed and then turned off the overhead light by the door. Taking advantage of a few seconds to myself, I put my hand between my legs and touched myself. As I expected, I was very wet down there.

She hopped into the bed beside me. I lifted my fingers to my face and pretended to scratch my nose while I smelled my pussy juice. That always got me even more excited.

“So, what do you want to talk about tonight?” My little sister was grinning widely.

“Well, um, I was wondering, do you ever…”

I’d been planning to ask if she knew about masturbation and whether she had tried it yet. I was terribly curious, dying to find out, but I began to lose my nerve. “I, it’s… you know what? Tonight maybe we should have the light off. Okay?”

Kate shrugged. “All right.”

She reached over to the bedside table and switched off the lamp, then joined me under the covers again. “Okay, now what?”

We were both on our backs, lying close enough that I could feel her warmth. I wanted so badly to ask her what I wanted to ask her, but I still wasn’t quite prepared for that.

Instead I said, “So, I was thinking about, um, you know that girl at the store? The one that—”

“The one who was trying on dresses and kept smiling at us?”

“Uh-huh.”

“She was cute.”

“Yeah, she was. And she had great legs.”

“I know.”

“Why… why do you think she was smiling at us like that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you think maybe she likes girls?”

“Maybe.”

“And, um, the waitress, Rita, she was cute too, wasn’t she?”

“Uh-huh, definitely.”

We both stayed quiet for a minute after that, lying side by side in the dark bedroom. I could hear my sister breathing. I could feel her naked body next to mine. Would I have the courage to ask? I was so scared!

I closed my eyes, doing a silent countdown — three, two, one — and forced myself to begin.

“Kate?”

“What?”

“Do you ever masturbate?”

She didn’t answer right away.

I waited, not wanting to say anything else or even look at her. I was hoping my question wouldn’t spoil the closeness we had. My heart was pounding. Had I blown it by asking her so directly?

Finally, she said, “Sometimes I do.”

I exhaled, realizing that I’d been holding my breath. I was relieved that she didn’t sound upset or anything, and decided to press forward. “So, like, what do you think about when you do it?”

Again she paused before replying. “Other girls.”

“Me too,” I told her. “I mean, I think about other girls, about kissing them and stuff, when I masturbate.”

“Do you do it a lot?”

“Yeah, I really do,” I smiled to myself, “practically every night.”

“So do I,” Kate giggled, and her hand sought mine beneath the covers. Her touch was warm. Our fingers intertwined, and I began to feel safe again.

Letting out a huge sigh, I said, “I’m glad. I mean, I’m so glad you don’t mind talking about it.”

“No, why should I? We talk about all kinds of stuff.”

“I know. But I was nervous anyway. I didn’t want… I don’t know, I guess I was just afraid you might get mad or something if I asked you about it.”

She squeezed my hand. “Silly.”

We were quiet again for another minute. Then I said, “Can you tell me… um, will you tell me what you think about when you’re doing it?”

“Oh, well,” Kate began, “I just think about, um, about looking at girls or seeing them naked. And, you know, about, like, touching them and kissing them and stuff.”

Having come this far, I decided to take another risk. I moved my other hand, the one she wasn’t holding, between my legs and started to rub my clit. “Tell me one of your fantasies. I want to hear it.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Yeah.” I didn’t try to hide the motions I was making with my hand. We had the covers pulled up, but it was fairly obvious what I was doing. “Tell me what gets you excited when you masturbate.”

Then I sensed that Kate was beginning to touch herself too.

“Okay,” she whispered. “There’s this girl at school, you know, Monica Simmons, in Ms. Avery’s class?”

“Uh-huh. She’s pretty.” Monica was in the sixth grade. She had long, dark hair and beautiful pale skin.

I could feel the tension beginning to build between my sister and me, the sexual tension. I was breathing harder and so was she.

“I don’t really know her, but she’s so cute,” Kate went on, “and her skin looks so soft, and I like to pretend that we go over to her house, and she takes me up to her room, and we close the door, and she comes up to me, really close, and she puts her hand on my face and I’m looking at her lips and I can smell how nice she smells and I can feel her breath on me and she’s so warm and soft and then she kisses me…”

She groaned in the dark.

I didn’t think she was having an orgasm that soon, since we’d both begun touching ourselves just a minute or two earlier, but it was clear that she was becoming very aroused. And so was I.

“God, that’s hot, Kate. What else happens?”

“I don’t know… I, um, I’ve never gone very far beyond that point. I really don’t have to,” she chuckled.

“I know what you mean.”

“Now you tell me one of yours.”

“Okay.” I decided to shift onto my side, facing toward her. It was very dark, and I could barely see anything, but I could just make out my sister’s profile, her cute little nose, and her lips, which were parted.

It made me want to kiss her, to touch her, but instead I just began telling her my fantasy.

“In this one, I’m in my room, in bed, and Mommy’s in there with me, standing by my bed with Melissa, from Victoria’s Secret… they’re kissing, a lot, using their tongues and everything… I’m watching them while they kiss, and then Mommy slowly starts taking off Melissa’s clothes…”

“Oh my god,” breathed Kate. Her voice was shaky, her hand moving fast beneath the sheets.

“…and when Melissa is naked, Mommy shows her to me… she shows me how nice Melissa’s body is, shows me her boobs, and her nipples, and her tummy, and her thighs, and her, um… between her legs…”

“Her pussy.”

“Yeah, her pussy… Mommy shows me Melissa’s pussy, and then she uses her fingers to… to open it up for me and let me see all the way inside her…”

“Oh my god,” Kate sighed again. I could tell she was getting very close.

“Mommy tells Melissa to get in bed with me… and she says she wants to watch while Melissa kisses me.”

“UNH!!” Now it wasn’t too soon any more. Kate was climaxing. Her eyes squeezed shut and she grimaced, shuddering as each new wave of her orgasm passed hotly through her young body.

I loved watching her. I was very excited too, although I wasn’t really close to a climax yet. I was feeling a little nervous at having attained this new level of erotic intimacy with my sister, afraid it might not last. But still, watching her like that, seeing her caught up in the throes of her self-induced passion — it was intoxicating.

When she was finally able to catch her breath, she turned to look at me. Even in the faint light, I could see that her face was shiny with perspiration. And she was smiling broadly.

“Omigod, Julie, that was hot!”

I laughed and leaned over to hug her. Kate threw her arms around me, pulling me close. I could feel the feverish heat of her body, fresh from an orgasm, her skin damp, almost steaming, and I wanted her more at that moment than I ever had before.

