Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

Kelly started coming again. Her body was panting and heaving. With every spasm, her muscles went rigid and then relaxed. Over and over again, she clenched, then went limp. Finally the girl was spent, and Angela let her go.

Kelly rolled away from her, nearly fainting, and she might have fallen dangerously over the edge of the jacuzzi tub had not Bambi been there to catch her, to hold her, to pet her and soothe her.

I was glad my daughter had someone else who could help her recover, because I was busy at the moment.

Angela raised her head and looked down at me. Her face was smeared with my daughter’s pussy juice.

“Fuck me, Sharon,” she said. “Fuck me hard! Fuck my cunt!”

I lifted my mouth away from her tit and looked up at her, licking my lips. I put my arm around her waist and held her body tightly, making it easier for me to plunge my fingers harder and faster and deeper inside her.

“Fuck me hard, fuck me hard!” she cried, taking both of her breasts in her hands and pinching the erect nipples. “Fuck me hard and make me come!”

As I continued pumping three fingers in and out of her vagina, I reached up with my thumb so it would stimulate her clit with every thrust.

“Right there! Right there!” Angela cried. “Don’t stop!!”

I kept fucking her, hard, and lapped at her nipple with my tongue as she squeezed it between her fingers.

“Fuck me hard! Fuck me hard!! Oh, oh, oh god, I’m — I’m — AHH!!!!!”

I felt her vaginal muscles clamping down tight around my fingers. Her body shivered in my arms as she climaxed. I loved watching her, this incredibly sensuous woman reveling in the pleasures that another woman could give her.

“Ohh, fuck, that’s so fucking good,” Angela groaned once her spasms began to subside, “you fucked my fucking cunt so hard.”

I smiled to myself, thinking how horrified I would have been only a day earlier to have my 12-year-old daughter exposed to such vulgar language. And now look where we were!

I glanced over at the girls. They were easing down into the water together. Bambi was holding Kelly, helping her. I heard her say, “You’ll feel better once you get inside here and you can rest in the nice warm water.”

Then I turned back to Angela.

“I fucked your daughter’s cunt with my tongue and made her come in my mouth. You fucked my daughter’s cunt with your finger and made her come in your mouth. I just fucked your cunt with my fingers and made you come. Now I want to lick your cunt. I want to eat your pussy and suck your clit and fuck your cunt with my tongue and make you come in my mouth. And I want to do all those things while our daughters, our two little girls, are watching us.” I stated it all in a loud voice, making sure the kids would hear.

Kelly stared at me. “Wow…”

“Cool,” added Bambi.

Angela’s response was to wrap her arms around me, pull me up to her, and kiss me deeply on the mouth. I tasted my daughter’s pussy on her lips.

We kissed for a long time, using our lips and tongues, thoroughly exploring each other’s mouths. After several minutes of intense, luscious wet kissing, Angela pulled away and whispered in my ear, “Look.”

Our daughters were kissing too, the same way we were. Kelly was up against the side of the tub, with Bambi in her arms. The girls were pressing their taut young bodies together as they kissed.

I smiled, feeling very happy. Then I told Angela, “Okay, it’s time. I’m finally going to do what I’ve been wanting to do ever since you opened the door to your room and I saw you for the first time.”

“What’s that?” she smiled back at me.

“I’m going to lick your pussy.”

“Did you really think about doing that when you first saw me?”

“Yes, I did. And you know what?” I nodded toward the girls. “When I first saw your daughter in the mall, that cute little 9-year-old Bambi? I immediately started fantasizing about having sex with her, too, about taking off all her clothes and kissing her and licking her and fucking her naked body.”

“Oh, my, Sharon, you are a very bad girl,” Angela grinned. “No wonder I like you so much.”

Then she pushed herself up until she was sitting on the built-in shelf that was just at the water level of the tub.

I looked at her for a moment, at her amazing body. “You are such a beautiful woman,” I told her.

I lifted one of her long, sexy legs out of the water, holding it in my hands, admiring her smooth golden skin, the tone and shape and span of her limb.

And I began at her toes, licking them and sucking them, making Angela shiver in delight. I licked her foot, her instep, her ankle, and slowly made my way up her calf, to her knee, then up the inside of her thigh. And as my tongue was bathing her leg, my hands caressed the smooth skin of her gorgeous leg, my touch growing more and more insistent as I moved higher and higher. By the time I had almost reached her pubis, the woman was trembling with desire.

“God I want you so much,” she said in a husky voice. “You’re making my pussy so wet. I want your tongue inside me, fucking me.”

I smiled up at her, and then stole a look at the girls.

They were still kissing, but now Bambi was riding my daughter. They had shifted to a position where, apparently, they could rub their pussies together under the water. I couldn’t tell for sure, but the way they were moving in rhythm, up and down, it certainly looked as if the two little girls were fucking each other.

I turned my attention back to Bambi’s mother. Her pussy lips were swollen and reddened. They were standing apart, and I could look directly into her cunt. I could see her wetness. It made my mouth water.

“Oh god you’re so hot,” I breathed.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs, leaned in close, and kissed her sex. I kissed her vagina the very same way that I would kiss her mouth. I used my lips to massage the rim of her cunt, gently extending my tongue as I would if I was french-kissing a woman or a girl.

I pressed my face against her, breathing her aroma, tasting her, kissing her passionately. And the longer I kissed her, the more deeply I inserted my tongue into her vagina.

I brought her right to the edge that way, fucking her cunt with my tongue.

And then I pulled away. I wanted to make her wait. I wanted keep her on the edge like that, just at the peak of her desire, on the brink of an orgasm, teasing and playing with her until she begged me to make her come.

I began kissing the insides of her thighs. I licked her smooth golden skin and gently rubbed my hands over it. I licked and kissed all around the edges of her pussy.

Next to us, Bambi was still fucking my daughter, moving urgently against her. They were no longer kissing. Kelly had lifted one leg from the water and was holding it up with her hand, giving the little girl more direct access to her pubis.

I ran my warm tongue up and down the sides of Angela’s labia, but only on the outside, not the inside. I kissed the skin just above her clit, pressing my lips to her and sliding them around.

“Sharon, I’m so close…”

And she was. I could smell her dripping sex, could feel the heat radiating from her cunt. Her body was quivering. Her voice shook when she spoke.

“Oh, please, I’m so close.”

I lifted my lips from her mound and looked up at her. Her lovely face was flushed with desire and shining with sweat, her blonde hair damp, strands of it clinging to her. She looked like woman who badly needed to be fucked.

I smiled at her and licked my lips lasciviously.

In response, she tried to put a hand between her legs and rub her clit. But I wouldn’t let her. I gently but firmly took her hand and moved it away.

“Not yet,” I said. “Soon.”

“Hurry,” she croaked.

I raised myself out of the water until my chest was at the level of Angela’s crotch. Holding one of my breasts in my hand and squeezing it to make the erect nipple point straight out, I pressed myself against her, inserting the nipple into her vagina. I fucked her with my tit. I moved my nipple around inside her, feeling the wet slickness of her juices on it. Then I did the same thing with my other breast, until they were both coated with her wetness.

Angela was panting and moaning. She watched me fuck her with my nipples.

“Make me come,” she whispered.

I pulled my second tit out of her and held my glistening breasts in my hands, showing them to her.

Keeping my eyes on her eyes, I lifted one breast toward my face and extended my tongue until I could lick the tip of my nipple, and I tasted her. I did the same with the other breast, then pinched my nipples between my fingers.

“Now?” I asked her. “Do you want me to make you come now?”

The woman arched her back and raised her hips, presenting her open cunt to me. “God, yes, please! Make me come now! Please!!”

She was begging me.

I heard my daughter beginning to squeal. She was holding both legs up out of the water now, and Bambi was moving fast and hard against her. Kelly’s eyes were shut tight, her breath coming in hisses. She was very close to a climax.

I paused for a moment, savoring this amazing special day when the entire focus was on hot lesbian sex between two young girls, between their mothers, and between the girls and their mommies. It was delectable.

“Are you… gonna… come?” gasped Bambi, between thrusts. It was apparent that she was nearly ready for an orgasm too, but wanted to wait for Kelly so they could come together.

I smiled to myself, feeling completely happy, and turned back to the 9-year-old child’s beautiful mother.

I slowly lowered my face to Angela’s crotch. But I did not lick her or kiss her. I closed my eyes and smelled her, deeply inhaling the intoxicating aroma of ardent female desire. Then I pressed my face into her, but again without opening my mouth.

First I pressed my nose into the opening of her vagina. I moved it around slightly, then shifted my face until my lips were on the woman’s sex. I did not part them yet, did not lick her, but rubbed my lips back and forth, coating them with Angela’s sweet nectar.

I bent my head down until my brow was inside her pussy. I wanted my whole face to be covered with her sexiness. I held her labia apart with my fingers and pressed myself against her.

Only then, when I could feel that every inch of my face, from my chin to my cheeks to my forehead, was wet with her juices, did I begin kissing once more.

I kissed her vagina. I kissed the insides of her labia. I moved up and kissed her clit. I licked her clit. I sucked her clit. I put a finger inside her and fucked her.

Kelly was coming. She cried out, “Ohh!!!!”

Bambi fucked her harder-harder-faster-faster and then she was coming too. She squeaked and went rigid and the two little girls, our children, climaxed together.

I moved my finger more rapidly inside Angela’s hot wet pussy as I sucked on her clit. And then, just as I sensed that she was ready to explode, I pulled my finger out and shoved my tongue deep inside her.

Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I pressed my mouth against her sex. I plunged my tongue into her, fucking her, and she came in my mouth.

She clutched my head in her hands and groaned as each wave of her orgasm broke over her. I felt the contractions inside her, the walls of her vagina clamping down around my tongue. I tasted her and she flooded my mouth with her sweet juices.

Angela’s climax lasted a long time. She seemed to keep coming, again and again, as I held my grip around her thighs, thrusting my tongue deeply into her cunt.

Finally she was spent.

Her body began to go limp, with only a few remaining gentle quavers, the last remnants of her powerful orgasm, making her tense up for a few moments.

I relaxed my hold on her thighs and lifted my face from her pussy. I looked over at Kelly and Bambi.

The two girls were floating in the warm water, tenderly holding each other, foreheads and noses touching, basking in the afterglow of their mutual satisfaction.

Angela began sliding down into the jacuzzi too. I helped her, easing her in. She put her arms around me and kissed my mouth. I knew she could taste herself on my lips.

Her kiss was soft. She whispered to me, “That was…unbelievable…so hot and so perfect.”

I returned her tender kiss and we held each other for a time, floating in the water, cherishing the sensations, the same as our daughters were doing.

The four of us gradually floated together, and our arms went around each other. Two adult women and two young girls, naked in the swirling water, holding and touching and now softly kissing.

Kelly was on my left, Angela on my right, Bambi across from me. But we were all very close together, hugging and kissing. I felt their warm breath, felt the steam from the water, the softness of their lips, the dampness of their skin.

I licked Kelly’s tongue with mine, Bambi kissed me on the neck, and Angela’s tongue was in my ear. Then Kelly was licking my neck and Bambi and her mother were kissing deeply.

We had all experienced a wonderful long afternoon and evening of glorious exciting sex, and still it seemed there was more to come.

None of us, though, wanted to break up the delectable four-way clutch we were in. We kept floating that way, bobbing gently in the hot water, arms around each other, legs entwined, lips and tongues touching and exploring. Angela kissed me as Bambi sucked on my daughter’s earlobe. I kissed little Bambi as her mother nibbled at the child’s neck and Kelly kissed mine.

Then all four of our mouths came together and we shared a moment of intense passion, wet tongues and soft lips eagerly seeking the others in a frenzy of incestuous lesbian desire.

That peak led to a set of pairings. Mothers wanted their own daughters again, and we floated apart, Kelly with me, Bambi with her mommy.

We went to the side of the tub and Kelly reached for my nipples beneath the water. She squeezed them in her hands as she kissed my mouth. Then she urged me up, until I sat on the low shelf. She began playing with my breasts, going back and forth, holding a tit in each hand, licking and sucking my erect nipples, making me wet with need. I put a hand between my legs and caressed my sex.

Bambi and Angela had been hugging and kissing each other for a long time, but now Angela had taken a seat inside the tub across from us and her daughter was climbing out of the water.

I looked at the girl’s slim naked body, a child’s body, hairless and smooth. She was dripping, her skin red with warmth. She carefully laid her legs over her mother’s shoulders, holding on to the back of her head. Angela cradled her daughter’s thin buttocks in her hands and began licking the little girl’s slit.

I was stroking Kelly’s hair, cooing at her as she sucked on my tits. But I needed something else. I took one of her hands in mine and lowered it to my cunt.

“Put your finger inside, baby,” I told my daughter. “Fuck me with your finger.”

Kelly slid a finger into my wet pussy, nestling it in deeply, probing around and feeling the inner walls of my vagina as she continued to lick and suck my breasts.

It felt heavenly, her eager young mouth on my nipples, her slender finger exploring the depths of my cunt — now it was two fingers — and now she was beginning to plunge them in and out of me.

I knew it would not take long for me to come that way. But I needed more.

I took her face in my hands and raised it briefly so I could kiss my baby’s lips. Then I whispered, “Kelly, my sweet Kelly, I need you to lick Mommy’s pussy. I want you to make me come in your mouth.”

My daughter kissed me again, twice, and then she smiled at me. “Okay, Mommy.”

She went down on me.

I opened my thighs as far as I could and leaned back, closing my eyes. I felt my little girl spreading my labia apart, felt her lips kissing my sex, her tongue licking my clit, her fingers fucking my cunt. I held my breasts in my hands, pinching the hard nipples.

I felt a familiar welcome stirring within me, the urgent heat growing within my center, the approach of my orgasm.

My little girl was fucking me with her fingers. She was licking my clit, and I was going to come in her face.

Just then Bambi squeaked. “Mommy!!” she cried.

I opened my eyes to see that the child had her thin legs wrapped tightly around Angela’s head, her hands in her mother’s hair, pulling the woman’s face against Bambi’s sex. She squealed again, her head thrown back. She was coming in her mommy’s mouth.

I looked down at my daughter, my precious baby, the little seventh-grader I’d watched earlier in the day, so totally excited as she modeled her first sets of sexy bras and panties for me in the Victoria’s Secret dressing room.

Now she had her face between my legs, eagerly licking and sucking my wet pussy, fucking me hard with her slender fingers.

I could see the strawberries-and-cream coloring of her complexion beneath her red curls, the adorable light scattering of freckles. She was my daughter, my child, the little girl I had raised and loved since infancy, and now she was eating my cunt and I was going to come in her mouth.

I wanted her to hear me say it.

“Kelly,” I said, “baby girl, Mommy’s going to come in your mouth.”

She just nodded, glancing briefly into my eyes, but never pausing in her exertions of stimulating me sexually.

“Mommy’s going to come while you lick my pussy! Mommy’s going to come while you fuck my cunt! Mommy’s going to come in your face!! Mommy’s —— AHH!!!!!!”

And that was the last of our orgasms that night in the whirlpool tub. I finished, actually coming two more times while Kelly kept licking and fingering me, and then I was exhausted, worn out.

Kelly got up from between my legs, grinning at me and wiping her mouth. She sat next to me on the edge of the tub and laid her head on my shoulder, sighing contentedly.

Angela was sitting across from us, with Bambi perched in her lap. They had been watching as my daughter performed oral sex on me. Bambi smiled at us and Angela blew me a kiss.

Then the jacuzzi was turned off, the drain was opened, and we all got out of the tub. The hotel, as you might expect in an exclusive suite, had wonderfully soft, thick, absorbent towels.

As we were drying off, I heard a conversation between the two girls.

“You know when we first saw you in the mall?” asked Kelly. “You weren’t really lost, were you.”

“Uh-uh. That’s a just a game me and my mom play sometimes.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. Know what? She was there with me too. We were looking around for someone to do it with,” Bambi said, “and we saw you. Actually, I saw you first, walking toward Victoria Secret. I told her ‘Look at those two, Mommy. They look nice.’ My mom thought so too, and she said okay. Then she moved away but kept watching until you came out of the store later. And after she could tell that you and your mom were gonna take me to the hotel, she hurried so she’d already be in our room when you got there.”

“That is so cool.”

Angela surprised Kelly and me by furnishing us with luxuriously comfortable terry-cloth robes, embroidered with the hotel emblem. “They’re yours to keep,” she said, also providing us with large shopping bags and boxes in which to take the robes home with us.

“Oh, but you shouldn’t have,” I told her. “It’s too much.”

“No, it’s just a tiny little gift from me and Bambi to thank you for sharing so much of your time — and your affections — with us.”

“But I thought you said no thanks were necessary,” I winked.

She grinned at me. “Just this once. And remember, I make the rules.”

As for sleeping arrangements, I was given the choice. There were three bedrooms in the suite, and we could arrange it however I wanted. Angela and I could each have a room to ourselves, and the girls could share a room. Or the two moms could sleep together, and the girls could each have a separate room. Or we could all try sleeping together in one big bed — or any other combination that seemed best to me.

I thought about it for a minute, and then I proposed that the mothers and daughters should stay together in separate rooms. Or at least Kelly and I in one room, while Bambi and Angela could make up their own minds.

“It’s just that, well, I think Kelly and I have a lot to talk about,” I told them with a smile, as I hugged her shoulder.

“That sounds fine,” agreed Angela.

So, my daughter and I were shown to the third bedroom, which was sumptuous, and we were given a selection of brand-new designer nightwear to choose from, and to take with us. Would there be no end to Angela’s generosity?

She also split the remaining champagne into four glasses and put the untouched chocolates onto two separate plates, giving us treats for a little nightcap, she said.

They left us at our bedroom door, the woman and her daughter each giving us sweet bedtime kisses, and then we were alone.

“Mom, can you believe it?” Kelly said. “This room also has its own bathroom with a shower and a tub. And it has a dressing room too!”

“I know. Pretty amazing, isn’t it? Angela must have a lot of money. Or maybe her husband does, if she has one.”

“Eww, do you really think she might be married? I can’t imagine her together with a man.”

“I don’t know, but it’s possible. She might be divorced, though, or even widowed. Or for that matter, it might be her family that’s wealthy. I have no idea. But she does seem to have plenty of money and to enjoy spending it.”

We drank a little champagne together, enjoyed the chocolates, and then picked the fancy gowns we wanted to sleep in and started getting ready for bed.

In the bathroom were new toothbrushes, three kinds of toothpaste, a variety of soaps and lotions, and a designer case filled with expensive cosmetics. A note slipped under the edge of the case read, ‘Take me home with you!’

“Man, it’s like we won a game show or something,” said Kelly.

“You’re right, it is,” I chuckled. “Only I don’t think network TV would ever be showing what we did today.”

“That’s for sure,” giggled my daughter. “It’s probably too hot even for the Playboy Channel.”

The room had two large beds, but we decided to sleep together in one bed.

As we snuggled close in our silky, sexy gowns, we talked for a long time that night about everything that had happened. We talked about what it meant for a little girl to be procuring sexual partners for her mother, about how the two of us would now have a very different relationship when we went home than we’d had the day before, about how we would have to be careful to conceal the intimate nature of that relationship from people who wouldn’t understand, which meant almost everyone, and we talked about Kelly’s certainty that she was a lesbian, a realization she’d gradually become more aware of over the past couple of years, though she’d never said anything to me about it. We talked about the many different ways that two women, or two girls, or a woman and a girl, can give each other pleasure, and then we made love.

It was tender, slow, and affectionate. We kissed a lot, gently caressing each other’s bodies through our nightgowns, kissed some more, eventually removed the nightgowns, and then kissed some more.

We laid on our sides, face to face, put our hands down between our legs and we masturbated as we kissed. It was thrilling to see my daughter bring herself that way, naked in bed with me, touching her little breasts and her pussy until she was ready for a climax.

She came first, and I lovingly watched her. When she was done, I asked her to suck on my nipples as I rubbed my clit and slid a finger inside myself and had my own delicious orgasm.

We wanted to do even more, but we were both very sleepy, and we agreed that there would be many, many more nights and days in the future for us to explore each other’s bodies, to enjoy all the pleasures we could have together.

I fell asleep laying on my back, with Kelly’s arms around me, her head resting between my breasts. The last thing I remember was my daughter’s quiet whisper, “Mommy, I love you, I love you.”

Continue on to Chapter 8

By Naughty Mommy

I was greeted with a surprise the next morning when I got up to go to the toilet and then looked in the bathroom mirror. There was a small purplish bruise on the side of my neck, right where Melissa had been kissing me the night before.

I knew what it was. I’d heard kids at school talk about ‘hickeys’, although I’d never seen one up close. It made me feel conflicted. Partly I was annoyed at Melissa for disfiguring me that way, but mostly I felt proud and happy that I carried what I thought of as an adult mark of active sexuality.

But now I had a dilemma. Should I let anyone else see this? What if Kate or Molly saw it? Would they know what it was? I doubted that Molly would, although she might be curious enough to ask me what had happened. Kate could very well be old enough to realize what it meant, and if so, she certainly would insist on knowing how I got it.

I rummaged through my drawers until I found an old turtleneck. I didn’t wear it very often, and the weather outside was still pretty warm, too warm really for that shirt. But I tried it on anyway, looking at myself in the mirror. The mark on my neck was only partially covered, still noticeable enough to attract attention. When I adjusted the collar high enough to conceal it completely, it made me look ridiculous.

Sighing, I took off the turtleneck and put it back in my drawer. I would just have to let people see the hickey and figure out how to explain it. I didn’t think my mom would be bothered too much by it — after all, it was at the orgy she’d organized that I received it — but still I felt uneasy as I made my way downstairs for breakfast that morning.

