Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

That evening, after Kate and Molly had been in bed for a while, and when I was just getting ready to put down the paperback novel I was reading and turn off the light, my mother knocked on the door and looked into my bedroom. She was barefoot, wearing a short silk robe.

“Are you ready for bed, honey?” she asked, closing the door behind her.

“Yeah, I was just getting ready to go to sleep.” I was actually going to turn out the light and then masturbate before falling asleep, as I did almost every night, but I didn’t tell her that for some reason.

“Okay, let me tuck you in.”

I was sitting up in bed. I closed the book, set it next to the lamp on my bedside table, and laid down.

My mom leaned in close to me, kissing my lips and teasing my tongue. I could smell her perfume, the kind she knew I liked. I could also smell wine on her breath. She usually didn’t drink that much, but tonight she must have had an extra glass or two.

“I won’t keep you up for very long, but I just wanted to spend a few minutes with you, okay?” she whispered.

“Sure, of course.”

“Can I get in bed with you?”

“Yeah,” I smiled.

Returning my smile, she stood up and quickly slipped off the little robe, letting it fall to the floor. She was naked underneath.

Still standing, my mother held her breasts in her hands, as if displaying them for me. “What are you wearing?” she asked.

I pushed down the covers a little so she could see. “Just a t-shirt and undies.”

“Will you take them off for me?”

“Okay.” I sat up and started to lift the shirt over my head, but she took my arm and stopped me.

“No, I want you to stand up and take the shirt off for me very slowly, okay?”

“Slowly? You mean like a striptease or something?”

“That’s right.” She was holding her breasts again and caressing them.

“Okay.” I’d never been asked to do anything like that before — it would be fun!

I got up on the bed and stood for a moment, letting her look at me. Then I took the bottom of the t-shirt in my hands and starting lifting it up, very slowly. I kind of gyrated my body as I raised the shirt, hoping I looked sexy that way.

It seemed to be what my mom wanted to see. She was licking her lips and pinching her nipples.

I got the shirt almost up to my tits and paused, trying to build anticipation. Then I got the clever idea to turn around, so when I took my shirt off, she still wouldn’t be able to see my breasts.

With my back to my mom, I lifted the shirt over my head and tossed it away. I leaned over a little bit, still facing away from her, letting her see my bottom. I reached my hands behind and actually squeezed my butt cheeks. It felt so naughty!

Then I turned slowly back around, but with my hands now concealing my tiny boobs. I caressed my breasts, feeling the stiff nipples pressing into my palms.

My mother stepped closer to the bed. “Let me see your little titties, baby.”

I drew my hands gradually away from my breasts, allowing my erect nipples to peek out between my fingers. Then I dropped my hands to my side and stood proudly with my chest out. I loved knowing that I could excite my mom just by showing her my body.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, staring at my breasts. Then she looked at my crotch. “Now your little panties.”

I was wearing blue cotton undies with yellow and white flowers on them. I hooked my thumbs into the sides and began pulling them down, very slowly. I thought about turning around once more, but decided that would be too much. So I just let the undies slip down, a fraction of an inch at a time, revealing more and more of my pubis.

Finally some hair came into view. I had a few fine hairs now, but not much, just above my slit.

My mother was breathing hard. She had one hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy, the other hand still on her breasts.

I couldn’t help it. I did turn, but only to the side, about halfway. It just seemed so much sexier that way. I pushed my bottom out and let the panties slide down past it, then pulled them all the way down my legs. I stepped out of them, then turned back to face my mother, spreading my legs apart and thrusting my crotch forward.

My mom reached out and put her hands on my hips. She ran them slowly up and down my sides, almost up to my breasts, down to the back of my knees, and back up again to touch my bottom and squeeze it. Her fingers were warm and her touch felt urgent.

I shivered with excitement. My nipples were stiff and throbbing and my pussy was very wet. I wondered if she could see my moisture oozing out.

She stared at my crotch. Still holding my bottom, she took another step closer to me, her face only a few inches from me and just above my pussy. She slid one hand around and brushed her fingers over my belly.

Moaning in pleasure, I put my hands behind her head. I wanted to pull her to me, pull her face into my sex, have her lick me and make me come. But I didn’t dare.

My mom let her fingers slide down to touch my scant pubic hair. Would she go further? Would she touch my pussy lips, open them, put her fingers inside my slit? I wanted her to!

“Such a beautiful young girl… my beautiful sexy Julie,” she whispered. She kissed me softly, tenderly, on my tummy, then again a little lower, barely above my pubic hair, and then once more, just to the side, where my thigh met my crotch.

That was the last kiss she gave me in that area. I hoped there would be just one more, or many more, right between my legs. But that didn’t happen. Instead, she turned her head and rested her cheek on my mound, putting her arms around me, her hands squeezing my little bottom.

She held me that way for half a minute or so, then asked me to get down from the bed so she could kiss me.

When we kissed, I tasted the wine in her mouth, and I smelled her wonderful perfume, and I felt her hands caressing me, sliding up and down my naked body.

Then I felt something else. I felt her pussy, warm and wet against my thigh. Still kissing me, my mother had mounted my leg, holding one hand behind my hip, pulling me against her. She held me tight, one arm around my waist, her other hand under my thigh, her tongue thrusting into my mouth, matching the thrusts of her groin against my leg. It was almost as if she was fucking me!

I wasn’t sure if she could come like that. Standing up that way was a little awkward. But I loved the idea that she wanted me so much that she would rub her wet pussy right on my leg.

After a few minutes of kissing me and grinding herself against me, my mom broke the kiss but kept humping my leg. “Julie! Julie! Sexy Julie!” I heard her say.

A moment later, she pulled away. Putting her hand between her legs, she shoved two fingers up inside her cunt. “God you get me so hot — I have to come!”

I watched her fucking herself. I put my hand on my own pussy and started rubbing my clit. I was very wet, and I could see and hear how wet she was. I sat on the bed so I could see her better, my eyes at the level of her crotch.

“You want to watch me, baby?” asked my mother.

“Uh-huh.”

She stepped closer to me, her fingers and her wet pussy just in front of my face. I could smell her sex. She fucked herself hard for me. Then, as it seemed she was almost ready to come, she whispered, “Lie down on the bed. Lie down.”

And when I lay down, she climbed on top of me, on her hands and knees, but turned around — her pussy above my face and her face above my pussy. It was so exciting!!

“Rub yourself, baby,” she urged. “Rub your little pussy for Mommy.”

I put both hands between my legs, spreading my pussy lips open so she could see me, and started rubbing myself. My slit was very wet and hot. I teased the opening of my vagina, and slid my fingers up to my clitoris. I could come very quickly that way.

My mother’s cunt was right above my face. She had two fingers inside herself and was sliding them in and out, fast and hard.

“I want to watch you come, little girl, and I’m gonna come for you too. Tell me when you’re about to come.”

“Okay, Mommy.”

“Tell me you want to watch me come.”

“I want to see you come, Mommy, in front of my face. I want you… to fuck your pussy with your fingers and come for me.”

“Uh-huh, that’s right!”

“Fuck your pussy, Mommy, fuck your cunt with your fingers and come for me, right in front of my face.”

“Fucking god you get me so hot! I’m so close!”

“Mommy, I — now!!”

I hadn’t meant to come just then, or at least I had meant to give her more warning, but my climax suddenly arrived. All I could do was call out, “Now!!”

“Come for me, little girl, come for Mommy!”

I could hear my mother’s voice and I could feel her face, her cheek, against my thigh, but I couldn’t see anything because my eyes were closed. I knew she had an orgasm too, I could hear her groaning as she climaxed above me, but I wasn’t able to watch her.

A few moments later, though, I did feel her fingers on my lips.

As I came down from my climax, I felt her fingers on my lips and I smelled her pussy juice and I opened my mouth and I took her fingers inside — and then I felt her tongue licking my fingers between my legs and I turned my hand so she could suck my fingers into her mouth and we tasted each other.

That was so much like actually having sex that I instantly wanted — needed — to have another orgasm. I pulled my fingers from her mouth and put them back in my slit. I started rubbing myself very fast, and because I was still so hot from my previous climax, the next one came within seconds. I was coming again as my mother lay with her face between my legs, her cheek resting on my thigh, her eyes staring into my sex as I climaxed for her.

The second one was even more powerful than the first. It could be that I actually had three orgasms, or maybe more, because while I was in the middle of the second one, I was thinking about what we had just done together — looking at each other’s pussies, climaxing, and licking each other’s fingers — and that seemed so much like having lesbian sex with my hot mother that I just kept on coming.

The world seemed to go away for a while. All that mattered was that I was climaxing. I was touching myself, giving myself pleasure. I was having sex with myself. But not only with myself. Because there was another person there, a woman, my mother, and I could feel her warm skin next to mine. I came again and again.

When I was finally finished, I opened my eyes and found that I was looking at my mother’s face. She smiled. Her lips were close to mine. She kissed me gently.

After we kissed a few times, she brushed the hair from my forehead — my face was sweaty from all that excitement — and smiled at me again. “My dear, darling little Julie. I came in here tonight because I wanted to see you naked and masturbate with you and make myself come, and then you ended up being the one who had multiple orgasms.”

I giggled, “Sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

My mom nuzzled my nose and kissed me again. “I love it,” she said. “I love being with you this way. I love that you are so open to being a sexual person, and that you can make yourself come so easily. I love that about you. Well, I love everything about you, because I love you, my sweet little girl.”

I put my arms around her and hugged her. “I love you too, Mommy.”

“Okay, now it’s time for you to get some sleep. School tomorrow.”

“All right.”

She slid out of bed and picked up her silk robe from the floor, slipping it on. “Good night, darling.”

“Good night, Mommy.”

When she closed the door, I turned on my side, intending to go to sleep.

But I couldn’t fall asleep. My mind kept replaying what had just happened between us, and when I came to the part where my mother was licking my fingers while they were still between my legs, touching my pussy, and when I thought how that was almost like she was licking my pussy, I became very excited again. I turned onto my back and started masturbating.

This time I did something I hadn’t done before, something I’d never thought of.

As I was touching myself, when my fingers were wet from sliding up and down in my juicy slit, I would lift that hand to my mouth and lick my fingers, and at the same time I would put my other hand down there and rub myself some more, getting even wetter. I kept going back and forth, switching hands, licking my fingers and rubbing myself. But what made it especially erotic for me was that I pretended that when my mommy was in my bed earlier and she was licking my fingers, that she was not only licking my fingers but licking my pussy too, opening my pussy lips, sucking my clit, putting her tongue inside my slit, tasting me, putting her mouth over my vagina, kissing me there, sliding her tongue inside me.

I came several more times that way, too many times to count. And even then I wasn’t through.

I turned over onto my stomach and imagined that after my mommy licked me that way and I came in her mouth, that I then got on top of her, spreading her pretty legs apart and putting my pussy right on hers. I put my hands on her tits, I kissed her, and I fucked her. I fucked her hard with my cunt, making her come under me. I made her come over and over again as I fucked her — and of course that fantasy made me come over and over again in my bed as I rubbed my little pussy with my fingers, masturbating while I fantasized about having lesbian sex with my mother.

A long time later, when I was done, spent, exhausted, I glanced at the clock. It was well past midnight. Okay, I thought, I might be a little tired tomorrow morning… but I didn’t mind. It was worth it.

I soon fell fast asleep.

* * *

That was an unusually late night for me, and I was tired the next day, but it was worth it. Still, I didn’t want to get into the habit of staying up past midnight on school nights. I knew that could affect my grades eventually, and I was too proud of my unbroken record of straight A’s to allow that to happen.

My usual practice during the school year was to get ready for bed around 9:00, brush my teeth and everything, then read a book in bed until 10:00 or so, when I would turn out the light. Then I could spend some time, up to an hour if I felt like it, thinking about my sexual fantasies and touching myself in the dark. Sometimes I would go to sleep earlier and sometimes a little later, but as long as I was normally asleep by about 11:00, I’d get plenty of rest before my alarm went off at 7:00 the next morning.

After what had happened with my mom on Sunday night, I had a lot of things to think about that week after turning out the light. That was definitely the closest we had yet come to actually having sex, and it was something I couldn’t get out of my mind, nor did I want to. I thought about it every night, and I had plenty of orgasms as I recalled the way she had humped her pussy against my leg, and the way she had fucked her cunt with her fingers right in front of my face, and the way she had licked my fingers while they were still in my slit.

But my mother wasn’t the only person I fantasized about. I also thought about Kim, the trainer from Sea World, and how cute she was, and what a great body she had, and the sexy way she had rubbed her tits against mine while my mom was licking her pussy — and the amazing way she had actually come on my face while she fucked herself with her fingers.

I thought a lot about Melissa, too, and how nice she was to me, and how soft her skin was, and how much I wanted to touch her and kiss her everywhere. Sometimes I thought about some of the pretty girls I knew at school, or about the really pretty ones I didn’t know very well but wished I did — especially Madison, the tall sexy eight-grader with the amazing body. I fantasized about being alone with her and kissing her and taking off her clothes and touching her.

But the one person I thought about more than anyone, besides my mother that is, was my sister Kate.

I kept thinking about how nice it had been to be with Kate that time in her bed, the two of us naked, huddling close to each other under the covers, talking about sex. I thought about how much I liked her body, her long slim legs, her perfect tiny tits, her adorable smile, and her almost hairless pussy.

Sometimes I wondered if it was normal for a girl my age, or any age, to have sexual fantasies about her little sister, but then I would get so excited when I pictured Kate being naked and touching herself while I watched her that I made myself come again and again and I didn’t care if it was normal or not. Besides, as my mom had said, my fantasies were my own business and no one else’s.

Continue on to Chapter 21

By Naughty Mommy

I woke up around 9:30 the next morning, took a quick shower, put on a pair of boxers and an old t-shirt, then puttered around in my room for a while before going downstairs to get something to eat. When I came into the kitchen I found my mom drinking coffee with…… Katrina!!

They were sitting at the breakfast table along with Molly, who was eating a bowl of Fruity Pebbles. Katrina was wearing a pair of my mom’s running shorts and a loose yellow tank top. She was barefoot, and it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra, so I had to conclude that she’d spent the night.

Wow! I was really surprised, but I tried to be nonchalant about it.

My mother, who was wearing a nice silk robe, introduced me to Katrina — or pretended to introduce me, since I’d met her the night before in my mom’s bed. I sat down with them at the table, trying to digest this new information.

Did it mean my mom had a girlfriend now? Did it mean Katrina was going to be her permanent or at least semi-permanent lover? I wasn’t sure yet how I would feel about that. The woman seemed nice enough, although I hadn’t got to know her much other than sexually.

But if there was going to be someone new and special in my mother’s life, I worried that she might then have less time to spend with me, and I was afraid that would make me jealous.

While I was pondering all this, my mom got up from the table, brought me a glass of orange juice, and kissed the top of my head. “Are you hungry, sweetie? Want me to make you something? Pancakes, french toast, eggs, you name it.”

I smiled at her as she ruffled my hair. “Thanks, Mom, I think I’ll just have some cereal, and maybe, um, a piece of toast.”

“Okay, pick out whatever cereal you want and I’ll fix your toast.”

Katrina looked kind of tired — I had no idea how long they’d stayed up after I went to bed — but she really was very pretty. She’d put on some fresh makeup and her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She had the most beautiful skin, and I just loved her blue eyes. They were almost, like, aqua or something.

She noticed me staring at her eyes and smiled. “How old are you, Julie?” That was funny, because I had told her my age the night before.

“I’m 12,” I said. She winked at me as though we were sharing a private joke. I winked back at her.

A few minutes later, as I was working on my second piece of toast, Kate came into the kitchen. She stopped when she saw a stranger there.

“Good morning, precious,” said my mom, giving Kate a kiss on the cheek. “Do you want something to eat? Oh, wait, let me introduce you. Kate, this is Katrina. Katrina, my daughter Kate. She’s 10.”

“Hello, Kate,” said Katrina, cheerfully.

“Um, hi,” mumbled Kate.

“Sit down, sweetie, and let me get you a glass of juice,” my mom told her. Molly had already finished eating and had gone up to play in her room, so Kate took the chair she’d been in.

As she sat down, my sister caught my eye, raised her eyebrows and nodded slightly toward my mother. I gave her a little smile, as if to say, ‘Yep, you were right about her’.

My mom kept offering to cook something for us, but nobody wanted anything special. Kate had cereal, and Katrina just drank coffee. We chatted pleasantly, though not about anything important.

When I was finished, I got up to go to my room and put on some nicer clothes. As I was buttoning my favorite pink blouse, which I was wearing with a new pair of jeans, my mother knocked on the door and came into my room. She sat on my bed, crossing her legs. The silk robe came open, revealing her long, beautiful legs.

She may have been my mother, but she was also a very sexy woman, and I often felt myself becoming aroused when I looked at her body. She saw me staring at her legs and smiled.

“Did you sleep okay last night, baby?”

“Yeah, great.”

“And did you have a nice time before then?”

“Really nice.” I’d finished buttoning my blouse, so I sat on the bed beside my mother. I put my hand on her bare thigh and rested my head on her shoulder. I loved her very much, and I wanted her very much.

“Katrina’s getting ready to leave,” she told me. “She taking a shower first, in my bathroom. Do you think you like her?”

“I guess. I don’t really know her very well, though.”

“No, I suppose you don’t.” She stood up, taking my hand. “Why don’t you come with me to my room, and maybe you’ll have a chance to talk a little more with her before she goes.”

When we entered my mom’s bedroom, Katrina was just coming out of the bathroom. She was naked, with a towel wrapped around her hair. She looked stunning. Her breasts were almost unbelievably perfect, full and round with pointed nipples, her legs long, slender, and smooth. Her pussy was completely shaved, pink and inviting.

If I had been excited by looking at my mother’s legs a few minutes earlier, now I was even more excited. Was it possible, I hoped, that we could have sex again right now, the three of us, even though my sisters were both awake? I seriously doubted that would happen, but I could still feel myself getting wet.

“Ah, that’s a lot better,” said Katrina, as she took the towel off her head, shaking her hair out. It was only wet on the ends, so apparently she hadn’t shampooed it. “Very refreshing.”

She picked up a pair of silky white tap pants and stepped into them. Then she began putting on a strapless white bra. She turned to me, “Will you do this up for me, honey?”