We held each other tightly. I pressed my breasts against hers, letting my hands slide up and down her back, almost onto her bottom. I kissed her neck, tasting her salty sweat. I wanted to roll on top of her and touch her everywhere, lick her everywhere, have animal sex with her.

But I didn’t. Not then anyway. I just held her, tenderly caressing and kissing.

My sister clung to me, still trembling slightly, either from the after-effects of her climax or perhaps from a new incestuous desire for me. That’s what I hoped it was.

After a time, she pulled slowly away and settled onto her back again, breathing heavily and wiping sweat from her brow.

“God, Julie, this is…” she didn’t finish her thought.

I turned onto my back as well and looked up into the darkness. Whatever this was, I liked it, a lot.

*     *     *

My sister and I didn’t have sex that night.

We did masturbate together several more times, telling each other our fantasies, seeing who could make the other more excited with her erotic visions. I told her about my crush on Madison, and we agreed how hot she was. She talked some more about Monica Simmons, creating a scenario where we were all four naked together. We traded juicy stories, touching ourselves and kissing, but we didn’t quite have sex.

The nearest we came was when I was licking my fingers after finishing an especially wet orgasm. Kate saw me and asked, “What are you doing?”

“Tasting myself.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. Haven’t you ever done that?”

“No. What does it taste like?”

“I don’t know. Do you want to try it?” I held my hand out toward her face.

She scrunched up her nose, but then took my wrist, bringing my fingers closer, and sniffed. She sniffed again, then put out her tongue and licked my index finger, the wettest one. Apparently she liked how it tasted, because she sucked my finger into her mouth.

I giggled and so did she. After letting my finger go, she said, “I like it.”

“Do you want some more?” I grinned.

“Not right now, but…” Kate reached under the covers, squirming a bit, then brought her hand out. She held up her middle finger. It glistened wetly in the soft light. “Do you want to try tasting me?”

“Uh-huh.” I took her finger into my mouth, sucking hungrily on it. Her flavor was soft and sweet, almost sugary.

I closed my eyes for a second, imagining I had my face between my sister’s legs, with my tongue inside her, licking her, tasting her, making her come in my —

“Wow, you must like it a lot!” she laughed.

I realized then that I’d been groaning pretty loudly, totally carried away by my fantasy. I released her finger from my mouth.

“Oh, sorry,” I murmured. “It does taste awfully nice, though.”

She grabbed my face and gave me a big kiss, and then we masturbated one more time that night, laying on our sides, facing each other, looking deeply into each other’s eyes as we climaxed.

When we finished, we traded liquids again, and this time it was clearly a sexual act. We rubbed our wet fingers on each other’s lips and tongues, kissing and moaning as we shared the delicious flavor of young girls’ dripping pussies.

I wanted to do even more than that with her, of course, much more. But a glance at the bedside clock told me it was later than I thought, almost 11:30.

“Uh-oh,” I said, “I’ll be in trouble if Mommy gets home and you’re not in bed.”

“I am in bed,” she chuckled.

“I know, but — you know what I mean.”

“Okay.” Then suddenly she pulled me to her, hugging me tightly. “Julie, thank you!”

“What for?”

“For being such a, just such a great sister. I love you!”

“I love you too. I really do, so much. But now try to get to sleep. Okay?”

I got out of bed and stood for a moment, looking down at my darling little sister. My heart swelled with feeling for her, so many emotions, romantic, sexual, familial, all mixed together. I sighed and blew her a kiss, then said a soft goodnight and left the room.

Back in my bedroom, I masturbated for at least another hour before finally falling asleep. But I wasn’t asleep for long…

Continue on to Chapter 25

By Naughty Mommy

The next thing I knew, it was light outside and I was waking up in a strange bed. When I realized where I was, I smiled with the memory of what had happened there the night before.

I could hear the shower running in my mom’s bathroom. I was tempted to get up and see if she would let me take a shower with her, but while I was trying to decide whether I should do that or not, I heard the water go off.

A few minutes later, my mother came out of the bathroom. She was naked except for a pair of blue bikini panties, and she was drying her hair with a towel. When she saw me sitting up in bed, she said, “Hey, pumpkin.”

“Hi, Mommy.”

“Did you sleep all right?”

“Yeah, I slept great. Like a log.”

“So did I,” she chuckled. “Do you need to use the bathroom?”

“Yeah.”

When I came out, my mom was getting dressed. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and was just putting on her bra. It was blue and matched her panties.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, love?”

I came up to her and put my hand on her arm, gently caressing her smooth, soft skin. I was still naked. “Thank you for letting me sleep with you last night. That was really nice.”

“It was, wasn’t it? We should do that again some time.” She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips.

I was thrilled. It was almost, almost like we really were lovers!

“Look how late it is, though,” she said. “I can’t believe I slept that long.”

The clock by the bed said it was 9:50.

“I need to go check on your sisters, see if they want me to make them anything special for breakfast.” She kissed me again and patted my bottom. “Put on your jammies before you go out, okay?”

“Okay.”

My mom left the room, still buttoning her shirt. I got back in bed for a minute, not because I was sleepy, but because I wanted to remember how wonderful it had been to sleep in my mother’s bed, naked with her. And not only sleep, but kiss each other and rub our bodies together, and everything!

As I thought about it, I began getting excited again. I wanted to masturbate, but I thought that might take too long, so I just rolled over onto her side of the bed, where she had slept. I hugged her pillow, smelling her perfume. I closed my eyes and recalled the feeling of her lips on mine. In spite of my good intentions, I reached down and started touching myself. I was already very wet. Okay, I decided, it won’t take that long.

And it didn’t. I was on my stomach, my face buried in the fragrant pillow, with one hand between my legs and the other playing with my nipples. I humped my hand as I remembered being on top of my mother and rubbing my pussy against her, and how she’d said I could touch her tits and then I’d kissed her and then I came.

Twenty minutes later, I was dressed and coming down the stairs for breakfast. My pussy still felt warm and happy. I’d put on my sexiest pair of black bikini panties under my dress, just because I wanted to feel sensual and feminine. I’d decided to wear a short dress that day so my mom could look at my legs if she wanted to. I knew she liked doing that.

“Hey, sleepy,” teased Kate as I came into the kitchen. She and Molly were eating pancakes.

“Hi, doll,” said my mother from the stove, where she was pouring more pancake batter onto the griddle.

“Hi, Mom. Hi, Molly girl,” I kissed my baby sister’s cheek and then tousled Kate’s hair. “Hey, squirt.”

“Squirt?! I’m as tall as you are,” she grinned.