My mother was at the stove fixing scrambled eggs. My nose told me she’d also cooked bacon. That delicious smell made me extra hungry.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” said my mom.

“Hi, Mommy.”

When she looked over at me, she did a classic double-take, immediately noticing the mark on my neck. But she didn’t say anything about it then. She just gave me a knowing smile.

Molly was sitting at the table with a glass of orange juice. Kate was still up in her room.

I sat down next to Molly. She was looking at a Sesame Street magazine while she drank her juice. I kissed her cheek. “What are you reading?” I asked.

“About Bert and Ernie not knowing if they should put coats on when they go outside. It’s funny,” she grinned, turning toward me. If she noticed my bruise at all, she didn’t seem to care about it. Perhaps I was worrying too much about things, as I often did.

“Do you want some eggs, baby?” asked my mom.

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“And bacon?”

“Definitely.”

We ate our breakfast and talked about plans for the day. My mother said she wanted me and Kate to help her clean out the flowerbeds in the backyard and plant some new rose bushes she’d ordered.

“I can help too,” offered Molly.

“Of course you can,” said my mom with a smile, “in fact, you’ll be my number one helper. I have so many things I need you to do for me out there today.”

My sister beamed happily. Like my mother, she was a natural blonde with pretty blue eyes. Her hair was curly and framed her sweet little face. Kate and I both had brown hair and brown eyes, inherited from our father.

I helped my mother clean up the dishes. Just as we finished, Kate finally came downstairs. She was normally the last to rise in our family. When Kate saw the mark on my neck, she frowned at me and I quickly looked away, but she didn’t say anything about it.

In the afternoon we all worked in the yard together. It was fun, and it was a nice feeling to see the results when we were done.

“Well,” remarked my mother, dusting off her hands, “that makes a big difference. Thank you, girls, for all your hard work out here.”

“How soon will the roses bloom, Mommy?” I asked.

“They should start late next spring, maybe around May, if all goes well.”

She looked at the three of us, smiling happily. I noticed that her glance finished on my neck. “Okay, but we’re all pretty dirty now. Kate, will you take Molly inside and get her in the bathtub? I have one more thing that Julie can help me with in the garage.”

Kate and Molly went into the house, and I followed my mom to the garage, carrying the gardening tools we’d used. We cleaned them and put them away.

“Honey,” she began, “how do you feel about that mark on your neck?”

I felt myself turning red, embarrassed to talk about it. Strange, though, that I could see my mother naked, could watch her having hot lesbian sex, and that didn’t make me feel awkward at all. But when she asked me about a hickey, I got flustered. Human psychology is weird.

“I don’t know,” I stalled.

She came up to me, putting her hands on my shoulders. Moving closer to the light, she turned my head so she could get a better look.

“It’s a good one,” she said. “That damn Melissa, I should spank her for doing this to you.”

“It’s not her fault,” I protested, “she was just, you know, kissing me.” Then I grinned, “But it might be fun to watch you spanking her.”

That made my mother smile. “I know,” she sighed, “these things are going to happen. But I just wish she’d been more careful.”

“I don’t mind. I kind of like it.”

“Hm. Have you decided how you’re going to explain to the kids at school if they ask about it?”

“No,” I turned away. “Not yet.”

“Well, if you want to talk about it some more, you just come to me. Okay?”

I nodded.

She patted my shoulder. “Come on, let’s go inside and get cleaned up.”

* * *

The next day at school was interesting.

I was surprised that no one really said anything to me about the mark on my neck, even though a lot of people seemed to notice it. It had faded slightly by then, but was still plainly visible. A few of the older girls seemed to look at me with a newfound respect, as if I’d gained stature in their eyes.

I wasn’t especially popular at school then, being sort of bookish and shy. I had plenty of acquaintances, but not too many close friends. I had one good friend, Amy, an Asian girl who wore thick glasses. We’d been friends since second grade. She was smart, like me, and also studious.

Amy and I did homework or school projects together sometimes, and I’d gone to her house for a sleepover once. She wasn’t that cute to look at, though, and I wasn’t really interested in her sexually. Not the way I was in some of the other girls, and in some of the female teachers too.

There was only one time that day when I thought I might have to explain the hickey. It was during lunch in the cafeteria. I was sitting by Amy when two girls from our class came over and set their trays down near us. One of them, Paige, asked, “So, Julie, what did you do this weekend? Anything fun?”

I immediately blushed and looked down, but didn’t give a response.

I glanced at Amy. She was acting like she hadn’t heard the question. The other two girls giggled a lot but neither of them said anything else about it, and I was relieved.

My sisters and I were attending a private school with limited enrollment. It covered grades K through eight, with small class sizes, no more than twenty students in a room. I was in seventh grade, Kate was in fifth, and Molly in third.

Molly, who was really bright, had skipped second grade. She’d adjusted very well to moving ahead, fitting in right away, and had lots of friends. Occasionally she would have some of them over at our house, and I liked playing with them and being around them. Little girls that age are fun.

Kate was also quite popular. She was much more outgoing than I was, involved in sports, playing school soccer and softball and on the swim team too. Most of her friends, though, seemed to be sort of on the surface. That is, she didn’t seem particularly close to any of them. When her activities were done, she usually liked to come home and be with us.

That’s how I was too, preferring to spend most of my time at home with my mom and my sisters. They really were my best friends.

* * *

Within a few days, my hickey had completely faded away. I actually started to wish I could get another one, to show off some more how cool and grownup I was. But my mom was really busy at work around that time, lugging home briefcases full of papers every night that she had to read, so for several weeks she didn’t go out at all, not even on Saturday nights. She stayed home, and we didn’t play our ‘game’.

That didn’t stop me from masturbating, of course. Every night in bed after I turned out the lights, I thought about the things I’d seen and done with Melissa and Tracy and Danni and the others, and about things I’d like to do with them. I gave myself many wonderful orgasms that way.

Sometimes I fantasized about girls I knew at school. Not Amy, but other girls. Especially Madison. She was an eighth-grader, tall and well-developed for her age. She had the best figure in the school. Madison was pretty and popular, but she also seemed really nice. I didn’t know her very well, but whenever I saw her, she would smile at me. That always gave me goose bumps.

At night I would pretend I was with Madison and I was taking off her clothes, looking at those glorious big breasts, touching her nipples, putting my hand inside her panties. I could come very easily when I fantasized about her.

I remember one evening when I was thinking about Madison, and then for some reason I started to picture her being with my mother, as if my mom had brought her home to play the game I liked so much where I would watch and masturbate while she seduced her guest. In my mind, I could see them down in the family room, my mother pulling Madison’s shirt over her head, taking off her bra, kissing her nipples, and Madison looking up at me and smiling the way she did.

It was very exciting to imagine my mother being with a girl that age, about my age — and then a new thought occurred to me. What if Madison, or one of the other girls I liked at school, could see me with my mom, could see us naked together, touching and kissing? What would they think about that? It was such a deliciously naughty thought that it instantly made me come.

After that splendid orgasm, I spent several nights conjuring up fantasies about other girls at school watching me and my mom together. Sometimes I pictured a whole crowd of girls around us, masturbating while they stared at the sight of a beautiful woman kissing and caressing her 12-year-old daughter. That got me really hot.

And then another new thought came into my mind: how would my teachers react if they saw us that way?

Most of them, I was sure, would disapprove, but probably not all of them. There were a few of my female teachers (I didn’t even consider the men) whom I suspected would enjoy watching us, and who might even want to join in.

I could tell by the way those teachers looked at some of their prettier students, when they didn’t think anyone was watching, that they were having lustful thoughts about them. Although they weren’t openly lesbian (none of our teachers were), it seemed pretty obvious to me what they were interested in.

At the start of that year, a new teacher had come to our school. She taught fifth grade, and Kate was in her class. Her name was Ms. Reynolds. I had learned that her first name was Sandra, although the students never called her that, of course.

Ms. Reynolds was a petite, slender blonde, with freckles. She was probably in her late twenties, cute and very flirty. I wasn’t sure if she was a lesbian, because she would make eyes at the male teachers and students as much as she did at the female teachers and students. She was just that way with everyone.

But still it seemed to me that she was especially drawn to girls. Or at least that’s the way I liked to think of her.

And because she was so cute and so sexy, I became highly aroused when I imagined Ms. Reynolds — Sandra — watching me kiss my mom. I pictured Sandra sitting in a chair in our family room, her short skirt pulled up, her legs open, her panties off, touching herself as she saw what I was doing.

In my fantasy, I was naked and I was crawling all over my mother, who was on the couch, also naked. I rubbed my body against my mom’s body, always looking over at Sandra to see how she would react. I kissed my mother, wetly, using my tongue, and I fondled her nipples, and I rubbed my pussy on her leg. In my imagination, I even allowed myself to reach between my mother’s legs and touch her sex. That made the fantasy Sandra get really excited, and my mom too. Pretty soon I was making my mother come with my fingers and then Sandra came in the chair while she watched us — and then I came in my bed as I visualized it.

The next night I went so far in the same fantasy as to get down on my knees in front of my mother and spread her legs and then look over at Sandra to make sure she was watching closely as I put my mouth on my mother’s pussy and shoved my tongue inside her cunt. I fucked my mother with my tongue and I imagined Sandra leaving her chair and getting down on the floor behind me and using her fingers to open my labia and licking me. God I came so hard as I pictured myself actually having sex with my mom and my sister’s hot teacher.

Night after night I would entertain myself that way. My erotic imagination was active and creative, and my fingers were kept very busy between my legs. I actually wondered if I was setting some kind of new record for orgasms for a 12-year-old girl. But later I would find out that lots of little girls my age, and younger ones too, were playing with themselves and coming as often as I was. Girls just naturally love sex.

Continue on to Chapter 14

By Naughty Mommy

“Would you put your finger in, and let my little girl taste you?”

I could not believe my mother had said that! Or that she was actually going to let me have a taste of another girl’s pussy! I could not believe it!

“Gladly,” smiled Danni. She pressed her middle finger inside herself, deeply, as far as it would go. She wriggled it around a little bit, groaning as she enjoyed the feeling. Then she pulled the finger slowly out and raised it to my lips.

I was in a daze. I hardly knew what to do. Was this really happening? I almost turned to my mother to ask if it was all right to taste this girl’s pussy, but I didn’t want to do anything to break the spell. So I just closed my eyes and opened my mouth, and let Danni slide her finger between my lips.

“Taste my pussy, you hot sexy little girl,” she purred.

I closed my mouth and sucked on her finger, tasting her. I bathed the finger with my tongue, trying to get every last bit of her juices from it.

She tasted different than I did. It was a stronger flavor, not as sweet, but kind of spicy. I liked it a lot.

I wanted more. I badly wanted more. I wanted to get down on the floor and put my face between Danni’s legs and lick her and taste her and make her come in my mouth. But I was almost sure my mom wouldn’t allow that.

Finally, I relaxed the grip my mouth had on Danni’s finger and let her remove it.

“Did you like the taste?” asked my mother.

“Yeah, I loved it.”

“Fuckin’ hot,” exclaimed Tracy.

“Do you want to taste Tracy next?”

“Can I??”

This was turning out to be the most unbelievable adventure we’d yet had.

“Sure,” said my mom, “if she’ll let you.”

In answer, Tracy simply got to her feet and stood close in front of me. She arched her pelvis, aiming her crotch at my face, spread her pussy lips apart with her left hand, and slid the two middle fingers of her right hand deep inside herself. Tracy fucked her cunt with her fingers, moving them fast, in and out, making a wet, sucking sound.

On the floor, Danni started coming.

Tracy fucked herself a moment longer, and then, with a deep groan, she pulled the two fingers out of her pussy and held them in front of me. They were dripping wet, covered with her sticky fluids.

I opened my mouth and accepted her fingers. There was a lot of wetness on them. I sucked at her fingers and swallowed, licking them, licking between them, wanting to get all of her. The taste, again, was different. Not as pungent as Danni’s, not as sweet as my own, but kind of nutty and oily.

I loved it so much. I wanted her to slide her fingers back inside her cunt and give me more of her juices to taste.

But that was all. She knelt again on the floor and she did put her fingers back inside herself, but not to give me another taste. Only to resume fucking herself. I could see that she was going to come very quickly as she pumped her fingers in and out, faster and faster.

“How about that, sweetie?” asked my mom. “Does Tracy taste good?”

“Yeah, really good,” I answered. “I wish I could have some more.”

As she heard that, Tracy did start coming. And then, a few seconds later, Danni was climaxing again.

My mother kissed me again on the neck. “Would you like to taste Melissa now?”

“Oh, yeah, I really, really would.”

Melissa smiled up at me. During the previous taste tests, she’d been watching us and rubbing herself, but had not yet reached orgasm.

She stood and came to my side. She was taller than the other girls, so tall that her pussy was almost at the level of my face. She raised one long leg and laid it along the back of the padded chair. She took kind of a little hop forward, leaning in, and now her vulva, her smooth, shaved vulva, was no more than an inch away from my mouth.

Sliding two fingers between the folds of her labia, Melissa carefully opened her vagina to my view. She was very wet inside.

I wanted to grab her and pull her pussy to my face and start licking her. But I knew my mom would not permit that.

Instead I watched as Melissa tenderly dipped two fingers inside the opening of her vagina, withdrew some fluid, and spread it around her pink center, paying special attention to her erect clit. She moaned and trembled slightly as the sensations began to overwhelm her.

She held herself open wide, very wide, shifting her weight to get her pussy as close to my mouth as she possibly could.

I could smell her. Not just her sweet perfume, but the scent of her sex. I felt my mouth watering.

Melissa held herself there, just in front of my face, a moment longer. Then she carefully dipped the end of her middle finger inside her cunt, and without moving back at all, she extended the tip of the finger across the inch or so that separated my lips from her vagina.

I stuck out my tongue and licked her finger. She tasted like heaven. Then, quickly, Melissa dipped the finger back inside her pussy again, and just as quickly pulled it out and placed it back in my mouth.

This time I closed my lips around her finger, sucking on it. I wanted to savor the taste, but after only a few seconds, Melissa slipped the finger out of my mouth and back inside her vagina. She pressed it in more deeply this time, groaning a little bit, then withdrew the wet finger and held it once more to my lips.

“A 12-year-old girl,” I heard Danni murmuring, “a little 12-year-old girl…” And then she was climaxing yet again.

I sucked on Melissa’s finger harder, trying to will it to stay in my mouth. I could hear myself making soft sounds, like a baby at her mother’s breast. I felt a surge of warmth between my legs and I reached down to caress myself.

I wanted to come. I wanted to rub my clit and make myself come while I was sucking on Melissa’s finger, tasting her pussy juice. More than that, I wanted to lick not just Melissa’s finger, but her vagina. I wanted to put my tongue inside her, fuck her with my tongue, and make her come in my mouth.

As she pulled her finger out again, I tried to follow it with my mouth, with my lips. I extended my tongue, seeking the finger, and almost — almost! — lapped at Melissa’s cunt with my probing tongue.

My mother took my shoulders and pulled me back. “Okay, that’s good, sweetie. That’s enough.”

It wasn’t enough, of course. I wanted more, much more. But I was composed enough to realize that I should be very happy with all that I’d been given so far. After all, how many girls my age got to do the things I was doing? And I was happy, very happy.

I nestled back down against my mother, cushioning myself between her breasts. It felt warm and comforting.

Melissa had remained standing beside us, her leg still extended at a right angle over the back of the chair. She kept rubbing her clit and her vagina with her wet fingers, and soon she was climaxing.

As I watched her, my mouth watered again, and I felt a renewed stirring of warm wetness between my legs. I turned my head to look at my mother. “Mommy, can I — can I come now?”

“Of course you can, my beautiful girl.” She kissed the top of my head. “Of course you can.”

Melissa was finishing her climax, and as she did, she slipped away from the chair, sprawling on the floor next to Danni. Pausing only briefly to catch her breath, she opened her long legs once more to us and began rubbing her pussy again, apparently intent on another orgasm.

Danni looked down at Melissa, and then up at me.

My mom and I both had our legs spread wide. I was rubbing myself. My mother was reaching down between my legs, and I could feel that she was fucking herself with her fingers. As her hand moved in and out, her arm pressed against my hand, making my fingers press more deeply into my sex. It was almost, in a way, as if she was fucking me!

Staring at us, Danni whispered, “Little girl, sexy little girl…” and then she started coming again, for what seemed like the hundredth time.

Tracy was sitting cross-legged, looking down at her pussy as she slid two fingers slowly in and out of herself.

My mom’s hand was moving faster and faster. I could hear the squishy sound of her fingers pumping inside her vagina. Her thighs beneath mine were very warm and wet with perspiration. Her breasts were sliding against my back. I could feel her breath, hot on my neck.

I started to come, making little whimpers. When my mother heard that, and when she sensed the spasms jolting my young body, she started coming too.

Tracy looked up at us. “So fucking hot,” she breathed, then she jammed her fingers deep inside her cunt, as far as they could go, and she began to climax.

Melissa was laying on the floor, her long legs pulled all the way up, close to her shoulders, her slender fingers moving rapidly between her thighs. She was coming again.

Danni was coming, too, of course, in what must have been a nearly constant set of orgasms for her.

My body was shaking, shuddering, as I climaxed.

I could feel my mother’s body tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing, and I heard her groan loudly with each new wave of her orgasm.

When I was finally settling down, I started to lift my hand toward my mouth to taste myself, but then I felt my mom’s hand cover mine, pressing it into my wet crotch.

“Did you come, baby?” she whispered in my ear. “Was it nice?”

“Uh-huh…”

Her hand was gripping mine, sliding my fingers back and forth through my folds. Again, it seemed almost as if she was rubbing me directly, touching my sex. It made me want to come again.

Then she asked, “Did you get very, very wet, my little girl?”

“Yeah, I did,” I answered, knowing full well that she could feel just how wet I was.

“Will you let me taste you?”

“What? I — what?”

“I want to taste you, honey, like you tasted the other girls. And then, if you want, I’ll let you taste me too.”

My head was spinning. So many new things in one night!

“Okay…” I tried to get myself under control, so I could really experience and remember all that was happening. “Okay.”

I didn’t really have to do anything. My mother lifted my right hand, the one she was holding, from my pussy to her mouth. She looked at my wet fingers for a moment, smelled them, and then rubbed my pussy juice all over her face — not only on her lips, but all over, on her nose, her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, her chin. She rubbed my wet hand all over her face, and then she started licking my fingers.

“Oh my fucking god,” said Tracy, as she sat at my mother’s knee and watched.

My mom moved my hand back down to my pussy and rubbed it around there again. I tried to help, dipping the tips of my fingers into my vagina to get them as wet as possible. Then my mother lifted my hand to her face again, this time taking the fingers directly into her mouth.

She sucked on my fingers, licking them, licking between them, sucking them eagerly. I wondered if I tasted as sweet to her as I thought I did.

“It’s like she’s eating her daughter’s pussy,” sighed Tracy.

And it was like that! That’s how it felt to me, anyway.

I turned my head, looking at my mom as she sucked on my fingers, tasting my pussy juice. “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy…” I whispered, deeply in love with her.

My left hand was moving between my legs. Almost unconsciously, I’d started to masturbate again.

Finally my mother let my hand leave her mouth. “Mmm, you taste good, baby.” She leaned down and kissed me on the lips. “Do you want to taste me now?”

“Yeah, I do,” I nodded.

“Holy fucking Christ,” said Tracy.

My mom shifted me around on her lap, until I was sitting sideways, facing mostly toward her. She reached between my thighs and her thighs, groaning as she pressed two fingers deep inside herself. Then she slowly withdrew her fingers and lifted her hand to my mouth.

As I was about to extend my tongue for a taste, my mom said, “Kiss me first.”

I raised my face to my mother’s, and her lips met mine. She kissed me wetly, using a lot of tongue. I could hear the other girls exclaiming as they watched us. Then my mother drew her mouth away from mine and replaced it with her fingers.

I tasted her. Her pussy juice was sweet, like mine, but had a stronger flavor, almost like maple syrup.

No sooner was I starting to suck on her fingers, though, than I felt her lips on mine again. She was kissing me while her fingers were still in my mouth! She was licking my mouth and licking her fingers and sucking on my tongue all at once.

And she was talking to me too. “Taste Mommy’s pussy, baby. Lick Mommy’s fingers, taste Mommy’s pussy.”

She kept kissing me and talking to me and licking my mouth all at the same time. It was unbelievably exciting. My hand on my pussy was moving faster and I was getting close to another orgasm.

My mom pulled her fingers from my mouth, then, and put them down between her legs. She must have just quickly plunged them into her wet cunt and removed them, because a moment later her fingers were back in my mouth, and I could taste her, taste more of her.

The two of us, my mother and I, licked and sucked her dripping fingers. We kept kissing and she was saying things like, “Taste Mommy’s pussy, little girl, taste Mommy’s pussy.”

This went on for another several minutes, with my mom sometimes dipping her fingers down below, then bringing them back to my hungry mouth. I could hear Danni climaxing once again, and I thought that maybe I could hear Tracy and Melissa coming too, but they weren’t quite as loud and obvious.

My mother was breathing faster. I could tell she was getting very excited, just like I was. After another frenzied round of reaching down to her pussy, then bringing her juices up to my mouth, and licking and sucking and kissing, she stopped and said, “I want to come again, Julie.”

“So do I, Mommy.”

“That’s good, baby. You come for Mommy. You come for Mommy while I’m kissing you, and I’ll come too. Okay?”

I smiled at her and took her face in my hands, nuzzling her nose. She was flushed all over, her skin shiny.