“Sure.”

I went to her and hooked the bra behind her back. She smelled clean and sexy. Her perfume was something exotic, like the scent of a tropical island.

As she sat down to pull on a pair of white pumps, she said, “Julie, do you know that when I was a little girl, younger than you, my mother used to get in bed with me every night and play with me?”

I wasn’t sure what to say, so I didn’t say anything.

“She did. My sweet mommy would come in at night and get in my bed and she would put her hands on me and kiss me and play with me. She taught me how a woman likes to be touched. She showed me how to lick her nipples and how to put my fingers in her pussy and everything.”

She took my hand and looked into my eyes, “Does your mommy get in bed with you at night sometimes and play with you?”

I glanced again at my mother and she nodded that it was okay for me to answer honestly.

“Yeah, she does. It’s, um, it’s nice,” I blushed.

“Yes, it is, of course it is,” Katrina said. “Mommies should love their little girls. But you’re 12 already, right? Do you know how old I was when my mom first got in my bed at night and started playing with me?”

I shook my head.

“I was 7 years old,” she said. “I was 7.”

That surprised me. I briefly tried to imagine my mother getting in bed with Molly, who’d just turned 8. And it surprised me even more when that mental image made my pussy start to tingle.

“From when I was 7 until I was almost 16,” the woman continued, “my mom used to come to my room almost every night. Later I got stupid and told her I wanted her to stop. But now she’s gone and I don’t have a mommy to love me any more.”

I thought she might start to cry.

“And I don’t have a sweet little girl to play with, either, like your mommy does.”

Sighing deeply, Katrina stood and went to my mother’s vanity. Dressed only in the tap panties, bra, and high heels, she looked incredibly seductive. She pulled a brush through her hair a few times and checked her makeup in the mirror, then put on some dangly earrings.

“You’re very pretty, Julie. I like you,” she said.

“Um, I like you too.”

“Would it be all right if I got together with your mother again, and then maybe you can play with us some more, like last night?”

“Sure, anytime.”

Katrina turned to me and smiled. “I like being around little girls, especially very pretty and sexy girls like you.”

Walking to my mother’s closet, she took a pale pink dress from a hanger. It was strapless and lacy, very girly. She unzipped the dress and stepped into it, then asked me to zip it up in the back.

After checking her face in the mirror one more time, she gave me a long kiss, using lots of tongue. She kissed my mother, too, the same way, and then we left the room.

Katrina stopped by Molly’s bedroom to say goodbye. My baby sister got up from the floor where she was playing with her Barbies and gave the woman a big hug.

“Come and see me again real soon, okay?” Molly said, wrapping her arms around the woman’s waist. I thought that was strange since they had seen each other only briefly at breakfast. But then Molly was a happy and loving child, so maybe that explained it.

The young blonde kissed her on the head. “I promise I will.”

We went downstairs to the family room, where my other sister was watching TV.

“Bye, Kate, it was nice to meet you,” called Katrina, waving.

“Bye,” said Kate.

At the front door, my mother and Katrina kissed one more time, and then she was gone. Closing the door, my mom turned to me with a big smile. She seemed very happy.

Mom took Kate out to lunch a little later, and then they went shopping for clothes together. Kate got a nice new jacket and a couple of shirts. My mom bought herself a gorgeous white dress, very short and sexy. She tried it on for us when they got home, and we all told her she looked fantastic in it. Kate modeled her jacket and shirts too, and Molly and I agreed that they looked really cute on her.

Taking Kate out for lunch and shopping that day, just the two of them, was the kind of thing my mother often did with us, and still does. She treats each of her daughters as if we are unique and special, which to her we are without any doubt. I loved her for it when I was younger and now that I’m getting older (practically 18!), I’m amazed at how committed she has always been to us, making each of us know how much we are cherished and valued.

Anyway, that afternoon around 4:30, my mom came to my room. I was putting away some clean clothes that I’d just washed (when we turned 10, each of us were taught to do our own laundry).

“Hey sweetie,” she said, sitting on my bed. “Last night I promised that you and I could spend some time together today. So, how about if we go out for a little while now. We can go downtown and walk around a little — it’s really nice out — and then we’ll have dinner someplace together. Okay?”

“That sounds great, Mom. Do you have someone coming over to watch Kate and Molly?”

“No, I think Kate’s old enough now that she can take care of Molly for a little while. We should be back by 8:00 or so.”

“Okay, cool.”

My mother went to her room and put on the dress she’d just bought, matching it with a green belt and a gray suit jacket. She looked sensational.

Inspired by her outfit, I dashed up to my own room to change from my jeans and blouse into a short skirt and a tight sleeveless top along with a little cardigan sweater. When I came downstairs and my mom saw me, she said I absolutely had to be the prettiest 12-year-old girl in the whole world. That made me feel great!

My mother was right, it was a really nice fall day, sunny and still fairly warm. I’d been doing chores and hadn’t been outside yet.

We drove downtown and parked, then walked around for a while, holding hands. It felt so nice to me, as if we were lovers.

When my mom noticed a blonde woman in a short dress and heels sitting on a bench, showing lots of leg, she stopped and said, “Julie, check that out. Not bad, huh?”

“Wow, yeah, you’re right,” I agreed. “Not bad. Except…”

“Except what?”

“Well, um, how old do you think she is?”

“It’s hard to tell from here, but I would guess around 28 or so. Maybe a little older.”

“Yeah. See, I think what I like to look at more is younger girls, you know, teenagers and stuff.”

“So, you’re not interested in old babes like me, right?”

“No, Mommy, not you!” I squeezed her hand. “I think you’re prettier and more beautiful than any of them. I really do!”

“Oh, that’s sweet, honey.” She wrapped her arm around my shoulder and gave me a hug, kissing me on the forehead. I put my arm around her waist as we started walking again.

Not much further along we saw a younger girl, maybe 18 or 20, wearing really short denim shorts with sandals and a red top. She had nice legs.

“How about her, is she more your type?” asked my mom.

“Yeah, she is. I like her legs. Her skin looks really nice too.”

“Yes, it does.”

“That’s one of the things I like about Katrina, her skin I mean,” I told her. “It’s just so smooth and beautiful. And her legs are great. Well, everything about her. She’s really good looking.”

“She sure is, and she’s an amazing lover too,” commented my mother.

We walked some more, holding hands again, and then I said, “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course you can, honey. You can ask me anything.”

“Well, um, when you say someone is a good lover or not a good lover, what does that mean? What is it they do different? I’m just curious.”

She squeezed my hand. “That’s a good question. It’s a little hard to define, I suppose. But maybe for me what it means is that someone takes the time to find out what pleases her partner the most. She pays attention to how her lover is responding to what she’s doing. She is just as interested in giving pleasure as in getting it. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, it does.” I thought for a few minutes, and then I added, quietly, “I hope I’ll be a good lover someday.”

My mom stopped walking and gave me a big hug. She kissed my cheek. “Oh, sweetie, I know you will be. Already you’re such a kind and considerate and thoughtful person. That’s what makes the difference. You will be a wonderful lover, I promise you.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

As we started walking again, mother asked, “Are you getting hungry yet?”

“Yeah, a little,” I told her.

“Okay, I know a nice little place not far from here. It’s just around the corner from my office.”

We slowed down when we spotted a young woman wearing an extremely short red dress, or a jumper or something. She was talking on her cell phone. She had great legs and you could see everything, I mean all of her legs, practically up to the crotch.

My mother changed our path so we would pass near her as we crossed the street, and I got a nice look at her.

When we got to the restaurant, the owner greeted us. Apparently, he knew my mother. They were busy, but he told us he would make sure we got a table as quickly as possible.

I didn’t mind waiting because it gave me (and my mom) a chance to check out the other people who were waiting.

I immediately pointed out a very pretty young woman, in her early twenties, I guessed, who was sitting in a chair. She was wearing kind of a knit dress, and it was really short, showing off her gorgeous legs.

“Mom, how about that one right there?”

“Mmm, very nice, Julie. I could really go for some of that.”

“Me too,” I agreed.

My mother giggled when I said that and tickled my tummy. That made me start laughing too.

“Look at you,” she said, “only 12 years old, and here you are out in public talking about wanting to have sex with the women you see.”

“Guess who I learned it from,” I teased.

“I know, you’re right,” she grinned. “Hey, look over there. I see another one you might like.”

My mom indicated a slender brunette wearing a very short black dress with see-through lace sleeves. She also had great legs.

Just then the owner came over and told us there was a table ready for us. I was pleased that the way he led us went right past the woman in the black dress. And actually, as we got closer, I could see that she was really more of a girl than a woman, maybe only 17 or 18 years old. She was really sexy.

Unfortunately the table he gave us was not anywhere close to that girl, and the other diners near us weren’t anything special to look at either. But where we were seated was a quiet spot, sort of private and exclusive. My mother must have had some kind of influence, I gathered.

We ordered our dinners and our drinks (my mom had wine, I had ginger ale), and then she sat back in her chair and looked at me. “So, you like your girls to be young, huh?”

I smiled, blushing, “Yeah, I guess.”

“Just how young do you like them?”

“I don’t know, like I said before, teenagers. You know, or maybe, like, kind of around my age.” I looked down, feeling a bit ashamed for some reason.

My mother reached over and took my hand, squeezing it. “Honey, I don’t want you to be embarrassed or to feel there’s anything wrong about being turned on by little girls your own age. That’s perfectly normal.”

“It is?”

“Of course it is. It’s natural, when you start having sexual feelings, to be interested at first in those who are around the same age as you. In fact, the truth is that there are plenty of adults who are interested in girls your age too. You must have noticed when we were walking earlier that a lot of the pretty women — and the men too, although, I know that doesn’t matter to you — were looking at you.”

“They were?”

“Yes, they were. Maybe you don’t actually notice it yet, but if you are an attractive girl, and you are very attractive, Julie, you will get a lot of looks from both men and women. It doesn’t matter that you’re only 12.”

I thought for a minute, and then I said, “So, it’s okay for me to look at girls who are like, um, 12 or 11 or maybe even 10, and, and, you know, to… to think about them?”

She squeezed my hand more tightly. “You mean to have sexual fantasies about them?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, blushing again. She’d said I shouldn’t be embarrassed about it, but that was hard.

“Yes, it’s fine, honey. Your fantasies are your business and no one else’s. And you might be surprised to find how common it is for, well, for lots of people to have fantasies about girls who are your age, or even younger. When you and I play our game with the women I bring home, or when we’ve had fun with girls like Kim from Sea World, or Melissa and Tracy from Victoria’s Secret, you’ve seen how excited they get from being close to you or watching you when you’re naked and touching yourself.”

Thinking about that made me smile. It made my nipples get hard too.

I wasn’t wearing a bra, so I lifted my hand as if to push some hair from my face, and brushed my arm over my nipple on the way up and back. That felt really nice. Then I remembered that when we were walking before, my nipples had been hard too — even though it was a nice day, the fall air was cool enough to make them stiff — and that might have been part of the reason I’d been getting some looks.

My mother smiled at me and looked down at my nipples. “You’re a very attractive girl, Julie, and very sexy.”

Now my nipples were really hard, and my pussy was getting wet too. I loved it that my mom thought I was sexy.

She looked at me a moment longer, her gaze going from my face, to my nipples, then back to my face, and to my mouth. She licked her lips. I thought for a second she might try to kiss me, even though we were in a public place, in a restaurant… but just then the waiter brought our food.

As we were eating, she asked, “What did you think about what Katrina told you this morning?”

“About, um, you mean that stuff with her mother and everything?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I don’t know. But it seemed to kind of make her sad.”

“Yes, it did. But when she told you that her mother got in bed with her starting when she was only 7, and taught her how to please a woman sexually, what did you think about that? Do you think it was wrong of her mother?”

“I don’t know.” Then I smiled. “But, honestly? I thought it was kind of exciting to hear about it.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, I…” I was going to tell her that I’d briefly imagined her getting in bed with Molly and that was what especially aroused me, but then I changed my mind. “I think it’s okay, I guess. I mean, if the mommy really loves her little girl and everything.”

My mother put her hand under the table and touched my leg. My skirt was short, and she slid her hand gently up my thigh and caressed it. I felt my pussy getting wet again.

“Mommy, you’re getting me all excited,” I whispered anxiously.

She gave my leg a little squeeze, then took her hand away. “I know, I can’t help it. You’re just so cute, and when I look at you, I…” Now she was blushing.

She cleared her throat and went back to eating her dinner. After a couple of minutes, she said, “You know how when you and I are with someone, in bed, and I’m making love with them, sometimes they’ll ask if they can kiss you or touch you, and then you know what I always say, right?”

“Kissing is okay, but no touching.”

“Exactly. Well, Julie, that rule is not only for the other women, but for me too. Because sometimes… I love kissing you, it makes me very excited, and then I… well, maybe this is not the place to talk about it.”

By now, my pussy was dripping wet. My mom was telling me — I think she was saying she wished she could have sex with me! Anyway, I hoped that was what she was saying.

We finished our dinner and drove home. In the car, on the way, she put her hand on my thigh, and I put my hand on hers. That made me feel again like we were already lovers.

Continue on to Chapter 20

By Naughty Mommy

The phone rang, waking me.

I sat up in bed and looked at the clock. It was 11:15. I’d fallen asleep without realizing it.

Jumping out of bed, I ran downstairs to answer the phone, naked as can be.

“Hi, sweetie.” It was my mother.

“Hi, Mom,” I yawned, stretching.

“Did I wake you up?”

“Um, yeah, but that’s okay.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. But listen, I’ve got good news, or at least I hope you’ll think it’s good news. I’m bringing someone home tonight.”

She waited for me to respond.

“Okay,” I said at last. “Good.”

“Do you want to play our game again?”

Finally I was waking up. “Yeah, definitely! Is she pretty?”

“Very pretty. So, here’s what I want to do tonight. You go get in my bed, and we’ll meet you there, okay?”

In her bed?? That was a new twist!

“Okay, but, um, should I put something on? I, uh, I’m not wearing anything now.”

“Ooh, you mean you’re talking to me naked on the phone?”

“Yeah,” I giggled.

“That’s sexy. But no, don’t put anything on. Just go get in my bed, naked, and wait for us there. We’ll be home in another half hour or so. Leave the lights out, but the door open, all right?”

“Okay, Mom.”

“Did everything go okay with the kids? Getting them to bed, I mean?”

“Yeah, no problem. Everything’s fine.”

“Good. You’re the greatest, Julie. My smart, sexy, grownup seventh grade girl.”

I smiled, not sure which part of the compliment I liked best. Being smart, sexy, and grown up were all good things!

“I love you, sweetie. See you in a little while.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

I hung up the phone and stood there for a minute, absorbing this new development. Then I began to worry that the ringing sound might have awakened Molly or Kate too.

I went back upstairs, grabbed a robe from my closet, and checked on my sisters. They were both still fast asleep. I took off the robe and left it on my bed, then went to my mother’s room and got into her bed.

The sheets were cold, making my nipples hard. I crossed my arms, putting my hands over my breasts, pulled up my knees and hugged myself. I shivered a bit, but I was wide awake now — how exciting this was!

It had been quite a while since my mom brought anyone home so we could play our game. The last one was Melissa, in August, more than two months before. And now, instead of just watching from the railing above the room, I would be right in bed with them.

That made me think about Kim. She was the first one I’d actually been in bed with. I hoped that whoever my mom was bringing with her tonight would be just as pretty as Kim, and just as sexy.

I tried to figure out what I should do when they got there. My mother hadn’t given me any instructions other than just to get in bed, naked, with the lights out. Was I supposed to say or do anything when they came in? I wasn’t sure. I decided I would just have to wait and see what happened.

The time seemed to pass very slowly, too slowly. My eager anticipation made waiting difficult. I turned from side to side, bringing up different images of women in my mind, wondering if this new one would be a blonde, a brunette, a redhead… would she be a young girl, maybe a teenager, or an older woman, like my mom? How much would I be allowed to do with her? Kiss her? Touch her? I wanted to know!

When I finally heard two cars drive up, I got even more excited. I looked at the clock by the bed. It was 11:38 — which meant I had been waiting less than twenty minutes, though it had seemed like forever. That made me giggle.

I turned on my side to face the door. I wanted to see them when they came in. I’d left the hall light on but the bedroom was dark, as my mother had requested.

There were faint sounds of conversation from below, then a long silence. Were they kissing or something? I didn’t want to miss any of the fun!

After a few more minutes, I heard them coming up the stairs. When they got to the hall, they paused briefly, probably so my mom could look in on the girls. Then they were coming toward the end of the hall, to my mother’s bedroom.

I was laying under the covers on the far side of the bed, scrunched down so only my eyes peaked out. Just before they came in the door, the hall light went out. Darn! Now I wouldn’t be able to see as well.

Two figures walked into the room. My mom was first. I recognized her and smelled her familiar sweet perfume. She whispered something I couldn’t hear to the other woman. It looked like they were both wearing just their underwear, although I wasn’t sure.

The door was closed and they moved around for a minute or so, maybe putting their clothes down or something, and then my mom pulled up the sheet on the other side of the bed from me, and got in. She moved to the middle of the bed and the other woman climbed in next to her. Just before my mother turned to take the woman in her arms and start kissing her, she reached out to me, found my leg, and gave me a gentle squeeze.

I waited and listened. I couldn’t really see anything, but I could hear their soft moans and the wet sounds of their lips and tongues as they kissed. That lasted a few minutes, and then my mother turned onto her back and the woman began kissing and licking her breasts, then sucking on her nipples. Again my mother’s hand reached out to touch my thigh. She left it there this time, stroking my leg as the other woman sucked on her nipples.

The woman, I could see, was a blonde. She smelled really nice and appeared to be pretty. I couldn’t tell how old she was, but maybe in her twenties.

She seemed to like my mother’s breasts a lot. For a long time she went back and forth from nipple to nipple, licking and kissing and sucking them as my mom petted her hair and sighed with pleasure. All that time she was laying on my mother’s side, on the opposite side from me, but then she started to get on top of her. My mom spread her legs, and I had to shift a little to give her room. The woman laid on top of my mother and kissed her.