“I know. Just kidding.”

We enjoyed a nice breakfast together, and then did some of our usual Saturday chores. Around noon, while Kate and I were in the laundry room folding clothes, my mother came in to talk with us about plans for the day.

“I have to drop Molly off at Violet’s house later this afternoon,” she said, “and then maybe the three of us can do some shopping. They’re having a sale at Tipton’s, and I’d really like to get a new dress to go out tonight. I’ll get some stuff for you guys too, if you see anything you like.”

“Ooh, cool,” said Kate.

“Then we can eat dinner out, anywhere you choose,” my mom continued. “Molly’s staying overnight at Violet’s, so I’ll bring the two of you back here after dinner. You can even stay up late if you want, but not past 11:00. Okay?”

“Awesome!” Kate gushed.

I just smiled and nodded. I was immediately thinking about spending time that night with Kate in her bed, both of us naked, kissing, maybe touching, maybe even more. I caught her eye and I could see that she was thinking along the same lines.

The store my mom wanted to go to was downtown, not at the mall. They had a lot of fancy designer-type clothes. I didn’t see anything that interested me, nothing I would really want to wear myself, but I did see a lot of very attractive young women shopping there, so that was fun.

Apparently my mother gave the store a lot of business, because they treated her like a VIP, taking us into some private rooms at the back where they gave us stuff to drink and the sales ladies would bring my mom whatever she wanted to try on. There were a couple of other customers getting the same sort of star treatment, and one of them was a really cute girl, probably around 20 or 21 years old.

She was trying on different dresses, and for some reason she kept looking at me and Kate, sometimes even smiling at us. The girl was slim and had amazing legs. All the dresses she tried were very short, so we got to see plenty of her.

Maybe it was just that she noticed Kate and me staring at her, and possibly she liked having girls look at her body or something, but she did seem to be almost flirting with us in a way. It was pretty exciting.

Unfortunately she left after a little while, but then it was time for our mother to do a private fashion show for us, asking which dresses we liked the best.

The first two she tried were only okay. One of them was a very nice color of blue, but I told her I didn’t like the big sort of floppy thing that went over one shoulder.

“Floppy thing?” laughed my mom.

“Well, I don’t know what you call it,” I giggled, “but it looks sort of dumb. I mean, you look pretty, of course, but the dress is just… weird.”

“Okay, I get the message. Kate, you agree with that?”

My sister nodded, giving the thumbs down sign.

The second dress she modeled for us was also kind of weird, but it was sexy too in a way. It was made of white satin, I think, and it was strapless with a lot of bows and ruffles and super short, so my mom’s arms and legs were on display.

She has such an amazing body, she looked great in it, but I didn’t like the design of it.

“I don’t know,” I told her, “but it’s like there’s just too much going on. It should be more simple or something.”

As usual, Kate put it perfectly, “That looks like a wedding dress for Hugh Hefner’s daughter. Not good.”

That made our mother laugh. “How do you even know who Hugh Hefner is?”

“Mom, I’m not culturally illiterate.”

“No, you’re certainly not, and I guess you’re right about this dress too,” she said, looking down at it. “Well, let’s see if you like the next one any better.”

We did. We liked it a lot.

“Whoa, Mom, yeah that’s definitely the one,” praised Kate as soon as she saw it.

The dress was very short and tight-fitting with a square neckline. It had a geometric pattern that accentuated her shapely figure. I loved what it did for her.

“Really, you like this one better?” our mother asked.

“Absolutely,” answered Kate, “it’s totally hot.”

My mom looked at me. “What do you think, Julie?”

“Mommy, you look amazing in that dress. You really do.”

After admiring herself in the mirror, she said, “It does look good on me, but it’s awfully short.”

“So what?” said Kate. “If you’ve got great legs, show ‘em off.”

“I agree,” I nodded.

She turned to us with a naughty grin. “What would you think if I wore this dress when we go to dinner tonight? I’ll just put my other clothes in a shopping bag.”

“Nice! Then everyone can see how hot my mom is,” Kate said.

I nodded again, smiling.

“Okay, so, let me go see if I can find some shoes here to wear with it.” She checked her watch. “And then we can eat. I was thinking we might drive down to the waterfront for an early dinner. There’s a nice seafood place there in a romantic setting. It should be really pretty tonight at sunset. Does that sound okay?”

“Sure,” I said. “I love seafood.”

“Me too,” agreed Kate.

We had a great time at dinner. My mom was right, the place was really nice, with delicious food and a gorgeous view of the harbor. We were there earlier enough to get a table by the window where we could watch the colors fading in the sky.

And, of course, Mommy looked spectacular in her new dress. Practically every man in the restaurant was staring at her, and a lot of the women were too.

I was getting to where I could tell when a woman looked at another woman in a way that meant she was sexually excited by her, and there were plenty of women there that night who sent our mother that look.

Our waitress was a pretty girl in her twenties who gave our table — and especially our mom — a lot of extra attention. Her name was Rita. She was wearing tight jeans with a low-cut red tank top and no bra. And although she didn’t have big boobs or anything, when she bent over in front of us, which she often did (seemingly on purpose), we got a very nice view of her chest.

Rita and our mom really hit it off. The two of them were always touching each other’s hands and arms and shoulders. Kate reached under the table and squeezed my leg at one point, signaling that she could see what was going on. I nodded just enough to let her know I agreed. I was thinking it would be a fun thing for us to talk about later that night in bed, and I also wondered if there was a possibility that Rita would show up at our house some evening to play our ‘game’. I hoped so, because she was really beautiful and sexy.

We had appetizers and then ate our regular meals and Kate and I both had desserts (our mom just had coffee), so by the time we got home it was almost 8:30. Mommy came in with us and fixed up her makeup before she went out again, and she also put on a little sweater because it was starting to get chilly outside.

“Okay, you two, have a good time tonight,” she said when she left at about 9:15. “You can stay up until 11:00, but no later, all right?”

“Yay!” clapped Kate.

We walked our mother to the door, she gave us each a kiss on the cheek, and then my sister and I were alone together.

“Ooh, boy,” Kate said immediately, “let’s go get in bed!”

“Yeah, let’s!” I laughed, and we ran together hand in hand up the stairs to her bedroom.

“Naked, right?” she said, as soon as we were through the door.

“Of course!”

We giggled as we began undressing. Kate was wearing a tight long-sleeved sweater, which she pulled over her head, and then unhooked her little bra. I kept my eye on her as I reached behind my back to unzip my dress. I couldn’t wait to see my sister’s perfect young breasts again.