“I love you so much, Mommy,” I said. Then I kissed her deeply, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She kissed me back, grabbing my face with her wet hands and pressing her mouth hard against mine, her lips spread wide apart.

It felt almost like a desperate kiss, like she was trying to fuse us together somehow, the same way it had seemed when she was fucking Melissa, like she wanted to push herself inside Melissa’s pussy. And now it was like my mom wanted to take my mouth inside hers. She sucked at me, and I felt her hands on my breasts, pinching my nipples.

Finally she pulled away. My lips were tingling and a little bit sore, she’d kissed me so hard. My mother shook her head, as if to clear it.

“Sorry, honey,” she said with a guilty smile. “I — I kind of lost control there.”

“It’s okay, Mom. I love kissing you.”

“I love kissing you too, baby, but now I need to come, real bad.”

She lifted her leg and my leg over the arm of the chair, giving me a clear view of her pussy. I looked down at her and watched her slide two fingers, then three, inside her wet cunt.

I put both hands between my legs and rubbed myself. I knew I could come very quickly this time. I’d become so excited by the way my mom was kissing me and licking my mouth and talking sexy to me, I’d been close to orgasm already, just from barely touching myself.

My mom was fucking herself fast and hard.

Tracy was hovering over my mother’s pussy, watching her masturbate. I think she was fucking herself too, although I couldn’t see.

Danni was still on the floor, but she was laying on her stomach now, humping her hand, and coming again and again.

Melissa had crawled over next to me. She was sitting by the chair, masturbating, but she was also caressing my leg, sometimes kissing my thigh.

I started coming first. As soon as I did, my mom grabbed the back of my neck with her free hand and covered my mouth with hers. As we kissed and I climaxed, my mother started coming too. Tracy’s orgasm followed almost immediately, and then Melissa’s.

Then my mother did one more thing that surprised me.

While still in the middle of her orgasm, and while still kissing me, she pulled her fingers out of her cunt and lifted them to my mouth. She shoved them inside and I tasted her hot juices, fresh from her climax.

I sucked her fingers for a moment, then my mom put her hand back down between her legs and started fucking herself again. Within seconds, she was having another orgasm, and once more, before she even finished, she pulled her hand out and brought it to my mouth.

This was so exciting, so erotic, so forbidden. I was tasting my mother’s pussy while she was climaxing! I started coming again as I licked her fingers and kissed her and rubbed my own pussy.

Tracy came again, saying, “Fucking hot! Fucking hot!”

Melissa wrapped one arm around my leg, pressed her face against my thigh, and climaxed again.

My mother repeated her rapid finger-fucking once again, but this time she let herself complete her orgasm. When at last she was sated, she slid off the chair, onto the floor, and I slid down with her.

We became a tangle of naked sweaty female limbs… legs, arms, breasts, torsos, faces… and all of us were spent, finally, for the last time that night.

Melissa was on my left, hugging me. My mother was on my right, half under me, and Tracy was half under my mom. Danni had crawled over and sprawled across our legs, her head resting on Melissa’s thigh. Her eyes were open, and she was looking at my pussy as she gently rubbed herself.

We panted and rested and perspired. The room was drowsy and warm, filled with the heady aroma of feminine sex. Everything was perfect.

Perfect…

 

I was almost asleep when my mother gently nudged me. “Time for bed,” she whispered.

“Okay,” I yawned and stretched.

The other three girls gradually, groggily, got themselves together, finding their clothes and slipping into them. My mother offered to let them stay the night if they wanted to. But they all declined, saying they had to work the next day, or in Danni’s case, get started on a paper for one of her college classes.

My mom and I walked them sleepily to the door, both of us still naked. Before leaving, the girls paused to give us each a big kiss. Then they were gone, and it was just me and my mom (plus my sisters asleep in their rooms).

My mother walked me upstairs and helped me into bed. She was yawning and I was too. She tucked me in, kissed me softly, then left the room.

I fell quickly to sleep and dreamed of sex. Hot wet sex with beautiful young girls and with blonde women who looked just like my mom.

Continue on to Chapter 13

By Naughty Mommy

A few minutes later, we were on our way home, my mother and I in our car, the other two following us in Melissa’s car.

My mom got out her cell phone and asked me to punch in our home number. I handed her the phone and heard her talking briefly with Danni, telling her she was bringing home a couple of girls for some “extra fun.”

From the sound of it, Danni must have been more than willing, and I was excited that soon I would get to see her naked.

As we drove, I visualized Danni waiting for us at home. I thought about her trim little body and the way she had looked in those tiny short-shorts.

I imagined Danni pulling up her top so I could see her tits. Sitting next to my mom in the front seat of the car, I raised the hem of my new sundress and started touching myself. I wasn’t wearing any panties, of course, since we had left those at home.

“What are you doing?” asked my mom, softly, as she glanced down at me.

“I’m thinking about Danni…about what she’ll look like naked.”

I spread my legs wider apart and felt the warm, sticky wetness in my center. Raising my hand to my mouth, I briefly tasted myself. I wondered for a moment if Danni would like the way I tasted. Then I wondered what her pussy would taste like, or Melissa’s, or Tracy’s.

I imagined Danni opening her pussy lips for me to look at her. I imagined her touching herself, playing with her clit, then sliding a finger inside her cunt. I imagined her fucking herself for me, then slowly drawing out her wet finger and holding it for me so I could taste her.

Driving down the dark roads, I closed my eyes and visualized Danni’s pink pussy as I stimulated myself. I felt my mother place her warm hand on my thigh, and she gently stroked me there.

I didn’t think I would reach another climax right away, and I wasn’t really trying to, but it just felt so nice, fondling myself as I pictured Danni naked, and feeling my mother softly caressing me.

As soon as we pulled into our driveway, before the car reached a complete stop, I flung myself out the door and ran toward the house.

The front door was unlocked and I stepped inside. I went to the family room, and there I found Danni, sitting in a chair, waiting for us.

Just as I had hoped, she was completely naked, except for her little sandals. She grinned at me as I looked down at her, and opened her legs wider apart.

“I was thinking about you on the way home in the car,” I told her, feeling bold.

I pulled up my dress so Danni could see my bare pussy. “I was touching myself while I thought about you.”

“Were you? That’s hot. You know, I’ve been thinking about you too, you and your sisters, while I sat here and played with myself.”

My mom came into the room then, followed by Melissa and Tracy.

“Ooh, Danni,” said my mother, admiring the girl, “I can’t wait to get a taste of that.”

“Any time you want, it’s here for you,” answered Danni with a saucy smile.

As Tracy and Melissa gathered around for a look at the naked teen, Danni lifted her legs over the arms of the chair, and used her fingers to part her pussy lips, almost exactly the way I’d visualized while we were driving.

“Okay, who’s first?” she purred.

“Well, I think we’ll all get our turns,” said my mom with a wink, “but before that, would anyone like something to drink? How about some white wine? A Coke? Maybe a vodka tonic?”

“Vodka sounds good to me,” replied Tracy.

“I think I’ll have some wine, if that’s okay,” said Melissa.

“Of course it’s okay. Danni, how about you?”

“Sure, wine would be nice.”

“Um, can I have some wine too, Mommy?” I asked.

She turned to me, took me by the chin and kissed me on the mouth. “Okay, but only a little bit. Half a glass.”

My mother went into the kitchen to fix the drinks.

Danni began playing with herself, caressing her labia and massaging her clit. But all the time she kept staring at me. I quickly pulled off my dress so she could see my naked body. She licked her lips as she studied me, then slipped a finger inside herself.

Looking at Danni, and then at me, Tracy suddenly gripped the bottom of her dress and whipped it off over her head. After kicking away her shoes and stepping out of her thong, she too was naked.

Melissa turned to me. “Would you like to take my clothes off again?”

“Would I!” I answered eagerly.

Melissa giggled and took me by the hand. After taking off her shoes, she sat on the couch and let me remove her top.

She smelled even more delicious than before. I wondered if she had put on some additional perfume in the car. I leaned in to give her a kiss, while also reaching out my hand to touch her breasts.

My mom came back into the room, carrying a tray with four glasses of wine (one only half full), and a vodka tonic with ice.

She saw me kissing and fondling Melissa, and she saw Tracy standing naked in front of Danni, masturbating as she watched the other girl fucking herself.

“Well, I guess everyone’s getting acquainted,” quipped my mother, and we all laughed. She handed out the drinks, and the sexual tension eased for a few minutes as we sipped.

Tracy sat down on the floor with her vodka tonic, her back against Danni’s chair. Danni hooked one leg over Tracy’s shoulder. Tracy caressed the slender, shapely leg, then raised it up for a moment, admiring it, and kissed the inside of the girl’s knee. That made Danni giggle.

I sat next to Melissa on the couch, and she laid one long leg across my lap. She was still wearing the maroon leggings. I rubbed her calf and then her thigh as I took a drink of the wine. It tasted sort of good, but kind of sour. I wanted to drink it all, though, so I could pretend I was really grown up, like the others. And I thought maybe I could even get a little drunk and see what that was like.

My mother stood in the middle of the room, drinking her wine, and looking around. Then she said, “Julie, would you mind checking on the girls? I just want to make sure they’re all right.”

“Okay, Mommy.” I set my wine glass on the side table, and got up from under Melissa’s leg. I grabbed my dress and pulled it back on so I wouldn’t be naked when I went into their bedrooms.

“Girls?” asked Tracy. “You mean there are more girls here?”

My mom smiled, “My other two daughters. They’re 7 and 10 years old.”

“Oh, I see. Hmm….”

As I trotted up the stairs, I saw Danni lean over and whisper something in Tracy’s ear. They both giggled, and after Tracy whispered something back to Danni, they shared a quick kiss. I wondered what they might be talking about, but then they were out of my view.

Kate and Molly were both fast asleep. I wasn’t surprised, since it was now past midnight. In fact, I was feeling a little sleepy myself, but I certainly was not going to allow myself to miss any of what would happen next.

I was a little concerned, though, that when I came back down to the family room, my mom would motion for me to go upstairs and I would have to watch from the railing, as I had always done before. That would be fine, of course, but I was really hoping for more.

My mother was seated on the sofa now, next to Melissa. Her wine was almost gone. Melissa’s glass was still mostly full, as was Danni’s. But Tracy had drained her vodka tonic.

“Julie, honey, you sit there,” said my mom, pointing to the only empty chair in the room.

So I would get to stay close to them and watch! Hurray! Before sitting down, I retrieved my wine glass from where I’d left it and took another sip. I still didn’t like the taste very much, but I wanted to drink as much of it as I could.

My mother had Melissa stand up, and she pealed off the leggings. She ran her hands up and down the girl’s long body, feeling the gentle curve of her narrow hips, her tight waist, her barely visible breasts.

She moved Melissa to a kneeling position on the couch, facing away from her, stretched her legs apart, spread her thighs open with her hands, and bent her face to lick her pussy from behind. Melissa pressed the top of her body against the couch, arching her back to open herself for my mother’s exploring tongue. She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure.

Over in the other chair, Danni had scooted down, bringing her pussy closer to Tracy, who had turned and was kneeling between the girl’s legs, licking her.

I sat up and pulled my dress off again. Now everyone in the room was naked, except for my mother, who was still wearing her little black dress — but no shoes, no jewelry, and, I knew, no underwear.

My mom had inserted a finger into Melissa’s vagina and was sliding it slowly in and out as she stared at her opening. She added a second finger, and I could see that her thumb was now also massaging Melissa’s clit. The girl panted and moaned, and it seemed to me that she was getting close to a climax.

Tracy had her arms wrapped tightly around Danni’s thighs, and her mouth was glued to her pussy. It looked as if she was fucking her with her tongue. That thought made me very excited. I wondered again what Danni’s pussy tasted like.

I lifted my feet up onto the chair, spread my own pussy lips apart, scooped up some of my abundant moisture, and tasted myself. I really wanted to taste Danni, and Tracy, and Melissa too — and maybe even my mom?

Danni was coming. She squealed, her face in a grimace, her hands grabbing at Tracy’s hair, pulling the licking tongue deeper inside her.

Melissa was coming too. She groaned “Ohh!” with each spasm as my mother fucked her harder and faster with her fingers.

When Danni finished climaxing, she got down on the floor with Tracy, laying on her back, and the girls moved into a ‘69’ position. Danni started licking Tracy’s cunt, and Tracy slipped one finger, then two, inside the slender teen’s pussy. She kissed and licked Tracy’s clit as she fucked the girl with her fingers.

On the couch, Melissa had turned onto her back. After my mother finally removed her dress, she mounted Melissa, the way we had seen Tracy do inside the store, in sort of a scissors position. She positioned her pussy directly over Melissa’s and began fucking her.

As she moved against the girl, rubbing their cunts together, my mom looked at me, looked down at my pussy, and licked her lips.

I turned a little so I was directly facing her, opened my legs wide, and spread my pussy lips apart with my fingers. I wanted my mom to see me, to see my sex. I wanted her to be as excited by me as I was by her and by these other hot girls.

She responded by moving faster against Melissa, fucking her harder. But she kept her eyes on my pussy. I rubbed my wet vagina for her, trying to make myself come as she watched.

On the floor, Danni was coming again. It seemed that she could have multiple orgasms easily and quickly. She cried out as Tracy fucked her with her fingers. Then when she was done, she grabbed Tracy’s ass, and pulled her cunt back down to her mouth, licking her and tonguing her, making hungry, ravenous noises as she devoured the girl’s pussy.

Melissa was starting to climax beneath my mother. She pinched her nipples, whimpering softly, and then I could see her spasms begin.

Still staring at my vagina, my mom slowed her movements against Melissa but also increased their force. She thrust herself hard against the girl, as though trying to push herself inside Melissa’s cunt. Then she began to climax too. She shuddered and groaned, holding Melissa’s slim leg upright in her arms, pressing their pussies together.

Tracy was finally coming in Danni’s mouth. She held Danni’s thighs and rested her cheek against the brunette’s pussy as her face reflected her orgasmic ecstasy.

I came as well. I tried to keep my thighs open, so my mom could see me if she wanted to, but the tension was just too much. I gave in and let my thighs clamp together around my hands, closing my eyes. As my thighs squeezed, and my fingers pressed into the folds of my hot, wet labia, I climaxed again and again.

We were all completely spent for a few minutes after that, just being still, panting and breathing. I was seated in the chair, my hands wet between my legs. My mom was on top of Melissa on the couch, and on the floor, Tracy had rolled off Danni. The two girls were laying side by side, holding hands, catching their breath.
After a brief rest, my mother sat up on the couch. “Whew!” she exclaimed, smiling, wiping the sweat from her face, pushing back her dampened blonde hair. The other girls chuckled and agreed with the sentiment of exhausted satiation.

But not too exhausted.

A moment later, my mother motioned for Danni to come to her. Melissa stood up and my mom laid down on the couch, on her back. Danni climbed onto her, positioning her pussy over my mother’s mouth. The sexy girl looked at me and blew me a kiss. My mother began licking her, slowly and tenderly at first, mixing soft kisses in with the exploring laps of her tongue.

Tracy got up from the floor and knelt on the other end of the couch, between my mother’s legs. She caressed my mother’s pussy with her finger for a few minutes, then gently parted her labia, and lowered her mouth to the open vagina.

Melissa came and stood behind the chair where I was sitting. She leaned over, wrapping her long arms around me, holding me close. She smelled wonderful.

“How are you doing, precious?” she whispered in my ear.

“Oh, fine,” I answered stupidly.

“Are you having a good time?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Did you give yourself an orgasm?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Was it nice?”

“Yeah.”

Melissa’s hand found my small breast and she gently caressed my nipple. “Do you like watching your mommy have sex with these girls?”

“Yeah, I do.” I thought about my mother’s no-touching rule, but for some reason I figured it wouldn’t apply to Melissa.

“Did you like watching her fuck me, making me come?”

“Uh-huh, that was hot.”

“Yes, it was. I came really hard.” She pinched my nipple between her fingers, making me shiver in pleasure.

“Does it excite you to watch your mom licking Danni?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Do you want to see Danni come in your mom’s mouth?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you think you want to come again?” She squeezed my nipple again, this time both of them at the same time.

I squeaked, fluttering with sexual excitement. “What?”

“I said, do you want to come again, while you watch your mother licking Danni’s pussy?”

“Um, yeah.”

Melissa kissed my neck. It was hot, wet kiss, and I felt her sucking at my tender skin. It hurt a little, and I wondered if it would leave a mark. But it made me quiver with arousal.

“Play with yourself, sweetheart,” she whispered. “Touch your pussy while I’m hugging you. I want you to come while I’m kissing you and holding you in my arms.”

“Okay.”

My hands were already between my legs. I started moving my fingers, caressing myself.

I looked at my mother, laying naked on the couch, her arms wrapped around Danni’s slim thighs, her mouth working between the girl’s legs. I saw Tracy nestled between my mother’s outstretched legs. She was sucking my mom’s clit, and moving her middle finger in and out of my mom’s pussy.

I felt Melissa’s hands warm on my body, touching me, caressing me, playing with my breasts. I felt her lips kissing, nibbling at my ears and my neck, her tongue licking my soft skin.

I knew I could come very easily. I heard Danni starting to climax in my mother’s mouth. I expected my mother’s orgasm would not be far behind.

I turned my face toward the tall girl who was holding me.

“Melissa…”

“What?”

“Kiss me.”

And she did. Her lips met mine and we kissed deeply, wetly, our tongues teasing and exploring. She hugged me tighter, her hands squeezing my little breasts. I rubbed myself faster, loving how this felt, loving this girl, her touch, her kiss, her scent.

I heard my mother gasp and groan, apparently climaxing in Tracy’s mouth.

I was ready, fully ready to give in to my own powerful orgasm. But just before it began, I pulled away from the kiss, and whispered, “Melissa…”

“What, darling?”

“I’m going to come now.”

She took my face in her hands. “Oh, yes, baby, come for me! Come while I’m kissing you!”

And she kissed me again, even more deeply then before.

Then I came. This was a long, heavy, sweeping orgasm. I felt flushed, heated all over, as if waves of lava were surging within me. My juices flowed, spilling out between my fingers, soaking into the chair. I kept climaxing, again and again, as Melissa held my face and kissed me.

At last, it was over.

I sat, panting, my eyes closed, my face wet from Melissa’s kisses, my hands still clenched between my legs where my pussy continued to throb, my young body covered in a sheen of sweat.

Melissa was holding me, hugging me, gently rocking me. “Oh, my sweet girl, my sweet sexy girl,” I heard her whisper.

I opened my eyes eventually and looked at my mother. She was half sitting up on the couch, still coming, her hands gripping Tracy’s head, pulling her face into her sex. That must have been a really long orgasm, I thought, or maybe more like a long series of orgasms.

“Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!” I heard my mother groan, as each spasm rocked her body.

Danni was sitting on the floor, close to Tracy, watching. She was rubbing her own pussy, masturbating, and I saw her start to come again as my mother climaxed one last time in Tracy’s mouth.

Finally, my mom pushed Tracy away from her cunt and fell back on the couch, gasping for air.

Tracy turned toward Danni, who was still coming. Tracy’s face was shiny and slick, covered in my mom’s juices. “I want to fuck you,” I heard her tell Danni.

She pushed the girl back onto the floor and leaped on top of her, not even bothering to be careful about how she positioned their pussies together. She grabbed Danni’s face and kissed her, smearing my mother’s juice around on both their lips.

Tracy thrust her cunt hard against Danni’s, and Danni cried out “Yes!” raising her legs and wrapping them around Tracy’s ass.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” urged Danni, and it seemed to me that she was climaxing yet again, almost instantly.

It took Tracy a few minutes longer. She held the girl, kissing her, grabbing at her breasts, humping their mounds together again and again until she suddenly went rigid, her face turning red, her body quaking — and then she gasped and collapsed on top of Danni, fully spent.

The room was quiet for several minutes. No sounds at all except for soft breathing, and an occasional deep, satisfied sigh.

Melissa was still holding me, warmly, and I felt her place a few more gentle kisses on my neck.

I was at peace, completely relaxed and happy. I closed my eyes and smiled to myself, thinking what a perfectly amazing life I was blessed with.
When I sensed that Melissa was standing up, I opened my eyes. My mother was in front of me. She held out her hand and I took it. I got to my feet, and my mother took my place in the chair, then pulled me gently down onto her lap.

She held me warmly, as Melissa had, only this time of course we were skin to skin, with no chair between us. My mother softly kissed my neck as she squeezed me. “Are you happy, darling?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I answered, “very happy. I love you, Mommy.”

“And I love you too, darling girl.” She kissed me again on the neck, then on the cheek. “Tell me what you did with Melissa.”

“I, um, I masturbated while she was… while she was hugging me.” I was afraid for a moment that my mom might be angry, but she wasn’t.

“That sounds nice. And did you come?”

“Uh-huh. I had a really, really long, um, you know, orgasm.”

“Mm-hmm.” My mother kissed my neck again.

I turned to look at her. “But you had a really long orgasm, too, even longer than mine, I think. It seemed like it would never end.”

“Yes, it was nice,” chuckled my mother. “That Tracy really does know how to eat pussy.”

Tracy smiled at us and licked her lips.

I realized then that the three girls had gathered in front us. They were sitting or kneeling on the floor, with Danni in the middle, Tracy on one side of her, and Melissa on the other.

My mom put her hands on the inside of my knees, opening my legs wide. She nibbled at my neck, and softly asked, “Do you want to show the girls how you touch yourself? How you masturbate? I think they’d all like to see it up close.”

“Fuck, yeah…” said Tracy.

“Really?” I began. “Um, I mean, okay.”

“Play with yourself for them, baby, and I’ll play with myself too.” My mom reached down between my legs to find her own pussy. She had to sit up a little straighter to do it, and I felt her breasts pressing into my back.

