Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

I woke up, as I usually did, as soon as my mother came home. It was just past midnight. When she would go out on Saturday nights, leaving me and my little sisters, Kate and Molly, with a babysitter, I never slept very soundly.

Several years earlier, my father had deserted our family, which to be honest didn’t bother me much. He was mean and he used to hit my mom and we all seemed a lot happier with him not around. Luckily, my mother had a good job, which meant we didn’t have to worry too much about money.

A few months after my dad left, my mom decided to start going out in the evening every week or two so she could have some fun for herself. I’d only be about half asleep during the time she was gone, and even though I really wanted her to have a good time, I always felt better when she came home.

That night, as usual, I woke up when I heard the garage door open. Normally she would take the sitter home and come back in fifteen minutes or so, and then she’d come in and kiss me goodnight and then I could sleep. But that night was different.

I didn’t hear the car drive away again, and I thought I could still hear my mother talking to the babysitter downstairs. I waited a while, thinking that soon she would take the girl home, but for some reason she didn’t. And then I got curious.

I got up out of bed and went quietly to the railing that looked down from the second floor into the family room of our house. The sitter, Karen, was a 14-year-old who had just completed her first year of high school. She’d taken care of us several times before this, and my two sisters and I liked her a lot.

Karen was really cute, with long dark hair that she wore with bangs, and pretty brown eyes. She was small, only 5’2” or so, and very slender.

They were sitting together on the sofa. My mom had her arm around Karen’s shoulders and was touching her face. She was whispering something to the teenager but I couldn’t hear what it was.

Karen was acting shy and I think she was blushing, but she was smiling too. My mom seemed to be teasing her a little. She kept caressing Karen’s cheeks and touching her fingers to Karen’s lips. And then she kissed her.

The first kiss (or at least the first one I saw), didn’t last very long. They talked a little more and then my mom kissed her again. And again. And pretty soon Karen put her arms around my mother and then they were kissing really hard.

I suppose Karen must have been a lesbian, or maybe bisexual, although I never would have guessed that before. I was 10 years old at the time, and even though I knew what it meant to be lesbian, and I’d seen some suggestive things in music videos, etc., I certainly had never seen anything like this in real life.

While my mom was kissing Karen, she took the girl’s hand and pressed it to her chest. Then she opened up her blouse, leaned back on the sofa, and pulled Karen’s head down to her bare breasts (she wasn’t wearing a bra). And as Karen was kissing and licking her tits, that’s when my mother looked up and saw me watching them.

I froze, petrified that I would be in big trouble. I wanted to run away, back to my room, but I couldn’t move. I remember how hard my heart was pounding.

Then I got an even bigger surprise. Instead of yelling at me or getting mad or anything when she discovered I was watching, my mom didn’t react like that at all. She just smiled up at me as she petted Karen’s hair.

I couldn’t believe it. Why wasn’t I in trouble? Why wasn’t my mother upset that I had seen them? Was she glad that I was watching her?

Apparently she was, because she sure didn’t change what she was doing. After she let Karen suck on her nipples for a while as I continued watching, she began pulling up the girl’s t-shirt until Karen sat up and my mom lifted the shirt off over her head. She unhooked the teen’s little white bra and took it off. And then she pushed Karen back on the sofa and started licking and sucking her erect nipples.

My head was swimming. I knew I should stop watching but I couldn’t. I was still afraid I would get in trouble, but I was fascinated by what I was seeing. And then, as my mom unzipped the young girl’s jeans and started pulling them down over her legs, I felt a warm stirring in my crotch.

At this point in my life I had never masturbated. Well, I had rubbed myself down there with my soapy hands in the bathtub and it felt good, but I had never brought myself to orgasm or even tried. In fact, at that age I don’t think I really understood what an orgasm was. And this was the first time I had ever felt such a strong sexual arousal.

The powerful feeling made me clench my thighs together, which only increased the exciting sensation. And then, as I saw my mother slip Karen’s panties off and spread her slender white thighs apart, and when the girl closed her eyes and my mom glanced up at me again for just a second before she lowered her mouth to the teenager’s sex, I had an irresistible urge to touch myself.