She smiled as she saw me staring at her nipples. “You like looking at my body, don’t you.”

I cast my eyes down to the floor, feeling my face turn red.

“It’s all right, I don’t mind,” Kate said. “I like looking at you too.”

“You do?”

“Sure I do. Take off your dress. I want to see your boobies.”

I was still blushing, but I felt happy to have her looking at me as I let my dress fall to the floor. I wasn’t wearing a bra.

My sister came up to me and touched my breasts. She touched my breasts! I’m sure she had no idea what that meant to me. She couldn’t know that in my fantasies at night when I masturbated, I often imagined her touching me that way.

“You have nice boobies,” she said, lightly squeezing them. “They’re not big, but they’re cute. Kind of like that waitress tonight.”

“She was hot, wasn’t she?” I managed to say. My nipples were so hard they hurt.

“She sure was. I think Mommy thought so too.”

Kate was unzipping her jeans, but still looking at my breasts. I pulled my panties down and stepped out of them. Kate tossed her jeans aside and took off her panties. Then she took my hand, saying, “Come here,” and led me over to the full-length mirror on her closet door.

We stood side by side, holding hands, looking at our reflections in the mirror: a pair of pubescent sisters, 12 years old and 10 years old. “We look nice together, don’t we?” she asked.

I could feel my pussy getting wet. I was afraid if I tried to speak, my voice would shake, so I just smiled and nodded.

“We should try kissing this way, so we can see what it looks like,” Kate suggested.

“K-kissing?”

“Yeah, um, here, turn and face me, like this. Turn a little more, so I can look in the mirror. There, like that. We’ll do it this way, and then we’ll turn the other way so you can see, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Now kiss me.”

I closed my eyes and brought my mouth to hers. Kate wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. When I felt her hand caressing my bottom, I moaned, opening my lips and exploring her mouth with my tongue. It felt so wonderful to be kissing her that way, with my arms around her, that for a moment I forgot what we were doing.

“Look,” she said, pulling her mouth away from mine. Still holding me tightly, she shuffled us around so I could look in the mirror and see the image of two slender young girls hugging each other, with one girl’s hand squeezing the other girl’s naked bottom. “What do you think? Do you like it?”

I was trembling with excitement. “Oh, god, Kate, I…”

“Let’s get in bed now, okay?”

“Okay.”

Continue on to Chapter 24

By Naughty Mommy

I looked at the clock. It was just past 11:00. I hadn’t expected my mother and Katrina to be home that early, but maybe that meant we would have lots of extra time for sexy games. I got out of bed, still naked, and went to my bedroom door, opening it slightly. As I waited for them to come inside, I licked my fingers, tasting myself.

When they came in, it sounded like they were arguing.

“You know she wants it,” I heard Katrina say, “and if you were honest, you’d admit that you want it too.”

“Maybe so, but I have to do things my own way, at my own pace,” my mother responded.

“I wish you’d change your mind. Will you at least think about it?”

“I have thought about it. I’ve thought about it a lot. You know that.”

“Okay, whatever…” sighed Katrina. Then she added, “Come here now.”

After that it got quiet for a minute. I crept just outside the door so I could see down into the family room. As I’d suspected, they were kissing. Katrina had her hands under my mom’s purple dress and was caressing her bottom.

When they ended the kiss, my mother said, “Why don’t we do it down here tonight, on the sofa, instead of in bed. I’ll get Julie and she can watch us, all right?”

“All right. But can I go get her instead?”

“Why?”

“Because I was really hoping you’d offer to fix me a drink.”

“Another? After all you’ve had tonight?”

“Sure, why not? One more can’t hurt,” laughed Katrina as she slapped my mother’s bottom.

“Okay, I suppose you’re right. What would you like?”

“You know, my usual.”

“Very well, Miss Sexy. I’ll be right back.”

“And I’ll go get Julie.”

After they kissed one more time, my mom headed for the kitchen to make the drinks and Katrina turned to come upstairs. I slipped back into my room and into bed. I wondered, should I pretend to be asleep? I’m not sure what made me decide, but as the door began to open, I closed my eyes and tried to look like I was sleeping.

Katrina didn’t turn on the light, and she didn’t speak. I listened to her shut the door behind her, and then I felt her sitting on my bed. I could smell her tropical perfume.

I expected that she would say something, or try to wake me, but instead I heard a zipper and then a rustling sound. Was she taking off her dress? She must have been, because a moment later she was getting into bed with me naked!

I was laying on my side, and suddenly she was on top of me. She was rubbing her crotch against my hip and groping for my tits. She was kissing my face.

“What?! What are you—??” I gasped.

“Don’t say anything,” she hissed, “just kiss me!”

I kissed her, once, and she tried putting her tongue inside my mouth. I turned away. “Katrina, don’t!”

She squeezed my little breast very hard, hurting me, while at the same time pulling roughly at my legs, trying to turn me over onto my back.

“No, please!” I objected.

Suddenly the overhead light went on. The door slammed shut. “What the hell are you doing?”

It was my mom. Katrina turned to look up at her. “Nothing. Just a little kissing, that’s all.”

“Get out of that bed, now!”

Katrina sat up, looking defiant. “But Julie said she wanted me to.”

Catching my mother’s eye, I shook my head.

“I think you need to leave,” my mom said. “Pick up your dress and put it on, right now, then go downstairs. I’ll call you a cab so you won’t have to drive.”

“Oh, come on, it was nothing,” protested the younger woman. Then she turned to me. “Tell her, Julie. You didn’t mind, did you?”

I didn’t say anything, just pulled the sheet up higher, trying to cover myself.

“Tell your mother the truth. I came in here and you said you wanted me to get in bed with you.”

Now I was angry. How could she lie that way?

“That’s not true. I was asleep and you tried to force yourself on me. I didn’t like it at all.”

“Well, fine,” Katrina said, getting to her feet unsteadily. I think she must have been very drunk. My mom picked up her dress from the floor and handed it to her.

Then suddenly Katrina shifted gears. She arched her back, posing seductively. “Okay, I’m sorry. I promise I won’t do it again. But we can still have some fun tonight, can’t we?”

She stepped toward my mother, leaning in for a kiss. But my mom stopped her. “No, we can’t. I’m sorry, but it’s over. If I can’t trust you with my girls, that’s it.”

“But — but what about us?”

“There is no more us. That’s all. We’re through.”

Katrina walked slowly to my bedroom door, weaving a little. As she opened it, she turned and asked, “What about Molly?”

“No, definitely not. I’m sorry, Katrina, we can’t do that, or anything else, any more.”