“Mm, you have such a sweet mouth,” I heard her say to my mom. They kissed some more as the woman began moving her body, rocking her pelvis to press her pussy against my mother’s.

My mom removed her hand from my thigh so she could grab the woman’s bottom with both hands, pulling their naked bodies together. Then the blonde reached down under my mother’s thighs, lifting them up and holding them out as she sat up, throwing the covers back. That’s when she saw me.

The woman gasped, obviously surprised.

“It’s okay,” said my mom. “It’s only my daughter.”

“Your — your daughter?”

Even in the dim light, I could see that the woman was smiling.

“Really? How old is she?”

“She’s 12.”

“Wow. That’s awesome.”

My mother sat up too. She took the woman’s face in her hands and kissed her lips.

“She loves to watch. It excites her,” she said, “and it excites me too. I like having her watching me as I kiss a beautiful woman like you.”

She kissed her again, opening her mouth this time and using her tongue.

The woman returned the kiss, then put a hand down between her legs, touching herself as she looked at my naked body. I was on my back with one hand over my small breast, fondling it.

“Damn, this is hot,” she said. “What’s your name, sweetie?”

“Julie.”

“Hi, Julie, I’m Katrina.”

“Hi.”

“Are you really only 12 years old?”

“Uh-huh.”

The woman chuckled. “It’s nice to meet you, Julie. Now I’m going to fuck your mother.”

I laughed and my mother did too.

Katrina had my mother lie on the bed, and pushed her thighs apart. She took a moment to lift my leg over my mom’s, so my crotch would be more exposed. Then, with her eyes on mine, the pretty blonde put her face down to my mother’s pussy and began licking her.

“Oh my god that’s so nice,” my mom sighed. Her hands were behind Katrina’s head, holding her face against her cunt. Her eyes were closed.

I reached down between my legs with both hands, spreading my pussy lips apart and rubbing myself.

After licking my mom for a few minutes, Katrina slowly put a finger inside her as my mother groaned. Then the woman sat up and began sliding her finger in and out. She held her other hand over her own breast, squeezing it and pinching the nipple. She looked at me.

“Are you touching yourself?” she asked.

“Yes, I am.”

“Does it get you hot to see me fucking your mom’s pussy with my finger?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

Katrina smiled and licked her lips as she watched my fingers moving between my legs. Then she lowered her face again to my mother’s cunt.

She fucked my mother with her finger harder and faster while she licked her clit, and soon my mom was coming. That made me come too.

My orgasm was intense and I had to close my eyes, even though I wanted to keep watching.

When I opened them again, I saw that Katrina was looking at me. She was laying with her cheek on my mom’s wet pussy.

She whispered to me, “I made your mommy come in my mouth.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And did you come too, while you were watching us?”

“Yeah, I did,” I smiled.

“That’s a good little girl. Such a good little girl. Now do you want to watch me fuck your mommy’s cunt with my cunt?”

I nodded eagerly.

The blonde blew me a kiss, then mounted my mother.

I got up on my knees to watch. I had never seen this so close, a woman fucking another woman.

Katrina liked it that I was showing so much interest. “You want to look at your mommy’s pretty pussy, Julie?” she asked, holding it open with both hands for me to see.

“Uh-huh, I do,” I nodded, as I stared down at her wet pink sex. When I looked up at my mother’s face, she smiled at me and licked her lips.

Then Katrina lifted one of my mom’s legs and straddled her, making sure their labia were open and their vaginas were kissing.

“Hold her leg up for me,” she said to me.

So I held my mother’s leg straight up in the air as I watched a young woman getting ready to fuck her.

My mom smiled at me again as she held her breasts in her hands, massaging them and squeezing the nipples. “You’re my sexy little girl, aren’t you, Julie.”

Katrina began moving her body against my mother’s, rhythmically, very slowly at first, but then faster and faster. It seemed to me that she must have had a lot of practice at this, because the way she did it got my mother ready to come fairly quickly.

“That’s right, fuck me,” said my mom, “fuck me hard!” She was moving under Katrina now, raising her pelvis to meet the woman’s urgent thrusts.

I leaned in as much as I could, hoping to see their pussies connecting. I tried to touch my breast and pinch my nipple with my hand but that made it hard to keep a good grip on my mother’s leg, so I decided maybe I should just rub my tits on my mom’s upraised thigh — which was a really good idea, because then I could hold her leg in one arm and rub myself against her while also reaching my other hand down between my legs to touch my pussy.

I liked that a lot! It was almost like I was fucking my mom too!

“Are you getting close?” panted Katrina.

“Uh-huh, almost, almost… keep fucking me!” urged my mother.

The blonde rocked against her even harder, and within another minute they were both climaxing.

When it was done, I let go of my mother’s leg and they laid together on the bed, both women breathing hard. My mom had her hands on Katrina’s bottom. Her eyes were closed, but a minute later, she opened them and glanced over at me, smiling warmly.

After resting a bit, Katrina lifted her head and softly kissed my mother’s mouth.

“That was nice,” my mom whispered to her. “You’re a very good lover.”

Katrina kissed her again. “And you are a very exciting woman.”

They kissed for a while as I watched, sitting on my knees and gently rubbing my pussy.

When my mom grabbed for Katrina’s breasts, the blonde slid up a little higher, allowing my mother to kiss and suck her nipples.

After a minute or two, my mother pulled her lips away from the woman’s breasts and said, “I want you to sit on my face now. I want to lick your cunt and make you come in my mouth while my little girl watches us.”

“Ooh, that’s hot,” Katrina grinned, turning to look at me.

My mother slid down a little on the bed and Katrina knelt over her face. I moved closer to watch as my mother opened the woman’s labia with her fingers and began licking her wet pussy. I was so close I could smell her juices.

Katrina put her hand on my head, stroking my hair. I looked up at her and she smiled at me. She was holding her breast in her other hand, fondling the erect nipple. She blew me a kiss as she rocked her body up and down over my mother’s lips and tongue.

I sat up straighter, wanting to touch myself, to masturbate and come again. Then I saw that my mom had one hand between her own legs, and she was rubbing her pussy. Immediately I decided to move down there so I could see what she was doing.

After gently pushing her thighs apart, I crouched, my face very close to my mother’s sex. I watched as she slid a slender finger up and down in her slit, bringing the wetness up from her vagina and teasing her clit. Soon she had two fingers in her slit, then three. She was very wet.

Even in the darkness, I could see moisture glistening on her fingers. I could smell her arousal. I wanted to taste her. I almost extended my tongue to lick her fingers, but then I didn’t.

Katrina was getting close. She was panting and moaning. As I watched, my mother slowly slid a finger deep inside her own cunt and began fucking herself.

Then Katrina came.

She cried out. She was so loud I worried it might wake my sisters. As the hot blonde climaxed, my mom fucked her own pussy harder, but she didn’t come yet.

When Katrina was finished, she slid off my mother and rested beside her on the bed, breathing heavily, one hand on my mom’s breast.

My mother lifted her head to look down to where I was leaning on my elbows between her legs. She smiled at me, and I smiled back, then my mom slipped her finger out of her cunt and held it out to me so I could taste her. I sucked the finger into my mouth, closing my eyes and savoring the syrupy flavor of my mommy’s pussy.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that Katrina was starting to climb on top of my mother again, but with her head pointing down, in a ‘69’ position. Then the women decided to shift onto their sides. They each raised a thigh, making an opening for the other woman to put her face in and lick her cunt.

I sat up on my knees and just looked at them for a moment, still enjoying the taste of my mother’s pussy on my tongue. I held my little breasts in my hands, running my fingertips over the erect nipples. I loved how that felt, and I wished that one of the others, either my mom or Katrina or both, would touch my breasts that way.

My mother’s back was to me. Katrina’s head was between her legs, licking and sucking. I squeezed my breasts again. I wanted to touch someone and have someone touch me. Then I thought of the next best thing.

I moved behind my mom and laid alongside her, pressing close, my nipples feeling friction against the warm skin of my mother’s back. I rubbed myself against her that way, my hands on her shoulders, my thighs touching hers. I pulled myself up a little so my head was almost next to my mom’s and I could look between Katrina’s legs and watch my mother’s tongue licking the woman’s wet cunt.

“Hi, baby,” my mom whispered to me, as she paused to slide a finger inside Katrina’s pink vagina, then resumed licking and sucking her clit.

I felt someone touching my leg. Lifting my head and looking down, I saw that Katrina, while still licking my mother’s cunt, had slipped a hand out between my mom’s legs and was caressing my inner thigh. It felt so good. I raised my other leg, opening myself to her. She moved her hand a little higher on the inside of my thigh, closer to my sex.

I wanted Katrina to touch me. I put a hand between my legs, using my fingers to spread my labia, displaying my wet pussy to her. She squeezed my thigh. That felt nice, but it wasn’t what I wanted. I started rubbing myself, hoping she would take the hint and help me. I was so excited I didn’t care about any rules.

I heard my mother moaning and felt her body shudder. Whatever Katrina was doing with her mouth was bringing my mom close to an orgasm. I rubbed myself harder and faster.

My mom groaned and shuddered again. It sounded like she was on the edge. I wanted to move up and watch her face when she climaxed, but I also wanted to move down so I could look at her pussy as she came in Katrina’s mouth, and I wanted Katrina to touch me and make me come. I couldn’t have it all at once, so I just rubbed my clit and then I was almost ready.

Suddenly my mother’s whole body jerked and she went rigid. I heard her voice, muffled from having her face buried in the blonde’s pussy, saying, “OHH FUCK!! FUCK!! FUCK!! YES!!!”

Hearing her come so loudly and passionately put me over the top. My thighs came together, clamping around my hand — and around Katrina’s hand — as I was jolted by a tremendous spasm. I squealed, pressing my fingers harder into my sex, my eyes shut tight. I arched my back, pressing my breasts against my mom. I climaxed that way for a long time.

As I was finishing, I felt my mother move away from me. Opening my eyes, I saw that Katrina was on her back, her legs apart, and my mom was leaning over her pussy, licking her. Katrina’s arm was extended, her hand still on my leg, trapped between my clenched thighs.

Opening my legs, I slid my wet fingers down to touch her fingers. We clasped hands, our fingers knitting together. I drew her hand up and pressed our joined fingers against my pussy, rubbing myself that way.

I was still highly aroused and even the slightest touch right then might have made me come very quickly. But knowing that I had this woman’s hand in mine, and that I was rubbing both her fingers and mine against my pussy made me even more excited. I reached another orgasm almost instantly, and then Katrina started coming too.

My climax passed fairly quickly. It was nice, of course (they all are), but this one was sort of a mini-follow-up and it was sweet but short.

That wasn’t to be the same for Katrina’s climax, though. My mother made sure she had a long, thorough, and intense set of orgasms. She glued her mouth over the woman’s cunt, shoved her tongue deep inside and kept fucking her, making Katrina come again and again. The blonde clutched her breast with her free hand, nearly sobbing with pleasure as orgasm after orgasm swept through her.

I was still rubbing my hand and hers gently against my pussy after my own climax was finished, but then Katrina had to pull our fingers apart and put her hand down between her legs, trying to tell my mother she couldn’t take any more.

Finally my mom let her go. I watched as she sat up, wiping her mouth, a big grin on her face. She looked at me and giggled, running her tongue around her lips, “Mmm, she tastes really good.”

Katrina had both hands clenched over her sex as she experienced a few remaining spasms. Her eyes were closed. My mom and I waited, enjoying the sight of a beautiful naked woman slowly coming down from the peak of passion.

A minute later, Katrina opened her eyes, saw us both looking at her, and laughed as she said to my mother, “God, I thought I was gonna die. You almost literally fucked my brains out.”

We laughed with her, three women (well, two women and a girl) happily celebrating the bliss of lesbian love.

But then my mom looked at the clock by the bed. It was almost 1:15 in the morning. “Uh-oh,” she said, “someone is up way past her bedtime.”

I started to beg, “Mom, please, just a little longer…?” But she wouldn’t hear of it. She got up, took my hand, and made me get up with her.

“You can give Katrina a goodnight kiss if you want,” she told me.

“Ooh, yes, please,” the blonde said. Still laying on her back, Katrina held her arms out to me. I knelt beside the bed and kissed her. She took my face in her hands, opened her lips, and shoved her tongue into my mouth.

I could taste my mother’s pussy. I smelled Katrina’s perfume and her sex and our sweat. I kissed her deeply and wanted to do more with her. I started to climb back up on the bed to lie next to her, but my mom stopped me.

“No, no, sweetie, that’s enough for tonight.” She patted my bare bottom. “Come on.”

Disappointed but resigned, I gave Katrina one last quick kiss on the lips, and then got up to let my mother lead me from the room.

“G’night, cutie,” said the sexy blonde.

“Goodnight,” I said, smiling and blowing her a kiss.

When we got to my room, my mother closed the door behind us and then immediately took me in her arms and kissed me. As Katrina had done, she pressed her tongue into my mouth. I sure liked it when women kissed me that way. And again, I tasted the flavor of pussy, now in my mother’s mouth, but this time it must have been from Katrina.

We stood by the door and kissed for several minutes, running our hands over each other’s naked bodies. I could tell that my mother wanted me to know she still loved me, even though she was making me go to bed instead of staying up and playing with them some more. It made me happy that she cared for me so much and expressed her love so openly.

Finally she ended the kiss, but she leaned her forehead against mine and whispered, “Okay, my love. Time for you to get some sleep. Tomorrow I’ll find some special time for just the two of us, for me and you, okay?”

She made me so happy I almost wanted to cry. I hugged her tightly. “Oh, Mommy, I love you so much!”

“And I love you too, baby girl. Come on, now, hop in bed.”

Tucking me in like I was a child (which I guess I still was), she smoothed the hair from my forehead with her hand. She tenderly kissed my lips a few more times, then got up and left the room.

I turned on my side and thought about how much I loved her, how fortunate I was to have her for a mommy. She was beautiful and sexy and smart and always so nice to me all the time. I was a very lucky girl. I closed my eyes, smiling, and soon fell fast asleep.

What I did not know at the time, but would learn later, is that after she left my room that night, my mother went into Molly’s bedroom, picked the sleeping girl up from her bed, and carried her to her own bedroom. There, she gently awakened her, and for the next half hour or so, she and Katrina played erotic games with my 8-year-old little sister.

Continue on to Chapter 19

By Naughty Mommy

Over the next few days, after we got home from Sea World, I kept thinking about my mom’s sexy dream. It was so naughty and so tantalizing. I imagined being in bed with her and my two sisters, all of us naked, touching each other everywhere, the way she’d described as she masturbated.

Could that really be what my mother wanted? To have lesbian sex with her own young daughters? Or was it, as she’d explained, simply a dream, something a person can’t control?

I also kept wondering about my sister Kate. She was maturing, starting to get curves. Did her hormones make her constantly think about sex, the way I did? Did she ever look at pretty girls and fantasize about them, as I did all the time? Or was she only interested in boys?

Was it possible that she might be interested in playing the ‘game’ with our mother? Would it excite her, the way it excited me, to see our mom having sex with other women and girls? Would it make her want to touch herself?

What if it was not only me standing at the second floor railing, watching as my mom kissed and touched a hot young female, but Kate too, right there beside me? I pictured my mother and another woman looking up at us, seeing two naked girls, sisters 12 and 10 years old, rubbing their pussies and playing with their nipples. That idea got me very hot, and I made myself come over and over again.

Night after night, I lay in bed caressing my young body, and I couldn’t stop wondering about Kate. Had she started masturbating yet? She was the same age I was when I began, so maybe she had. Could she be doing it at that very moment in her room just down the hall from mine?

The more I thought about all those questions, the more I was determined to find the answers.

* * *

When Saturday night came, my mom got dressed up again to go out. This time she wore a sleeveless sparkly gold and black dress with a scooped neckline. The dress was very short, and with a pair of black high heels, my mom’s long legs looked sensational. Well, all of her looked sensational.

My mother is an extremely attractive woman. If she didn’t have such a successful career as an attorney, I think she could have been a model or something. I’m not bragging, it’s true.

Anyway, I was put in charge of Kate and Molly that night. Molly had lights out at 9:00, and Kate was supposed to go to bed at 10:00, and me at 10:30.

After Molly was tucked in, I went to Kate’s room. She was sitting on her bed listening to music with her headphones on while looking at a style magazine. But when she saw me come in, she happily took off the headphones and put down the magazine, grinning at me.

That was one of the things I loved about Kate. She was always so nice and so cheerful. She never seemed to get upset or irritated about anything. No wonder everyone liked her so much.

I sat on the bed near her. “Hey,” I said.

“Hey,” she smiled.

“Whatcha listening to?”

“Oh, it’s um, it’s a girl group. Just two girls, actually.” She picked up the CD case and showed it to me. “They’re called Tatu.”

“Right, I know who they are. You like them?”

“Yeah, sometimes.”

“That’s one of the ones you got for your birthday, isn’t it?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded. “And also I got Spindrift, and, um, the new CD from Tanya Miles.”

“Those are really good too.”

“Yeah, they are.”

Kate was wearing very short shorts and a tight tank top. She was braless and barefoot. I looked at her for a moment, admiring her slim figure. She was already as tall as I was, and her legs were longer than mine. She would be really beautiful when she grew up. Her short brown hair had golden highlights from all the time she spent out in the sun. A wide mouth, a small nose, a few freckles on her cheeks… she was truly a doll.

“So, um,” I continued, “that night when we were at the mall and you got your CDs and stuff — well, we all got some — but then after that, remember when we went to Victoria’s Secret and Mom let you pick out some really cute bras and panties?”

“Uh-huh. That was awesome.”

“Do you mind if I look at the pink and white set you got, the striped ones? Remember you said I could try them on if I wanted to?”

“Oh, sure!” Kate bounced off the bed and went to her drawer. She found the set I was asking about and handed them to me.

“These are so nice,” she chuckled, “that I haven’t actually worn them anywhere yet. It has to be for something really special. I just try them on in my room sometimes and look at myself in the mirror.”

I held the bra up to my chest. It was a AA cup, which would be about the right size for me. “Looks like it would fit okay. Do you mind if I try it on?”

“No, of course, go ahead.”

Probably Kate expected me to take the bra to my own room and change into it there, but I had other plans in mind that night. Still sitting on her bed, I began unbuttoning my shirt. Kate sat down and watched me.