I was wearing a thin knee-length nightie and a pair of cotton panties. At first I just pressed my hand into my crotch on the outside of my nightie. That felt good, but it wasn’t enough. As I watched my mother licking the young girl’s pussy, and as Karen writhed and moaned on the sofa in obvious sexual pleasure, I pulled the nightie up to my waist and slipped my hand inside my panties.

I had never touched myself that way before. But it felt natural and easy. In the previous few months I’d noticed that the outside area around my private parts — my labia, that is, though I didn’t know the word at the time — had started to change, getting thicker and definitely more sensitive. When I put my hand inside my panties that night, the whole area felt swollen and warm to the touch. I was still completely smooth down there, too, since I didn’t have any pubic hair yet.

As I rubbed myself, just on the outside of my pussy lips at first, I started to feel some wetness on my fingers. It made them slippery, and the more I rubbed myself that way, the better it felt.

My mom had a finger inside Karen’s pussy now, and she had shifted around so she could suck on the girl’s nipples at the same time. She looked up at me again and saw what I was doing, and she smiled and nodded to me.

I was amazed.

Then Karen had what I now know was an orgasm, although at the time I wasn’t sure. But she squealed and squirmed a lot before she finally started to calm down. I was rubbing myself pretty hard and feeling really good as I watched them. My crotch was getting very wet.

After Karen had finished coming, my mother slipped her hand out of her pussy and lifted it to the girl’s face. She put her fingers in Karen’s mouth and it looked like Karen was sucking on my mom’s fingers. I wasn’t sure what what meant at the time, but it seemed pretty sexy.

After that, my mom stood up, reached under her skirt, and pulled down her panties. Then she squatted on the sofa over Karen’s face, held the girl’s head in her hands, and pressed her pussy against her mouth.

This made me more excited than ever. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My own mother was having lesbian sex with our babysitter, a girl who was only a few years older than me!!! And as I rubbed myself harder and harder, my hand gradually slid in between my pussy lips until I could actually feel the hot wet opening to my vagina. This was an entirely new experience. It felt like I was doing something naughty and grown up and it was so sexy and wonderful.

From where I was standing, I couldn’t see everything that was happening below, but my mom kind of wriggled around for a while on Karen’s face while the girl apparently was licking her, and pretty soon my mom had an orgasm too.

After she was finished, they kissed some more and then they started to get dressed. I went back to my room and got in bed. I pulled off my panties so it would be easier to touch myself.

Closing my eyes, I thought about what I had just seen — how my mother had kissed the teenage babysitter, had opened her blouse so the girl could suck her nipples, how she had stripped off Karen’s clothes and kissed her and licked her all over, and how she had straddled the girl’s face and pressed her pussy into her mouth — and how my mom had known I was watching them the whole time!!

I kept rubbing myself as I heard them go out to the garage. I heard the car drive away, and a few minutes later the car came back, and after that I heard my mother coming up the stairs.

I turned on my side then and pretended to be asleep, because I knew she would probably come into my room to kiss me goodnight as she always did. I was still afraid that I might get in trouble, and I also felt ashamed somehow for watching them.

My mom opened my bedroom door and came over to my bed. She sat down on the side of it and gently stroked my hair. Then she leaned down and softly kissed me on the cheek. As she did, I remembered that her mouth had been kissing and licking Karen’s vagina about a half hour earlier.

“Did you have a good time tonight, sweetheart?” she whispered to me. “I hope you did. I love you, Julie.” Then she kissed me again, got up, and left the room. I heard her go into each of my sisters’ rooms for a minute and then to her own room.

I stayed still, pretending to be asleep until I was sure she wasn’t coming back. Then I turned onto my back, spread my legs, and reached down to my crotch. I was still very wet down there. It felt all hot and slippery. I rubbed myself for a long time that night but I never reached orgasm. Finally I fell asleep.

When I awoke late the next morning, Sunday, I still had a worried feeling I might be in trouble with my mother for watching her with the babysitter. I delayed getting dressed and going downstairs until almost noon. But when I finally did, my mom was cheerful and happy.

She was sitting on the sofa (the same one) with my two little sisters and watching cartoons with them. She got up and gave me a big hug and announced that she was taking us to the zoo that afternoon. We were super happy about that.

* * *

The next week, Karen was back again on Saturday night. She came over at about 8:00 and played board games with us until our bedtime, which was 9:30 (my youngest sister, Molly, who was only 6 years old then, went to bed at 8:30).