I was sitting in the middle of my mother’s lap, my slim legs spread apart, my thighs resting on her thighs. I was touching myself, and her arm rubbed against mine as she reached down to caress herself.

“Ooh, yeah, that is too hot,” sighed Tracy as she began to masturbate.

“Hot is right,” agreed Danni, now playing with herself too.

I looked at Melissa. She winked at me and blew me a little kiss, then leaned back on one hand, spreading her thighs apart, and began massaging her shaved pussy with the other hand.

“Tell us what you were thinking about, baby girl,” said my mom, “when you masturbated earlier. No, I know, tell us what you did in the car, while we were driving here.”

“Um, in the car, I was — I was touching myself while I thought about Danni. About seeing her when we got home.” I looked at Danni, and she smiled seductively at me.

“I was thinking I wanted to see her naked, and I was trying to, um, to imagine what she would look like. I mean, what her pussy would look like, and I was, well, I was thinking I wanted to know what she would taste like.”

“That is so fucking hot,” said Tracy.

“You wanted to know what I would taste like?” asked Danni, as she rubbed her clit faster.

I nodded as I played with myself, dipping my fingers into the opening of my vagina, bringing out some wetness to show them. I rubbed it all around, over my labia and my clit. It felt so smooth and hot and slick, like the feeling of sex itself.

“Mmm, god, you turn me on,” Danni exclaimed, rubbing herself faster and faster, apparently close to another orgasm. “I just love little girls.”

“Is your pussy wet, Danni?” asked my mother.

“Hell, yeah, it is.” She spread her lips apart with her fingers, letting us see her glistening pink center.

“Would you put your finger inside, and let my little girl taste you?”

Continue on to Chapter 12

By Naughty Mommy

What an incredible day this was! All of my deepest, darkest sexual fantasies were being fulfilled at once. Although I didn’t believe in any sort of deity, I felt a strong urge to be thankful to someone, and it occurred to me that I should probably be most thankful to Angela — and also to Bambi, for choosing us in the first place!

I was certain by now that the little girl had not really been ‘lost’, that the whole thing had merely been a ruse, an act to lure Kelly and me to their hotel room so they could seduce us. And I was so glad they had!

“Will you let me do that with you, Mommy?” Kelly persisted.

“Of course, my love, of course.” I put my hand on her cheek and gently kissed her mouth. “Do you want to be on top, or do you want me on top?”

“Um, I guess I want to try it first with me on top. Is that okay?”

“Yes, baby, anything you want.”

I maneuvered around until I was in what felt like a comfortable position, and then my daughter mounted me. She looked down, making sure that her vulva was directly over mine, and lowered herself onto me.

Bambi and Angela were kneeling on the bed, facing each other. The little girl was holding her mother’s large breasts, licking and occasionally sucking her nipples, while Angela was rubbing her own pussy, but I saw that they were also watching us closely.

“Does this feel okay?” asked Kelly as she settled onto me.

“Yes, it feels nice,” I told her.

“Um, I don’t know exactly how to start,” she said in a soft voice.

“You have to go slow at first.” That was Bambi. “Go real slow for a while, until you feel it getting kinda wet and squishy between you, and then you can go faster. Try it!”

I smiled at Bambi and then at Kelly. My daughter smiled back and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “Okay, here goes,” she said.

My legs were open wide. Her slender 12-year-old body was on top of mine, her small breasts pressing into my larger ones. Her elbows were resting on the bed next to my side, and she had her hands on my shoulders. My hands were gently stroking her back.

Kelly looked into my eyes as she started moving against me. I felt a thrill as I realized what we were doing, a barely pubescent girl fucking her mother! I loved my daughter so much, and I wanted her equally as much.

I slid my hands down to her bottom, gently squeezing, encouraging her. She kept looking into my eyes, not saying anything, shifting her motions slightly, a little to one side, then the other, a little faster then a little slower, a little harder then a little softer. She sometimes made little mewling sounds when it seemed that we’d found an especially nice point of contact.

Then, almost in an instant, we arrived at the place Bambi had told us about. It was suddenly feeling very wet and squishy between us, as she’d said. I suppose what happened is that my daughter’s labia slipped between mine or something, but it was wonderfully, deliciously warm and intimate.

Kelly felt it too. Her eyes went wide and she breathed, “Oh, Mommy…”

“See, they’re doing it,” commented Bambi.

“Hush now, darling,” said her mother. “Let’s you and I be quiet and let them focus only on each other.”

For just a moment, when we reached that special point of closeness, Kelly stopped moving. Her breath caught and she trembled with excitement. Then she started sliding up and down on me again, faster now, her eyes still wide.

“Oh, Mommy,” she said, louder than before, and then she put her lips over mine, kissing me deeply, her tongue thrusting into my mouth.

I clutched my little girl’s bottom, holding her tightly, pulling her against me. I tried to lift my hips off the bed, opening my sex to her. I wanted her in me. I wanted her to come inside me somehow.

Kelly broke the kiss and pushed herself up on her hands, looking down at me. Her lips were wet, her pretty face flushed with passion. She moved faster and harder against me. “Mommy, Mommy… I…”

“Yes, baby, yes, baby, come for me!” I urged. “Come for Mommy! Fuck your mommy hard, little girl, fuck Mommy hard and make me come!!”

She stared into my eyes, her face pinched with all the sensations she was feeling. She moved harder and harder, faster and faster between my legs.

I could hear the squishy sounds of our pussies melding, could feel the hot slickness of my daughter’s cunt sliding into mine, could smell our juicy sex. I started coming.

“Kelly! Kelly! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me, I ——” and that was all I could say.

My body went rigid beneath hers. I wanted to scream, my orgasm was so intense. It pounded inside me like a hammer. I wanted to scream but I had no breath.

“Mommy… Mommy…” I heard Kelly whimpering, and then she was coming too. She fell against me, shuddering and moaning, her hands on my breasts, her panting, sweaty face hot against my neck, her young body convulsing.

I wrapped my legs around her legs, my arms around her back.

“Oh my baby,” I said, my breath finally returning, “oh my sweet girl, my precious girl, oh I love you so much.”

I rubbed my hands on her, feeling the warm slipperiness of her skin, loving how our bodies were so close now, meshed so perfectly. At my center, there was still a faint throbbing, and I could feel the heat from my little girl’s sex as it nestled inside mine.

After a long time, I opened my eyes. I looked over at Angela. She was on her knees between her 9-year-old daughter’s open legs, licking her. She noticed me watching them and gave me a wink. I smiled.

Kelly finally stirred and gently lifted herself, rolling off of me. I turned to face her, caressing her body and kissing her mouth. “Thank you, darling,” I whispered.

She held my face and smiled into my eyes. “Oh, Mommy, that was so awesome.”

“Yes, it sure was,” I chuckled.

She pushed herself up on an elbow to check on the others. When she saw Angela licking her little girl, her eyes went wide again. “Wow, those two are unbelievable.”

“Aren’t they?”

Then Kelly’s hands were on my breasts, fondling them. She pinched my nipples and leaned down, taking the hard tips into her mouth, one at a time, biting and licking and sucking them. I groaned in pleasure, stroking her hair.

My daughter played with my nipples for several minutes, making me ecstatic with joy. Then she slid down between my legs, pushing my thighs apart. I lifted my head to look at her. She smiled and said, “I want to try licking you.”

I closed my eyes and laid back, holding my breasts in my hands, squeezing the nipples. I felt my little girl’s hot breath between my thighs, her fingers tenderly opening my labia, her lips kissing me there.

I felt her tongue bathing my sex, tasting me, licking me, searching until she found my clit, and then sucking it. I felt a finger go inside me. My pussy was so wet and so open, she easily slid another finger into me. She licked my clit and fucked me with her fingers and I was getting very close.

Then her tongue moved down. Her lips covered my sex, her tongue slid deep inside me, into my vagina — my own precious daughter was fucking my cunt with her tongue!

I came hard, my thighs clamping around her head. I shivered and shook, unaware of anything in the world except the white-hot orgasm my little girl was giving me.

For at least several seconds, I don’t know for how long, we stayed that way, my body in the throes of a long climax, one spasm after another surging through me. I held my breasts in my hands, my eyes were tightly closed… and then, at last, when I was finally able to regain control of myself, I looked down and realized that I had Kelly’s head firmly trapped between my legs. Could she even breathe?

I quickly opened my thighs, and my daughter raised her face to look up at me. She was smiling, her eyes hooded, her lips and chin covered in my orgasmic juices — literally dripping from her.

“That was fun,” I giggled. “But are you okay, honey? I didn’t squeeze you too hard between my legs, did I?”

“I’m fine,” she said with a grin, rubbing the back of her neck. “I almost suffocated, but it was a good kind of suffocation.”

We laughed together. Then we heard Bambi squealing, and we both turned to look.

Angela was sitting on her haunches. She held her little girl in her arms, upside down, facing away from her, her arms wrapped tightly around the child’s waist. Bambi’s head was on the bed, her thin legs were slung over her mother’s shoulders, and Angela had her lips planted on her daughter’s pussy, her tongue sliding up and down through the girl’s slit.

Bambi was coming in her mother’s mouth.

When Bambi finished climaxing, Angela set her gently down on the bed, leaned over and kissed her child on the lips. They cuddled together for a few moments, smiling and kissing and tenderly caressing.

As Kelly and I watched them, I marveled at what an amazing turn our lives had taken in one short afternoon. She and I were now lesbian lovers, thanks to the eager encouragement of Angela and her precocious little daughter.

Would we stay that way forever? Or would it only be a passing thing? I had no way of knowing, of course, and I contented myself by recognizing that what we had experienced today was a wonderful gift, and whatever more there was to come, and however long it lasted, I would treasure this special time in our lives.

Angela sat up on the bed, stretching. I admired her long, golden, perfectly shaped body. “Well, I’m getting hungry,” she said. “Is anyone ready for dinner?”

“I am!” answered Bambi, kicking her little legs in the air.

I didn’t know what time it was, but I was hungry too. I hadn’t eaten anything since coffee and toast at breakfast.

“Okay, let’s get dressed, and then I’ll take us all out to that restaurant on the second floor of the hotel, Jameson’s. It’s supposed to be very good.”

“But that place is expensive,” I began, feeling like a rube as soon as I’d said it. “And besides, we’ve already overstayed our welcome with you.”

“Oh, nonsense,” Angela said with a wave of her hand, “we love having you here with us.”

“Well, if we do go out to eat, I insist on paying for at least half the check.”

“No, you will not. You are our guests. This is our special treat, mine and Bambi’s for you and your precious daughter.” Angela winked at Kelly, who hunched her shoulders and grinned shyly at her.

“But —” I tried to protest.

“I’ll not hear another word about it. This is our treat, and that’s final.” The woman crawled to me on the bed, took my chin firmly in her hand and said, “Don’t make me discipline you, young lady.”

Bambi laughed and clapped, and I had to giggle too.

“All right,” I said, “I can see there’s no arguing with you.”

“That’s right,” agreed Angela, as she got up from the bed, again stretching her long, shapely limbs.

“We’ll have to get washed up,” I started to say, and then I realized something. “But, wait, I don’t think I have, or Kelly has, the right kind of clothes with us for such a nice restaurant.”

“Well let’s see,” said Angela, thinking. “You were wearing that sexy swishy skirt with a silk top. Those are just fine, although you would do me a great favor, Sharon, if you did not wear panties or a bra under your clothes when we go down to dinner.”

“Ooh, yeah,” said Bambi.

“And if you want,” continued Angela, “you can wear a pair of my high heels with your outfit. They’d do wonders for your pretty legs.”

I blushed, happy to receive the compliment. I was mostly thinking, though, about how naughty it would be to go out in public, to a fancy restaurant, not wearing a bra or even any panties. I had never done that before!

“Kelly, if you want to, you can wear your jeans and your little top. That wouldn’t present any problem at all, I’m sure. But on the other hand, you’re also more than welcome to go look through Bambi’s dresses and pick out one you’d like to wear tonight. You girls are almost the same size, except Bambi’s a little thinner. So, depending on the dress you choose, it might fit you a little tightly. I certainly would not complain about that, though.” She winked again at my daughter, who giggled and blushed.

“Come on, let’s go see which ones you like!” Bambi jumped off the bed, grabbed Kelly’s hand and the two little girls ran naked from the room.

“Kelly, make sure you wash up first before you get dressed,” I called after them.

“Okay, Mom!”

“That’s a good idea,” agreed Angela. “Before we start putting clothes on, why don’t you and I freshen up too?”

She took my hands in hers, helped me down off the bed, kissed me warmly on the mouth, and then led me into the adjoining bathroom.

It was huge. Definitely more of a bathroom suite than just a bathroom.

There was that gigantic whirlpool tub, easily big enough to fit all four of us, I thought lasciviously. There was a stall shower with two seats and two nozzles, a double vanity, a separate room with a toilet and a bidet, and a large walk-in closet or dressing room, where I could see two open trunks along with several dresses on hangers.

We washed our hands and faces at the double sink. She opened her makeup case between us and offered to let me use any of her cosmetics that I wanted. I had my own makeup in my purse in the other room, but I couldn’t resist trying some of hers. I was sure they must be expensive, the very top of the line.

We made up our faces, sitting naked next to each other on little padded stools. When we were finished, Angela turned to me, studied me closely, then took my face in her hands and softly kissed my lips, letting her tongue just tease the opening to my mouth.

She pulled away, smiling. “You are a delicious young woman.”

“Oh, um, thank you.” I blushed again, but then I took her hands in mine. “And, Angela, I just want to thank you for, for everything. You’ve been so kind to me and Kelly, and I, I just can’t tell you how much I appreciate the things you’ve helped us discover today.”

She smiled and kissed me once again, just brushing our lips together so as not to disturb our makeup. “I’m so glad that my little girl chose you, and your precious Kelly too. It has been our pleasure. We are the ones who are very grateful that you have trusted us and let us get so close to you.”

I put my hands on the woman’s astonishing breasts.

“Now I’m starting to think,” I told her, “that I’m not so hungry after all. Not for food anyway. I’d really like to lick your pussy right now.”

“Ooh, darling,” said Angela, “you’re making me wet again. I’ll be dripping down my legs when we walk into the restaurant.”

I grinned at her and squeezed her tits.

“But seriously,” she said, “there will be time for that later, I promise. And yes, I would truly love to have your tongue inside my hole.”

She extended her tongue and we kissed that way for another moment or two, just our two tongues caressing, and then she pulled away.

“Now, you go put your clothes on — but remember, no undies! — and then come back here and we’ll pick out some shoes for you.”

“Okay.” On impulse, though, I leaned down and gave one of her breasts a lick, teasing the hard nipple with my tongue and taking it briefly between my teeth.

“Mmm,” she sighed, “what a naughty girl you are. Your daughter is very lucky.”

“As is yours,” I grinned, then walked naked from the room in search of my top and skirt.

I found them where I had left them and pulled them on. I also went back to Angela’s bedroom and retrieved my panties and bra, tucking them into my purse.

I went to look at myself in the large mirror over the antique dresser in her room. I shifted slowly back and forth, watching my breasts move under the clingy silk top. My nipples showed clearly through as if I was wearing nothing at all. And beneath the three gauzy layers of my skirt, each layer mostly sheer, I had no panties on. I knew that if someone looked at me in that skirt, in just the right light, they would be able to see everything I had. That was such a racy idea it made me start getting wet again. I’ll be like Angela, I thought, with my pussy dripping down my leg as we walk into the high-class restaurant.

“Oh, there you are,” said the tall blonde, now even taller in a pair of black pumps with four-inch heels. The woman towered over me. She was wearing a black leather miniskirt that came to mid-thigh. Her legs were bare, and I knew that under the short skirt there were no panties. Above the skirt, she had on a tight blue cashmere sweater with a deeply cut V-neck. Of course, she wore no bra.

She took my hand and led me to the dressing room. I couldn’t believe what I saw. In a large trunk, specially designed to hold shoes, were at least three dozen pairs — just for a weekend trip! We browsed through them together, and finally I picked a pair of strappy heels that fit quite well and that made me look extremely alluring.

I kept turning this way and that in the dressing room, admiring my reflection in the full-length mirror. I had never owned, or worn, such a sexy pair of shoes.

“A perfect choice,” said Angela, patting me on the bottom. Then we went to fetch the girls.

We found them in Bambi’s room. Kelly was dressed and was trying on a couple of different pairs of shoes. Bambi was still naked, bless her little heart.

“Okay, daughter,” said Angela with mock anger, “is that how you’re going to go to the restaurant?”

The little girl giggled. “No, Mommy. Should I wear this dress, or this dress?”

The first one she held up was satin, dark red, with crown sleeves and a simple scoop neckline. It was quite elegant. The second dress was yellow with a floral pattern. It had spaghetti straps and looked to be very short.

“I like that one,” I said.

“So do I,” said her mother.

“Me too,” agreed Bambi. “But can I wear my boots with it?”

She held up the little black boots she’d been wearing when Kelly and I first spotted her in the mall, supposedly lost.

“Didn’t I just get you some white boots?” asked Angela. “Try those instead.”

“Oh, yeah! Good idea!” she enthused. She dug into her other trunk — she had two just for a weekend trip! — and found the boots. Sitting naked on the floor, she tugged them on and zipped them up. They came to about mid-calf, were shiny white, and the heels were a bit taller than the other pair.

“I like these!” Bambi said. Getting to her feet, looking spectacularly seductive in nothing but the boots, she picked up the yellow dress and handed it to me. “Will you help me put this on?”

“Sure, sweetie.” I held the little dress up for her to put her arms through. It had a stretchy puckered top that fit tightly over the girl’s narrow chest, and as I pulled it down I could see that it was indeed very short. It barely covered her bottom.

I would never have allowed Kelly to go out in a dress that short, at least not after she was older than about 6, and certainly not without wearing any panties! But I also had to admit it was very exciting to think about walking through the hotel with Bambi wearing that outfit, knowing that if she bent over slightly or if there was even a gust of wind… and I imagined that it must give her mother the same lecherous thrill as it gave me.

Angela had been helping Kelly select some shoes, and now they were ready. Kelly stood up to show me. She looked so lovely it took my breath away.

My daughter wore an exquisite light pink silk dress in a shimmering pattern. It was sleeveless with a scooped neckline, quite low cut, and had an empire waist.

No longer wearing her Victoria’s Secret push-up bra, Kelly appeared younger and slimmer than she had before. The way the gown showed so much of her chest, with her lovely strawberries-and-cream skin coloring and pale freckles, and the way the neckline revealed the gentle swellings of her small breasts but stopped just short of her nipples, I was entranced by it and by her.

The dress came to about six inches above her knees, showing off her slender legs. She and Angela had chosen a pair of rose-colored low-heeled shoes with open toes that perfectly complimented the rest of the outfit.

“Oh, sweetheart,” I exclaimed, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you looking so beautiful!”

“Like a little princess,” added Angela.

Kelly smiled shyly. “Thank you.”

“How about me?” blurted Bambi, twirling around in her little dress. “Do I look nice?”

“Oh, yes, you do, my sweet!” said Angela, and then with a laugh, “But I think you’d better not spin around that way in the hotel lobby, or everyone will see your little pee-pee.”

“Oops,” said the child, clapping her hands to her cheeks in pretend shame, and we all laughed with her.

Continue on to Chapter 6

By Naughty Mommy

We left the elevator and strolled through the lobby, two mothers holding their daughters by the hand. I glanced over to look at Angela, her head held high, her shoulders back, chest thrust out, large breasts swaying, those long nipples proudly protruding through her sweater. What a woman, I thought.

I couldn’t tell for sure, but I think she must have tipped the maitre d’ at the restaurant. In any case, he was quite solicitous, welcoming us profusely, then immediately ushering us through the establishment, around the tables, and back to a semi-private room, mostly closed off from the other diners. Along our route, I noticed that the way we were dressed, and perhaps the attractiveness of Angela in particular, definitely garnered the attention of many of the patrons and some of the restaurant staff as well. It made me feel special.

We were seated at a sumptuous banquette with a large arrangement of glorious fresh flowers in the center of the table. I was at one end of the curved leather seat, with Kelly beside me, then Angela, and then Bambi at the other end.

True to her form, Angela spoiled the girls, allowing them to choose whatever appetizers they wanted, never mind the cost. She also ordered cocktails for me and for her, treated us all to delicious dinners, including a very expensive and wonderfully good bottle of wine that she and I shared, and then let the girls pick any dessert on the menu.

As we were waiting for our desserts to arrive, Angela turned to Kelly and said, “I just love the way that dress looks on you, honey. It’s like it was made for you.”

Kelly smiled at her, and then I watched as Angela draped her arm around my daughter’s shoulder and casually slipped her hand down inside the low-cut front of the silk dress to fondle her breasts.

“Your little nipples get hard so fast,” purred Angela. “It makes me want to suck them.”

Kelly gulped and reddened. I took her hand, squeezing it to let her know everything was all right.

After a few more seconds, Angela removed her hand and took her arm from around Kelly’s shoulders. But then she hiked up her leather skirt, which didn’t have far to go, spread her thighs apart, and looked down at her shaved pussy.

“Ooh, see?” she said “You’re making me wet, Kelly.”

We all stared as she parted her labia with one hand, then slid two fingers of her other hand inside herself.

“Wow,” breathed Kelly.

Bambi laid one of her bare legs over her mother’s thigh, saying, “Mommy, do me too!”

Angela glanced at the curtain separating us from the rest of the diners, then lifted the long tablecloth and placed it over their laps. We couldn’t see what happened next, but apparently she reached between her daughter’s legs to tickle her naked pussy.