Being siblings, we had seen each other naked all our lives, literally. But over the past few years, as we’d started growing up and no longer took baths together or anything like that, there were fewer opportunities for us to see each other nude. I was interested to see how my sister would react when she saw me with nothing on.

When I got the shirt open, I pulled it off. I wasn’t wearing a bra. Kate looked at my little tits.

I looked down at my chest too, shaking my head. “Still so tiny. I don’t think I’ll ever get real boobs.”

Kate giggled. “Yours are cute enough. For now anyway.”

Pulling the bra on, I twisted on the bed and asked my sister to fasten the hook for me. Then I turned back around, straightening the cups over my small breasts. I got up to look at myself in the mirror on her closet door. I turned side to side, admiring the lovely bra. It made me look sophisticated, I thought.

“You want to try the panties on too?” asked Kate.

“Yeah, I guess so.” I turned around, opening my denim shorts and pulling them down, along with my undies.

Kate handed me the pair with the pink and white stripes.

“You’re really sure you don’t mind?” I asked, hesitating.

“Of course not. We’re sisters.”

She was so sweet. Impulsively, as I took the panties from her, I leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

Kate smiled. “What was that for?”

“Just because I love you.”

“Aw…”

I stepped into the sexy panties and pulled them up, then turned again to look in the mirror. They rode low on the hips and didn’t cover much in the back. They looked amazing on me.

“God these are so hot,” I breathed.

“I know. That’s why I haven’t worn them yet. Like I said, it’s got to be for something really special.”

I noticed that as she said that, Kate glanced over at the Tatu CD on the bed. The cover photo showed two young girls, teenagers, embracing in a heated kiss.

“I know what you mean,” I told her. Then I said, “Okay, now I want to see how they look on you.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay, sure.” She got up from the bed and pulled down her tight shorts. They had an elastic waist. Then she took off her panties.

This was what I was waiting for, a chance to see my little sister’s pussy. I tried not to be too obvious about it, but as I pulled down the pink and white panties so I could give them back to her, I made sure to bend over close to get a good look.

I could see only the tiniest bit of pubic hair, more like peach fuzz really. Just a little dusting of short, soft hairs. When she pulled her top off, I saw that her titties definitely were at least as big as mine. But her nipples were a bit different, smaller and slightly darker. Mine were puffy and light brown, almost pink.

I reached behind my back to unhook the bra, and then we were both naked in her room, a 12-year-old girl and her 10-year-old sister. I wanted to stay naked with her. I wanted to talk with her about sex, about lesbian sex, about touching and kissing other girls, like the picture on the CD.

Kate smiled and held out her hand for the underwear. I hesitated for just a moment, wanting to prolong our mutual nudity, then gave the bra and panties to her.

She put the bra on first, hooking it herself and adjusting it in the mirror. Then she pulled on the panties and turned this way and that, admiring her reflection.

“Wow, you look so incredible,” I said, and I meant it. “They look even better on you than on me.”

“No, I don’t think so,” she countered. “You’re older and you look more like a woman.”

“Hardly.”

She kept looking at herself in the mirror. I sat down on the bed and waited. Finally she sighed and reached behind her back, meaning to unhook the bra. But then she frowned, like it was difficult and came over to me. “Can you get this?”

She sat on the edge of the bed, her long smooth back to me. I undid the hook, happy to have the chance to be so close to her when we were both undressed.

As she stood to take off the panties and put her things away, I picked up her shorts and her undies and her tank top and set them on a chair, along with my own shirt and shorts and undies.

Kate saw what I was doing and looked puzzled. “Oh, bedtime?” she asked. “Jammies now?”

“No, not yet,” I told her, “I thought maybe we could have some girl talk, you know, sister to sister private kind of stuff. Okay?”

“Okay,” she shrugged. “But, jammies?”

“Uh-uh,” I went back to the bed and pulled open the covers, climbing in. “Let’s get inside here and be kind of cozy for a while, just like we are.”

She shrugged again, but got in next to me. Smiling, she asked, “Cozy?”

“You know, cuddly and nice and warm,” I grinned, “like sisters.”

So, she moved in closer to me. I could feel her soft skin next to mine. We sat propped up against her pillows, with the sheet pulled up just enough to cover our tiny breasts.

“Um, when we were at the mall on your birthday,” I began, “in the Victoria’s Secret store, do you remember the girl who helped you there? Melissa?”

“Yeah, I remember her. She was really nice. She was funny too, and, I don’t know, I guess sort of sexy.” Kate turned toward me. “Did you know that when we were in the trying-on room, she pulled her dress all the way up and showed us her undies? Her thong she was wearing?”

“Uh-huh, I heard. Mommy told me about that.”

My sister giggled. “Did Mommy tell you that she touched Melissa’s bottom?”

“Really??”

“She did! After Melissa showed us her, you know, her thong, and she put her dress down again, then Mommy asked her to pull it up and turn around and she put her hand right on Melissa’s bottom?”

“Wow, she did that in front of you?”

“Yeah, and in front of Molly too!”

“Whoa.”

“It was so wild. Mommy put her hand on Melissa’s bottom, and she sort of rubbed her fingers around and, like, squeezed her and stuff.”

“That’s amazing. What did Melissa do?”

“Nothing!” answered Kate, excitedly. “I think she liked it.”

“Wow, you really think she did?”

“Uh-huh, I mean, I don’t know that much about lesbians and stuff, except for, you know,” she blushed a little, nodding at the Tatu CD on the foot of the bed, “but I think the way they were acting, it was like they wanted to, maybe, um, start kissing and stuff. But they couldn’t because me and Molly were there.”

“So are you saying you think Mom is a lesbian?”

“Well, she never ever goes out with men, you know.”

“I know.”

We were both quiet for a few moments. Then I asked, “Would it bother you if she was?”

“If Mommy was a lesbian?”

“Yeah.”

She answered right away, “Uh-uh, I wouldn’t mind. That would be fine.”

“Would it bother you if I was?”

Kate turned to me, her eyes wide. “Really? You are?”

“Uh-huh. Don’t tell anyone. Or, actually, I don’t care who you tell. Yes, I am a lesbian.”

“But, how do you know?”

I smiled. “Well… I don’t like boys, I only like girls. I get really excited when I look at pretty girls, and when I, um, when I think about sex and stuff, if I have, like, fantasies, it’s always girls or women that I think about.”

Kate scrunched down into the covers, giggling and snuggling close to me. “Omigod, Julie, that is so amazing.” She couldn’t seem to stop giggling.

“Why are you laughing so much?” I started giggling too. It was infectious.

I nestled down next to my sister under the covers. Our faces were very close.

She whispered to me. “I think I might be too.”

“Might be……”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, her eyes shining.

“How do you know?” I asked with a grin.

“Silly.” She playfully tapped my shoulder. “Because I don’t like boys, I only like girls, and when I look at pretty girls, I get excited. You know.”

“So,” I purred, as I moved my face even closer to hers, “do you have dirty fantasies about kissing girls and touching them and everything?”

She nodded at me, her face aglow. This was obviously very exciting for her to discuss. And I was thrilled, of course, that I was hearing exactly what I had dreamed I would hear from her — and what my mother had dreamed about, too, I thought to myself.

“You haven’t ever kissed a girl yet, have you?” I asked.

“Uh-uh. But I want to. Have you?”

“Um, I…” I decided I should try to change the subject. It might be too soon to get into that long story. So I said, truthfully, “A lot of times I see girls and I think about what it would be like to kiss them.”

“Me too.”

Then I added, “Do you remember the babysitter who was here about a month ago, a really good-looking teenager named Danni?”

“Well, yeah, who could forget Danni?” she responded.

“Why do you say that?”

“She was… um, not only did she, like, look so hot and everything in those little shorts she was wearing, but she was always touching me and Molly, especially Molly.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. She would, like, tell us she was going to read us a story or something, and then when we were sitting next to her on the sofa, she would be rubbing her hands on our legs, or putting her arms around us and rubbing our arms and even our chests. She was always telling us how pretty we were, and how nice and soft our skin was and everything. And when she put me to bed she told me she wanted to check my undies and make sure they were clean—”

“No, she didn’t.”

“Yes, she did!”

“Did you let her?” I asked.

“Well, yeah,” said Kate, “she was the babysitter, and I had to do what she said.”

“And what did she do?”

“She pulled down the covers, and told me to spread my legs apart and she got down close and looked at my panties, and then she touched them.”

“She touched you?”

“My panties, yeah. She, um, she rubbed her fingers on me, right between my legs. I actually sort of liked it too, how it felt, even though it was so embarrassing.”

“I’m sure it was.”

“But the weird thing is, when she stopped and said that I looked okay, I didn’t want her to stop! I wanted her to keep doing it. I really wish she had stayed longer. I guess I wish I had encouraged her more or something, instead of just laying there.”

“Wow,” I told her, “I think you really are a lesbian.”

Kate blushed and giggled and scrunched in against me. I loved being there with my sister, naked in her bed, just the two of us talking about all kinds of sexual stuff.

Then she said, “And you know what?”

“What?”

“Before, when Danni put Molly to bed, you know, like an hour earlier, she was in there a long time with her. Maybe they were reading stories or playing or something, but later, after what she did with me in my room, I started wondering what she might have been doing with Molly in her room.”

“Did you ever ask Molly?”

“Uh-uh. Do you think I should?”

“I don’t know. She didn’t seem, like, upset about it or anything the next day, did she?”

“No, she seemed fine, as far as I can remember.”

“Well, I guess it’s okay then.”

Kate put an arm over me, laying it across my tummy. She rested her knee against my thigh, too, and I thought for a second she might put her leg over mine, which I would have loved, but she didn’t.

Then she asked in a soft voice, “Julie, when you, um, think about stuff, you know, like, at night or whatever, is there a special kind of girl, or woman, I guess, that you like to think about?”

“Um, all kinds… pretty ones, of course, but mostly young ones,” I answered, “especially ones who are really slim and cute and feminine, you know, girly-looking. How about you?”

She scooted even closer to me, put her face against my neck, and whispered, “What I like best is tall blondes with blue eyes, with really long legs and nice figures.”

“That sounds like you’re describing Mommy.”

“I know!” Kate squealed, giggling and burying her face in my shoulder.

So, my little sister had a lesbian crush on our mother. And so did I. This could get very interesting, I thought.

I turned to look at the clock beside the bed. It was a few minutes after 10:00.

“Okay, well, I guess it’s jammy-time now,” I told her.

“All right,” she agreed. But she hugged me tight, giving no indication of wanting to let me leave her bed.

“Come on,” I patted her shoulder.

Finally she let me get up. She sat naked on the bed, watching as I picked up my clothes from the chair.

“Don’t forget to brush your teeth,” I told her. “And lights out right away, okay? I don’t want to get in trouble if Mom gets home and finds you up.”

“Okay, sure.”

I looked at my little sister, then decided to stay with her for just a minute longer. Sitting down beside her on the bed, I put my arm around her bare shoulder. “Thanks for having a girl talk with me, Kate. I really needed that. I like feeling so close to you.”

“I like it too,” she sighed, laying her head on my shoulder and wrapping her arms around my waist. “Let’s always stay close, okay? And tell each other everything.”

I smiled to myself as I kissed the top of her head. Oh, the things I could tell her!

When I got back to my own room, still undressed, I put my clothes away, brushed my teeth, and then got into bed early. I didn’t bother to put anything on, just laid there naked under the soft light of the lamp, thinking about things.

Continue on to Chapter 18

By Naughty Mommy

Fifteen minutes later they returned, coming through the front door into the other room. I could hear Kate and Molly gushing about how great the Cirque du Soleil show was. Then they all walked through the open adjoining door between our rooms.

“How are you feeling, honey?” asked my mom.

“Okay,” I answered, in a weak voice.

She sat on the bed and placed her hand on my forehead, acting worried. “I don’t think you have a temperature now, at least. How does your throat feel?”

“It’s a little better.”

She told my sisters she had decided I should sleep in the other room with her tonight. “So, you two will share this room, okay?”

Then my mother looked at me and said, “I told the girls as we were driving back that you got pretty hot earlier tonight, and I thought you might have a fever.”

Pretty hot is right, I thought, trying hard not to smile.

My sisters were quite happy to get the hotel room all to themselves like big girls, although they both expressed concern for me. I thanked them and went into the other room with my mother.

After a few minutes, my mom went to check on Molly and Kate. She made sure they had brushed their teeth, then tucked them in, kissed them goodnight, and left the room, turning out the light and closing the adjoining door.

I had already climbed into the second bed in my mother’s room. When she saw that, she smiled and came over to sit beside me. She kissed my lips, whispering, “Baby girl, I want us to sleep together tonight, in the same bed.”

That made me really excited, because we had never done that before, at least not since I was very little. As I started to get up, she said, quietly, “And, sweetie, do me a favor and take off your jammies too, okay?”

Smiling, I quickly pulled them off, then got happily into the other bed, her bed, and watched while my mother took off her clothes, slipped into a sexy nightgown, and washed her face and brushed her teeth.

Before getting into bed with me, she put on a little more of that perfume that I loved so much, then removed her nightgown, turned off the lamp, and slid naked under the sheets with me.

She held me very close to her. We cuddled for a few minutes as she tenderly kissed me. I loved the warm, soft feel of her bare skin on mine, and the scent of her exciting perfume.

Then she propped herself up on an elbow and looked searchingly into my eyes.

After a moment, she whispered, “Julie, darling, I want to make sure you’re all right about the things we did earlier tonight with Kim. And not only tonight, but also with, you know, all the things we did at home that night with Danni and Tracy and Melissa.”

She kissed me on the nose. “I realize that some of this stuff is pretty intense, and it could be too much for a young girl.”

“It’s okay, Mommy.”

She seemed very concerned. “I really want to be certain that it is. Sometimes I just… I get so excited that I start to lose control of myself. Like tonight, I probably let things go a little farther than I normally would. I hope it didn’t upset you or anything. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine, Mom, I love being with you that way. It makes me happy.”

“I’m glad,” said my mother, kissing my cheek. “It makes me happy too. I’ve been worrying about it though. All the way driving to get the girls and then coming back tonight, I kept thinking that maybe we’d gone too far this time and it might have frightened you or something.”

I turned toward her, taking her face in my hands.

“Mom,” I whispered, “I promise, you can never go too far with me. I want it all. I really do. I want everything. So please don’t worry.”

She gazed at me for a moment in the dim light. “Julie, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Mommy.”

She kissed me softly on the mouth, then bent down and gently kissed my nipple. After a few more tender kisses on the lips, we just held each other, cuddling, and soon fell asleep.

* * *

In the middle of the night, I woke up. Someone was behind me in the bed, moving around, panting and gasping. I quickly realized that it was my mom, of course.

I was on my side, facing away from her. I turned my head to ask if she was okay.

“Kiss me, Julie,” she said. “Kiss me!”

I rolled over toward her, put my hand on her cheek and kissed her lips while she masturbated.

My mother shoved her tongue into my mouth and immediately started to come.

It was a long, rolling orgasm for her. We kept kissing and she kept fingering herself, and it seemed like she had several climaxes. I held her, putting my hand on her breast and fondling her erect nipple. That made her even more excited.

After several minutes, she began settling down. I laid beside her and waited to see what she would do next.

What she did next is wipe the sweat from her face. “Wow,” she said. “That was intense.”

I waited some more.

She pushed down the sheets and fanned herself with her hand. She took several deep breaths and finally seemed to be under control again. “I’m sorry, sweetie, that I woke you up.”

“It’s fine,” I giggled, “you can wake me up like that any time you want.”

She giggled with me and we snuggled together.

“What happened,” she began, “was that I had this dream, an erotic, sexy dream. And I woke up and I was really wet, and I started touching myself. God, it was so hot. Whew!”

She was quiet for a minute, and then I asked, “What was the dream about?”

“It was, it was, um,” she stammered, “I, I’m not really sure I should tell you, honey.”

“Oh, come on, Mom, after everything else you’ve let me do with you?”

My mother giggled again and took a deep breath. “Well, okay, I suppose you’re right.”

She turned on her side to face me. “In the dream, I was in bed with you. Except it was not only with you, but also with Kate and Molly. All four of us in one bed. We were all naked, and the three of you, you and your sisters, were kissing me, getting me excited, rubbing your little hands all over my naked body, everywhere.”

“Wow,” I whispered, “but Kate’s only 10, and Molly just barely turned 8.”

“I know, honey, but after all, you’re only 12 years old yourself. And besides, it was just a dream. We can’t control the things we dream, but sometimes we can enjoy them very much. Like I did tonight.”

“So you liked it?” I asked. “In the dream, I mean, when all three of us were kissing you and touching you that way?”

“Yes, I liked it very much. It made me so excited. I can’t remember if I had an orgasm in the dream, but like I said, I was very wet when I woke up, and I was already on the edge of a climax. So I started touching myself, and then you woke up.”

“That’s a pretty hot dream, Mom.” I imagined my two little sisters naked in bed with us, all three of us touching my mother’s body at once, playing with her, kissing her, stimulating her sexually.

“Did you, um,” I began, “did you touch us, too, in your dream?”

“Yes, I did. I did. I touched you everywhere, all three of you. It was so exciting.”

My mother had started rubbing her pussy again. She looked into my eyes. “Will you masturbate with me, honey?”

“Right now?”

“Yes, I want to make myself come once more, and I would love it if I could watch you play with yourself and we could come at the same time.”

I agreed right away and we began. I was totally turned on by the story of her dream, the naughty, forbidden idea of a mother getting excited when her three little daughters — none older than 12! — are in bed with her, caressing her naked body.

Just thinking about that made my pussy very wet, and I was sure it would be easy for me to get close as we laid in bed facing each other and started rubbing ourselves.

My mom had already pushed down the sheets, and there was enough light in the room that we could see each other’s bodies and what we were doing. I watched as she held her breast in her hand and squeezed the nipple with her fingers while her other hand was working between her legs. She looked at my face and at my little breasts, but mostly down at my crotch, where I was rubbing my clit with one hand and the opening of my vagina with the other hand. She sometimes would lean in and kiss me on the lips, but mostly we just played with ourselves and gazed at each other, a sexy 31-year-old mom and her 12-year-old daughter watching and masturbating.