That puzzled me. What did Molly have to do with it? Then they went out, my mother switching off the light and closing the door behind her.

I stayed in bed and waited to see what would happen. I could hear them talking, but I couldn’t really tell what they were saying.

After about fifteen minutes, a car pulled up and honked. That must have been the cab. I heard the front door open and close, and shortly after that, I heard my mother’s footsteps coming up the stairs.

She went down the hall first, apparently to check on my sisters, and then she came back to my room. She opened the door but didn’t turn on the light.

“Are you still awake, honey?” I heard her say.

“Yeah.”

“Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Okay.”

She switched on the little lamp by my bed and sat down beside me. “I’m sorry about all that, sweetie. It never should have happened. I’m sorry for — well, I’m sorry that I ever got involved that way with Katrina. It was a mistake, obviously. But what happened to you tonight, that was my fault, and I’m very, very sorry.”

“It’s okay, Mom.”

She brushed some hair back from my face. “No, it’s not okay. I have a responsibility to you, to protect you, and I let you down. It was a big mistake. But I promise I won’t ever let anything like that happen again.”

“I know.”

“You, I mean you and your sisters, the three of you, you mean more to me than anything else in the world. You know that, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And I, well, I was thinking about this downstairs, while we were waiting for the cab to come. I decided that from now on, I’m not ever going to let myself become interested in anything more with any of the women I meet than just having fun. Anyone I bring home, you know, to play our little game” — she grinned and I grinned — “that’s all it will be, just a game, just playing around. Nothing more serious. No emotional involvement.”

“Okay.”

“Are you glad to hear that?”

I nodded.

“I thought you might be,” she smiled. “You know, honey, I made a big mistake with Katrina, but I won’t do that again, I promise.”

Then she leaned down and gave me a big hug. I hugged her back. She kissed me softly on the lips, once, twice.

“Okay,” she whispered, “think you can get to sleep now?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

My mother hesitated for a moment, and then she said, “Why don’t you come and sleep in my bed tonight? Then you’ll know you’re safe and I’ll take care of you. All right?”

“Really?”

“Sure,” she nodded, patting my thigh. “Come on.”

I started to sit up, still completely naked. “Um, should I… put on some jammies or something?”

“You don’t have to put them on now,” she smiled, “but bring something with you that you can wear in the morning.”

“Okay.”

I went quickly to my bottom drawer and grabbed the first pair of pajamas I found. Then my mother and I walked down the hall to her room. She was barefoot but still wearing her beautiful purple dress, and I was wearing nothing.

A few minutes later, we were in bed together, with the lights out. We were both naked, and my mother was holding me. She was on her back and I was on my side, pressed up against her. She was stroking my hair.

“Mommy?” I said.

“Yes, honey?”

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

“Of course I do, baby. I think you’re a very beautiful girl.” She kissed my forehead.

“I know, but, um…” My head was resting on her chest. It was dark and I couldn’t see her nipples, but I knew they were very close to my face. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to kiss them.

“I mean, do you think I’m pretty the way you think, or thought, anyway, that Katrina was pretty? I mean, so that it would make you think, um…”

“Think what, sweetie?”

“You know, think that, um, that, like, I was pretty enough that you wanted to kiss me?”

“Oh. Well, sure, you know how much I like to kiss you. And part of the reason is because you’re such a pretty girl. Mostly it’s just because I love you so much, of course.” She kissed my forehead again.

“I love you too, Mommy.”

We laying like that for a while, just feeling close and holding each other. I wasn’t really ready to fall asleep yet. It was late, but I was very excited about being in my mother’s bed with her.

I guess she must have been excited about something too, because pretty soon I could tell that her other hand, the one that wasn’t holding me, was moving between her legs. She was masturbating!

Not long after I’d realized that she was touching herself, she whispered, “Julie?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you still awake?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I think I want to kiss you now.”

“Okay.”

She turned on her side, facing me, and her mouth found mine. Her lips were soft and moist and warm. Her tongue teased mine. My mother kissed me for several minutes, and she seemed to be getting more and more excited. She was breathing hard, her kisses increasingly urgent.

I wasn’t surprised when she rolled on top of me. I expected her to masturbate then, to rub herself while she kissed me, or possibly to straddle my chest as she had done before, using her fingers to make herself come right in front of my face. But she didn’t do either of those things. Instead, she kept kissing me, deeply and wetly, and she also began moving her pussy against me.

She was on top of me, her pussy very near mine, her breasts on my breasts. She was rocking herself up and down, up and down on me, like she was fucking me!

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly, as I thrust my tongue into her mouth. I could feel her hot, wet pussy on my belly, just above my slit. She was moving faster and faster now, breathing hard and moaning as we kissed. I could tell she was getting close.

When she broke the kiss for a moment, I said, “Fuck me, Mommy! Fuck me hard!”

“Oh, god, Julie, you get me so —” She kissed me again and immediately after that she started coming.

My mother groaned and panted as she climaxed on top of me. We kept kissing through most of it, although sometimes she had to pull away as her body convulsed with passion.

Finally she finished and went almost limp. She was still breathing hard, her skin hot and wet with sweat, but she was just laying on me, not moving otherwise.

I caressed her warm, slick back and kissed her neck. I was thrilled that my beautiful sexy mother would let me be so close with her and share so many exciting things with her. I loved her dearly.

“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy…” I whispered, between kisses. I was highly aroused too, of course, and I wanted to make myself come, but I couldn’t possibly reach my pussy with her on top of me, and anyway I really wanted to just savor the special post-orgasmic intimacy we were sharing at that moment.

Eventually she heaved a deep sigh and rolled off me, onto her back. She found my hand and squeezed it. “Thank you, baby, I really needed that,” she said softly.

“You’re welcome.”

We were quiet for a few moments, until I said, “Mommy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Is it okay if I, um, if I can, you know, have an orgasm too?”

“Of course it is, darling,” she chuckled. “How would you like to do it? Do you want me to kiss you while you’re touching yourself?”

“Well, I, um… is it all right if I do it, like, the way you just did it?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, on top of you, like you did.”

She paused for a moment, as if unsure how to respond. Then she said, “Sure, honey, if that’s what you want, I would love to have you come that way.”

“Good,” I said, and I positioned myself on top of my mom, pressing myself against her. It felt wonderful to have her under me like that, to feel her warm skin on the inside of my thighs and especially on my wet pussy. Suddenly, though, I wasn’t so sure I would be able to make myself come that way.

“I hope, um, I hope I can actually do it like you did. Well enough, I mean.”