A moment later, the waiter came in with our desserts.

Without removing her hands from beneath the tablecloth — it looked to me as though she still had one hand between her own legs and one fondling Bambi — Angela said, “Oh, yes, there’s one more thing. I would also like two servings of your hundred-year-old cognac for myself and my girlfriend,” nodding toward me, “if you will bring them right away, please.”

“Yes, of course, madame,” replied the waiter.

The cognac was heavenly, but the bill for this dinner, I was sure, would have to be at least $500. To Angela, apparently that was nothing. When we were ready to leave, she asked the waiter to charge everything to our room.

I offered to pay the tip, but again she said, “Nonsense, you are our guests,” and left a $100 bill on the table.

After a strong cocktail, half a bottle of wine, and then the cognac, I found myself weaving a bit as we walked out of the restaurant. I knew I was in no condition to drive.

So, in the elevator on the way up to the room, I said to Angela, “After we, um, I mean, after Kelly puts her other clothes back on, and we’ll take off these shoes, of course, then maybe you can ask the hotel to call a taxi for us, because I don’t think I should try to drive a car now.”

“Well of course not,” the woman replied, “you’re not driving, and you’re not going anywhere. You’ll spend the night with us. No arguments. Remember, you said there was something else you wanted to do with me tonight. And besides, we still have to let the girls try the jacuzzi tub.”

That idea got the children all excited, although it didn’t really take much for that. When the elevator doors opened, they romped down the hall together, Bambi’s little dress flying up to show her bare bottom, and waited eagerly for us at the door.

Once inside, the girls ran giggling toward Bambi’s room, already starting to pull off their little dresses. Angela kicked off her heels, then walked through to the bathroom and started the water in the tub, sprinkling in some bath salts.

I came up behind her, put my hands on her waist, and kissed her neck. “Thank you for a wonderful dinner, and for everything else. I’m having such an amazing time.”

She turned around and kissed my mouth, this time not worrying about our makeup.

“Hush,” she said, “no more thanks are necessary. We’re enjoying ourselves just as much as you are.”

“Okay.” I started to pull off my top, and then hesitated.

“Are you getting in the tub, too?” I asked.

She patted my cheek and kissed my lips. “Of course I am.”

Just then a bell rang. I realized it must be the front door of the suite. “Who could that be?” I asked.

“That’s the champagne,” replied Angela, as she went to answer the door. I frowned, but then sat down to take off my shoes.

A moment later, Angela returned, followed by an attractive young woman pushing a cart covered with a white tablecloth. The cart contained a bucket of ice, a bottle of champagne, four fluted glasses, several folded linen napkins, and a small assortment of chocolates.

The woman parked the cart next to the jacuzzi tub. (I was glad to still have my top on.) She expertly opened the champagne, then asked, “Would you like me to pour?”

“No, dear,” answered Angela. “I’ll do that.”

I saw her reach into a pocket of her leather skirt and remove a $20 bill, which she slipped into the woman’s hand as they walked out of the bathroom. A moment later, I heard a shriek and then loud giggling from the girls, followed by a door slamming. I chuckled, thinking that they must have started to come out of Bambi’s room, nude, and then discovered there was someone else in the suite.

Soon after that, apparently, the coast was clear, because they came to the bathroom in a rush: two completely naked girls, a 9-year-old blonde with no pussy hair at all and only bumps on her chest, and a 12-year-old redhead with half-grown boobs and a few little curls on her pubis. How precious they are, I thought to myself.

Angela came in behind them, pulling her sweater off, then unzipping her skirt and stepping out of it. She set the clothes down in the dressing room, then came back to the tub to check the temperature and the level of the water. Although there were two large faucets, it was taking a long time to fill. The girls were both leaning over the edge, eager to get in. I looked at their little bottoms, so different, but both so tempting in their own ways.

Finally the tub was ready. The girls quickly clambered in, giggling as usual. I took off my top and my skirt and laid them over the chair in front of the vanity, then climbed into the tub myself. The water was very warm and felt oh so relaxing.

Angela was pouring the champagne. She poured two full glasses and two half glasses. Before passing them out, she took the plate that held the half-dozen chocolates and set it on a counter next to the tub. Then she handed me one of the full glasses, gave half glasses to each of the girls, and got in herself holding the other glass.

“A toast,” she said, raising her glass, “to feminine sexuality.”

“I’ll drink to that!” I replied.

Kelly looked at me. “Is it okay?” she asked, holding up her glass.

“Yes,” I told her, “tonight is a very special night, so it’s perfectly okay if you have half a glass of champagne.”

We all clinked our glasses together and took sips of the delicious bubbly wine.

Angela had not yet turned on the jets in the tub, and I was a little concerned that when she did, they would be annoyingly loud. That was what I had experienced with other whirlpool tubs. But when she pressed the button and the water started swirling around us, I was surprised at how quiet it was.

I settled down into the warm, fizzing water, closed my eyes, drank more champagne, and let myself float away on the dream of a lifetime, a dream that was coming true for me, right then and right there. It was everything anyone could want. Wonderful food, plenty to drink, a beautiful woman who would do anything for me sexually that I asked, and two adorable young girls who were also our carnal playthings.

Speaking of carnal playthings, I felt a small figure moving at my side. I opened my eyes and there was Bambi, her face shining, hot with sweat and champagne and excitement. She gazed at me with her lovely blue eyes, those eyes that had first seduced me in the mall, eyes I’d said to myself I could get lost in forever.

Without saying anything, I used my free hand to pull her to me. I put my hand behind her head and brought her face to mine. I kissed her aggressively, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She opened herself to me, and we kissed deeply.

After a moment, Bambi broke the kiss so she could put down her glass. Then she reached under the water to play with my breasts, fondling my nipples and making them hard. Her legs were straddling me. I took a big swallow of champagne, then set my glass aside too, and reached down to cup her buttocks in my hands.

We resumed kissing as we touched each other. She held my breasts, toying with the nipples, and I squeezed her bottom. Then I decided to be bolder. I slipped my hands under her, reaching between her legs to find her pussy lips. I parted them with my fingers and probed inside.

She squealed into my mouth, then pulled away gasping.

“Are you okay?” I asked, without stopping what I was doing.

“Yes,” she wiped her mouth. “It’s just, it feels so good!”

I smiled at her and kissed her quickly on the lips, as I continued groping the virgin pussy of this 9-year-old sex kitten. Then I glanced over at Angela and my daughter.

They were sitting close to us, with Kelly straddling Angela the way Bambi was straddling me. Kelly’s back was arched, and she was looking down at Angela’s face as the woman took my daughter’s erect nipple into her mouth and began sucking on it. Kelly groaned in pleasure.

I turned back to Bambi and we started kissing again. The child was just amazing, her tongue and lips working ever so skillfully, bringing my womanly desires to a peak. I knew very well, of course, that she had learned all this from her mother, and that knowledge made it even more exciting for me. Closing my eyes, I pulled her tightly to me, savoring the forbidden but tantalizing sensation of having a naked, sex-hungry little girl in my arms.

A moment later, I heard a small, stifled cry. Pulling my lips away from Bambi’s, I looked toward my daughter.

Kelly had her arms around Angela’s neck, her hands linked at the back. She was staring deeply into the older woman’s eyes, her face a reflection of her obvious arousal. Her eyes were hooded, her lips parted, and she was breathing deeply. She was also moving slightly up and down, in a steady rhythm.

I couldn’t see under the water, but I thought that maybe Angela was fucking my little girl with her finger. Could it be that she had broken her hymen, right there in the tub beside me?

I hoped it was true. If Kelly was going to lose her virginity at age 12, and it wasn’t going to be with me, then I couldn’t think of anyone else I would rather have her do it with more than Angela.

I watched them, waiting to see if Kelly was going to come, waiting to see if I could find out for sure if Angela had her finger, or her fingers, inside my little girl’s vagina.

Then I felt Bambi licking my neck. She was squeezing my breasts harder, trying to get my attention. I still had my fingers between her little pussy lips, but in my fascination with Kelly possibly being fucked by Bambi’s mother, I had stopped stimulating the little girl as much.

I heard her voice. “I want you to fuck me. Please, I need you to fuck me. Fuck me with your tongue and make me come in your mouth.”

I couldn’t believe a little girl, a child, was saying that to me. But she was.

I turned my full attention to her. “You want me to fuck your little pussy with my tongue, Bambi? Is that what you want?”

She licked my neck again. “Uh-huh.”

I moved around, lifting her small body out of the water, helping her sit on the shelf that was near the rim of the tub, just at the water level. I looked at Angela, saw that she was watching us, and then turned back to Bambi.

“Open your legs for me, sweetheart,” I said, loud enough for her mother to hear. “Show me where you want me to lick you.”

The little girl raised her knees, spread her thighs apart, opened her puffy pussy lips with her fingers, and pointed to her sex. “Right here,” she said. “I want you to make me come.”

I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. But just as I was leaning in to begin kissing and licking Bambi’s pussy, I heard my daughter climaxing.

Kelly cried out, “Yes! Yes!” She arched her back, bringing her breasts above the water level, her erect nipples dripping. Angela pulled her close, kissing my daughter’s chest, still moving her hand between her legs, and Kelly’s orgasm continued.

I smiled, glad that my little girl could experience so much pleasure and excitement in one day, and then I returned my focus to the other little girl in the tub, the even younger one.

I began by kissing her labia, again and again. I held her slender thighs far apart with my hands and kissed her puffy lips, moving my mouth up and down, kissing the top, the bottom, and the middle. I kept kissing her over and over until she was begging me for more.

“Please lick me,” she demanded. “Please lick me now!”

Only at that point did I part her pussy lips with my fingers, looking inside to see her childish pinkness, the perfect innocence of her virgin sex.

But this was a child who knew much more about sex than most 9-year-olds, who had already experienced her own orgasms, and who must have given them to I don’t know how many women and girls.

I wanted to taste her. I wanted to lick her sex, to make her come in my mouth, just as I had been wanting to do ever since I’d first seen her in the mall.

I remembered when we’d first arrived at their hotel room earlier that afternoon, when Bambi had been sitting on my lap, kissing me so seductively, and I’d thought to myself, I want to see her naked, look at her hairless pubis, part her puffy lips with my fingers, put my tongue down there and lick her virgin vagina, suck her little clit, make this dewy child come in my mouth!

And now I actually, truly had that opportunity. Here was this glorious child, naked in front of me, begging for me to lick her sex. I smiled to myself, happy to know that sometimes, once in a while, dreams really do come true.

So I used my fingers to hold her beautiful pussy lips open, and I leaned my face in close to her, and I licked her.

Bambi groaned as she felt my hot tongue make contact with her. I licked her, paying special attention to her pink hole, her vagina. I licked all around the rim, teasing her, making her writhe under me. I licked upwards too, toward her clit. I pulled her labia back, finding her tiny bud, and I licked it and sucked it until she was panting and sighing and trembling, just on the edge.

Then I lowered my face again to her center. And this time, instead of licking around the rim, I shoved my tongue into her, as far as it would go. It wouldn’t go in very far, but as I grabbed her bottom and pulled her little body tightly against my face, as I pressed my lips to her pussy lips and thrust my tongue into her vagina again and again, I knew I had her.

She squeaked. She clutched my wet hair with her hands, pulling my face hard against her. She squeaked again and I could feel her vagina contracting around my tongue.

Bambi was coming. She was coming in my mouth. It was her first orgasm with someone besides her own mother, and I felt privileged to give it to her.

The little blonde sylph kept squeaking and writhing. Her climax continued for a long time, longer than I expected it would or could. I could taste her sweet liquids on my tongue.

Finally, her spasms ended, and she was gasping for air. She relaxed her firm grip on my head, and I drew slightly back. I tenderly kissed the insides of her thighs, adoring this darling girl, this child, for giving herself to me so openly and so completely.

I looked at her lovely young face. Her eyes were still closed, her mouth open, her body gently quaking. It was evident that at some place deep inside herself, Bambi was still feeling — or at least sensing an echo of — the orgasm I had just given her.

I looked over at Kelly and Angela. They were holding each other, deeply kissing, my daughter pressing her body urgently against Angela’s. A few seconds later, they ended the kiss, and then Angela said something to Kelly that I couldn’t hear. But soon my daughter was climbing up over the tall blonde, who laid back her head on a towel, and I saw my little girl position herself over Angela’s face, holding her pussy over the woman’s mouth, and then she lowered it to her waiting lips and tongue.

I wanted to move closer to them, to Kelly and Angela, to watch them as they made love. I was already quite close to them, they were right next to us, but I wanted to be even closer.

Except I also didn’t want to leave Bambi. As I turned back to the girl, I saw that her eyes were open now, but they had a dreamy, faraway look.

“Are you all right, honey?” I asked her softly.

“Huh?” she whispered, barely audible. “Oh, yeah, I just… I just love that… that you fucked me with your tongue… that was so cool.”

I kissed both her knees. “I’m glad, darling. I loved doing it for you.”

Again I turned to look at Angela and my daughter.

“Look,” I said to Bambi, “your mommy is licking my little girl’s pussy.”

“Yeah,” Bambi smiled. “She loves doing that. She loves little girls.”

If there was part of me that was somewhat alarmed by that honest admission and what I was pretty sure it meant, there was another, stronger part of me that was in full sympathy with Angela. I loved little girls too.

“Let’s watch them,” I said, starting to move toward the pair having oral sex.

“You can,” responded Bambi, “but I need to rest a minute.”

“Okay, honey.”

I had meant to get in very close to them, to watch and see, as well as I could, the woman’s tongue as she licked my daughter’s sex.

But as I moved toward them through the warm water, my gaze went to Angela’s naked body, and I saw her big breasts with their long brown nipples standing erect, and I remembered how proudly she had strutted through the hotel lobby, showing her stuff, and I recalled how I had teased her just before we went to dinner, licking and biting her stiff nipple.

And I was overcome with desire for her.

I placed my hands over her breasts. They were much firmer than mine. I ran my fingers over her hard nipples, and I felt Angela’s body respond to my touch.

I looked up and I could see her tongue licking my daughter’s sex, my 12-year-old daughter’s pussy. Angela’s fingers held Kelly’s labia wide open. She ran her tongue up and down through her pink center.

Kelly was rocking herself against Angela’s face. She was moaning and panting. I could tell she was getting close to an orgasm.

I returned my gaze to Angela’s gorgeous tits, which I held in my hands. I lowered my face to one of her nipples and took it into my mouth. Angela groaned as I began sucking. She lowered a hand and put it behind my head, pulling my face against her breast.

A moment later, Angela took her hand away from my head. Without removing my mouth from her nipple, I looked up and watched her slowly insert the index finger of that hand into my little girl’s pussy. Her finger was sliding into Kelly’s wet vagina, up to the first knuckle, then the second, and then all the way in.

“OHH!!! OHHH!!!! GOD!!!!!!!” My baby was climaxing.

While the blonde woman was finger-fucking my daughter, making her come in her mouth, I dropped one of my hands into the water, reaching between her long legs.

I found her pussy, slid my fingers inside her lips, felt for the opening to her vagina, and then, as I shifted to the other nipple and started sucking it, I pressed two fingers into Angela’s cunt, fucking her deeply.

Kelly was shrieking, almost sobbing, her slender body shaking uncontrollably. It must have been the strongest orgasm of her young life. But Angela was not satisfied in giving her only one climax. With an arm wrapped tightly around Kelly’s thigh, holding her in place, she continued licking and sucking her clit, and she slid her finger in and out of my daughter’s previously virgin cunt with increased urgency.

I bit Angela’s nipple, and felt her react. Then I added a third finger inside her vagina, shoving them in as far as they would go.

Bambi had crawled along the edge of the tub toward us and was laying on her side, watching what was happening. One little hand was between her legs, gently rubbing her hairless pussy.

I fucked Angela, Angela fucked Kelly, I sucked and licked and bit Angela’s nipples, she sucked and licked my little girl’s clit — and the 9-year-old child, the one who had started it all, masturbated as she watched her mother having lesbian sex with another mother and daughter.

Continue on to Chapter 7

By Naughty Mommy

Kelly sucked on my nipple for a few seconds, then started to pull away.

“The other one, the other one,” I insisted, holding it up for her.

My daughter took my hard nipple in her mouth and sucked, more urgently this time. It was unbelievably thrilling, the most intense erotic pleasure I’d ever felt in my whole life. I swooned, thinking I might climax just from having her suck on my nipple.

I clasped her head in my hands, drawing her closer to my bosom. “Yes, baby, yes, baby…”

When she started to pull away again, I begged her, “No, honey, please don’t stop!”

“But I want to see…um, I want to see down there.”

“Oh, yes, of course, of course.” My head was spinning. “Yes, darling girl, please go ahead. Take off Mommy’s undies so you can see me down there.”

I trembled as my 12-year-old daughter knelt in front of me and gripped the waistband of my black panties. She pulled them slowly down, revealing my closely trimmed pubic hair. I shave the edges daily, but there is a still a triangle of short curly dark hair, now dampened by my arousal, with droplets of moisture clearly visible.

Kelly pulled my panties all the way down and I stepped out of them.

She sat for a moment, her hands on her knees, staring at my vulva.

I shifted my feet, parting my thighs, trying to open myself to her gaze. Did I actually want my little girl to kiss me there, to lick me, to put her fingers inside me? Yes! Yes, I did!

Finally she looked up at me and smiled. “I love you, Mommy.”

“I love you too, darling, so much.”

Kelly leaned forward and kissed me, not quite on the pussy lips, but just above. She kissed my pubic patch and breathed in, seeming to inhale the fragrance of my sex. She held the kiss for a long moment as I held my breath, then turned her head and laid her cheek against my mound. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me tightly.

“My mommy, my beautiful mommy,” I heard her whisper as I petted her curly red hair.

When Kelly got to her feet, Angela announced, “Okay, everybody in bed now.”

Bambi was the first to respond, bouncing eagerly up onto the huge bed.

Angela crawled to the middle, near the massive headboard, where half a dozen pillows were arrayed.

Kelly and I got up on the big high bed too, and just knelt there, not certain where to go or what to do. The sheets were pink satin, wonderfully smooth, silky, and sexy. An enormous white comforter was folded at the foot of the bed, a bed now occupied by four naked, aroused females, two grown women and two young girls.

Angela reclined on the pillows, slightly spreading her long legs. “Let’s just cuddle for a minute,” she said, opening her arms. “Little girls, come here, one on each side.”

Bambi hopped over to the far side of her mother, and snuggled in under one arm. Kelly moved in more slowly, but seemed happy to nestle at the tall woman’s side.

Angela hugged the two girls, and kissed their heads.

“Sharon, how about you take the middle.” She spread her legs farther apart.

“Um, the middle?” I ask.

“Come here, sweetie, just lay on top of me. Put your head right here.” She patted her chest, between her large breasts.

As I began to lay on her, she opened her legs even further, so that when I lowered my body onto hers, my stomach came into contact with her open crotch, and I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy lips.

I wasn’t sure at first where to put my hands, but then I decided to reach for the girls, stroking their warm backs and sliding my hands down to caress their bottoms.

I was turned toward Kelly and smiled at her, blowing her a little kiss. She smiled back and mouthed, “I love you.”

It was amazing to compare the girl’s bottoms. Kelly’s was already much fuller, more like a woman’s, but still incredibly soft and smooth. Bambi’s little bottom was thinner and tighter, still lean.

I wanted so badly to slide my fingers between Bambi’s legs to see if she was getting wet there yet — I didn’t know if she was even capable of that at her age! — and at the same time, I was equally tempted to reach for my own daughter’s sex, but I restrained myself for the moment. There will be plenty of time for everything, I told myself.

By this point, I had completely forgotten my worries about trying to leave their hotel room, of not wanting to intrude, of not drinking too much wine. If anything, I wished I had drunk more, so I might feel even less inhibited.

On the other hand, I asked myself, what could possibly show less inhibition than laying naked on top of a woman you met not much more than an hour ago, with your hands on the bottoms of two underage girls??!!

I chuckled quietly and turned my head to kiss Angela’s chest. Her skin was warm, golden, and lightly perfumed. I was feeling perfectly happy in that moment.

We lay their content for several minutes, Angela gently caressing both me and the girls, while my hands petted and fondled the two little girl’s bottoms.

Angela broke the spell with a request.

“Kelly…” she began.

“Yes?”

“Would you like to suck my nipple?”

“Um, okay, sure.”

Propping herself up on an elbow, my daughter looked at the woman’s large breast for a moment, then took it gently in her hands. She licked the brown nipple, watching as it grew longer each time her tongue lapped over the tip. Then she took the breast more firmly in her hands and closed her lips over Angela’s nipple, sucking on it. The woman sighed with pleasure.

Turning to her own daughter, Angela said, “Bambi, will you do the other one?”

“Sure, Mommy!”

It was a breathtakingly erotic sight to see the two children eagerly, hungrily sucking this beautiful blonde woman’s full round breasts.

I had a strong urge to touch myself as I watched them, and I started to reach down between my legs. But along the way, my fingers brushed Angela’s warm, moist pussy lips.

I stopped, because I wanted to feel her, to discover her, to penetrate her.

“Yes, oh, yes,” Angela purred, whether to me, to the girls, or to all of us, I wasn’t sure. But I decided to go ahead and explore her with my hand.

I gently parted her labia and caressed her, sliding my fingers into her juicy slit, teasing the opening to her vagina, bringing my moistened fingers to her clit and playing with her, raising her arousal level.

Her reaction was strong and obvious. She was breathing faster, and she spread her thighs further apart, arching her pelvis to bring her sex closer to my touch. I continued teasing her with my hand, wanting to make her beg for me to give her more, until finally I could restrain myself no longer, and I eased one finger inside her.