All that evening I studied Karen, wondering what she was thinking about. I noticed that she was wearing a denim skirt and a crop top this week, instead of her usual jeans and t-shirt. I also noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and that she seemed to have a little more makeup on.

I kept wondering what it would be like to see her naked. Well, I had seen her naked, of course, but I mean up close. I wondered if she would like to kiss me the way she had kissed our mom — and it was that night when I started to realize that I must be a lesbian myself.

I had never really had much interest in boys, anyway, although for that matter I had never had many sexual thoughts at all until just one week earlier when I saw my mother with Karen. But every night since then I had recalled those wonderful images as I lay in bed and touched myself.

This time my mom did not stay out as late as she had the last time, and when she came home at about 11:15, I was wide awake. I waited for a while, wondering if I would hear the car drive away soon, taking Karen home, and when I didn’t, I got very excited. I was so hoping there might be a repeat of the week before. After another few minutes I got up out of bed. Before I left my room, I took off my panties and put them in the drawer. Then I went out to the hall.

They were already kissing and rubbing their hands all over each other’s bodies. My mom was sitting on the sofa with Karen on her lap, straddling her and pressing her slender young body against my mother’s. Karen’s skirt was up around her waist and my mom was squeezing the girl’s tight little ass.

This was exactly what I’d been waiting for. All week long, I’d been thinking about what I’d seen the time before and hoping it would happen again. I pulled up my nightie and put my hand between my legs and started gently rubbing myself.

Soon my mother’s blouse was open and Karen was kissing her breasts, and then as I watched, the girl pulled down my mother’s panties and buried her face in my mother’s crotch.

As she held the teenage girl’s head in her hands and pulled it hard against her pussy, my mom looked up to see me. She smiled at me and licked her lips lasciviously.

For some reason, this made me want to show off, so I moved along the second-floor railing to a place where my mother would have a better view and spread my legs wide apart so that she could see how I was touching myself. It was so exciting to show my naked pussy to my mom while I was masturbating, and while she was having sex with our babysitter!!

It didn’t take long at all before my mother had an orgasm. Shortly after that she took off Karen’s clothes until the lovely girl was completely naked, and then Mom lay on the carpeted floor and had Karen sit on her face. And while Mom was eating Karen’s pussy, she put one hand down to her own crotch and started fucking herself. I think she did this mainly for me, because she lifted her bottom off the floor and spread her thighs wide apart and pointed her pussy right at me so I could watch her fingers going in and out.

By this time I was very excited, of course, and as I watched my mom fucking herself while she was eating the teenage girl’s pussy, I slipped my fingers in between my hot wet folds and started tickling the opening to my vagina.

Karen had an orgasm soon, but that didn’t finish it. My mom put Karen on her back and lay on top of her in what I now know is a ‘69’ position. They licked each other like that for a while, until my mom, who was facing toward me, gently slipped the middle finger of one hand into Karen’s pussy, and then looked straight up at me.

I was thrilled to be part of this sexual experience with my mother. I tried to open my legs even wider so she could see my wet pussy as I rubbed myself. My mom smiled at me and licked her lips. She began fucking the teenage girl with her finger, slowly at first, and then faster and faster, as she stared up at me, watching me masturbate.

When Karen started to come, my mother did too. They climaxed together, powerfully, and it was then that I had the first orgasm of my life. It was so strong that it buckled my knees and almost made me faint. I wasn’t even sure what had happened, but in a daze I groped my way along the wall back to my room and fell into my bed where I rubbed myself again until it happened one more time.

I was asleep when my mother returned from taking Karen home. She came into my room and gently awakened me.

“Baby?” she said softly. “I’m sorry to wake you up, but I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“Yeah, Mom,” I rubbed my eyes. “I’m fine. Um, thank you for… um, for not getting mad at me.”

She kissed my cheek. “No, honey, of course I’m not mad at you. We’re just having some fun together, kind of a little game. Did you enjoy yourself tonight?”

“Yeah, a lot. I like, um, I like doing that. I mean, watching you, and, you know.”

“Did you come?”

“What?”

“Did you have an orgasm? Make yourself come?”

“Um, yeah, I think so,” I smiled. “Twice.”

“Ooh, that’s nice. I’m glad. We’ll have to play that game some more. But right now, you go to sleep, okay? I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you, too, Mom. G’night.”