“Of course you can,” my mother assured me, as she put her hands on my bottom. “You’re the hottest, prettiest, sexiest little girl, Mommy’s secret lover, and now I want you to come, little girl. Rub your pussy on me and make yourself come for me.”

Just hearing her say that was nearly enough to make me come, all by itself. She called me her lover! I began rubbing myself on her, rocking my pelvis up and down the way she had done. It took me a minute or two to find the best angle and the best speed, but pretty soon I was beginning to feel that special momentum building up inside of me.

“Mmm, yeah,” I sighed.

“That’s Mommy’s pretty girl, do it now, rub your little pussy on me and make yourself come.”

“Mommy?” I asked, as I started moving faster. “Am I your lover?”

“Yes, baby, you’re Mommy’s hot, sexy little lover.”

“I like it — when you — when you say that.” I was panting with exertion and arousal.

“Do you want to kiss me? Or… or if you want, you can touch my tits.”

“Can I? Really?”

“Sure you can, honey.” She took one of my hands and placed it over her breast. “Play with Mommy’s tits, baby, play with my nipples.”

And as she said that, she reached up and began to fondle my breasts! Oh my god, it was so amazing. It was like we were really having sex. We were touching each other’s tits and I was rubbing my wet pussy against her body. I could feel an orgasm coming very near. I leaned down to kiss her.

As our lips came together, and as I felt her tongue inside my mouth, and her hand on my breasts, and as I felt her hard nipple between my fingers, and as I pinched it and my mommy pulled down on my bottom with her other hand, forcing me against her — I started to come.

I had a long, wonderful, powerful, incredible climax, maybe the best I’d ever had up until then. The more I came, the slipperier my pussy was on her belly, and all that wetness made me come even more. I don’t know how long it lasted, but it was like being in heaven — at least, if there was a kind of heaven for girls who love having sex with their moms, that’s where I was.

When I finally was done, as the last shuddering spasm faded away, I collapsed on top of her. She held me, rubbing her hands on me, kissing me, calling me her hot little lover, and that’s the last I can remember of that night.

I must have fallen asleep that way, still lying on top of my mother.

Continue on to Chapter 23

By Naughty Mommy

Not long after I got home from school on Friday that week, the phone rang. It was my mother calling from her office to tell me that she was taking Katrina to dinner, so I could order a pizza later for me and my sisters to have for supper.

Katrina was going to meet my mom at our house at 6:30, and then they’d go out. I didn’t ask if I would be allowed to be with them later that night when they made love, which I was sure they would do, but I was definitely thinking about it, and just the possibility of seeing them both naked and having sex got me excited.

The other thing I thought about right away, of course, is that this would give me another opportunity to spend private time with Kate, after Molly went to bed. That was also very exciting.

Mommy got home at about 5:30 and started getting ready. First, though, she spent a few minutes with each of us, asking about our day, checking to see if we had any homework to do that weekend, and stuff like that. Then she went to her bedroom and when she came walking down the stairs a half hour later, my jaw dropped.

She was wearing a new dress I hadn’t seen before. It was purple and short and sleeveless, with a kind of a flower thing on the shoulder. With her long legs and a sexy pair of black heels, it made her look unbelievably hot, like a movie star or something.

“Wow!” called Kate from the sofa, where she was watching TV. “Mom, what a babe you are!”

“Mommy, you look so pretty!” Molly went running over from where I’d been working with her on a coloring book. When our mother reached the bottom of the stairs, Molly flung her arms around her.

“Oh, you girls are so nice to say that. It makes an old lady like me feel good to know that you think I’m pretty.”

“Pretty hot is more like it,” Kate told her.

It was funny that Kate would say stuff openly like that. She was never afraid, like I was so often, of what someone might think. She just said what was on her mind. That was another of the many things I liked about her.

As we were all complimenting my mother on her appearance, the doorbell rang. I answered it, and let Katrina in. Now it was her turn to be the subject of our admiration.

Her dress, which was kind of a shiny bronze color, was not nearly as short as my mom’s — it came to just above her knees — but it was silky and sexy and very low cut in the front, letting us see quite a lot of her beautiful breasts.

“Whoa,” raved Kate, “you guys are going to set the city on fire tonight!”

Molly ran over and gave Katrina a big hug, just the way she’d hugged my mom.

“You look just lovely, Katrina,” said my mother to the blonde. “What a beautiful girl you are.”

“Thank you. But no one could look beautiful next to you in that stunner of a dress. Turn around for me.”

My mother did a little pirouette, and as she spun, her dress flared out, giving us a quick flash of her splendid bottom. She was wearing a black thong.

“Uh-oh!” my mom laughed. “I guess I’ll have to be careful if we go dancing tonight.”

“Yeah, or if the wind starts blowing more than about two miles an hour,” joked Kate.

When they left, I walked out with them to my mother’s car (she drove a Mercedes, while Katrina had a Toyota, so that was an easy choice), to see if there was anything else my mom might want to tell me. But there wasn’t.

However, I did get a little squeeze from Katrina.

Knowing that she was coming over, I’d put on a very short dress myself. It was actually an old dress that I’d had for like three years. But that meant it now came to just barely below my bottom when I stood up.

When I’d opened the door for Katrina earlier, I’d seen her look down at my bare legs and lift her eyebrows, apparently appreciating what she saw. And now, as I walked between them toward the car, she reached her hand behind me under my dress and fondled my rear end. That gave me a nice thrill. Luckily, I don’t think my mom noticed, because she might not have liked it.

* * *

My sisters and I had already eaten our pizza before Katrina got there, so after they left, we could do whatever we wanted until bedtime. Molly and I did some more coloring together, then I played Barbies in her room with her, got her a few cookies as a treat, and finally read her a story before she went to bed at 9:00.

Kate watched TV for a while, then turned it off and was on the sofa looking at a magazine when I came downstairs after tucking Molly in.

“Hey,” I said, sitting down next to her. Barefoot, I tucked my legs in under me and faced toward her.

“Hey,” she answered, putting down her magazine and smiling at me.

I hesitated for a moment, not sure whether I should follow through on the impulse I was feeling, but then I did it. I leaned close to her and kissed her softly on the lips. It was just a short kiss, but certainly not the standard sort of a kiss between two sisters.

She smiled again when I pulled away from her and giggled a little. That made me giggle too.

“Do you want to go get in bed?” I asked her. “And talk about stuff like we did before?”

“Yeah, I do!” she nodded and grinned, her cute face aglow with eagerness. And we went upstairs.

As soon as we got to Kate’s room, I said, “Before we get in bed, would you do something for me?”