It didn’t take long for either of us to get very close. I could hear the sound of my mother’s fingers moving rapidly and wetly inside her cunt as she fucked herself, and I could tell by her breathing that she was on the verge of an orgasm. That made me want to come too, and I rubbed my clit a little harder and then I was ready.

“Mommy… I… I…” I whispered.

She held a finger to my lips. “Wait, baby.”

Then she asked me to turn onto my back, which I did, and she started to get on top of me. “Open up your legs, honey, open them wide.”

I did that too.

“Now touch yourself again,” she whispered.

My mother laid on me, kissing me, opening her lips and slipping her tongue into my mouth. I felt her breasts pressing against mine, and as we both reached down between our legs to continue masturbating, our hands touched. Our bodies were so close together that each time I moved my hand, or she moved hers, we were actually touching both pussies at once!

I was super excited by this and started rubbing myself harder. I could feel my mom’s pussy against the back of my hand, and I even tried to push up against her a little bit as I was rubbing my clit. Her sex felt hot and wet.

My mother’s hand was moving fast between her legs. She was fucking herself, and each time she moved her fingers in and out, they bumped against my vagina.

I was getting so close.

“Are you going to come?” she asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“Come for Mommy. Rub your little pussy and make yourself come for Mommy!”

And when I heard her say that, I did start to come.

My mother’s orgasm arrived at the same time as mine. She thrust her crotch against mine, and the only thing separating my mom’s pussy from my pussy was our hands. Our fingers entwined as we climaxed together. Our juices flowed and mixed. She put her mouth over mine and kissed me.

When we both finished coming, my mother lifted my hand and hers to our mouths, and we licked our wet fingers as we kissed — and now my mom’s hot pussy was right on top of mine.

We kissed for a long time that way, pressing our naked bodies close together, until finally my mother pulled gently away and whispered that we both needed to get some sleep.

“Okay, Mommy. I love you.”

She smiled and nuzzled her nose against mine. She kissed me once more, and then slid off of me. I turned on my side, and we spooned.

My mother took me in her arms, one hand holding my little breast, the other around my waist. She placed a few more soft kisses on my neck, and then, as I listened, her breathing gradually grew quieter. She was falling asleep.

I wasn’t able to go to sleep right away, though.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the erotic dream she’d had of me and my sisters in bed with her, touching her. Could that ever really happen? Maybe not, but then, it was pretty unlikely that I would have started doing what I was doing. So, why couldn’t they do the same things as me someday? And why couldn’t we do even more than that?

What would it be like, I wondered, if Kate was to join us in the ‘game’ my mother and I played together? I recalled that the first time I’d done it with my mom, about a year and a half earlier, I had been only 10 years old. And Kate was now 10. In fact, she was 10 and a half.

I thought about my sister. Her body was changing. Her boobs were already as big as mine, if not bigger. Did she have any pubic hair yet? Did she sometimes touch herself at night and get wet?

I wasn’t sure, but it made me excited to picture Kate that way. I was kind of thinking that maybe I should masturbate again, but my mother was sleeping so soundly next to me that I didn’t want to wake her up.

Instead, I just laid there in the dark and started replaying in my mind all the things my mom and I had done earlier that night with Kim. I thought about the many times and all the different ways we’d made ourselves and each other come. I tried to count how many total orgasms there were, between us. It was hard to remember all of it in detail, though, because some of it was sort of blurry, and as I mused, I gradually fell asleep.

Continue on to Chapter 17

By Naughty Mommy

Kim looked into my eyes as she gyrated her cunt against my mother’s. She stared at my naked body, and said, “I’m fucking your mother, little girl, I’m fucking your mother!”

“Fuck her hard,” I told her. “Fuck my mommy and make her come!”

My mother cried out. She was climaxing again, her second orgasm in less than a minute.

Kim was coming too. They came at the same time.

I rubbed my pussy and pinched my nipples as I watched, and although I wasn’t close to another climax, I felt a thrill course through my body. How lucky I was, I thought to myself, to be so very close to my mother, and to be allowed to be with her and all these beautiful young women during their steamy sexual encounters.

After such an extremely passionate and energetic fucking session, they both needed a short rest. It wasn’t long, though, probably not more than thirty seconds, before my mom told Kim she was ready for more. She wanted to eat her pussy. She asked Kim to sit on her face.

Kim, who had collapsed next to my mother on the bed, smiled at her and nodded eagerly.

As the naked woman began to move into position, my mom shifted around a bit until she was laying directly between my spread legs with her head pushed up against my crotch.

Kim was getting on top of her, placing herself where my mother could lick her, but in order for her to move in close enough, I had to raise my legs and extend them over Kim’s thighs as she knelt above my mother’s face. This put Kim’s body right up next to mine.

It was awkward at first, but once we got arranged, it was incredibly exciting for me. I was so close to Kim, I could look at her, smell her, I could grab her tits if I felt like it. Plus, my mom’s head was pressing into my vagina!

I looked down and watched as Kim lowered her pussy onto my mom’s mouth. My mother started licking Kim. The girl used her fingers to open her labia, giving my mom full access to her sex. As she felt the warm tongue probing her, I heard Kim moan softly.

Then she said, “Can I kiss your daughter?”

My mom stopped licking long enough to say, “Yes, it’s fine if you kiss her, but that’s all. No touching.” The familiar rule.

Kim had a trick, though. She smiled at me, looked down at my lips, and then we started kissing. Her lips were soft, she smelled sweet, and her tongue eagerly explored my young mouth.

But the best part was that as she was kissing me, while at the same time rocking her pelvis to slide her cunt up and down over my mom’s lips and tongue, Kim slowly leaned into me, allowing her lovely breasts to brush up against mine, so her nipples were kissing my nipples.

We weren’t really touching, technically. Not with our hands, at least. But it was intensely arousing for me to have this girl kissing my mouth and gently rubbing her tits on mine.

My pussy was getting so wet… which, it occurred to me, had to mean I was getting my mother’s hair wet too. That idea was so deliciously naughty I just loved it.

Pinned as I was, though, between my mom’s head and the headboard, I was not in a position where I could reach down and touch myself, even though I was very excited and badly wanted to come.

But then I made a wonderful erotic discovery. In my agitated state of arousal, my body was moving on its own, and I suddenly realized that my clit and my vagina were getting stimulated, almost as if I was touching them with my hand.

What I discovered was that I could masturbate in a different way — by moving my pussy up and down against the top of my mother’s head!

It felt amazing. I pressed myself against my mom as I continued kissing Kim and feeling her tits rubbing on mine. All it took was a little bit of movement, just a steady rhythmic shifting of my groin, but as I kept it up, gradually increasing the pace, I knew I could make myself come that way.

Kim was moving more quickly too, on top of my mother. Her breath was coming fast. She broke off our kiss, pulled back slightly, and said, “Tell me you want me to come in your mommy’s mouth! Say it!”

That made it even better. I loved the way Kim kept involving me directly, even though I wasn’t actually making love with them. Not quite, anyway.

“Come in Mommy’s mouth,” I demanded. “I want you to come on her face! I want to watch you come all over my mommy!”

And she did, shivering and groaning and shuddering. She tried to keep her eyes open as she climaxed, tried to keep looking at me the whole time, but then the intensity was too much and she shut her eyes tightly, her face showing the heat of her passion.

“Come on her face!” I repeated — and suddenly it struck me that not only was this sexy girl coming on my mother’s face, but I was about to come in my mother’s hair, and with that dirty thought, I went over the edge.

What a super awesome thing that was, giving myself an orgasm by rubbing my pussy against my mom’s head. I was still very young, of course, and hadn’t yet discovered all of what life has to offer, but this was definitely a high point for me. A peak experience, a climax, you might say — ha ha ha!

I was coming, and Kim was coming at the same time, and we ended up sort of holding each other up while it happened. I’m not really sure, but I think there may have been some actual touching going on between us, my hands on her tits, or hers on mine, or both. It was all kind of a blur, and my mom’s face was pretty much buried underneath Kim, so she wouldn’t have known about it anyway.

Kim’s climax ended before mine, and when it did, she slid down until she was laying on top of my mother again. I was still coming, and as my mom shifted slightly to the side and lower on the bed, allowing me room to reach my pussy, I put both hands down there and rubbed myself some more to make my orgasm last longer.

After Kim revived, which never seemed to take her very long, she began kissing my mother on the mouth, but she also kept looking up at my wet pussy, staring at me as I caressed myself.

In between kisses, she said, “I really can’t believe I’m actually doing this. It’s just so incredible. I’m having fantastic sex with a totally hot woman, and I’m watching her naked 12-year-old daughter masturbate. Un-freakin’-believable.”

My mom chuckled, “Are you saying you don’t do this sort of thing all the time? Like once a week or something?”

“No,” smiled Kim, as she gave my mother another kiss. “Watching a little seventh grade girl make herself come while her mom eats my pussy — that’s definitely never happened to me before.”

“Well, I’m glad we hooked up. You’re an extremely desirable young woman,” my mom told her, rubbing her bottom. “Julie and I are very lucky we found you.”

Kim shook her head in amazement as she stared at me.

I’d finished my climax, but I kept on sliding my hands up and down between my pussy lips, just because I loved how nice it felt. I made sure to open my legs wide so Kim could see everything.

“Would you like to taste her?” asked my mom.

“What??”

“Would you like to taste Julie?”

“Um, you mean… taste your, your little girl’s pussy?!”

“Julie, honey, would you mind getting your fingers nice and wet and letting Kim have a taste?”

“Okay!” I said.

My hands were already very wet, so I didn’t have to do much. I dipped the tips of my fingers into the opening of my vagina one more time, just to be sure, and then put both hands in front of Kim’s mouth and let her taste me.

In fact, both Kim and my mom tasted me. They kissed each other’s mouths and sucked my fingers and licked my hands and shared the flavor of my pussy between them.

After this went on for a while, with me going back a few times to get my hands nice and wet again, my mom asked me if I would like to taste Kim too.

Of course, I said yes. Not just yes, but yes please!

Kim had another smart idea. She got up on her knees, next to me. I slid onto my back, resting my head on the bed. My mother turned on her side and moved in close to watch what we were doing.

As Kim was getting ready to position her pussy near my mouth, she stopped for a moment and just looked at me, at my nearly flat chest. She said to my mom, “When she’s laying down like that, it looks like she has no boobs at all. Like’s she’s just a little girl.”

My mother smiled. “She is a little girl.”

“I know, but I mean like she’s only 8 or 9 or something.” She gently laid her hand on my chest, between my nipples, and slowly slid it down to my belly, then back up to my chest. “So smooth…”

She looked into my eyes, leaned over and kissed me tenderly on the lips, and said, “You make me so wet.”

Then she did the most amazing thing. She actually straddled my head, kneeling directly over me, placing her beautiful pussy right in front of me. I could hardly believe this was happening. I felt my face burning with excitement and I grabbed her bottom, squeezing it, heedless of the rules.

Kim started to masturbate as I stared at her sex. It was so incredibly hot! This cute girl with a really nice body was rubbing her clit and opening her pussy lips and putting her fingers inside herself, and she was doing it just so I could watch her and taste her!

Within only a minute, or maybe less, Kim was almost ready to come. She was panting and moaning, fucking herself with her fingers, moving them in and out really fast, and looking down at my mouth — which was right under her pussy — and then she said, “Here I come, here I come, oh god I…”

Suddenly something happened I’d never seen before. As the girl climaxed, she actually sprayed on me. A spurt of moisture came shooting out of her pussy and landed on my face. She groaned and kept moving her fingers in and out of her cunt, faster and faster, and then it happened again. Another spurt, another splash on my face. She really was coming on me!!!

My mom was right next to us the whole time, watching closely, and getting very excited. She was masturbating too. When Kim sprayed on me the second time, that made my mother come.

Above me, Kim was shuddering and gasping, two fingers pressed deep inside her dripping pussy. She seemed to be in the middle of a long, rolling orgasm. I had to blink to clear my vision. Some of the spray had landed in my eyes. It was all over my face, but I didn’t mind a bit. I licked my lips, tasting her.

Finally Kim was calm enough that she was able to open her eyes and look down at me. “Oh my god, did I just come on you?” she asked. “On your face?”

I smiled and nodded, caressing her bottom as I licked my lips again. The girl slowly withdrew her fingers from her pussy and raised them to her mouth, tasting herself.

Then my mom, who had just climaxed while watching us, leaned in close and began licking and kissing my lips. That meant her face was also right next to Kim’s crotch, and as we were kissing, my mother would turn every second or third kiss to lick Kim’s cunt, sliding her tongue up and down the girl’s slit, soaking up her juices, and then put her tongue back in my mouth, letting me share the taste.

My mother and I kissed like that for a long time, enjoying the girl’s delicious pussy juice. Kim watched us, and soon she began fingering her clit.

“Kiss your Mommy, little girl,” she moaned as she masturbated, “kiss your Mommy while she’s licking me.”

A minute later Kim was climaxing again. This orgasm was not as intense as the one before, and she didn’t spray me again, but it was really exciting to watch her come while my mom was licking her pussy right in front of my face and kissing me at the same time.

When she finished, Kim slid her body down until she was resting half on top of me, her thigh laying over mine, and kissed my mouth. My mom shifted around on my other side so she was laying the same way, half on top of me, and she was kissing me as well.

Kim put her fingers down between her legs, then brought them up to my mouth, giving me more of her juices to taste. My mother did the same thing, dipping her fingers into her own cunt and bringing them to my mouth. So then I reached down to my pussy, got my fingers wet, and lifted them to my lips.

They were both kissing me, and my mom and Kim were kissing each other too. We all were sharing the taste of pussy, three pussies, kissing each other’s mouths, rubbing our lips and tongues together. It was so unbelievably sexy, almost like I was making love with both of them at the same time.

As we continued kissing and licking, my mother began sliding her cunt up and down along my leg, just above my knee. Soon she was moving faster that way, while kissing Kim and me at the same time, and she was starting to breathe hard, like she was getting close to an orgasm.

Kim realized what my mom was doing, and then she started doing it too!

This was yet another new thing for me. My mother was fucking my thigh, and in fact, I had two woman fucking my legs at once!

They rubbed themselves against me, harder and faster. I could feel their slippery wetness on my skin, and the heat of their pussies. By now, they’d stopped kissing as they each focused on making themselves come from fucking my leg.

My mother started climaxing first, and then Kim, just after her.

Looking straight into my eyes, my mom said, “Julie, honey, I’m coming on y— AHH!!!!”

Kim, with both hands under my thigh, gripping me to give herself even tighter contact, humped my leg faster and faster until she began coming too. She suddenly straightened herself up, shoved her cunt hard against me, and cried out.

I had two naked women on top of my little body, both of them climaxing loudly. I just laid there and watched, amazed — and also very aroused.

My mom finished and fell against me, limp. Kim finished a moment later, and she too fell onto me.

Thoroughly exhausted, they lay panting on top of me.

I held them, gently stroking their backs, feeling their hot sweaty skin, wishing so much that one of them — or both of them — would kiss my nipples and suck on them, then touch my pussy and make me come.

After a while, though, my mom looked at the clock radio by the bed, and said, “Oh, I hate to say this, but it’s time for me to go get the girls.”

So, she and Kim slowly got up and started getting dressed.

I asked my mother, “Is it okay, Mommy, for me to give myself one more orgasm?”

“Yes, my love, of course it’s okay,” she answered.

As they were getting their clothes on, I masturbated, one hand clutching my little tits and the other rubbing my clit. As excited as I was by everything Kim and my mother had done with me that night, it didn’t take long for me to come.

When I finished my orgasm, my mom, now dressed, leaned over the bed, kissed me gently on the lips, and asked if she could have another taste of my pussy.

I smiled and nodded, giving her a kiss.

She reached down between my legs, covered my hand with hers, and pressed my fingers into the opening of my vagina. Feeling my mother’s hand so close to my pussy was almost enough to make me come again.

She raised my hand to her mouth and tasted my juices as she looked into my eyes. My mom is so hot!

She finished licking my fingers, gave me one more kiss, and then said, “Don’t forget, honey, you need to get some clothes on before I come back with your sisters, okay?”

“Okay, Mommy, I will.”

Just before they left, Kim kissed me too, using a lot of tongue. She put her hand on the inside of my naked thigh, gradually sliding it up very high, almost but not quite touching my pussy. I really wanted her to touch me there.

Pulling away, the pretty girl smiled at me, kissed me once on the nose, and then they went out the door, waving goodbye to me.

Sighing, feeling oddly unsatisfied, I turned on my side and just laid there for a moment. I thought to myself, I know I’m only 12, but god it feels like I am so ready to have actual sex with another woman, or a girl. I wonder how long it will be until that happens?

Then I reminded myself that very few kids my age get to do all the things that I had done. And almost none of them, probably, has a mom like I do who is so great about including me in all her exciting sexual activities. I smiled, grateful for what I had.

I checked the clock and decided I had enough time for at least one more orgasm before I had to put some clothes on. Turning onto my stomach, I humped my hand and fantasized that I was rubbing my pussy on my mother’s leg the way she had rubbed hers on mine.

I imagined kissing her lips, putting my tongue in her mouth, holding her breasts in my hands and squeezing her nipples as I moved my cunt against her leg, faster and faster.

Soon, I was coming, one last time. I felt better.

After a few minutes, I got up from the bed, washed my hands and face, put on my pajamas, and straightened up my mom’s bed. Then I went into the adjoining room where I sat on my own bed and started reading a book, waiting for my sisters and my mother to get back.

Continue on to Chapter 16

By Naughty Mommy

A few weeks later, Molly had a birthday. Hers came in October, about a month after mine. She turned 8 years old.

As a family, we’ve never done that much to celebrate Christmas except exchange a few gifts — my mother was and is about as far from religious as it’s possible to be — but she loves making a big deal out of birthdays.

Molly was a kid who loved animals, so for her birthday, my mom took us all on a trip to Sea World. We stayed in nice hotel and ate great food and enjoyed the water rides and the whales and the dolphins and everything else. It was a blast.

While we were at the park and also at the hotel I kept seeing lots of pretty girls and attractive young women. I wanted to tell my mother about them, letting her know the kinds of girls I found especially appealing, as she had asked me to. But Kate and Molly were almost always with us so I never had much of a chance.