She kissed me tenderly on the lips, and again I thought about the fact that my mother’s mouth had been licking Karen’s pussy not much earlier. She left the room then and I fell asleep right away, feeling very happy.

* * *

The following Saturday night, Karen wasn’t available and so we had a different babysitter. This time nothing special happened.

But the week after that, Karen was back. This time she was wearing a little blue sundress, very short, with a halter top. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra.

We played our usual board games, but Karen seemed distracted and I noticed that she kept looking at the clock, checking the time. She made sure to put us to bed right on the dot at 9:30, instead of giving us ten or fifteen minutes extra like she sometimes would.

That night my mom came home even earlier, at about 10:30. As soon as I heard the garage door open, I got out of bed and went to my door. I wasn’t wearing any panties, just a short white blouse that buttoned in the front and didn’t even come down to my belly button.

I silently opened the door and peaked out. Moving closer to the railing, I looked down into the family room and saw that Karen was laying on her back on the sofa, wearing her sundress.

As soon as my mom came into the room, Karen smiled at her and lifted one of her legs up over the back of the sofa, and I could see — and my mother could see — that she had taken off her underwear. But that wasn’t all we could see. Karen had also shaved away all her pubic hair! Before it had been neatly trimmed, but now she was completely bare, like a little girl.

“Oh, how beautiful!” exclaimed my mom. “That looks good enough to eat!”

“That’s what I’ve been waiting for,” grinned Karen, as she used her fingers to spread her pussy lips apart. My mother walked slowly toward her, unzipping her own dress along the way and stepping out of it. She was wearing a matching red lace bra and panties.

My mom, I have to say, is absolutely gorgeous. Even though she’s given birth to three kids, she works out a lot and has kept herself in great shape. She’s tall and blonde, with long legs, nice tits, and a trim waist. The night I’m describing now was eight years ago, when she was only 30 years old, but still today she looks amazing. She is the sexiest woman I have ever seen.

Instead of walking straight up to Karen, she went behind the couch. She bent over and lifted the girl’s mouth to hers and they kissed for a long time. Then my mom unhooked her bra and fed her tits to Karen, one at a time. As the teenage lesbian eagerly sucked on her nipples, my mother looked up to see me watching. She smiled broadly and licked her lips as she saw what I was doing.

I had opened my blouse so my chest was bare. At age 10, I had almost nothing there, I was still practically flat, but it gave me a thrill anyway. This was the first time I had displayed myself to my mom like that. I was also rubbing my crotch, of course, and I was standing in what I thought was the best place for her to see me.

She smiled up at me and nodded, and then, without taking her eyes off me, put a hand under her breast, the one Karen was not sucking, and lifted it up toward her mouth, extending her tongue to lick her erect brown nipple. This was very exciting to me and I responded involuntarily by licking my own lips and raising one hand to my chest. I caressed my little nipples and it felt so nice.

My mother moved around the sofa and knelt between Karen’s legs. She licked the girl’s shaved pussy and fucked her with her fingers and made her come twice. I had been masturbating every night for two weeks now and I was getting pretty good at it, so I knew that I was close to an orgasm myself. But I wanted to see my mother come. I wanted to watch her being eaten by Karen and have her look up at me as I fingered myself to a climax.

However, after Karen’s second orgasm, right after the girl sat up and pulled her dress off over head, leaving her naked, she happened to glance up — and she saw me. Her eyes went wide and she just stared for a moment. Then she blushed and grabbed her clothes and ran toward the bathroom.

I went quickly back into my room and closed the door, afraid that this time I was in serious trouble, that I had done something terribly wrong. I was crying and trembling as I got into bed and pulled the covers over my head.

About five minutes later, my mother came into my room. She sat down on my bed and gently patted my shoulder. “There, there, it’s okay, baby, you don’t have to cry. Come on, sit up now and talk to Mommy.”

I pulled down the covers just slightly so I could look at her. I was still sobbing and trembling. “Aren’t you mad at me?”

“No, of course not, baby. You didn’t do anything wrong. Everything is just fine. Now I’m going to take Karen home and then I’ll come back and talk to you some more. But I don’t want you to cry or be upset. Everything is fine, really. I’m not mad at you at all. I love you, sweetie.”