The woman’s cunt was hot and wet, dripping with moisture. I put in two fingers and fucked her for a few minutes, sliding my fingers in and out, faster and faster. When I inserted a third finger, Angela writhed and moaned, “God, yes, fuck me hard, fuck my pussy hard!”

Kelly lifted her face from Angela’s breast and looked down to see what I was doing. Her mouth fell open as she saw her mother eagerly fucking another woman with her fingers.

Within seconds, Angela was coming. She squirmed on the bed, gasping, grabbed at her daughter’s head and at Kelly’s head, pulling the little girl’s faces tight against her breasts.

Angela cried out loudly, almost screaming, as she reached the peak of her climax.

It was extremely rewarding for me to see that I could bring someone so much sexual satisfaction using only my hand. I’d made love with more than a handful of women in my life, and about the same number of men, but no one had ever responded to me with as much lustful passion as this woman. It made me feel proud and happy, and also extremely aroused.

As Angela’s orgasm finally subsided, and her body began to relax, she petted the girl’s heads while she panted, her golden skin glowing with perspiration, and she apologized in case she had been too rough with them in the heat of her excitement.

When I slid my dripping fingers out of her, I licked them, then held my wet hand up to Angela’s mouth.

She tasted herself, and little Bambi cried out, “I want some!”

Bambi licked my fingers too, a 9-year-old girl happily enjoying the flavor of her mother’s cunt juice.

“Do you want to try?” I asked Kelly.

“What is it?” she wondered timidly.

“It’s from my mommy’s pussy,” said Bambi. “It tastes really good.”

“Okay, I guess so,” said Kelly. She began by licking one finger, tentatively at first. Then, apparently enjoying the taste, she took my hand in hers and and sucked on my fingers.

“If you want some more,” Bambi offered, with a mischievous grin, “I know where we can get it.”

The girls giggled together, then Bambi scooted down to settle in between her mother’s outstretched legs. I moved out of the way, giving her room, and Kelly joined her there.

“See?” said Bambi, pointing at her mother’s wet pussy, the lips open, the dark center glistening with moisture. “There’s lot of it, and it tastes great, and the more you lick her, the more you can get!”

The way she spoke it was obvious that Bambi licked her mother’s pussy with some frequency. I wondered how long they had been sexual that way. When did it start, and who initiated it?

Kelly didn’t seem concerned at all with those kinds of details. She just watched, fascinated, as Bambi gave her a lesson in cunnilingus.

The little girl showed my daughter how to find the clitoris under its hood, how to gently lick and suck it, how to suck the labia, how you can run your tongue around the rim of the vagina, greatly stimulating your partner, and how, finally, besides inserting your fingers, you can also press your mouth firmly against the vulva, and thrust your tongue deeply inside the woman. Bambi said that was what always made her mother come the fastest, when she fucked her with her tongue.

“Wow…” sighed Kelly, and she watched closely as Bambi demonstrated all the things she had described, soon bringing Angela to a powerful orgasm by wrapping her thin arms around her mother’s thighs, clamping her mouth over the woman’s sex, and fucking her with her tongue.

After Angela finished coming, Bambi pulled her wet little face away from the dripping pussy and said to Kelly, “Look, can you see how it comes out? And it tastes so good! Here, have some more. Go ahead, lick her yourself.”

Kelly, who had been rubbing her pussy as she watched the child bringing her mother to orgasm, now leaned down and studied Angela’s cunt. She could see, as I could, the copious thick fluids oozing out of the woman’s vagina. She put her face down closer, sniffed, then extended her tongue and lapped up a bit of the milky wetness.

Angela jumped a bit as she felt a different tongue licking at her cunt. Then she reached out to me and took my hand. I’d been watching everything Bambi did closely, just as my daughter had, and I’d also been rubbing myself. I was getting close to a climax already.

“Sharon, come here.” The woman pulled me toward her. “I’d like to return the favor. You gave me an amazing orgasm earlier. Now it’s my turn. Come up here and sit on my face and let me eat your pretty pussy.”

I did as I was told, positioning myself over Angela’s face, leaning against the headboard, letting her take command of my sex. It didn’t take long. Her tongue did wonders, and then her fingers entered me and found exactly the right spots to provide maximum pleasure.

I’d had my pussy licked by both men and women, but never as wonderfully as this. Within minutes, I was coming, not just once, but several times in a row, as Angela kept a firm hold on me and wouldn’t let me pull away from her mouth and fingers until she was satisfied that she’d given me everything I deserved.

When at last she let me collapse on the bed beside her, I was almost completely spent. The only thing that roused me was the sight of my daughter, my 12-year-old little girl, finger-fucking a woman as she licked and sucked her clit. It was certainly something I had never in my life expected to witness.

Though physically exhausted, I was still able to feel a new stirring of excitement as I watched Kelly, under Bambi’s expert guidance, eating Angela’s pussy. I moved in closer and encouraged my daughter, urging her on, telling her to keep licking her, keep fingering her, until a few minutes later she brought Angela to an orgasm.

Kelly was clearly thrilled by what she had done. She kept smiling as the sexy blonde came in her mouth, and Kelly kept her lips and tongue busy between Angela’s legs, making sure to lick up every drop of her juices.

When Angela finished recovering from her latest powerful climax, she sat up and looked at my daughter. “Whew! That was nice, sweetie. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” grinned Kelly, wiping her chin.

“Now, honey,” Angela continued, “do you think you would like someone to lick you the same way, so you can see how fantastic it feels?”

“Yeah, um, sure, I guess.”

“Are you really sure? Because if you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”

“No, I’m sorry, I mean I definitely really do want to.”

“Okay, good. Well, then, I think the best person to give you your first oral orgasm would be…… your mother.”

“Really?” asked Kelly.

It was my turn for my eyes to go wide. This was certainly a day of surprises! But I looked at my daughter and shrugged, as if to say, if you want to, then, sure, it’s fine with me.

Kelly swallowed. “Um, okay, yeah. That, uh, I mean, that sounds good.”

“Yay!” clapped Bambi.

So Angela moved over a bit on the bed, making room for Kelly to lay down in the center of it.

I started by reclining beside her, kissing her mouth for a minute or two and gently fondling her immature breasts. Then I slid down between her legs, and looked at my little girl’s naked pussy.

At 12 years old, she had some pubic hair, but not much, just a few auburn curls above her slit. Her labia were pink and puffy and smooth, her strawberries and cream skin seeming to glow in the soft afternoon light.

“You are such a beautiful girl,” I said to her.

“Thank you, Mommy.”

I put my hands on her slim thighs, gently spreading them apart. As I opened her legs, Kelly’s labia parted, and I could see strands of her sticky pussy juices inside.

“Such a beautiful girl,” I repeated quietly as I brought my face closer to her sex. I tenderly kissed her smooth inner thighs, feeling her body tremble beneath my lips. I could feel the heat radiating from her center, and I could smell her arousal. Then I kissed my daughter’s labia, very softly, and I heard her moan.

Bambi had gone around to lay next to her mother as they watched us. They were spooning, with Angela casually petting her child’s hairless pussy.

After kissing Kelly’s labia again, I began using my tongue. I licked her vulva, taking my time, letting her open herself fully to me. She sighed and spread her legs wider apart. I could see her pink vagina now, could even see her intact hymen.

I licked her center and she moaned again, moving beneath me, lifting herself to my mouth. I tongued all around the opening to her sex, as Bambi had done with her mother, and then I licked her clitoris.

Kelly jumped when she felt my tongue on her clit. I licked her some more there and she began that kittenish mewling sound. I kept licking her clit, and used my fingers to gently probe at her vagina, not pressing in, just tickling her.

She was breathing fast. Her eyes were closed and her hands were clutching her small breasts. I sucked at her clit, applying more pressure, tonguing her, wanting to give my daughter all the pleasure she could have.

All at once, she let out a loud cry, reached down to grab my head in her hands, and her whole body went rigid. After a few seconds, she gasped, experienced a tremendous shuddering spasm, gasped again and again, then fell completely limp. I tried to keep licking her, to perhaps give her another orgasm, but she pushed my head away.

I realized that she had already had as much stimulation as she could take for the moment, so I slid up next to her and kissed her gently on the lips, putting a hand on her breast and hugging her.

“Oh, that was nice, wasn’t it, Bambi?” said Angela.

“Yeah, it was hot,” agreed the little girl.

But apparently Kelly hadn’t yet had enough. After only half a minute’s recovery, she turned on her side, facing me, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply. It was the wettest kiss she and I had yet shared, both using lots of tongue.

When the first kiss ended, Kelly continued raining kisses on my face, my neck, and my chest. I held her close, guiding her mouth to my breasts. She took a nipple in her mouth and sucked.

I reached between her legs, feeling the warm wet places where I had just finished licking her. She in turn reached down to my pussy, sliding her fingers between my lips and probing around until she found the opening to my vagina. As she continued sucking my tits, my daughter slowly inserted a slender finger deep inside me.

I groaned and rubbed her little pussy faster, she sucked and licked my nipples, she finger-fucked me, I teased her clit, and soon we were coming together, our bodies sweating and straining as we experienced a simultaneous climax.

When we finished, I rolled onto my back, and Kelly came with me, laying on top of me. We just held each other close for a time, breathing softly together, quietly enjoying the warmth of our post-orgasmic bliss.

“Did you know that two girls can fuck each other?” It was Bambi. “Did you know that?”

I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at her. She was kneeling at our side, a naked little girl talking to us about lesbian sex.

“My mommy and I do it all the time,” she continued. “I get on top of her and I fuck her pussy with my pussy and I make her come. We’ve been doing it since I was 7.”

She had Kelly’s attention. My daughter had rolled partway off me, and was sitting up, leaning on one arm while listening closely to Bambi’s story.

“Do you want me to show you how we do it?”

“Uh-huh,” nodded Kelly eagerly.

“Okay! Come on, Mommy!”

I sat up too, next to Kelly, and we watched as Angela laid on her back, spreading her legs and opening her arms to her daughter.

Bambi placed herself directly on top of her mother, their pussies aligned. It was quite a sight: Angela, tall and bronzed, with an hourglass figure, and her child, a tiny slender thing with a nearly flat chest, thin bottom, and peach-colored skin, embracing in the traditional missionary position. Would you ever expect to see a 9-year-old girl mounting her mother, with the intention of fucking her and making her come? But that was what we were about to witness.

For a moment, Bambi scooted up so she could kiss Angela on the mouth a few times, then she slid back down until her pussy was resting against her mother’s again, and she started to move. She gently rocked her little body, taking a slow pace at first, seeming to let their two pussies gradually open and merge.

“We do this a lot, don’t we, Mommy?”

“We sure do. At least once a day, I’d say.”

Still moving slowly but deliberately, Bambi turned her head to look at us. “I love fucking my mommy,” she announced.

“My god…” breathed Kelly.

The little girl began picking up speed. Angela had her hands on her daughter’s narrow hips, holding her and guiding her movements. The woman’s long, beautiful legs were spread wide apart, and her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the sensations she was feeling.

Bambi was working hard. I could see her muscles tensing and relaxing as she kept up the rhythmic motion. Small though she was, she appeared strong, and obviously had plenty of experience with this particular sex act.

Angela was starting to groan and grunt beneath her. She raised her pelvis, accepting her daughter’s thrusts and meeting them.

“I’m gonna make my mommy come,” Bambi murmured, more to herself it seemed than to us. “Make my mommy come…”

They were moving very quickly now, in perfect synch, their bodies meshing, grinding together.

“Fuck me, baby, fuck me hard. Fuck Mommy hard!” cried Angela.

Bambi moved faster and faster, a sheen of sweat shining on her bottom and the backs of her legs.

Angela lifted herself from the bed, opening her thighs as wide as she could, taking her daughter’s pussy into hers. Then suddenly she reddened, her face contorted into a grimace, and she held her breath as her little girl pounded away, pounding her tiny pussy into her mother’s hot wet cunt.

“OHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” Angela groaned. “FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH!!!”

She flung her arms around Bambi, pulling the child against her. She wrapped her long legs around the little girl’s bottom, squeezing her tightly as she came.

Angela shuddered several times as her climax tore through her body. “OHH FUCK OHH FUCK OHH FUCK…” she kept repeating.

And then, as her spasms began to ease, the woman raised her daughter up and kissed her deeply, shoving her tongue into the child’s mouth.

“Wow…” said Kelly.

“Wow is right,” I concurred. “That’s pretty amazing.”

When they broke the long, wet kiss, Bambi said in a small voice, “Now, Mommy, now. I need you to do me now.”

It turned out that even though she was just 9 years old, Bambi was able to have an orgasm, but the only way she could reach one was to have her mother perform oral sex on her.

Angela slid down on the bed, giving her daughter room to climb up on her face. And then Kelly and I watched as Angela lovingly licked the girl’s hairless pussy. That was another incredible sight to see. This little girl, this child, with her thin smooth body, sitting naked on her mother’s face, rocking her sex against her mommy’s lips and tongue.

Angela held her daughter’s tiny bottom in her hands and pulled her sex into her mouth. She licked and kissed and sucked, and soon made Bambi come.

As the little girl was climaxing, Kelly took my hand in hers. She squeezed it tightly as we watched them, a mother and child engaging in the most intimate sex acts possible. It was breathtakingly beautiful.

Bambi finally finished her last spasm and then slipped down by Angela’s side, panting. Her mother held her and caressed her, stroking her blonde hair, gently kissing her.

Kelly was holding my arm, running her hand slowly up and down. I heard her say, “Mommy?”

I turned to her. “Yes, baby?”

“Could we try that?”

“Try what, honey?”

“You know, um, fucking, like Bambi did to her mom. Could we try that?”

My heart beat faster and there was renewed stirring in my loins.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Naughty Mommy

Tracy started kissing me. I really liked the way she did it because she moved her lips and her tongue a lot, which was exciting. She kept kissing me, again and again, and then a minute later I heard my mom gasp and groan and I realized that she was coming.

When Tracy pulled away, I opened my eyes and saw that Melissa was standing behind Tracy and was pulling the girl’s dress up over her head and off.

Now Tracy was wearing only a black thong. She was already barefoot, like me, and she wasn’t very tall, only 5’3” or so. I stared at her tits. They were perfect. I wanted to touch them or kiss them, but my mother had said that Tracy couldn’t touch me, so I figured that meant I shouldn’t touch her either.

I was beginning to feel annoyed by that rule of my mom’s, but then it occurred to me that maybe there was some sort of legal reason for it. My mother was an attorney, and a good one, so she knew all about that kind of stuff. Perhaps she was trying to protect Tracy and the other girls from getting in trouble or something — although it also seemed that what they were already doing with me was pretty extreme! But I was willing to assume that my brilliant, loving mother knew what was best for me and for all of us. I smiled happily.

Melissa reached around from behind, putting her hands over Tracy’s breasts and squeezing them. Tracy turned partway and took Melissa’s face in her hands and started kissing her, using a lot of tongue. Even though my mother had climaxed once, she was continuing to rub her pussy on the couch as she watched them kiss.

Then I heard my mom saying, “The…the last outfit…the garter…put that on her.”

Breaking away from Tracy’s kiss, Melissa replied, “Oh, okay.”

Tracy picked up the catalog from the desk, flipped the pages, and showed me another picture. The outfit looked really racy, more grown-up than anything I’d ever worn.

Melissa reached into the bag and took out a pair of sheer black nylons, and a black thing that had garter straps on it, maybe something like they call a ‘teddy’.

“Let me put the stockings on her,” said Tracy, taking them from Melissa.

“Okay, but we have to take this off first.” Melissa untied the pink leotard behind my neck and I pulled it down and off, leaving me naked.

“Sit down here, Julie, and I’ll put these on for you.” Tracy patted the seat of the chair.

I sat and held out my foot to her. She slipped the first stocking over my toes and slowly pulled it up. I had never worn sheer nylons before, just little girl tights, and I loved how they made my legs look, like I was a sexy adult lady.

Tracy finished pulling the second stocking up to the top of my thigh. She kept her hands there for a moment longer, sort of massaging my leg as she stared at my naked crotch. What she was doing felt really nice, but my mom had already said she wasn’t supposed to touch me. Tracy seemed to remember that too, all of a sudden, and quickly pulled her hands away.

Melissa said, “Okay, honey, now stand up and put your arms through here, then I’ll fasten it in the back for you.”

She helped me get the teddy on. I knew it might have looked better, again, if I’d actually had some boobs, but still I felt it was definitely the sexiest thing I had ever worn.

Tracy hooked the garter straps to my stockings while Melissa did the clasps in the back. Then Tracy said, “I’m gonna get some shoes.” She jumped up and ran out the office door.

A moment later she was back with a pair of shiny black pumps with very high pointy heels. I wondered for a second if anyone out in the mall had seen the sexy young blonde bouncing topless through the store, and that made me smile.

Tracy slipped the shoes on my feet and helped me stand up. I looked in the mirror. It was amazing to see myself dressed up that way.

“Am I supposed to wear panties with this?” I asked.

“No!” my mom instantly responded. “No panties. Just like that.”

The model in the catalog was wearing black panties, but apparently my mother had a different idea in mind. Anyway, I loved how I looked, although it was awfully hard for me to stand up in those heels.

I was just about to sit down when my mom, who had not stopped masturbating this whole time, said, “Julie, baby, take Melissa’s clothes off, and then I want to watch while you kiss her.”

“Oh, yeah, that would be hot,” agreed Tracy. She slipped out of her thong and sat down naked on the couch next to my mother.

Melissa held her hands out to me and I took them. “Do you want to take off my clothes, sweetie?” she asked with a smile.

“Yeah,” I nodded.

Tracy gave my mom a kiss and then spread her legs apart and began rubbing her pussy as she watched us.

Melissa led me over to the love seat, kicked off her flat shoes and sat down. She was wearing maroon leggings and a sleeveless pullover top in the same maroon color, with black trim on the sleeves. She also had a braided headband in her hair and looked really cute. She sat smiling at me.

I smiled back at her and then, before I began undressing her, I leaned over, took her face in my hands, and kissed her. She had kissed me once before, in my bed, and I’d been wanting to kiss her again ever since.

She was so soft and pretty and she smelled really sweet. I wondered if I was falling in love with her.

“Take off…take off her top, Julie.” That was my mother.

I stood up straight, trying to keep my balance in the heels, and Melissa scooted closer to make it easier for me to reach her. I lifted up her shirt, she held her arms up high, and I pulled it off. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

I stood back and looked at her. She was so beautiful. Her skin was glowing, kind of a pearly pink color. Her breasts were so small she looked like she was just a girl, even younger than me.

“You’re flatter than I am,” I told her.

“Julie!” scolded my mom. “That’s not nice.”

“It’s okay,” laughed Melissa. “I don’t mind. She’s right.”

“I love it,” said Tracy. “It’s like seeing two little school girls together.”

“Now take off… the rest of her clothes,” said my mother.

Melissa lifted her bottom off the love seat so I could reach behind her and pull her leggings down. I peeled them over her thighs and all the way off. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and now she was naked.

I’d seen her naked before, but never this close. She was perfect. I wanted to start licking her all over her whole body.

“Kiss her some more,” encouraged my mom. “You can, uh, sit on her lap and kiss her, baby.”

Melissa held out her arms to me and I sat on her lap. She pulled me close and smiled at me. After touching the tip of her finger to the end of my nose, she kissed me there first. I sighed dreamily, and she kissed me very gently on the lips, then we each opened our mouths and kissed deeply for a long time.

We pressed our bodies together as we kissed. I loved the feel of her warm skin next to mine, and her tongue in my mouth.

I could hear my mother and Tracy both climaxing as they watched me kissing Melissa. When my mom’s orgasm ended, she panted, “Julie, do you… do you want to kiss her nipples too?”

“Oh, yes, please, I want to!” I said.

I shifted down a little bit and then I was staring at Melissa’s nipple. As I leaned in to kiss it, I put my tongue out first and just licked the tip of her pretty nipple, then kissed it warmly.

I wanted to start sucking on it, the way I had seen my mother suck on girls’ nipples — including Melissa’s — but I was afraid that might be going too far, so instead I just moved over a little and licked and then kissed the other nipple.

“Ooh, that feels so nice,” whispered Melissa as she stroked my hair. And as she said that, I heard Tracy coming again.

I looked over and saw that Tracy had the two middle fingers of her right hand pushed deep inside her shaved pussy. With her left hand she was pinching her nipples, and she just kept coming, again and again.

My mom was watching Tracy, too, smiling while she gently stroked her own pussy. When the girl finally seemed to be finished with her last climax, my mother stood up and came over toward Melissa and me. She sat down naked beside us.

My beautiful mother smiled at me, put her hand on my cheek, and then pulled me to her for a soft kiss. Then she kissed Melissa the same way.

I was still sitting on Melissa’s lap. After kissing both me and Melissa a second time, my mom stood and helped me to stand up too. She led me over to the empty chair and I sat down there. She stood in front of me, naked, and took both of my hands in hers.

“Okay, darling,” she said. “Since we’re celebrating your birthday here tonight, I have another little surprise for you. I’m going to have sex now with Tracy and Melissa, and you can watch us and masturbate, of course, if you want. But the surprise is that you have to tell us everything you want us to do. Okay? Whatever you want us to do with each other, you are in charge. You’re giving the directions and we’re following. How does that sound?”

“Um, good, I guess.”

Somehow the way I said that made my mother very happy. She gave me a big smile, kissed me on the lips, and said, “I love you so much!”

“I love you too, Mommy.”