On the second day of our visit, though, when my sisters were on a ride together, my mom took me aside for a moment.

“Honey, are you having a good time?”

“Sure, Mom, it’s great.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, that for the last few weeks you and I haven’t been able to, you know, play our little game again. It’s just that we’re in an exceptionally busy period at the firm right now, and I’ve been totally distracted.”

“I know, Mommy. I understand.”

“I know you do, darling.” She squeezed my shoulder and kissed my cheek. “But… I miss it. Do you miss it as much as I do?”

“Yeah, I do, a lot.”

She smiled and put her arm around my waist, pulling me close. “Well, when we get home, I’ll see if I can’t set up a special night for you and me to—”

Just then the girls came off their ride, and we had to end the conversation.

We had two rooms at the hotel, each with two beds. Molly and my mom slept in one room, while Kate and I shared the other. That was frustrating, because it meant I couldn’t even masturbate, as I usually did every night, since I was afraid Kate might hear me. So, I tried to satisfy myself with a few idle fantasies as I was falling asleep, remembering the sexy young girls I’d seen earlier that day, or thinking about the girls I liked at school.

I thought about Madison a lot. I really liked her. But I also thought about girls at school who were younger than Madison, some of them much younger, maybe just in the fourth or fifth grade, around 9 or 10 years old. I’d noticed at Sea World too, especially when we were waiting in line for the water rides, or when we were at the hotel swimming pool, that my gaze often would be drawn to girls who were that age. There was something about their bodies, the way they were just beginning to develop — or not even started yet but were getting close — that really excited me.

I still enjoyed looking at older girls, teenagers, and at sexy grownup women too, but I was surprised by how much the younger ones aroused me. I worried that maybe that meant something was wrong with me, that it was bad for me to have sexual thoughts about girls who were so young. As I laid in the dark picturing little girls like that in my head, I wondered if it was wrong — but I also got very turned on. I imagined being in a place, maybe in a changing room, where I could see them naked.

I fantasized about getting up very close to those little girls, looking at their nude bodies, holding them, feeling their soft, smooth skin, caressing them. When I felt my pussy getting hot and wet then, as it always did, I would allow myself to gently touch it, through my panties, letting myself enjoy the pressure of my fingers. But I managed to restrain myself from doing more than that.

I was resigned to the situation as it was, for the time being. No masturbation and no game-playing. Fortunately I still had all those amazing memories of being with Melissa and Tracy and Danni and so many others, and I was sure there would be many more in the weeks and months (and years?) ahead of us.

* * *

The frustration I was feeling led to one of the more daring things I had tried up to this point.

We were at Sea World, eating lunch in a sandwich shop, when I got the idea. I was looking around at some of the other women and girls who were in there, letting myself fantasize a bit about what it would be like if my mom and I could be alone with one of them. One pretty blonde in particular caught my attention.

She was maybe 14 years old, sitting with a little boy of about 5 or 6, and with a woman who must have been their mom. They were at a table near us, drinking Cokes.

The blonde reminded me of Madison, at school, and also of the cute girl with the ponytail that my mother and I had seen on the escalator that day at the mall. That made me think me of what my mom had said then, that maybe the girl and her mother had later masturbated while they were talking about me. I was getting excited as I remembered that.

And then the pretty blonde girl in the sandwich shop noticed me looking at her. She smiled at me, and it was such a lovely, warm smile that I instantly felt myself getting wet. That’s when I had my idea.

I got up from the table, telling my mom I was going to the restroom.

“Are you all right?” she asked. I’d stood up rather suddenly, and she might have been concerned that I was feeling sick or something.

I grinned at her, “Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll be right back.”

Then I hurried to the ladies room, went into a stall, and took off my panties. I was wearing a short jeans skirt and flat sandals that day, along with a pink Sea World tank top, and no bra.

I touched my pussy. It was definitely wet. I tasted myself, and I was briefly tempted to masturbate, but I was so eager to go ahead with my plan that I decided not to.

I balled up the panties in my hand and left the stall. There was no one else in the restroom. I looked at myself in the mirror for a second, noticing that my erect nipples were clearly protruding through the thin tank top. I liked that.

Returning to my seat at the table, I leaned down to my mother’s purse, which was on the floor by her feet, and slipped the panties inside. My mother saw what I was doing, and she also saw what I did next.

My chair was next to my mom’s. Molly and Kate were sitting beside each other on a bench on the opposite side of the table from us. I glanced quickly around the shop to make sure no one else would see, and then I turned toward my mother and casually opened my legs, letting her look down at my exposed pussy.

A smile spread across my mother’s face. I scooted my chair up to the table, closing my legs, and picked up my sandwich to finish eating. My mom took my hand in hers and squeezed it.

As the day went on, I looked for more opportunities to display myself to her that way, which my mom really seemed to enjoy. I was able to do it only a few times, but it gave me a thrill to know I was doing something so naughty. It was exciting to walk around the park, with people everywhere around us, and me in a short skirt with no undies!

Still, although this was an arousing diversion, it wasn’t nearly as satisfying as when my mom and I played our ‘game’ at home. Oh well, that would just have to wait, I guessed.

* * *

But then, late in the afternoon while we were waiting for a dolphin show to start, my mom got up and left me and my sisters sitting in the stands for a few minutes. When she came back, her face was glowing with excitement. She sat next to me, took my hand and squeezed it tightly, whispering one word in my ear, “Tonight!”

I wasn’t sure what she meant by that, though of course I hoped it would be something sexy and exciting. Just then the show started, so I couldn’t ask for any details.

Forty-five minutes later, when it was over and people were exiting the stands, my mother said she had one more special treat for Molly’s birthday. She told us she’d purchased tickets for the Cirque du Soleil show being presented at a nearby arena. It was a very popular event, but she had managed to find two good seats together.

“Only two seats, Mommy?” asked Kate, apparently wondering which of us would be left behind.

“Yes, honey, two seats — one for Molly, the birthday girl, and one for you.”

“But, what about you and Julie?”

“Well, I could only get two tickets, and anyway, Julie told me she’s got a little bit of a sore throat, so it might be best if she stays in tonight and rests.”

I didn’t really have a sore throat, but I guessed this was my mom’s way of getting the two of us some special time together. I tried to hide my anticipation and look like maybe I wasn’t feeling very well.

“So, here’s what we’ll do,” continued my mother. “I have another little surprise for all four of us right now, and then after that we’ll go back to the hotel. We can order a nice dinner from room service, then I’ll take you two girls to the Cirque du Soleil, drop you off, and pick you up later after it’s over, okay?”

“Okay!” Kate and Molly nodded eagerly, obviously excited by the prospect of going to see a big show all by themselves.

The additional surprise my mom had planned for us was a backstage guided tour of the dolphin attraction, led by one of the trainers, a very cute girl in her early twenties named Kim.

Kim showed us around the dolphin tanks, explained how they train them, and let each of us feed a fish to one of the dolphins. She even gave Molly the chance to guide a dolphin through some tricks.

At one point, my mom took me by the hand, stepped away from the others, and whispered as we looked at Kim, “That girl, baby, tonight, with you and me.”

Now I was really excited. Kim was adorable, with a very pretty face, light brown hair, a nice tan, and a trim, athletic body. I could hardly wait!

Again, of course, I tried to hide how I was actually feeling. I enjoyed the guided tour, but didn’t say much. When it ended, Kim wished Molly a very happy birthday, then turned to me and told me she hoped I would be feeling better soon. I thanked her, and as we were leaving, she gave me the cutest wink, like we had a special secret together. And we did!

Back at the hotel, we had our room service dinner. I tried not to eat too fast, even though I was hungry and the food was really good, because I wanted to seem like I wasn’t feeling that well. Then it was time for my mother to take Molly and Kate to the Cirque du Soleil.

“I’ll be back in about a half hour, sweetie. You just rest, okay?” My mom smiled and blew me a kiss as she went out the door.

I wasn’t tired at all, didn’t need to rest, and I was very excited. I paced around the room, wondering what it would be like to see Kim naked, wondering what my mother would do with her — and what she might let me do with her.

I didn’t want to expect too much, of course, because up until now, mostly my mom had just had me watch and masturbate while she had sex with the women and girls she brought home. But the last time, with Danni and Tracy and Melissa, there had been a little more for me to do, actually a lot more! So I wondered this time what I might be allowed to do with Kim.

The door opened and they came in. Kim had changed into a denim mini-skirt and a midriff-baring top. She looked amazing. My mom was wearing very short satin shorts and a loose tank top over a pink bikini. She looked amazing too.

We sat down on my mother’s bed. My mom looked at her watch and said that, unfortunately, we didn’t have very much time. In less than two hours, she would have to go and pick up my sisters.

“So, since we don’t have very long together, why don’t we get started?” suggested my mom.

“Okay,” nodded Kim, with a big smile.

My mother leaned toward Kim and began kissing her. Soon they were touching, my mom reaching under Kim’s top, feeling her smooth, tanned skin. Kim had her hands on my mother’s long legs, stroking her thighs, gradually moving closer to her crotch.

I scooted to the head of the bed and propped up some pillows to watch. They seemed to really enjoy kissing a lot, both women becoming excited, breathing hard and moaning as their tongues explored each other’s mouths.

Then their shirts were coming off. Kim wore a transparent lacy blue bra that clearly revealed her nipples. After taking off her own bikini top, my mother reached behind Kim’s back, unhooked and removed her bra, then bent down to lick and kiss the brunette’s erect nipples.

I was getting excited too, and I started rubbing my own nipples through my t-shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra, since my breasts were still so tiny. My nipples were hard, and it felt nice as I squeezed them and pinched them.

Kim pushed my mother back on the bed, laid on top of her and kissed her again for a few moments, then moved down slightly so she could lick and suck my mom’s nipples.

I reached under my shirt to fondle my nipples directly. Kim looked up at me, smiling, and asked, “Honey, will you take off your top for me, so I can see your chest?”

Kim was holding my mom’s breasts, one in each hand, and licking the stiff wet nipples as she looked at me. It was really exciting.

I answered, “Well, um, okay, except I don’t have much to see yet.”

“That’s all right, darling,” said Kim, “it’s just what I like. I love little girls.”

I looked at my mom and she winked at me.

Now I was beginning to understand a big part of the reason my mother chose Kim. Not only would she not get freaked out by the idea of having a 12-year-old girl watch her having sex, she would actually enjoy that! And I also started to think that maybe Kim’s interest was not only in my mom, as hot and sexy as she was, but maybe also in me. That thought made me wet.

So, I pulled my t-shirt over my head and let Kim get a good look at my nearly flat chest. My tits were still just tiny bumps, but my nipples were hard and pink.

“Mmm, god, you’re hot,” breathed Kim as she resumed sucking my mother’s breasts.

A few minutes later, Kim was sliding slowly down my mom’s body, licking and kissing her. She tugged at my mother’s shorts, pulling them and the pink bikini bottoms off at the same time. Then she spread my mom’s legs apart and started kissing her labia.

My mother sighed and turned her head toward me. As she felt Kim’s tongue and fingers penetrating her, she moaned, “Oh, it feels so good,” and she reached out and caressed my leg.

I was wearing white shorts and white cotton panties. I knew my panties were already wet.

Kim looked up at me again. “Can you take off your shorts for me, Julie? I want to see what a naked 12-year-old girl looks like.”

“Okay.” I slipped off my shorts, and my panties too.

On impulse, I got up on my knees and put my hands between my legs. I used my fingers to spread my pussy lips apart, letting Kim, and my mom, see my wet sex.

Kim stopped licking my mother’s vulva for a moment. She studied my naked body: my small breasts, slender waist, sparse amount of light brown pubic hair, my slim thighs, and my open pussy. “My god, you are so fucking hot,” she said.

I smiled, blushing a bit, but very proud.

“Yes, she’s an amazing little girl. I love her so much,” said my mom.

I leaned down and kissed my mother on the mouth.

“Mmm…” Kim watched us kiss, then reached one hand down between her legs under her short skirt to caress herself, before she resumed licking my mom’s cunt.

After we ended our kiss, my mother did something surprising.

“Sit down, honey, and spread your legs out,” she said.

I did so, putting my back against the headboard. My mom shifted her position on the bed so she was laying between my outstretched legs, her head resting on my thigh. Her face was right next to my pussy.

Kim followed my mother, crawling to the middle of the bed, meanwhile unzipping her skirt and slipping it off, along with her sheer blue panties.

We were all naked now.

Before she resumed her cunnilingus, Kim put a hand on my leg, sliding it slowly up from ankle to knee. “Your little legs are so pretty, Julie.”

“Thank you,” I grinned.

The girl settled down to lick my mother’s pussy some more — she obviously loved doing it — and also slid a finger inside, which made my mother groan with pleasure.

Then, in a husky voice, my mom said, “Julie, I want you to masturbate while you’re watching us. Make yourself come, and then let me taste you.”

I saw Kim’s eyes grow wide when she heard that.

“Okay,” I said, and I started rubbing myself. I was already very excited and I didn’t think it would take long for me to have an orgasm.

Kim’s eyes kept going back and forth from my mom’s cunt, which she was licking and fingering, to me. She watched as I fondled my breasts with one hand and rubbed my clit with the other. She especially seemed to like it when I would spread my pussy lips apart and dip my fingers into the opening of my vagina, bringing out lubricating moisture which I applied to my clit.

Even as she kept eating my mother’s pussy, Kim’s hand was moving fast between her own legs. I couldn’t tell for sure, but I think she was fucking herself.

I looked down at my mom. She had her head turned toward my crotch, and she was watching me. I saw her lick her lips, and I heard her whisper, “Come for Mommy, baby.”

That was all I needed. I started to climax.

As I was holding one hand over my hot throbbing pussy while squeezing one of my little breasts with the other hand, I could hear my mom getting close to a climax too. I could always tell, by the way she would start to pant and moan in a kind of rhythm. It was like her signature or something. I’d seen her have so many orgasms by this time, and heard how they sounded, that I was intimately aware of her style.

I was still coming myself, but somehow I also managed to keep part of my mind focused on my mom. I knew she had asked me to let her taste my pussy after I masturbated, so the second that I was able to regain control of myself, I opened my eyes and looked down at her face.

She had her head turned and was staring at my crotch. She could see my hand pressing hard against my sex, and I’m sure she could see the sticky wetness of my fluids spreading between my fingers. Her mouth was open and she was licking her lips as though she couldn’t wait to taste me.

As my final spasm ended, I took a deep breath, cupped my fingers to gather up as much of my liquids as I could, and then moved my hand about three inches from my pussy to my mother’s mouth.

She seized my hand and greedily sucked and licked my fingers.

I looked down at Kim. She had her mouth fastened over my mom’s cunt, thrusting her tongue inside her, but her eyes were watching us, watching a little 12-year-old girl who was giving her mother a taste of her pussy juice.

“Julie — Julie! Kiss me, honey! Kiss me!”

It was my mom. She was right on the verge of a climax, and she wanted me to kiss her mouth. I bent down and brought my lips to hers. We kissed deeply, our tongues playing with each other. And just as she started to come, my mother grabbed both of my hands in hers and clasped them over her beautiful breasts.

“Touch me, baby! Touch Mommy’s tits!” she demanded, between kisses.

I clutched her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, while kissing her wetly — and then she was coming.

She almost screamed in my mouth, her orgasm was so powerful. Her hands holding mine over her breasts were gripping them so tightly that it hurt me, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was for my mother to have all the sexual pleasure she could possibly have.

Then I heard Kim crying out too. She was still fucking her pussy with her fingers, and now she was bringing herself to a climax.

When my mother finally let go of my hands, her arms dropped limply to her side. I gave her breasts one last loving caress, and then I impulsively put my fingers back between my legs to find more pussy juice, smearing it over my mom’s lips before I kissed her again. I went back to get even more wetness from my vagina, rubbing it all around on her face this time. I wanted to coat her with the evidence of my sexual arousal, showing her how excited she could make me. My mother’s eyes were still closed and she was panting, but she licked her lips as I kissed her, tasting me.

Although Kim’s orgasm was a strong one, it ended quickly and immediately she seemed to need more. She pulled her fingers from her cunt, sucked them briefly, then clambered up higher on the bed and mounted my mother.

The brunette lifted up one of my mom’s long legs, and placed her pussy directly over my mother’s. She started moving against her, urgently, frantically, fucking her hard and fast.

My mom, who had barely completed one climax, was now being brought rapidly toward another, with almost no time to recover or rest. She was sweating, gasping for breath, her face glistening with my fluids.

It was a lot for one woman to take, but I knew my mother. I knew how much she craved having sex with hot young women like Kim. She’d said earlier that we didn’t have much time, and I knew she would want to fit as many orgasms for all of us into that time as we could. She was holding up her leg with one hand, high in the air, pulling it back toward herself to give Kim complete access to her cunt, and with the other hand she was squeezing Kim’s thigh.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Make me come!” she hissed.

Kim looked up at me, looked into my eyes as she gyrated her cunt against my mother’s. She stared at me, staring at my naked body, and said to me, “I’m fucking your mother, little girl, I’m fucking your mother.”

“Fuck her hard,” I told her. “Fuck my mommy and make her come!”

Continue on to Chapter 15

By Naughty Mommy

I was about to continue when something caught my eye and made me stop and stare. Angela was crouched between Bambi’s legs, holding the child’s hairless pussy lips apart with the fingers of one hand. In her other hand she held a large firm peach slice, which she was slowly inserting into the little girl’s vagina.

Bambi was propped on her elbows, watching what her mother was doing. Her face was flushed, and she trembled and moaned as Angela pushed the peach slice in as far as it would go, which was only about halfway. The woman licked her lips, then lowered her mouth to her daughter’s sex and began hungrily devouring the fruit.

I looked at my own luscious daughter. She was on her back, waiting for me, her legs open, one hand gently caressing her clit, the other toying with her nipples.

Reaching over to the cart, I refilled my dish. Then I scooped up about half of the strawberries in my hands and held them over Kelly’s crotch. Squashing the fruit between my fingers, I spread it onto my daughter’s labia and down into her slit. I heard her gasp as my fingers penetrated her. I rubbed the rest of the sticky, sweet-smelling juices onto my own pussy.