She leaned over and kissed me several times on the cheeks and on the lips. She used the sheets to gently dry my tears. “That’s my pretty girl. That’s my darling girl. You’re Mommy’s wonderful, beautiful, sexy little girl and she loves you very much. Okay?”

“…okay…”

“Now I’ll be right back and then I’ll cuddle with you until you go to sleep. But you don’t need to cry any more because everything is just fine.” She kissed me once more on the mouth, patted my thigh, and then left the room.

I heard the car drive away and about twenty minutes later I heard it come back. When my mother came up to my room I wasn’t crying any more. I’d put on some regular pajamas and I was in my bed but not asleep.

Before she came to my room, my mom had changed from her dress into a pretty nightgown. It was lacy, white, and sheer.

“Scoot over,” she said as she lifted the sheet and slid into my bed next to me. “Now, are you okay? No more tears?”

“Yeah.”

My mother put her arms around me and pulled me close. We cuddled as she comforted me. “I talked to Karen and explained everything. I told her that what you were doing was natural. You were curious, sexually, and you got aroused by what you saw, and you started touching yourself. That’s perfectly normal, right?”

“I guess so.”

“I got her to admit that she started masturbating when she was about your age and she agreed that there’s nothing wrong with it at all. So I’m not mad at you, and she’s not mad at you. But — I’m not sure Karen will be coming back to babysit for us again. Which is probably for the best.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I liked her.”

“I know, honey. I liked her too, obviously.” She smiled at me and kissed my forehead. “But you have nothing to be sorry for. It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong. You and I were playing that little game we talked about before, and it just caught Karen by surprise, that’s all. The next time, if there is a next time, we’ll try to make sure that there aren’t any sudden surprises.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, what I mean is, if there is another time when I have someone I’m getting intimate with and you come out to watch us — and I hope you will, because I really love that part of the game,” she gave me a wet kiss on the cheek as she said that, “then I will make sure, in advance, that the person won’t be surprised. That she’ll know what to expect.”

“You mean with the next babysitter?”

“No,” she chuckled, “it’s probably not such a good idea for Mommy to be boinking the teenage babysitters, even though I love it. It could cause a big mess if anyone found out. No, I’ll try to pick someone a little older, maybe more experienced, someone who will be okay playing our game along with us. Because I do want to play it again. That is, if you do. Do you, honey?”

“Yeah, I think.”

“You think?”

“Well, I like it, I mean, I really like it. I hope we can do it some more but I don’t want to get you into any trouble.” I started to sob again.

My mother hugged me close. “Oh, honey, don’t you worry, nothing bad is going to happen. You and I will play our little game, and I’ll make sure it’s perfectly safe for both of us. Okay?”

She held my face and looked into my eyes. I nodded. “Okay.”

“And any time you want to talk with me about anything — whether it’s about sex, or masturbation, or anything else, no matter what — you just come to me and we’ll talk, all right?”

I smiled at her and nodded again.

“Okay, good girl. Now, you know what I’m going to do?”

I shook my head.

“Well, as you know, Karen got scared and went home before she had a chance to get me off. So, right now I’m going to go get in bed and play with myself and make sure I have at least three or four orgasms before I go to sleep.”

I’m sure my eyes were very wide as my mother told me this.

“I’ll be thinking about our game while I touch myself,” she continued, in a whisper. “I’ll remember what it was like to make love with Karen while you were watching us and while you were rubbing your little pussy. That’s what I’m going to do.”

She got up out of my bed, then leaned down and kissed me on the mouth. “Good night, my darling little girl.”

I had a lot to think about that night after my mother went to bed.

I imagined her in her room, touching herself, making herself come, over and over again. I thought about what might happen the next time, if there was a next time, that we played our little game. I wondered who she might bring home for me to watch while they made love. She had specifically said she when she was talking about the next person, so I was sure it would be a woman and not a man, and I was glad for that.

I found myself thinking that it would be totally creepy to watch my mom with some guy, but that it would be really exciting to see her again with a woman or a girl. I knew for sure that I was a lesbian, and I figured that my mom must be one too. I wondered how she could have been married for so long and had three kids if she was a lesbian, but I couldn’t figure that out. I thought about all these things and I didn’t masturbate that night, but I did the following night and almost every night after, until the next time.

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