“So, how do you want us to start?” She waved to Melissa and Tracy, and they both came over and joined her. Tracy looked a little shaky since she had just enjoyed a series of powerful orgasms. The three of them stood in front of me holding hands.

My mother was only 31 at the time, still incredibly fit and sexy. On one side of her was Tracy, a few inches shorter than my mom, with a nice tan, slim legs, a smooth shaved pussy, and perfect round breasts. On the other side was Melissa, tall and slender with legs that went on forever, and beautiful white skin.

“Go ahead, honey,” urged my mom, “tell us what you want us to do.”

“Um, can I… can I take this off first?” I indicated the teddy, which was not very comfortable to wear.

“Of course you can, sweetie,” replied my mother. “And you can either leave the shoes and stockings on, if you want, or take them off too.”

“I’ll take off the shoes, but I like how these look on me,” I said, rubbing my hands over the sensual black stockings. Melissa went behind me and helped undo the teddy so I could remove it.

“Does that feel better?” asked my mom when we were done.

“Yeah.”

“I like it because now I can see her little boobies again,” said Tracy.

My mother smiled at her, then looked back at me. “Okay, so, how would you like us to start?”

“Um, well, maybe… how about if, um, Mommy, you suck on Tracy’s nipples while, um, while Melissa sucks on yours?”

My mother thought for a moment. “Hmm… okay, let’s see… I’ll sit down…” She sat on the couch. “You come over here…” She took Tracy’s hand and had her kneel on the sofa beside her. “And you sit here…” Melissa sat on her other side.

“Now you can suck my nipples,” my mom said to Melissa, putting her hand behind her head and pulling her face toward her chest. Turning to Tracy, she said, “And I’ll suck yours.”

Tracy grinned and gave kind of a little purring sound, then leaned in, bringing her erect nipple to my mother’s mouth. The three of them started right in following my directions.

I felt myself getting wet as I sat and watched them. My mother really seemed to like what she was doing, and I could see Tracy’s hand moving between her own legs as she masturbated while my mother sucked her tits. Melissa was going from one of my mother’s breasts to the other, licking and sucking her nipples, and I saw that Melissa was also sliding her hand up my mother’s thigh, toward her pussy. That gave me my next idea.

For a while, though, I just kept watching. I love to see a woman’s lips — or a girl’s lips — kissing and sucking another girl’s nipples. That gets me very excited. I lifted one of my feet up to the chair, put my arm around my thigh, and reached between my legs to open my pussy lips. With my other hand I touched the opening to my vagina. It was hot and slippery. I wanted to make myself come, but I wanted to see them do a lot more too.

“Okay, good,” I said after another few minutes of watching, “that’s really good, but now I want to see Melissa, um, can you get between my mom’s legs and, you know, lick her? And Mommy can you, um, lie down and have Tracy, like, sit on top of you so you can lick her?”

“Ooh, yeah, I like that,” said Tracy.

She stood back as my mother turned and laid full-length on the couch, then she climbed up and lowered her taut teenage body down to my mother’s waiting mouth. Tracy used her fingers to spread her pussy lips apart and I saw my mom’s tongue begin to lick the wet pink inside of her. Tracy closed her eyes and pinched her nipples.

Melissa watched them getting arranged, then she looked over at me and gave me a smile and a wink before bending down between my mom’s legs. She began by softly kissing the inner part of her thighs, moving a little closer each time to her sex. Finally she started kissing my mother’s pussy lips, then gently opened them with her fingers so she could kiss and lick and suck on her clit.

Tracy was the first to reach a climax. She gasped and moaned and her body shook as she came in my mother’s mouth. My mom had her arms wrapped around Tracy’s thighs and she held her tight, not letting go, still licking the girl’s pussy as Tracy had one orgasm after another.

They went on like that for several minutes, with Tracy’s climaxes getting louder and stronger each time. Finally, it seemed she could take no more, and she slid off my mom, practically collapsing to the floor.

Tracy surprised me, though, by almost immediately leaning over to start kissing my mother’s face, licking her mouth, tasting her own juices. I also noticed her hand sliding between her legs. As I watched, she slipped a finger deep inside her wet pussy and kind of jiggled it around for a second. Then she had yet another orgasm as she kissed my mother and fucked herself with her finger.

Next it was my mom’s turn. Melissa was still licking her, but now she also slid her long middle finger up inside my mother’s cunt and started moving it in and out, very fast. My mom clutched at her own breasts, pinching her nipples, and I knew she was almost ready to come.

I scooted up to the edge of the chair so I could see everything and began moving my fingers faster between my legs, hoping I could climax at the same time as my mom.

I saw my mother lift her hips off the couch, raising her pussy to meet Melissa’s thrusts, and as soon as I heard her groan and then cry out with the start of her orgasm, I came too.

When Tracy heard me squealing, she pulled her face away from kissing my mom’s and turned around to see what I was doing. She crawled quickly over and put her hands on my knees, holding them apart and staring at my wet pussy as I continued rubbing it and climaxing. Then she seemed to remember the no-touching rule and dropped her hands to the floor. But she moved her face in even closer.

“Oh my fucking god,” I heard her say, as she watched me come. Then Tracy flipped over on the floor to lie on her back, with her mouth directly beneath my crotch, hoping, I guessed, to catch any drips that might fall from my pussy.

That thought made me even more excited than I already was, and I started coming again. Tracy fucked herself with her fingers as she stared up at my naked 12-year-old vagina.

I’m not sure if I actually dripped anything in Tracy’s mouth or not — but the idea was pretty hot! — because I came so strongly the second time that I had to close my eyes. It seemed like I practically passed out.

* * *

When I finally recovered, I was leaning back in the chair, almost laying down, panting and sweating. My hands were soaking wet with my pussy juices. I began licking my fingers, tasting myself, and then I recalled that Tracy had been on the floor, between my legs, and I sat up straighter to look down at her.

She was still there, still staring up at me. I spread my legs as wide apart as I could, and held my pussy lips open for her, letting her see into me.

“Omigod, you are so hot,” she whispered.

Then I dipped two fingers of my right hand into my opening, scooping up some of my sticky wetness, and lowered the fingers down to Tracy’s mouth. I let her suck on my fingers, tasting me.

I wasn’t sure if this would be okay by my mom’s rules, but it just seemed like such a naughty, sexy thing to do that I simply couldn’t resist it.

When I looked up at my mom, I saw that she was watching us and smiling. She was still on her back on the couch. Melissa was laying on top of her, gently kissing and licking my mother’s breasts.

My mom breathed a big sigh, and said, “Well, we’ve each had at least one orgasm, except for Melissa, I think.”

Melissa just smiled and licked my mom’s hard nipples some more.

“So, honey, what would you like to see next,” asked my mother. “Anything special?”

I took my hand from Tracy’s mouth. She sat up on the floor and turned toward me, awaiting instructions.

As I shifted back in the chair, I noticed that the black nylons I was wearing had slipped down a bit during all the excitement. I pulled them back up, admiring again the way they made my legs look.

Then I said, “Well, I think what I’d really like to see next is Tracy, um, kind of get on top of Melissa and, like, you know, sort of, um, fuck her with her pussy and make her come.”

“Ooh, yeah,” said Tracy.

“Okay, that would be nice,” agreed my mom, as she started sitting up on the couch. “Do you think you girls can do it?”

Melissa nodded eagerly, and Tracy hopped to her feet. “Hell, yeah, we can sure try!” she exclaimed.

My mom got up and went to the love seat. She sat down and patted the spot next to her. “Come sit next to me, baby, and we’ll watch them together.”

The love seat was set at an angle to the couch and was closer to it than was the chair where I’d been sitting. I would have a better view from there.

Melissa turned and laid on her back, spreading her long legs apart. Tracy climbed on the couch and looked down at the girl’s smooth shaved pussy, gently touching it.

“Is it okay if I lick her first?” asked Tracy, turning to me.

“Um, sure.”

“I just want a taste of her.”

“But you’ve tasted me lots of times,” giggled Melissa.

“I know, but I can never get enough,” Tracy smiled. (That makes her ‘insatiable!’ I thought to myself.)

The sexy blonde settled in to start licking. She tenderly spread Melissa’s labia and began by kissing and licking her vagina, then moved up to lick and suck her erect clit.

My mom and I were sitting side by side on the love seat, our thighs touching. My mom’s skin felt warm against mine. We watched closely, and were both rubbing our pussies.

When Tracy started to insert a finger inside Melissa’s cunt and the girl moaned in pleasure, I stopped them. “No, wait, don’t make her come that way. Do it with your pussy.”

“Oh, right, I almost forgot.” Tracy giggled and glanced over at me, and then looked at her friend’s wet vagina. With a wicked grin crossing her face, she said, “This should be fun…”

Tracy took Melissa’s legs in her hands and raised them high, pressing them way back toward her shoulders. It was a good thing, I thought, that Melissa was so flexible!

Then she carefully positioned herself, lowering her pussy directly onto Melissa’s, and started moving on top of her, thrusting her hips forward to grind their cunts together.

It was amazing to watch them that way, moaning and groaning as they fucked on the couch. I hooked a leg over my mother’s, giving us both more room to open our thighs and masturbate as we watched the show.

After a few minutes of intense, sweaty thrusting, Tracy shifted positions. She turned Melissa slightly on her side and then mounted her, putting one leg beneath her and the other over the top, like two pairs of scissors. I could see that now their vaginas would be in even more direct contact.

Tracy used her fingers to open Melissa’s pussy lips, and then did the same with her own, before bringing her cunt to meet her friend’s. My mom and I watched closely as the pussies came together into something like a kiss, and then Tracy began moving again. This time she moved more slowly, though, more tenderly, seeming to savor the sensation of one hot vagina kissing another.

Melissa sighed and moaned, pinching her own nipples, then reached up to caress Tracy’s breasts.

My mom said, “Baby, here, sit on me this way.”

She took me by the waist and directed me to straddle her thigh. I was facing away from her, both of us looking toward the two girls on the couch. My mom scooted me back until my body was right against hers, one leg pressing into her crotch.

“Now, start moving on me.” My mother gripped my hips and began sliding me slowly back and forth. My wet pussy was slipping back and forth on her thigh and it felt so exciting! It was almost like I was doing what Tracy was doing.

On the couch, Tracy was moving faster now. Her eyes were closed and she was dripping with sweat. The way she trembled, I thought she must be getting close to an orgasm. I looked down at Melissa, who was pinching her nipples with one hand and had the other hand in her mouth, sucking her fingers. Her face was flushed and she was whimpering softly. I hoped I would get to see them climax together that way.

I held my mother’s leg in my hands and tried to spread my thighs farther apart, gaining maximum contact with my pussy against her skin. I moved more quickly, my wetness lubricating a spot on her warm thigh where I slid back and forth, faster and faster. My nylons were falling down again, but by then I didn’t care at all.

My mom held me by the waist, pulling me harder against her each time. I could feel the back of my leg slapping against her pussy. “Come on, baby, give me more, more!” she urged.

I was getting close — and when I heard Melissa start to squeal as she grabbed Tracy’s ass and pulled her hard against her pussy, and then Tracy cried, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” as she started coming, and my mom was saying, “Oh, fuck me, little girl, fuck me!” as she pulled me harder and harder into her crotch — I felt a surge of warm wetness between my legs and I climaxed on my mother’s thigh.

After the initial few spasms and spurts, I fell back against my mother. She wrapped her arms tightly around me, our sweaty bodies hot and slick. I felt her breasts pressing into me. She kissed my neck and held my tiny breasts, squeezing my nipples.

I just lay against her, eyes closed, glowing in the warmth of post-orgasmic bliss, feeling the loving touch of my mother’s hands on my breasts, her sweet, wet kisses on my neck and shoulders. She caressed me all over, kissing and sucking at my neck, cooing, “My hot sexy little girl…”

When I opened my eyes again, Tracy and Melissa were just finishing their mutual climax. Their bodies shuddered and they held each other close. As they finally relaxed, Tracy slid up a little higher until she could kiss Melissa’s lips. I watched them tenderly kissing for a few minutes, and then Tracy turned to look at my mother and me.

She smiled at what she saw: my young body sprawled atop my mother’s, her hands on my breasts, our legs spread wide and our pussies still dripping wet.

“My god, look at that,” Tracy sighed, “mother and daughter…”

“Aren’t they beautiful together?” asked Melissa, admiringly.

We all held that tableau a few minutes longer, my mother gently caressing my naked body, Tracy and Melissa looking at us and occasionally kissing each other. Then, with obvious reluctance, my mom began struggling to sit up straighter on the love seat. I slid off her lap to sit beside her. She glanced at her watch, which was still on her wrist.

“It’s late, almost midnight,” she said. “We need to get home to Danni.”

My mother stood and stretched. I admired her long, slender body. She was almost 20 years older than me and maybe around 12 years older than either Tracy or Melissa, but she still looked amazing.

“Why don’t you girls come with us?” my mom asked. “If Danni’s up for it, maybe we can have another little party at home.”

“Who’s Danni?” asked Tracy.

“She’s our babysitter,” I told her, “and she’s really hot.”

“Sounds good to me,” Tracy said, getting to her feet and picking up her dress from the floor. “Melissa, you want to do it?”

In reply, Melissa just smiled and nodded eagerly as she sat up naked on the couch.

Continue on to Chapter 11

By Naughty Mommy

Holding my hand, my mother led me into a place called Miami Palms Grill and Bar. I’d never been there before. We sat in a booth near the front.

“Why don’t we just have something to drink and cool off for a few minutes, okay?” she suggested. I nodded in agreement.

“Do you need to go to the ladies room, or anything? Um, to clean yourself up, maybe?”

“No, I… I think I’m okay.”

My mom took my hand across the table and patted it. She couldn’t stop smiling. I guess it made her happy that I’d reacted the way I did to what we were doing.

A young waitress came over and brought us menus. She was a pretty brunette with long hair and a great smile. I liked her immediately, but I tried not to start thinking sexy stuff about her, so I wouldn’t get all worked up again.

“Hi, can I get you something to drink?” she asked brightly.

My mother asked for a glass of white wine and I ordered a Coke. The girl said she would be right back with our drinks.

“Do you want anything to eat, honey?” asked my mom. “Some dessert, maybe?”

“No, that’s okay. I’m not hungry right now.” But then I glanced over at the waitress, who was reaching for a wine glass on a high shelf, her skirt rising, showing plenty of thigh, and I added, “Not for food, anyway.”

“Ooh, my precious darling girl.” My mother took both of my hands in hers and held them tight. “You are turning into an insatiable little lesbian, aren’t you!”

“What does insay-sha-something mean?”

She chuckled, and said it more slowly. “Insatiable… it means you can never get enough.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true.” I was still watching the waitress, but when she finished preparing our order and started over to where we were sitting, I turned back to my mom. “Is it… I mean, is it okay? Like, I think about that stuff a lot, and, you know, I — ”

Just then the girl arrived and served our drinks. “Would you like anything else?” she asked.

My mouth went dry as I looked at her. I couldn’t believe how close I came to saying something like, ‘Yes, I would like to see you naked.’

“No, I think this will be all for now,” answered my mother, smiling at the pretty waitress as she handed her our menus. She watched the girl walk away, admiring her legs as I had. “You were saying something about…”

“Um, well, like I said, I just, you know, I think about…stuff…all the time. And I, well…” I lowered my voice. “I mean, I play with myself a lot. Like, every day. So, is that okay? I mean, if I’m… whatever you said I was?”

She smiled and took a sip of her wine before replying. “Yes, baby, it’s fine. There is nothing wrong at all with having a strong sex drive, even at your age. It’s, well, it may not be quite normal, or typical anyway — that is, I think you might be somewhat more advanced than other girls — but that’s okay. I’m glad you’re able to feel things the way you are. It’s wonderful.”

She took another drink of wine, then continued. “Did you know there are some women, grown women, who’ve never experienced the kind of pleasure that you already have? Some women have never had an orgasm. Ever. And that’s sad. I’m happy that we’ve got you started so quickly. And I’m really glad, sweetheart, that you seem to be enjoying it so much.”

As she was finishing up her wine, the waitress came back. “Would you like another?”

My mother looked at her watch, then winked at the girl, “No, I’m afraid not. We have to get going. Just the check, please.”

I drank the rest of my Coke while my mom got out some cash and placed it on the table.

As we walked back out into the mall, we both noticed a woman across the way from us. She was a tall blonde, probably in her early twenties, wearing a very short skirt. She had great legs and a terrific figure. I knew right away that she was the kind of woman my mother would be attracted to.

“Ah, now that’s nice,” said my mom, as she stopped and stared, getting a good look. “What do you think, Julie? Would you be happy if I came home with her one night?”

“Yeah, definitely,” I answered honestly. “She’s hot.”

“Yes, she is,” agreed my mother. “I like blondes.”

Suddenly she laughed out loud and squeezed my hand. “I like blondes, redheads, and brunettes! Who am I to be calling someone else insatiable, right, honey?”

We kept watching until the woman rounded a corner and disappeared. Then my mother looked at her watch again. “Okay, good timing,” she said to herself.

I wasn’t sure what she meant by that.

We took the escalator down and finally started walking in the direction I’d been hoping all along that we might take — toward the sexy lingerie store where Melissa worked!

“Are we going to Victoria’s Secret now, Mommy?”

“We’ll see,” she answered coyly.

That wasn’t where we went, however.

Instead, my mother stopped in at a place called Heavenly Jade Noodle Shop. There were no customers at any of the tables, and it looked as if the waiters were cleaning up and getting ready to close. A lovely young woman stepped out from behind a beaded curtain and came toward us.

“Oh good, she’s here…” I heard my mother say to herself.

“Sorry, miss, we close now,” called the woman as she approached.

As she came nearer, I could see that the woman was not very old at all, maybe more like a girl, around 19 or so. She was Asian, with a beautiful round face, gorgeous dark eyes, and pure white skin.

“Sorry, we close —”

“Yes, I know,” interrupted my mom, “and I’m very sorry to bother you. I just need to ask a quick question. It’s about arranging a business luncheon…”

As they conversed, I studied the girl. She was tall, about as tall as my mother, who is 5’8”, and she had a slender body. She wore a kind of fitted top that left her soft shoulders bare, and a short ruffled skirt that accentuated her incredible long legs. I wondered if maybe my mom had seen her before, and was using the ‘business luncheon’ as an excuse to let me get a good look at her.

Just then, we heard an announcement saying that the mall would be closing in two minutes. My mother quickly wrapped up their discussion, thanked the girl, took a business card from her, and we left.

As we walked out, my mom took my hand and squeezed it. “What did you think, honey, did you like her?”

“Yeah, she was beautiful. I liked her legs. And her skin. It looks so soft.”

“I know. I would love to touch her all over.”

My mother’s hand felt warm in mind. As we walked, I imagined seeing her with the Asian girl, slowly taking off her clothes, rubbing her hands all over body and kissing her. I could feel myself starting to get wet again.

A minute later we came into the corridor where the Victoria’s Secret store was located. Many of the shops were already closed or were in the process of being locked up. As we approached what I hoped was our destination, we saw Melissa standing just inside the door, looking through the glass into the mall. When she recognized us, she smiled and waved, then turned a key in the door and opened it for us.

As we stepped inside, my mother and Melissa smiled at each other, then shared a short kiss. After locking the door, Melissa took my mother’s hand, my mother held mine, and the three of us walked together toward the back of the store.

Near the fitting rooms, another girl was waiting. She was a blonde who looked like she was around 18 or so. She was thin but had nice tits, and she was smiling at us like she knew something exciting was about to happen.

“Tracy, this is Suzanne and Julie.”

“Hello, Tracy,” said my mother, as her eyes went up and down the girl’s body. “Melissa has told me a lot about you.”

Tracy raised her eyebrows, then gave us kind of a sexy pose, lifting up her short dress and revealing her legs. “I hope what you see is as hot as she told you.”

My mom laughed. “Very hot!”

Melissa turned to me. “Julie, you look so cute tonight. I love that dress! And those shoes too — you look like you stepped right out of a catalog!”

“You really are adorable, sweetie,” added Tracy.

I beamed, and I’m sure I was blushing, but it made me very happy to hear these beautiful girls telling me I looked nice.

“And we’ve had a lot of fun tonight, haven’t we, honey? Tell Tracy and Melissa what we’ve been doing.”

I gave my mother a questioning look, not wanting to repeat ‘Really?’ one more time, but she just nodded at me encouragingly, so I took a deep breath and said, “Um, we’ve been walking around the mall looking for pretty girls.”

“Ooh…” Melissa and Tracy sighed in unison.

“That’s right,” confirmed my mother. “And Julie’s been telling me about the girls that she thought were the sexiest. Which ones did you like best, baby?”

“Well, the waitress, I guess, and um, the lady in the furniture store.”

“You mean Carla, at Grayson’s? Yeah, she’s totally hot,” commented Tracy.

My mother smiled at Tracy, gave her a wink, and then turned back to me. “What about the girl on the escalator? Tell them about her.”

“Oh, she, I mean, my mom got us on the escalator right behind this high school girl in a really short skirt, and then when we got to the top the girl smiled at me.”

“She not only smiled, I think she was checking you out,” said my mother. “Tell Tracy and Melissa what we talked about.”

“You mean…”

My mother nodded at me, smiling, and blew me a little air kiss.

I laughed a little before I began, feeling happy that I could talk about these things with others who would understand and accept me.

“Um, well, after the girl went out of the mall, my mom said that maybe she was, like, not only looking at me, but that maybe she was thinking I looked sexy in my new dress, and then, you know, she went out and got in her mom’s car and she told her mother about seeing me, and then they went home and, um…” I swallowed hard “…and they masturbated together while they were talking about me.”

“Nice!” laughed Melissa, clapping loudly.