“Sure, what?”

“Um, you know that bathing suit you have, the one that’s yellow, and…”

“You mean my itty-bitty bikini?”

“Yeah.” It was the first bikini my mother had let Kate wear. She looked amazing in it. “Well, um, do you mind putting it on for me? I just want to see you in it.”

She looked puzzled for a moment, but then shrugged her shoulders and said, “Okay.”

I sat on the bed and watched as she retrieved the bikini from her bottom drawer, then pulled her t-shirt over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I felt an illicit thrill as I saw my little sister’s breasts again. They were so beautiful, just tiny mounds high on her chest, with small dark nipples, standing erect.

Kate turned to me and held out the top of the bikini. “Can you tie it for me?”

I got up from the bed. The suit was nothing more than a few triangles of cloth and strings. She positioned the top over her breasts and I tied it in the back for her and around her neck.

Then she pulled down her shorts and panties and stepped out of them. I was standing behind her, so I couldn’t get a good look at her pussy this time. But I stepped back a little to enjoy the view of her perfect little bottom.

As she tied the strings on the sides, she asked, “How come you want to see me in this?”

I didn’t know how to answer that. The truth, of course, was that it was just an excuse to see her naked, to ogle her body. I said, “Um, I don’t know. I just like that bikini, and your, I mean, the way you look in it. You look great in it.”

“Thanks,” she beamed at me. She put her hands on her hips and struck a sexy pose, something like a swimsuit model in a catalog.

“Nice,” I giggled.

Kate turned and admired herself in the mirror. “Yeah, I like this a lot. It makes me look almost grownup.”

“It does,” I agreed.

Then she turned toward me. “Do you want to try it on?”

“No, not tonight. Let’s just get in bed.”

“Okay, um, with jammies? Or…”

I shook my head. “Uh-uh. Naked, like last time, all right?”

“Sure,” she grinned at me as she started untying her bikini.

I pulled the little dress I was wearing over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra either, so all I had to do was slip out of my panties and I was nude. I slid into Kate’s bed and waited while she put the suit back in her drawer. Then she climbed in beside me.

Just as she was beginning to snuggle down under the covers, she stopped and said, “Do you want me to turn the light off?”

“Yeah, I guess maybe the overhead light. But turn on the little lamp, okay?”

“Right.”

My sister leaned over and switched on the small lamp on her bedside table, then bounced out of bed and dashed over to the wall switch by the door where she turned off the other light.

It was a joy to watch her lithe body moving naked across the room. I was feeling insanely happy at that moment and I couldn’t help but start to laugh. Kate caught the bug too.

By the time she got back in bed and we scrunched under the covers together, facing each other, we were both giggling madly, caught up in a nervous, excited, almost ecstatic fit of laughter.

When we calmed down a little, Kate asked, “So, are you still a lesbian?” And that set us off on another giggle fit.

“Of course I am, stupid,” I finally managed to say. “What about you?”

“I think so…” Then she grabbed my shoulder with her hand and put her forehead against mine, laughing again. “No, I mean I am. I know I am!”

“What makes you say you are for sure?” I asked, when we’d settled down enough.

“You know, just, the way I think. The people, I mean, the girls I like to look at. The ones that get me excited. You know.”

“Yeah, I know.” I looked at her lips. I wanted to kiss her.

“Julie, I’m so glad I can talk to you about all this.” She snuggled in closer to me. “There’s no one else in the whole world I would ever talk to about it.”

“What about Mommy? You could tell her.”

“I know I could. But, I mean, you told me about it first. So now I feel sort of safe with you.”

“Well, Mommy doesn’t have to tell you. Just look at her. Today she was kissing a hot sexy woman right in front of you.”

“I know,” Kate said. “That was awesome.”

“Do you like Katrina?” I asked.

“I don’t know, I guess… but there’s something… maybe it’s like I think Mommy deserves someone better than her, you know?”

“Yeah, she does,” I agreed. “Mommy deserves someone really special.” I was thinking that the someone really special she deserves is me, although of course I didn’t say that.

My sister sighed then, and rested her head on my shoulder. Except, since we were on our sides facing each other, my shoulder was really more like my chest. She was holding me, and looking straight down at my little boobs.

I put my hand on her back, rubbing her gently. Her skin was soft and warm.

We stayed that way for a minute or two.

I felt myself gradually becoming more and more excited. I was so used to fantasizing about situations like this that in my mind I immediately began picturing Kate moving down so she could kiss my tits and suck on my nipples. That thought made my nipples hard and my pussy wet. I wondered if Kate could tell how aroused I was.

After another minute, she raised her head to look at me. “Was there, like, anything special you wanted to talk about tonight?”

“Kind of. But, um…”

I was so excited by our level of intimacy, both physical and emotional, that I couldn’t stop myself from taking it to the next level. I whispered, “First, can I kiss you again?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, how I did before, on the sofa. Like that again.”

Her eyes were wide. “Do you really want to?”

“Yeah, I do.”

She pressed in even closer to me, until our lips were almost touching.

“Why do you want to kiss me?” she asked in a nearly inaudible whisper.

I licked my lips as I stared at hers. “Because I… I think you’re, you’re sexy… and I like sexy girls.”

That seemed to be what she wanted to hear. My sister melted into me, her mouth coming to mine, her lean warm body pressing against me. We kissed, but with our lips closed. I held her tightly, wanting never to let go.

When we finished, I asked, “Have you ever kissed a girl like that before?”

“Uh-uh. I’ve never kissed anybody like that before,” she giggled.

“Did you like it?”

“Yeah, a lot. You kiss nice.”

“So do you.”

I couldn’t believe I was here with her like this, holding my little sister’s naked body and kissing her! I wanted to do much more with her then, but I was too afraid to go any further.

I said, “Mommy likes kissing girls too. You know she’s having sex with Katrina, right?”

“Well, yeah, duh.”

“And did you know that she also kissed Melissa? That girl from Victoria’s Secret?”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. I saw them one night. It was right here, in our house. I was, um, I was asleep but I got up to go the bathroom and I saw them. They were in the family room, on the sofa, and they were kissing.”

“Oh, man, that’s awesome.”

“Yeah, it was.”

“Were they — did they do anything else?”

“Well, I… I watched them for a while,” which was true, “and then I went back to bed,” which was also true, although I’d left out quite a lot in between.

“That’s hot. I wish I could have seen it. You should have come in and got me up.”

“Okay, well, maybe if it happens again.”

“Did you like watching them?”

“Um, I, yeah, I did.”

“Did it make you want to kiss a girl too?”