I gathered up the rest of the strawberries and cream mixture from the dish, mashed my hands together and then lifted them to my face, rubbing the stuff all over my lips and cheeks and even into my hair.

I bent over and put my fingers in Kelly’s mouth, then I kissed her. I smeared my lips around on hers. I rubbed my wet, sticky hands on her face and into her hair too. We kissed and licked each other, both becoming increasingly aroused.

After a few minutes of kissing that way, I shifted my body until I was directly on top of my daughter. I lowered my pussy onto hers, feeling the strawberries mash between us as our vulvas came together.

I lifted my lips from Kelly’s and looked into her eyes. Smiling, I said, “My little strawberries-and-cream girl. My sexy sexy daughter.”

She smiled back at me, and just then we heard Bambi starting to come. We both looked over at them.

Angela was kneeling on the bed, her hands under Bambi’s bottom, lifting her child’s sex to her face. The woman moved her mouth greedily all around between her daughter’s legs, licking and sucking and kissing and tasting as the little girl climaxed.

“They are so hot,” Kelly whispered.

“Yes, they are,” I agreed. “But you are very hot too. My hot sexy little 12-year-old daughter. And now I’m going to fuck you with my cunt.”

Kelly smiled, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Okay!”

I kissed her once, and then began moving on her, slowly at first, then faster. The friction between our bodies made the juices quickly warm up and the heady fragrance of strawberries enveloped us.

My little girl wrapped her legs around mine. She arched her pelvis and matched the rhythm of my thrusts. Looking into my eyes, she cried, “Mommy, fuck me!”

Soon we were climaxing together. Kelly started coming first, and that made me come. She locked her legs around me, squeezing me tightly, pulling my cunt into hers.

I buried my face in her neck, tasting strawberries and cream and sweat. I groaned and hugged her, feeling the hot pulsing in my pussy as I climaxed on top of my child.

When our mutual orgasms began to subside and our bodies were able to relax, Kelly released the hold of her legs on my bottom and they fell to the bed. She was still breathing very heavily. I lifted my face and gently kissed cheek.

“God, Mommy, you made me come so hard!”

I kissed and licked her neck. “That’s because I love you, baby girl.”

Taking a deep breath, she said, “Whew, I’m so hot and sweaty.” I slid off my daughter and laid beside her.

“You two are so beautiful together,” said Angela. “The perfect mother-daughter pair.”

I raised my head to look at her. She was leaning against the headboard, her legs spread wide apart. Bambi was laying next to her, her little head resting on Angela’s thigh. She was gently fondling her mother’s pussy lips.

“Thank you,” I smiled, “but I think you two make an equally perfect pair.”

Angela lifted her daughter to a sitting position and kissed her mouth. “I think you’re right,” she said as she nuzzled the girl’s nose.

After kissing Bambi one more time, Angela got down from the bed. The tall blonde stretched languidly — I marveled again at her superbly proportioned form — and then pushed the serving cart back over against the wall.

“Well, I must say, this fruit and cream idea was a great success,” she said as she turned to us, beaming with pride at how well her erotic designs had turned out.

“It was the best dessert I’ve ever had,” declared Kelly, and we laughed.

Looking at the clock by the bed, Angela sighed, “I wish it wasn’t so, but Bambi and I have to be ready to leave in a little more than an hour. That gives us about enough time to take showers, wash and dry our hair, and get dressed, wouldn’t you say?”

“I know I really need to wash my hair,” I grinned.

“Me too,” agreed Kelly.

“You can take a shower with me,” Bambi told her, “in my room.”

“Sure, why not?” said Angela. “The girls can clean up together, and Sharon, would you like to shower with me? I’d enjoy that. We can wash each other’s backs.”

“Okay.”

The two little girls scampered off together toward Bambi’s room, dripping fruit and juice on the plush carpeting.

Angela shook her head and smiled. “What darlings they are.” Then she took my arm and we went into her bathroom suite.

In the shower, we washed each other’s hair, then I washed her back, and she washed mine. But it wasn’t only my back she washed. Standing behind me, she slid her soapy hands down between my legs, reaching her long fingers in to caress and wash and excite my pussy.

Even after all the orgasms I’d had during the past 24 hours, I was easily ready for one more. I turned toward Angela, took her face in my hands and kissed her. Then I lowered my mouth to her breast and sucked her hard nipple. Meanwhile she still had a hand between my legs, rubbing my clit with her fingers.

I took my mouth from her breast and kissed her again as I pressed my body to hers. She was leaning against the tiled wall. I put my hand down to her pussy and slid my fingers between her labia. She was hot and wet inside. I began fucking her with my finger, then with two fingers.

She was fucking me, too. We fucked each other’s pussies and kissed and made each other come in the shower.

After our mutual climaxes, we smiled, kissed a little more, and sucked our fingers. Then we finished washing and got out of the shower, toweling each other off.

While Angela began blow-drying her hair, I went to get my clothes, and I also brought the cosmetic case from our bathroom back with me.

Angela’s hair was dry when I returned, so I borrowed her blow-dryer while she started putting on her makeup. When my hair was dry, I put on my eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara, and a little blush, and I tried one of the new lip tints — there were a dozen different colors in the case to choose from — I picked ‘Passionfruit’.

Looking at myself in the mirror, pleased at how attractive the expensive makeup made me look, I said to Angela with a wink, “I gather this is not the first time you and Bambi have picked out a mother and daughter to seduce.”

“No, you and Kelly may be the best,” she patted my arm, “but you’re not the first.”

After touching up her own lipstick, she got up from the vanity and began getting dressed. She put on a bra first. It was black and lacy and pushed her breasts into a tantalizing display of cleavage.

She sat down again and drew sheer black thigh-high stockings up over her shapely legs. Slipping into a pair of black pumps with four-inch heels, she stood to admire herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door.

“Not bad for an old lady of 38, huh?”

“I’ll say.” I looked at her long, beautiful legs, made to seem even longer and sleeker by the high heels, at her smooth shaved pussy, her flat stomach, her tempting breasts, and her perfectly made-up face. “Stunning is the word that comes to mind.”

She put a hand on my cheek and smiled. “You’re sweet.”

She went into the dressing room for a moment and came back wearing a red silk blouse, which she buttoned only high enough to barely hide her bra.

“So, how many times have you done it?”

“Quite a few times now. Or at least we have tried quite a few times.” Angela stepped into a black wrap-around skirt that buttoned at the side. The skirt came to just above her knees, but she left most of the buttons undone, putting plenty of thigh on display.

“Um, no panties?” I asked with a grin. “Do you ever wear them?”

“Not very often. Sometimes I will if I’m wearing slacks or jeans, but when I’m in a skirt or a dress, I almost never do. I like how it makes me feel, and besides, when we’re traveling as we are today, Bambi likes to be able to reach in and touch me whenever she can get away with it.”

I shook my head, amazed and impressed by the brazen sexuality of this woman and her daughter.

Angela checked her makeup one more time in the mirror, then turned to me and said, “Are you ready? Shall we go check on the girls?”

I was dressed and ready to go, so we got up and left the bathroom arm in arm.

“We began playing our game about a year and a half ago,” she told me. “We’re very careful, mind you, never to attempt it anywhere close to where we live, where someone might recognize us. We always go to far-off cities, at least a couple of states away, and stay in a nice hotel, or sometimes in a resort.”

“That sounds…” I started to say ‘expensive’ but then I thought that would make me sound provincial, so I said, “I mean, that sounds complicated.”

“It does take some effort to set everything up, but we think it’s worth it.”

We found our daughters in the living room, cleaned up and dressed, sitting on the floor playing with dolls again.

Kelly was in the dark blue crop top and tight jeans she’d been wearing when we first met Bambi and Angela. I assumed she also had on one of the panty and bra sets I’d bought for her at Victoria’s Secret, but when my daughter stood up to admire Angela’s outfit, I saw her little breasts bobbing unhindered under her shirt. So she was bra-less and maybe panty-less too. That made me smile.

“Wow, you look great, Angela,” said Kelly, as her gaze ran from the blonde’s cleavage down to her legs.

“Thank you, darling. You look very lovely yourself.”

Angela took a seat on the sofa near where her daughter was playing on the floor, and crossed her long legs. I sat on the sofa beside Angela, and Kelly sat down on the floor next to me.

Bambi had changed into a yellow tank top and a short white skirt patterned with cartoon flowers. She was wearing lacy white socks with white sneakers, and I could see quite clearly, from the way she was sitting, that her little panties were white too.

Angela went on. “Bambi and I generally travel somewhere once or twice a month to play ‘The Lost Girl Game’, as we call it. Of course, it’s not always successful. I’d say at least half the time we either can’t find anyone we think is suitable, or if we do, they’re just not interested in what we want, and won’t be persuaded. On those occasions, my little cutie and I will just spend our time pleasing each other, something we’re pretty good at, of course—”

“I’ve noticed,” I interjected.

Angela winked at me and continued, “But when we do find a mother and daughter who want to play along with us — and a few times it’s been a mother with more than one daughter — then it’s wonderful. Again, though, it’s not often that the moms will do as much with their girls as you and Kelly have done.”

She looked down at her daughter. “It’s been, let’s see, Bambi, is this the fifth time we’ve found a mother and daughter who were willing to go all the way with each other?”

Bambi looked up. “Um, there was Heather and her mom, and then Miss Terri and Connie and um, Allie and Lisa… and then Cindy and her mom, and then… are you counting the twins?”

“Twins?” I asked.

Angela chuckled. “No, I’m not counting them. They were great fun, though, a pair of 16-year-old blondes who were willing to do anything and everything with Bambi and me, and with each other too. But their mother would only watch us and masturbate. She wouldn’t really join in.”

“But she let you lick her,” said Bambi.

“Yes, I made her come in my mouth, which was nice, but unfortunately she wouldn’t touch you or her own daughters, no matter how much I tried to convince her that she should.”

“Wow, twins…” I mused.

“The other pair I’m thinking of is Joanne and her daughter. What was her name?”

“Um, it was Maggie,” said Bambi. “But I didn’t like her very much.”

“I know,” Angela sighed. “It was strange that time. Usually we find it’s the moms who need the most convincing, but this time Joanne would have gone along, no problem, but it was her daughter who resisted. In the end, though, we were at least able to get them to finger-fuck each other, and they both had orgasms that way, even though that was the only thing Maggie would agree to do. She wouldn’t even kiss her mother while they were having sex.”

“How old was Maggie?” I asked.

“She was 14,” answered Angela.

Kelly asked, “How about, um, Heather, and what was the other girl’s name, Sandy?”

“You mean Cindy?” suggested Bambi.

“Yeah, Cindy. How old were those two?”

Angela said, “Let’s see, Heather was 11 then, and Cindy was 12, just like you, Kelly.”

“I liked her,” said Bambi.

“I did too,” Angela agreed. “Cindy was really something. Right away she was willing to take off all her clothes and let me and Bambi play with her body, and she loved touching us too.”

“Especially me.”

“That’s right, Bambi, especially you. Cindy couldn’t seem to get enough of touching you all over. It took us a little while to get her mother, um, Maureen, it was, to join in. But once she did, the four of us had a very good time together.”

“Did you ever find a mom with, like, three daughters you could try it with?” asked Kelly.

“Yes, we have, twice,” answered Angela. “The first time was just about a year ago, Terri and her three girls, two teenagers and one who was 11 then, she’s 12 now. They were wonderful.”

“Wow…” I sighed, trying to imagine it.

“And then again, around six months ago, we had another opportunity. That didn’t go quite as well, however. The woman’s name was Linda, and she had three pretty daughters. I can’t remember their names, but I remember their ages. They were 14, 11, and 9 years old. All three were slender, dark-haired little beauties.”

“That’s awesome,” said Kelly.

“They were lovely girls, and they let us take off their clothes and look at them naked, and we could do certain things like give them gentle massages, but Linda refused to go any further than that.”

“Except she was masturbating practically the whole time,” said Bambi. “I saw her.”

“She was,” laughed Angela, “even though she tried to pretend she wasn’t. We got her daughters naked, and we got Linda to take off her top and her bra, but that was all. She wouldn’t take off her pants. But just like Bambi says, she always had a hand between her legs, pressing on her pussy, especially when we were touching her girls. She really liked it, I think, it seemed to get her excited, but she wasn’t willing to admit that, maybe not even to herself.”

Bambi said, “I just remembered their names: Rebecca, Mandy, and Kate.”

“That’s right,” nodded Angela. “Good memory, little girl.”

“Tell me more about the twins,” I said, as I shifted closer to Angela on the sofa. “Were they pretty?”

“Yes, they were, or cute anyway. They both had braces, and lots of freckles. And gorgeous blue eyes.”

“And they both had shaved pussies,” added Bambi.

“They sure did,” said Angela. “Their bodies were kind of softly rounded, though, not fat at all, but not as thin as I prefer. I like them very slender, like you, Kelly.”

She winked at my daughter.

“You want them all to be little girls, like me,” Bambi said, “with no titties or pussy hair yet.”

“Well, that is what I like best,” smiled Angela.

“But the twins,” I persisted. “You said they would go along and do anything you wanted? Including with each other?”

“Especially with each other,” Angela answered. “I’m quite certain that our afternoon and evening with them was not the first time they’d been sexual together. I never got a straight answer from them about it, but I’m sure they’d been fooling around with each other for some time.”

“And what did they do together?” I asked.

“Everything. They kissed, they touched and licked each other’s breasts and pussies, they finger-fucked, they did a 69 when I asked them to…”

“They liked licking you too,” said Bambi.

“Yes. Both at the same time. That was quite a treat,” Angela recalled, “looking down and seeing two identical blondes busily eating my pussy.”

“Wow,” I said.

“What was it like with Heather?” asked Kelly.

“She was the first,” Bambi said.

“That’s right, it was Heather and her mother, Sarah, who were our first,” agreed Angela. “Not the first ones we tried to do it with, but the first mother and daughter who would go all the way with us and, more importantly, with each other.”

“What did Heather look like?” Kelly asked.

“She was very thin, just 11 years old. She had red hair, like you do, honey, only hers was a little darker, and it was straighter, not as curly as yours. Her legs were long and slender and she had almost no breasts yet, just little bumps.” Angela smiled. “It took us a couple of hours, maybe three or four, until we finally got Sarah to make love with her daughter, but once she did, they were so beautiful together, weren’t they, Bambi?”

“Yeah.”

“I remember how hard we had to work at seducing them. We kept going back and forth, first you with the mom and me with the little girl, and then we would switch. And after we got their clothes off, and after they let us touch them and lick them and we made them both come, then we still had to demonstrate for them a couple of times, you and me, to make them see how perfect it can be when a mom and a daughter have sex with each other.”

“That is so cool,” said Kelly. “You guys are incredible.”

The phone on the table next to the sofa rang. Angela picked it up. She listened for a moment, then said, “Very well, thank you. Give us a minute, then send them up.”

Hanging up the phone, she said to her daughter, “That was the hotel front desk, baby. The limo is here. Do you have all your things packed? Are you all set to go?”

Bambi nodded. “Yeah. I’m all done.”

“Good girl.”

I stood up from the sofa and reached down to take Kelly’s hand, pulling her to her feet. “Well, we’d better get going then.”

Bambi jumped up and flung her arms around my waist. “Oh no! I’m going to miss you!”

I patted the little girl on the back and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. “I’ll miss you too, precious, very much.”

Then I looked at her mother. “Could we, perhaps, come and visit you some time? At least stay in touch?”

Angela came to me and kissed my cheek, then kissed my lips. She looked into my eyes and said softly, “No, I’m afraid that’s not how we do it.”

She gazed at me for a moment, then at Kelly, and then down at her daughter.

Gently stroking Bambi’s hair, she said, “The staff is coming to get all our things, dear. Are you sure you have everything packed?”

“She does,” volunteered Kelly. “I helped her.”

“What a darling, thoughtful child you are.” The woman beamed at her and Kelly blushed.

Then Angela turned back to me. “You see, I believe it’s best if we just let each of our adventures stand alone, with no permanent attachments. The next time, a few weeks from now, we’ll be somewhere else, somewhere far away, and we’ll be looking around for another attractive young mother with a lovely daughter that we can try to seduce, won’t we darling?”

“Yes, Mommy,” answered Bambi.

The little girl still had an arm around my waist, but I saw her put her other hand beneath her mother’s skirt and slid it up the inside of her thigh. Angela just smiled at her.

There was a knock at the door.

“That’s the hotel staff. Run now,” the woman urged her daughter, “get your jacket on and don’t forget your dolls.”

“Okay.” Bambi started to go, but then said, “Wait, I have to kiss them goodbye first.”

“All right,” Angela chuckled. “You say goodbye while I open the door.”

So, Kelly and I each got multiple big hugs and kisses from darling little Bambi as Angela let the staff in to start collecting their trunks and suitcases.

Angela went with Kelly and me to our bedroom where we gathered up the shopping bags containing all the wonderful gifts we’d received from her. Closing the door briefly behind us, she gave each of us a long wet kiss.

“I hope you two can stay very close for a very long time,” she whispered to us. I think she may have had tears in her eyes.

We came out of the bedroom and Bambi followed us to the front door of the suite, where we got even more hugs and kisses from her. Angela kissed us each once more on the cheek, and then Kelly and I started toward the elevator.

“Bye!” Bambi called out as we walked down the hall.

We turned and waved at her. “Bye, darling!”

In the elevator, I got a tissue from my purse and dabbed at the tears beneath my eyes.

“Do I have lipstick on my cheek?” I asked Kelly.

“Yeah, and your mascara’s running too.”

We laughed a little about that and shared a hug.

I blew my nose on the tissue, and when the door of the elevator opened into the palatial hotel lobby, I strutted proudly out with my head held high, my shoulders back, braless breasts swaying openly under my thin silk top, my erect nipples plainly showing. Kelly and I marched arm in arm back through the mall to the parking garage where we’d left our car the day before.

On the way home, my daughter was quiet for a long time.

Then suddenly she said, “Hey, Mom, couldn’t we do that too? I mean, I know we can’t afford a fancy hotel room and everything, but what if we just went somewhere, and I pretended to be lost, or like I needed help, and I tried to pick out a nice-looking woman with a cute little girl — do you think we could do it? Shouldn’t we try?”

THE END

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By Naughty Mommy

In the morning, Angela had yet another set of surprises for us.