“All right!” Tracy exclaimed. “High five!”

“Then what happened?” asked my mother, after Tracy and I slapped hands..

“Well, it’s funny, ‘cuz I got so excited when I started thinking about that, especially after everything that’s happened already with, like, Melissa,” I looked at her and she gave me a big smile, “and, um, the others, and then I was imagining that really cute girl we saw, and her mom, you know, being together and talking about me and touching themselves and I started getting so hot and, like, getting wet, and I was afraid, because…um…”

“Because why…?” prompted my mother.

“I thought that, that, my, um… that maybe my pussy would, like, drip down my leg because,” I began lifting up my dress, “I’m not wearing any panties.”

Tracy gasped, “Oh my god!!”

Melissa had seen me nude before, but Tracy hadn’t. She put her hand over her mouth as she stared at me. Then she said, “That is so hot! Did you really get wet?”

I nodded, grinning at her. “Really, really wet!”

Melissa put her arm around my shoulders and kissed my cheek. “Like I told you the last time I saw you, you are a very sexy little girl. And in those clothes, you don’t even look like a little girl any more. You look like a teenager.”

“A fucking hot teenager,” agreed Tracy.

Melissa went on. “So, Julie, I called your mom the other day, and we were talking, and she told me all about your birthday and how you celebrated it, and then I was telling Tracy about you, and she and I decided to give you a special birthday present from us. We asked your mom if it would be okay if you came in and we’d help you pick out some sexy grownup clothes, I mean like undies and stuff to wear, and we’ll give them to you for your birthday. Okay?”

“Yeah? Really? I’d love that!”

“Tracy and I already picked out a few things for you to try on. But you can look at them and if you don’t like them or if you want to look for other stuff, that’s fine. You can pick anything you want in the whole store!”

“Omigod,” I gushed, “I don’t believe it!!”

“What do you want to start with, honey?” asked my mom.

“Um, I don’t know. Did you, I mean, what did you pick out, Melissa?”

“Well,” she said, “a couple of things. Let’s go into the office and I’ll show you.”

Tracy opened a door behind her and led us in. The windowless room was large and nicely decorated. It had a desk, some filing cabinets, a padded armchair with a matching love seat, a big soft couch, and a furry rug on the floor.

Melissa closed the office door and locked it. She reached into a shopping bag on the desk and took out something white and delicate. “I really love this one,” she said, “and I bet you would look great in it.”

“Here’s what it looks like in the catalog,” added Tracy, turning a page and showing me.

“Wow, it’s like see-through,” I said, giggling.

Melissa held the garment out to me, and I took it from her. It was the tiniest little nightgown, lacy, sheer white, and very short, with spaghetti straps. Melissa also handed me a pair of white panties, actually a thong.

I had never ever in my life worn anything like this, or even imagined that I would. But I loved it, of course, and couldn’t wait to try it on. With a big excited smile on my face, I turned to my mom, and asked, “Um, so should I go put these on?”

She laughed, “Baby, no, you can change right here in front of us. You know you don’t have to be shy.”

“Yeah, we want to see your hot little body,” said Tracy, adding with a wink, “You show me yours and I’ll show you mine!”

“Okay,” I shrugged. Of course, I already wasn’t wearing any panties, so there wasn’t much to take off. I handed the thong and the nightie back to Melissa, stepped out of my shoes, and then pulled the yellow sundress up and over my head.

Tracy clapped when she saw me naked. For just a second I covered up my breasts, but then I realized that was silly — since I was hoping to see the other girls naked too, why shouldn’t I be first? I held my hands out and did a little turn-around to let Melissa and Tracy get a good look at me.

“Goddamn,” breathed Tracy, as she stared at me.

“What a pretty little girl you are,” sighed my mother, sliding a hand inside the top of her dress to fondle her breast.

“You really got to see her masturbating?” Tracy asked Melissa.

Melissa confirmed with a nod.

“That is so fucking hot.”

I stepped into the thong first and pulled it up, then Melissa helped me get the nightie over my head. I admired my reflection in the big three-panel mirror on the wall. I did look incredibly sexy in that outfit, even with my boobs being so tiny.

“How do you like it?” asked Melissa.

“I like it a lot.” I turned to my mom to see what she thought, and I guess she must have agreed that I looked hot in it too, because she’d pulled her dress up to her waist and was rubbing her naked pussy as she stared at me.

“Nice, very nice,” agreed Tracy. When I looked at her, I saw that she was massaging her breasts through her dress while she admired my body.

I loved being the center of their attention. I liked knowing that they all thought I was sexy, so sexy it made them want to touch themselves. That made me very happy.

“Try the pink one next,” urged Tracy. “Here, it looks like this.” She held out the catalog for me, turned to a different page.

“But,” I protested, “I don’t have a figure like, I mean, like that model does.”

“It doesn’t matter, cutie. With your little shape, just the way you are, you’d look great in anything,” Tracy assured me.

“Um, okay.” I smiled, pleased that someone as sexy as her would have such a high opinion of my skinny seventh-grader’s body.

Melissa helped me get the white nightie over my head, and I pulled down the undies, then took the hot pink thing she was handing me. It was like a leotard and kind of lacy and really stretchy.

“Put your legs through first, like a swimsuit,” advised Melissa.

“Okay.” I stepped into it and pulled it up to my waist.

“The top part ties. Here, let me do it.” Melissa took the two thin pieces that laid over my front, sort of covering my little breasts, and tied them together behind my neck. In the back, the leotard was just a thong.

After Melissa finished tying it, I looked at myself in the mirror, and when I turned around, from the back it was almost like I was naked. Really hot!

“Jesus…” I heard Tracy sigh.

I asked Melissa, “Do you like this on me?”

“Yeah, I do. It’s super sexy. Especially the back. Um, but the front might be better for someone who’s got, you know, more of a bust. Unlike you or me.” She giggled, and it made me glad to know that she thought of the two of us as being the same.

“I think it’s perfect,” Tracy said in a husky voice. She stepped closer and touched my shoulder, sliding her hand down my arm. “You’re so soft. So young. Turn around for me.”

I did, and I felt Tracy’s hands on my bare back, moving slowly down until they cupped my bottom. She stopped then, and turned to my mother, who was sitting on the couch, her dress all the way off now, masturbating as she watched us.

“Is it all right if I kiss her?” Tracy asked.

“Yes,” answered my mom, “it’s all right if she says she wants you to. But no touching, okay?”

Tracy took her hands off my bottom. She rested her chin on my shoulder and said, “Julie, will you let me kiss you?”

“Yeah, um, okay.” I turned around to face her and closed my eyes. When I felt her lips on mine, I opened my mouth a little so she could kiss me with her tongue the way my mother did.

Continue on to Chapter 10

By Naughty Mommy

And somehow, every time I thought that nothing more exciting could possibly happen, my mother would come up with yet another unbelievable thing for me to experience.

A few weeks after my amazing birthday surprise, my mom told me she’d made plans for the two of us on a Saturday night. She got a sitter for my sisters — a cute 18-year-old brunette named Danni, who came over to our house after dinner that night.

Danni was wearing tiny little denim short-shorts and a tight pink top. She looked super sexy, and it made me wonder if Mom had something in mind for her later that night. I sure hoped so, because I really wanted to see Danni naked.

It was kind of embarrassing what happened next.

While my mom went up to say goodbye to Molly and Kate, who were playing in Molly’s bedroom, I just stood there looking at Danni. I was trying to imagine what she would look like with her clothes off — and when my mother came back I didn’t realize it because I was so much into my fantasy, staring at Danni’s legs and wishing I could see her pussy.

And then, right behind me, someone said, “See anything you like, honey?”

I jumped, and I’m sure I started blushing like mad, but Danni just giggled, and Mom gave me a quick hug and kissed me on top of the head, saying, “I’m sorry, sweetie. I didn’t mean to startle you. But, hey, come here a minute, I’ve got something to show you.”

She took me by the hand and led me upstairs to my bedroom. Hanging on a hook in front of the closet was an adorable little yellow sundress.

“How do you like it?” my mother asked.

“Is it… for me?”

“It sure is. Sort of a delayed birthday present, you could say.”

“Ooh, I love it! Thank you!” I turned around and jumped into her arms, giving her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“You’re welcome, darling girl,” she laughed. As I went over to look more closely at the dress, she picked up a Gucci shoebox that was laying on the bed. “And these are for you, too.”

I took the box and opened it. Inside were the cutest little beige low-heel shoes. “Oh my god!” I squealed. I couldn’t believe it — my first pair of designer shoes! And they were Gucci!

“Mother! Really? For me?”

“Yes, of course for you, baby,” she beamed at me. “My little girl is turning into a lovely young woman, and I think you should be able to dress like one.”

“Oh my god!” I hugged and kissed her again.

“I’m so glad you like them, sweetie. Why don’t you try them on?”

“Now?”

“Yes, now,” she chuckled. “This is what I want you to wear tonight when we go out.”

“Really?” I was acting sort of like a dope, I guess, because I was ecstatic about getting these new clothes that were so grownup, and so beautiful!

“Yes, really. Come on now, take off your jeans and try on that dress.”

“Um, okay.” I sat on the floor and pulled off my sneakers and my socks, then got up and tugged my jeans down. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so after I took off my t-shirt, all I was wearing was a pair of pink cotton undies with elephants on them.

“Such a precious little body…” I thought I heard my mother saying something like that to herself, under her breath.

“What?”

“Nothing. Go ahead, put on the dress.”

I took the little dress off the hanger and slipped it over my head. Then I took the shoes out of the box and tried them on. They fit perfectly.

I looked at myself in the mirror and loved what I saw. The new clothes made me look like a pretty teenager instead of just a little 12-year-old.

“Perfect. You look amazing,” said my mom, kissing me on the cheek. “Okay, let’s get going. We don’t want to be late.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

We trotted downstairs together, holding hands. I felt like I was floating. I was so happy.

We stopped in front of the babysitter, who was on the sofa in the family room looking at a Cosmo. “What do you think of Julie’s new dress?”

“You look fabulous!” exclaimed Danni. “Turn around.”

I blushed again as I slowly turned in a circle, letting them admire me.

“And you know what else you should see?” said my mother. “She has on the cutest little panties, don’t you, honey. Pull your dress up now and show Danni.”

I was really surprised that she said that. I stood there, not knowing quite what to do.

“Go on, pull up your dress, baby. I want Danni to see your elephant undies.”

I gulped, feeling my cheeks burn as I slowly lifted the hem of my sundress. It was exciting in way, but I also felt nervous and a little foolish.

As the bottom of the dress reached my waist, Danni reacted. “Ooh, I love it! Those are so cute! Like a tiny little girl.”

My mother must have understood then how I was feeling, because she came to me and took my hand and kissed my cheek. “It’s okay, darling. We just like looking at you because you’re so pretty and so sexy, that’s all. Don’t be embarrassed.”

“No way,” added Danni. “My god, you’re so hot, you should be glad to show off your body.”

I smiled and tried my best to be brave. “Okay.”

“But, will you do one little favor for mother before we go?”

“I guess…”

“Will you let Danni take off your panties?”

“Really??”

“Uh-huh. See, I want you to go out with me tonight not wearing panties at all, just like I’m not.” And as she said that, my mother hiked up the short dress she had on, letting both me and Danni see her exposed mound.

“Wow…” exhaled the teenager, staring at my mom’s crotch.

“So, you want to be like me, don’t you? Now be a big girl and let Danni take off your panties.”

“Well, um, okay…” I lifted my dress up a little higher and took a step toward her.

Danni knelt on the floor in front of me, licking her lips. Her face was eye-level with my pussy. I suddenly realized that I was getting wet, and I wondered if she’d be able to see it, or smell it.

For several moments, she seemed to be studying my undies, then finally she hooked two fingers under the waistband and slowly peeled them all the way down. I stepped out of them, and Danni remained on her knees, gazing at my slit. In a soft voice, she said, “What a beautiful girl you are.”

“Thank you,” I replied. “Um, I… I think you have really nice legs.”

“Oh, thanks!” She stood up then, smiling broadly at me.

My mom took my hand again, giving me a hug. “Yes, I do have a very beautiful, very sexy little girl. I’m so proud of her.” She squeezed me once more and kissed my cheek.

“Okay, come on, let’s get going. We’ll see more of Danni later.” She gave the girl a wink, took me by the hand, and we went out to the car.

As we were driving, my mom put her hand on my knee, and said, “You know, honey, I’ve been thinking a lot about this. Up until now, when we’ve played our game, you and me, it’s always been that I’ve brought someone home, or found someone that, well, that I wanted to have sex with, and then, of course, I’ve invited you to watch us…”

…in my mind I was picturing Karen, and Bonnie, and Rayne, and Melissa, and now maybe even Danni? That thought made my nipples get hard…

“…so if you see someone, or should I say when you see someone who gets you kind of excited, tell me so I’ll have a better idea of what you like. Okay?”

“What? Oh, sorry, Mom, I got thinking thinking about, like, all the stuff we’ve done and — what did you say again?”

“Silly.” She patted my knee.

I realized then that we were in the parking garage at the mall. She pulled into a spot and shut off the engine, then turned to me. “What I said was, let’s go in and you can point out to me the types of women, or girls, that you’d like to play our game with. Okay?”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” she smiled. “Why do you keep asking that tonight?”

I giggled. “I dunno. Sorry, I’ll try to stop.”

My mother looked at her watch. “It’s almost 9:00 and the stores close at 10:00, so that gives us about an hour to do some looking around.”

A few minutes later we were walking through the mall doors. Just inside was a nice restaurant, with a bar area at the front. Mom took my arm and said, “Okay, stay with me, and try not to be too obvious about staring, but take a look at some of these women and tell me what you think.”

“Okay.”

“How about her, for example…” She indicated a sexy blonde, probably in her early twenties, sitting by herself, looking at her cell phone. She had long legs and was wearing a very short dress that showed them off.

“Yeah, I mean, she’s really nice looking.”

“Did you notice that you can see her panties?”

“You can? Oh — oops, you can!” I started giggling.

“You and I will have to be careful not to sit that way tonight, won’t we?”

That made me laugh harder. I turned away, hoping the woman wouldn’t see me.

Then I saw a pretty brunette walking toward us. She was leaving the restaurant, following a couple of other people. As she looked up, her eyes met mine and she smiled at me.

“Ooh, Mommy, I really like that one right there.” I tugged on her arm.

The girl was maybe around 20, with beautiful blue eyes and a soft smile. I loved the short dress she was wearing. It was white and kind of fluffy looking. She had on black tights and flat shoes that made her look kind of like a schoolgirl.

“Ah, you’re right, honey,” my mother said into my ear. “I really like her too. Good choice.”

The brunette went slowly past us and out of the mall, following her companions. We started looking around again to see who else we could find.

“Hm, well, what about that one?” my mom said.

“Which one?”

“Over there, sitting at the table with that guy with a ponytail.”

“Yuck.”

“Yeah, I know. That ponytail is ridiculous. But the woman is pretty, don’t you think?”

“Um, yeah, I guess.” She certainly was attractive. A blonde, probably around 40, nicely dressed and wearing a lot of makeup. “I mean, you’re right, she’s very pretty, but if you, I mean…”

“Go ahead, Julie, I really want to know what you think.”

“Um, I don’t know, I guess she just looks kind of fake to me or something. I can’t really describe it.”

“Okay, well…” My mother turned slowly around, scanning the restaurant. “Hello, now that’s nice.”

She gave me a nudge. “Check this one out.”

I followed her gaze to a really cute young woman, maybe around 25, wearing a tight-fitting tank top that showed she had a great figure. She was seated at a table across from an older woman, who I guessed might be her mother, and she was looking our way.

“I wonder if she has an idea of what we’re really up to.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, we certainly seem to have her attention for some reason. She keeps looking at us. I don’t know, maybe she’s checking us out, probably thinking how hot you look in that little dress —”

“No, I bet she’s looking at you. At your legs.”

My mom was wearing a very short little black dress that night, and she looked just beautiful, like a model or something.

“I hope so. I sure would like to have that pretty tongue of hers licking my pussy.”

“Mom! Not so loud…”

“Oops, sorry. I did get a bit carried away there, didn’t I? Another minute or two and I’d have walked right over and started kissing her.”

She took a deep breath and sighed. “Okay, we’d probably better move to another location before I get us arrested.”

My mother took my hand and we left the restaurant.

A few doors further down was an upscale furniture store, the kind of place where even a mirror is $500. My mom had a really good job and we could afford nice things, but I didn’t think she’d ever buy that sort of stuff. We went into the store anyway, though, and once we got inside I could see why.

Apparently my mother had spotted this gorgeous 20-something brunette through the window. The place was really quiet, just an old bald guy working on something at a desk in the back, and then this beautiful woman in a green dress. There weren’t any other customers that I could see.

“Good evening, can I help you?” She was just incredibly pretty, with perfect skin and exotic-looking brown eyes. If I could have chosen any woman we’d seen so far that night for my mom to have sex with, it definitely would have been her.

“Hi,” said my mother, adding a little laugh, “you know, it’s funny, I’m not really looking for anything in particular. The only reason I came in is because I saw you through the window.”

The woman frowned slightly. “Oh?”

“What I mean is, I saw your dress. I have one at home almost exactly like it, don’t I, Julie.”

“Um, yeah.” I reached for my mother’s hand behind her back and squeezed it tightly, trying to communicate what I was feeling.

“Now that I see it a little closer, though, they’re not identical. But you look fabulous in that one.”

“Oh, thank you,” smiled the woman.

My mother went on, “Mine is a halter that ties in the back. But, is yours…” She peered at the woman’s neck.

“Yeah, it’s a halter,” she said, lifting her hair to show us, “but it doesn’t tie. See, there’s a zipper down here.” She turned and pointed to the small of her back. As I stared at the woman’s smooth, pale skin, I had to restrain myself from reaching out and touching her.

“Oh, right, I see that,” said my mom. “Well, you look just fantastic in it, almost like the dress was made for you.”

“Oh, thanks, thanks again, you’re too kind.”

“Anyway, I’m sorry we took up your time. Maybe we’ll come back in next time we’re in the market for some furniture.”

“I hope you will — or just stop by any time for a chat. As you can see, it’s not like I’m inundated most of the time.” She held out her hand, and I saw her eyes go down for a second to look at my mother’s legs. “My name is Carla.”

“I’m Suzanne. And this is my daughter, Julie.”

“Well, you sure are a pretty girl, Julie. I love that dress.”

“Oh, thank you.” I did a little curtsy, and I noticed that my mom was still holding the woman’s hand.

“We’ll try to come back soon then,” said my mother with a big smile, putting her other hand over Carla’s.

“Good. I’ll look forward to it.”

They finally ended the handshake and we left the store. As soon as we were out the door, I grabbed her arm, saying, “Mommy, she was perfect!”

“Yes, she was lovely, wasn’t she?”

“So, um, do you think you could, maybe…”

“Possibly. She offered an invitation for just a ‘chat’, so maybe I’ll stop in one day next week and I’ll see if I can take her to lunch. And then, who knows?”

We were approaching the center of the mall where there was an escalator to the second level. Suddenly my mom took my hand and started walking faster.

Just getting on the escalator was a cute girl with long blonde ponytail, wearing tennis shoes and an extremely short denim miniskirt. We got there quickly enough to be just behind her and ride the escalator up with her. That meant we had a great view of her slender legs.

I thought my mother was really smart to notice that and take advantage of the opportunity!

As the girl, who was 14 or so, stepped off at the top, she hesitated and looked around, apparently trying to figure out where she was. She turned and, for a moment, looked straight at me, giving me a nice smile — which made my heart skip a beat — but then she headed for the exit door that led to the parking lot on the other side of the mall from where we’d come in.

My mother, who was still holding my hand, asked, “Did you like her?”

“Yeah…” I noticed then that my palms were sweaty. I was getting very excited by this new game of looking at pretty girls with my mother and talking about them.

“I guess maybe her mom is coming to pick her up or something,” I said.

My mother squeezed my hand. “Yes, and maybe on the way home, she’ll tell her mother about a sexy young girl she just saw at the mall wearing a yellow sundress, and when they get home, they’ll masturbate together.”

That naughty idea made me feel all warm and kind of liquid-y inside. I realized then that my pussy was getting very wet, so wet I was suddenly afraid — since I wasn’t wearing any panties — that it might start dripping down my leg!

“Mommy…” I pulled her into a corner, behind a big potted plant.

“What, honey? What is it?” She held my face, frowning, obviously concerned.

I knew I was flushed, and I had tears in my eyes. I was scared that I might do something bad to embarrass myself, or her, and that we might even get into trouble.

“What’s the matter, baby? Don’t you feel well?”

“No, I — I feel fine. It’s just, um, that I’m…” I was standing with my legs crossed, my thighs pressed together.

“Do you have to go to the bathroom?”

That made me giggle a little. “No… I mean, not, not for that reason anyway.”

She shook her head. “I don’t understand. What do you mean?”

I looked around to make sure no one was watching us. Then I cupped my hand and whispered in her ear. “When you were telling me about that girl and her mom, like, maybe saying stuff about me and then, um, masturbating… I, sort of, like, got really hot and now I’m, I don’t know, so wet I might start dripping on the floor.”

My mother began to laugh. I knew she wasn’t laughing at me but was just relieved that I wasn’t sick or anything. “Oh, you poor dear,” she said, giving me a big kiss on the lips.

I wanted her to kiss me some more. A lot. I was so aroused at that point that I would have kissed almost any good-looking woman or girl — even my mom! But of course we were in a mall, so I couldn’t.

My mother smiled warmly at me and gave me another quick kiss, then looked around. “Let’s go in there,” she said.

Continue on to Chapter 9