I nodded. “Uh-huh.”

Kate smiled at me, a smile full of sexual possibilities. She put her mouth right next to mine and breathed, “Can we kiss some more now?”

We kissed again, but this time I opened my mouth slightly and touched her lips with my tongue. She pulled back suddenly.

“What was that?” she asked.

“That was my tongue,” I giggled. “Didn’t you know that’s how grownups kiss? You’ve seen them doing that in movies and on TV and stuff lots of times.”

“Yeah, but I never did it, and it seems weird.”

“I know, it does seem weird at first,” I told her, “but if you do it some more, you’ll really like it.”

“How do you know? Who else have you kissed like that? Do you have a girlfriend at school or something?”

“No,” I grinned at her, “I don’t have a girlfriend. But, um…”

I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t tell Kate that our mother had shown me how to kiss that way or tell her that I’d already kissed five or six other women and girls like that. I really wanted to tell her, but I knew I should wait and talk with Mommy about it first.

“It’s just, um,” I stammered. “You know, I’ve seen, uh, I was looking online and I found a YouTube video of girls kissing each other like that, and it looked really nice. And I thought that’s how I want to kiss somebody too.”

I hated to lie to her. This would have to change. I needed to talk with my mother about it as soon as I could.

Then I added, “And, also, you know, I saw Mommy and Melissa downstairs that night, and that’s how they were kissing, with their tongues and everything.”

“God, I wish I could have seen that.”

“It was hot.”

“I know,” said Kate. “Melissa is really cute, and Mommy is… um, Julie, do you think Mommy is pretty?”

“Of course. I think she’s the prettiest and sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Really? You do?”

“Uh-huh.”

My sister flopped onto her back, a big smile crossing her face as she looked up at the ceiling. “Oh man!” she exclaimed.

“What?”

“I’m so glad you said that. I thought I must be the only girl in the whole world who thinks her own mom is sexy.”

“I’ve always thought that,” I grinned. “But even more since — well, like, recently. She’s just so pretty and her body is totally great and all that. Except it’s not just how she looks, though, it’s also how she acts.”

“Yes!” Kate agreed. “I mean, there are a lot of other beautiful ladies, but she just has this, I don’t know, this attitude.”

“Uh-huh, and you know what else? It’s also because she’s so nice. I mean, she’s someone you like even more than if she was just good-looking. Do you know what I mean?”

“Yeah. Like someone you would want to love, to be in love with.”

Now I flopped onto my back too and stared at the ceiling. “Oh, god, Kate, I know! Sometimes I think I am in love with her. And then I think that’s crazy, she’s my own mom. But I can’t help how I feel. She’s just so nice and so gorgeous and so sexy.”

I turned onto my side, facing her. “Do you think that’s nuts?”

“No,” she turned to me, putting her forehead on mine. She seemed to like doing that. “No, it’s not nuts. Or if it is, we both are. I don’t see how anyone could not be in love with her.”

“Yeah,” I giggled. Then I said, “Do you think Katrina is in love with Mommy?”

Kate frowned, then shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. She’s kind of, um, she’s too much all about herself or something.”

“Do you think?”

She nodded.

“Good,” I said. “Because I want to keep Mommy just for us.”

Kate scrunched in closer to me. “We’re so bad, we’re evil,” she giggled. “We both want to love our own mother in a way like we were, you know, married to her or something. It’s, um, what’s that word? Incept?”

“You mean incest?”

“Yeah. What does that mean?”

“It’s when you have sex with someone in your own family. Your dad or your mom, or your brother or your sister.”

“With your dad? Or your brother? Yuck!”

“I know,” I giggled. Then I put my mouth right next to her ear and whispered, “But with Mommy, it’s okay, right?”

Kate squealed and grabbed me, laughing insanely. When she finally calmed down, she said, “I can’t believe you let me talk with you about all this stuff, Julie. You’re like the most awesome sister ever.”

“No, you are.”

“No, you are!!” She howled, almost delirious.

I started tickling her and she tickled me and we giggled and shrieked like a pair of silly adolescent girls.

When we finally settled down again, she asked, “But, um, you said incest was having sex, right? What about just loving, or, I mean, you know, being in love with your, like, your mother? Is that incest too?”

“I don’t know. But if you’re in love with someone, doesn’t that mean you want to make love with them?”

She put her head down to my chest and whispered, “Yeah.”

We stayed that way for a while, holding each other. I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of being naked in bed with my wonderful, sweet, smart, sexy little sister. When I looked at the clock again, it was almost 10:00.

“Kate?”

“Yeah?”

“You have to have lights out soon.”

“Okay.”

“But do you want to kiss a little more before that?”

She raised her head and looked into my eyes. “Yeah, I do.”

So, we kissed for another ten minutes or so, and this time she let me put my tongue in her mouth. At first she was tentative about it, but it didn’t take long for her to respond the same way, and soon we were kissing passionately and wetly with full open mouths.

I hated to have to end our make-out session that evening and leave my sister’s bed. I wanted to keep kissing her all night long, and do a lot more too. But I knew I shouldn’t do anything else until I talked with my mom about everything first.

Kate didn’t want to let me go. “Aw, can’t you stay a little longer? Just another few minutes?”

“No, I can’t.” I nuzzled her nose and then climbed out of bed. “If Mommy comes home and you’re still up, I might get in trouble. You know how she is about rules.”

“I know. But just kiss me once more.”

I was standing next to the bed, naked. My adorable sister was holding my hand and squeezing it tightly.

“Please?” she begged.

“Okay, but this is the last one.” I leaned down and we shared one more long wet kiss.

It was insanely hard for me to keep from doing more. I wanted so badly to touch her all over, to play with her little nipples, kissing them and sucking on them, then slide my hand down between her legs — and just as I was on the verge of being completely unable to stop myself, I pulled away from her and went to her bedroom door.

I was breathing hard and my nipples were painfully stiff. I hadn’t actually touched myself, but I knew my pussy was dripping wet. Somehow I managed to say, “Turn out the light and go to sleep now, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll try to anyway.”

“That’s good,” I smiled, then blew her a kiss. “Night.”

“Night.”

Once I was in my room, I got in bed and immediately began to masturbate. I closed my eyes and thought about kissing Kate, pretending she was there with me and imagining myself doing all the things I wanted to do with her. Then I fantasized that she and I were in our mother’s bed, and our mommy was touching us and kissing us, and we were all three making love together.

I made myself come again and again… and just as I was recovering from one of my many wonderful orgasms that night, I heard the garage door opening.

Continue on to Chapter 22