Kelly and I awoke just before 8:30, according to the crystal clock beside the bed. We kissed, then decided to take a shower together, soaping up each other’s bodies and playfully touching our private parts, although we didn’t have sex.

We each tried some of the new cosmetics, then put on our robes and went out to see if the others were up yet.

They were. We found them in the living room, and they were fully dressed.

Bambi was on the floor playing with some dolls, and her mother was sitting in an armchair, writing in a notebook. The woman’s long legs were crossed, showing plenty of thigh.

Angela wore a very short pleated red and white miniskirt that made her look like a cheerleader, along with a tight white V-neck sweater with the sleeves pushed up to her elbows. I noticed that today she did have a bra on. She was wearing a pair of white strapless sandals with three-inch heels. Her lovely legs were bare.

Her 9-year-old daughter was in a baby-blue crop top that barely covered her chest and bright green spandex short-shorts that clung to her little body, clearing revealing her puffy labia. She had green and white sneakers on her feet.

“Good morning, loves,” Angela greeted us. “You both slept well, I trust?”

“Yes, very well,” I told her. “But now I feel like a slouch. We’re not even dressed yet, and look at you, you both look fabulous.”

Angela laughed. “I just had some things to arrange this morning, so Bambi and I got up and out of bed a little earlier, didn’t we, baby?”

“Yeah, but not until after I licked you.”

“That’s right, you did, you sweet girl,” her mother smiled.

The doorbell rang.

“Ah, there’s our breakfast,” said the tall blonde. “I hope everyone’s hungry.”

I realized that I was indeed quite hungry, even though we’d enjoyed such a big dinner the night before. All that sex must have burned a lot of calories! “I sure am,” I said, and I turned to Kelly. “How about you?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Me too!” added Bambi.

Angela opened the door and three very pretty young women came into the suite, each pushing a large cart packed with covered dishes. Instantly the room became filled with mouth-watering smells.

The women set up a huge gourmet buffet for us, with southwest-style scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, bacon, two kinds of sausages, waffles we could make ourselves, hot and cold cereals, an assortment of pastries and muffins, four different juices to choose from, and a big pot of hot coffee. In addition, there were two covered plates that contained freshly made eggs benedict.

“I thought you might like to try this, Sharon,” Angela said as she uncovered one of the dishes. “The restaurant chef told me he has a special recipe for the hollandaise sauce, which he could never reveal but was certain we would enjoy.”

“It looks just wonderful,” I said, taking a sniff, “and it smells even better!”

The large living room had a table set to one side with four padded chairs around it. After arranging the buffet, two of the young women prepared the table for us, putting on a white linen tablecloth, silver place settings, and a beautiful centerpiece of fresh flowers.

While they were doing that, Angela said to the third woman, apparently the lead server, “And then the other part, if you will, in about an hour,” as she casually slipped something into the woman’s hand, which I believe was a $20 bill.

We began dishing up our plates and sat down to enjoy breakfast. I did try the eggs benedict, which was truly remarkable, along with juice and coffee. Kelly decided to make herself a waffle, and Bambi had cold cereal — Frosted Flakes — and a cherry-filled pastry. Angela sat next to me, with the other plate of eggs benedict.

“Where do you and Bambi live?” I asked her. It seemed strange that I had not asked such a simple and obvious question before then, but we’d had, of course, plenty of other things commanding our attention.

“On the east coast,” she said, “in a, well, on a large estate. Most people would probably call it a mansion. It’s been in my mother’s family for generations. I inherited it when she passed away three years ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear about your loss. Is your father still alive?”

“I’m not sure. He and my mother divorced when I was a child, and I haven’t seen him since.”

“Like my dad,” said Bambi.

“Yes, just like your father. I guess it runs in the family.”

Kelly had finished preparing her waffle and sat down on the other side of me. “That’s like my dad too,” she said, “only then he died.”

“Yes,” I explained. “My husband and I split up when Kelly was still a baby. We didn’t see much of him after that, just short visits once or twice a year, and then about six years ago he was killed in an accident on the job.”

“That’s just terrible,” Angela commented. “It’s so sad. What sort of business was he in?”

“It was construction. He worked with heavy machinery, big tractors and things. I guess they can be dangerous if you’re not careful.”

“How awful. Kelly, I’m sorry you had to lose your father that way,” said Angela.

“That’s okay. I still have my mom and she’s the best.”

I smiled and winked at her.

“Yes, she is,” Angela agreed. “You’re a very lucky girl.”

“Um, do you have any brothers or sisters?” I asked her. “And, you know, I just realized, I haven’t even asked if you have any other children yourself, besides Bambi.”

“No, just her,” she smiled as she ruffled her daughter’s hair. “This little one is plenty. She’s a handful, I tell you.”

Bambi giggled.

“And no siblings either. It was just me and my mother. We were close, though, like Bambi and I are. I loved her very much.”

I wondered just what she meant by ‘close’. Could that run in the family too?

Bambi was done eating and got down on the floor again to play with her dolls. Kelly finished up her waffle and ate a strip of bacon, and a minute later she was done too. She asked me if she could play with Bambi and of course I agreed.

Angela smiled lovingly at the two little girls playing on the floor with their dolls, and then got up from the table. She walked toward the large windows on the wall between two of the bedrooms. There was a glass door on the side that opened onto a small terrace. She opened the door and stepped outside. I followed her.

It was a bright sunny day, but still a bit brisk in the morning air. I pulled the robe more tightly around me. Angela wrapped an arm around my shoulder and kissed my cheek.

“I’m so pleased that Bambi chose you,” she told me. “It’s been such a delight getting to know both you and Kelly.”

“It certainly has been an adventure for us,” I smiled. “A spectacular, thrilling, and very happy adventure.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that. Do you expect that now, when you go home, you’ll continue being close this way, with your daughter?”

There was that word again.

“Yes, I’m pretty sure we will. Actually, I’m very sure. We had a long talk about it last night in bed before we went to sleep. We are, well, for the time being I guess you could say that we are not just mother and daughter, but also lovers.”

She squeezed my shoulder. “That’s nice. That can be a very good thing.”

“Are you,” I began, “um, I mean, how long have you and your daughter been close that way?”

“Since she was 7. We’d always been loving and affectionate, of course, but that’s how old she was when I first brought her into my bed and taught her how to help me feel good when I would masturbate, how to kiss me and suck on my nipples, and soon after that, how to lick me and put her fingers inside me and so on.”

“How old was — oh, I’m sorry, I know these are very personal, intimate questions. You don’t mind my asking them, do you?”

“Of course not.” She kissed my cheek again, moving her arm down to hold my waist. “You can ask me anything. Anything you want.”

“Well, then, how old was Bambi when she had her first orgasm?”

“That was about a year ago, when she was still 8. She’d been helping me have orgasms for some time by then, in various ways. One of the ways was by licking my pussy, and she often liked to have me lick her too, the same way. She would sometimes get excited when I did that, but she never climaxed until, when was it, early last summer. We were in California, and I was licking her one night, and then suddenly she just came in my mouth. It was great.”

“That is great,” I told her. “You two seem very happy together.”

“We are. I’m very lucky to have a girl like Bambi.”

After a minute or so without talking, as we stood comfortably next to each other, her arm around my waist, I said, “Can I ask how old you were when you first had sex?”

“I was 10,” she answered right away. “It was with my mother.”

My eyes went wide.

“Does that surprise you?” she asked.

“No… well, yes, I guess it does, although maybe it shouldn’t. Like you said, it runs in the family, right?” I smiled at her.

“That’s right,” she chuckled, and seemed to reminisce for a moment before going on.

“My mother loved sex, really loved it. But only with women, not with men. When I was a little girl, she would always have several girlfriends either visiting or staying at our house — the place Bambi and I live in now, which is where I grew up — anyway, she would have her girlfriends there, four or five or six at a time, and they would all sit outside by the pool in their bikinis, and the servants would bring them drinks, and they smoked pot, and rubbed oil on each other’s bodies, and then there would be kissing, and pretty soon they would get up and go off to the bedrooms, sometimes in pairs, or threesomes, or even bigger groups.”

“So, you knew they were having sex?”

“Well, not when I was very little. But yes, by the time I got to be around 7 or 8 years old I’d figured it out. Of course, it helped that they weren’t very careful about closing the bedroom doors, and it really helped that my mother would leave all these magazines out that were filled with pictures of beautiful young women either touching themselves or making love with other women.”

“Wow.”

“And then there were the videos. Often my mother and her girlfriends would watch movies together, lesbian porn, of course, and they usually didn’t mind if I watched along with them, when I got to be a little older anyhow. And while they were watching, they would sometimes masturbate or caress each other. So, I learned all about sex between women very early.”

“Wow.”

“Some of my mother’s magazines were not porn, per se, but they were nudist magazines, with pictures of naked women and also young girls, girls my age, who were naked. Some of her magazines even showed women apparently having sex with little girls, or at least becoming very affectionate with them. My mother found me looking at one of those magazines one day, and she sat down with me, and we looked at it together, and we talked about how nice it was for a woman and a girl to be together, how they could touch and kiss each other in special ways, and make each other feel very good, and then she started doing those things with me, and that’s when we had sex for the first time, when I was 10.”

“Wow.”

“You keep saying that.”

“Yeah, well, it’s a pretty amazing story,” I told her.

“I know,” Angela chuckled, “you’re right, it is.”

“And did you, um, did you keep having sex with your mother for, I mean, for a long time?”

“Yes, we did. Starting when I was 10, and up until — well, the last few years of her life she was pretty sick — but from when I was 10 years old until I was in my late 20s, we had sex quite often, almost every day, I’d say. Even after I got married, which lasted only a couple of years, she would come over to my place, or I would go to hers, at least two or three times a week. We loved each other very much, and we wanted to be as close as we could as often as we could.”

I thought about that for a minute, and then I asked, “Did you, or did she, that is, ever involve you with her girlfriends, sexually, I mean?”

“For a while she did, starting when I was around 11 or 12, but a few years after my mother and I became lovers, she lost interest in anyone but me. She told me I was giving her all that she wanted, everything she had ever wanted, and she didn’t need or want anyone else. And so, by the time I was around 14, the other women stopped coming to see us, and then it was just my mother and me.”

I turned to her and kissed her gently on the lips. “Thank you for sharing all of this with me.”

“You’re welcome, darling.” She returned the kiss. “Thank you for listening. And thank you for sharing yourself and your lovely little daughter with me.”

Then she glanced at her watch. “And speaking of lovely little daughters, it’s just about time for…”

And as if by magic, the doorbell rang.

“Wow, perfect timing!” Angela beamed. “How did I do that?” She kissed me once more on the lips and then we went inside.

Bambi had already answered the door.

Another cart was being wheeled inside by the third young woman, the one I assumed was the lead server. Angela asked her to take the cart into the master bedroom and just leave it, not to worry about setting anything up. Then she tipped the woman again and let her out the door.

I wondered what this next surprise might be. The girls and I waited in the bedroom for Angela to come back.

When she did, she smiled at us and said, “All right, are you three ready for one more round of excitement before Bambi and I have to say goodbye?”

We all nodded eagerly.

“Good,” Angela nodded. “Sharon, you and Kelly go into your bedroom and take off your robes. Then come back here naked.”

My daughter looked at me, eyebrows raised. I shrugged my shoulders, grinning, and we trotted off to do as we were told, holding hands and giggling all the way.

We came back a moment later, still holding hands, now both naked.

“Aren’t they a pretty sight?” Angela asked her daughter. “Such a lovely mother and daughter. And so very fuckable.”

Kelly and I laughed, blushing, as the little 9-year-old girl clapped her hands.

“Now,” Angela continued, “the next thing is, Kelly, I want you to take off Bambi’s clothes.”

“Okay,” said Kelly. She released my hand and went to Bambi. She lifted the little blue crop top up and over her head, and tossed it aside. My daughter looked at the child’s enticing breast buds for a moment, admiring them, then extended her hands to tease Bambi’s small pink nipples. She fondled them gently and leaned in to kiss each of them several times. The little blonde sighed in pleasure.

After that, Kelly knelt and removed Bambi’s sneakers and socks. Still on her knees, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of the spandex short-shorts and pulled them down, revealing the girl’s hairless vulva. She wasn’t wearing any panties, of course. My daughter gave her friend another big kiss, this one smack in the middle of her pussy lips.

And now that Bambi was naked, Kelly stood up and turned to Angela.

“Very nice,” said the blonde woman. “You two get up on the bed and watch while Sharon takes off my clothes.”

The girls clambered onto the bed and sat with their bare legs hanging over, eager to see the show. Angela stepped to a spot right in front of them and waited for me.

I went to stand next to Angela. In her heels, and with me barefoot, she was more than six inches taller than I was. I put my hands over her breasts and squeezed them. I could feel that the bra she had on was very thin. Her erect nipples pressed into my palms.

Standing on my tiptoes, I kissed her lips. Then I gripped the bottom of her white sweater and began pulling it up. Angela raised her arms and I removed the sweater. The bra was flesh-colored and almost completely sheer.

I put my hands on her breasts again. I loved the feel of her stiff nipples jutting out through the fabric. Then I undid the front clasp, took the bra off, and laid it aside. I placed a hand under each breast and lifted them. I extended my tongue and flicked it over the tip of each long brown nipple. The girls sighed appreciatively.

I found the catch and the zipper on Angela’s pleated mini-skirt and opened them, then slid the skirt down over her hips to the floor, and she stepped out of it. The woman was not wearing any panties. Her beautiful shaved pussy was right there for us to see. I finished by removing the sandals from her feet, and then we were all four naked.

“Thank you, lover,” Angela said as she kissed my mouth. “Now, can anyone guess what the special treat is that I’ve ordered for us this morning?”

We shook our heads.

She put her hand out and placed it on Bambi’s shoulder, then slid it slowly down the girl’s arm. “Do you remember saying yesterday, Sharon, that my daughter’s skin was like peaches and cream?”

“Yes,” I answered.

Angela put her other hand on Kelly’s cheek, then slid it down onto her neck and onto her bare chest. “And you said your daughter’s skin was like strawberries and cream?”

She looked at me, and I nodded.

After giving each of the girls a quick kiss on the lips, the woman walked to the cart that had been delivered and wheeled it close to the bed. There were three covered silver bowls on the cart, each nestled in a larger bowl of crushed ice. There were also four small white dishes and four spoons.

“Well,” she told us, “because we’ve had such a very special time together here, I decided to order us a very special breakfast dessert to celebrate the love and affection that we have shared.”

She removed the silver covers from each bowl. “What we have here is fresh sliced peaches and fresh strawberries, along with crème fraîche.

“Mm,” I commented, “that sounds delicious.”

Angela turned to me, grinning. “You still don’t understand, do you, darling?” I frowned, and she leaned over to give me a quick kiss.

“I’ll show you,” she said. “Girls, scoot back further on the bed and lay down, next to each other. Move the covers out of the way, and the pillows. That’s right.”

The two naked little girls were laying side by side on the satin sheets.

Angela picked up a dish and spooned a few peach slices and some of the whipped cream onto it. Then she went to the bed and climbed onto it. She moved next to Bambi, and I thought that perhaps she was going to feed the special dessert to her daughter, but no, Angela had other ideas.

First, she took the spoon and dipped it into the cream, then licked the spoon. Keeping her mouth open, with the white cream on the end of her tongue, she bent down to Bambi, who parted her lips. Angela put her tongue inside the girl’s mouth and they shared the sweet taste.

They licked each other’s tongues and kissed each other’s lips. Soon, Bambi was giggling and that made Angela giggle too. Then she sat up and handed the spoon to me, but kept the dish with the peaches and cream.

Using her fingers to pick up a slice of the fruit, she dipped it into the cream. Then she rubbed the white froth over each of her daughter’s nipples. She squeezed the fruit between her fingers, making the juice run, and dribbled it onto the girl’s chest.

She put the rest of the peach slice in Bambi’s mouth, letting her eat it, then leaned over her daughter’s naked body and began messily licking the sweet cream from her nipples and lapping up the juices from her chest. Bambi giggled again.

With her lips covered in peaches and cream, Angela kissed the girl again on the mouth. This time Bambi did not laugh, but kissed her mother passionately.

When they finished the kiss, Angela sat up and turned to me. “Would you like to do the same with your little girl, using strawberries and cream?”

“Sure,” I smiled. I looked at Kelly and we both giggled. This would be fun!

I quickly filled a dish and got up on the bed next to Kelly. I looked at her lovely face, her smooth naked body, and I told her, “I love you, darling.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

I kissed my 12-year-old little girl and we nuzzled noses. Then I dipped a ripe strawberry into the cream and fed it to her. I leaned over and we ate it together, smearing the juice and cream all around on our lips and tongues, giggling and kissing.

I picked up another strawberry and dipped it into the cream. This time, I spread the cream on my daughter’s pink nipples, then squeezed the fruit between my fingers, dribbling the juices over Kelly’s lightly freckled chest and tummy. She giggled again.

Looking over at Angela, I saw that she had filled her hands with a mixture of sliced peaches and cream and was holding them over Bambi’s crotch.

Mashing her fingers together, Angela crushed the fruit, then began spreading the whole mess all over her little girl’s body, but mostly on her tummy, her thighs, and her vulva. Bambi closed her eyes and sighed as she felt her mother’s wet fingers moving between her pussy lips.

I thought, what a job this will be for the maids to clean up, but then I smiled as I remembered that Angela was surely paying plenty, and doing it gladly, for the privilege of making a mess like this.

Turning back to Kelly, I lowered my mouth to her breasts and carefully licked all of the sweet cream from her nipples, making them become very erect, and then I sucked her nipples. Kelly held my head in her hands and moaned. After giving a thorough sucking to both of my daughter’s nipples, I moved slowly down her slender body, licking up the strawberry juice.

When I reached her navel, the juice was gone. I reached into the dish and picked up two more strawberries. Dipping them into the cream, I held them over Kelly’s mound and crushed them in my hands, letting the juices drip into the scant patch of her pussy hair. I watched as the strawberries and cream mixture dribbled down through her soft auburn curls and onto her labia.

All this was making me very wet, and not just my hands, but my cunt too. I wanted to rub my clit and make myself come, but then I had another idea.

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