Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

What a dream it was. No, I don’t mean the dream I had that night of making love with women who looked like my mother. I mean living this dream life, of learning all about sex and being allowed to watch my mom with these girls and women that she would bring home. It was unbelievably great.

And it was kind of weird how, as all of this was taking place, we were also still pretty much like a normal family. I mean, we were a normal family, with school and housework and everything, and we were all really happy — but I don’t think very many moms have lesbian sex in front of their 12-year-old daughters. Yes, I turned 12!!

And for my birthday, my mother had all these amazing surprises for me.

First, she got a sitter to stay with Molly and Kate, saying that since it was my 12th birthday, I should get to have a very special private time with her. Then, she told me I should wear the white dress, black sweater, and stiletto heels when we went out for our celebration. I was stunned, because I never thought she would let people see me dressed all sexy in public like that, but I was also really happy. It would be like I was a grownup lady!

My mom said she’d made a reservation for the two of us at a high-class restaurant in a town about 40 minutes from ours. And she hired a Rolls Royce limousine to drive us there! The limo driver was a lady about my mom’s age or maybe a little older with straight blonde hair and a really cool English accent. She was pretty and she seemed nice.

As we started toward the restaurant, my mom used a switch to lower the window between the back of the limo and where the driver was. She said something to the English lady about the directions to get there, and then she turned to me and said — loud enough for the driver to hear — “You’re not wearing any panties, are you?”

I saw the driver immediately look up into the rear view mirror, watching me. I couldn’t believe my mother had asked me that, but I didn’t know what else to do, so I just answered honestly, “No.”

“Good,” said my mom. “Neither am I.” The driver smiled, then returned her attention to the road.

When we pulled up in front of the restaurant, a man in a tuxedo came toward the car and opened the door for us to get out. I suddenly realized I would have to be careful not to flash the guy since I didn’t have my panties on! But I managed to get out of the car okay and not stumble too clumsily in my high heels. My mom got out after me and took my hand, putting it under her arm like we were a couple. She gave the tuxedo guy — the doorman? — a tip, and then we went inside.

It was definitely the fanciest restaurant I had ever been to, with all the waiters wearing tuxedos and stuff. There was live classical music, a string quartet I think, and it was all dark inside. We got this big special table that my mother said was called a banquette, where we were sitting next to each other and kind of looking down on some of the other diners.

Again, I had never experienced any kind of a meal like this. I lost track of how many courses there were, and it was all really good, even if sometimes I wasn’t really sure what I was eating. Before dessert ever came, I was stuffed, and my mom had been drinking different kinds of wines with each course, so she was a little tipsy. But we had such a good time!

We were in the restaurant for I think about two and a half hours, and when we came out somehow the car was right there waiting for us. We got in and I felt so special, like we were really rich people or the royal family or something.

And as we settled into the comfy leather seat in the back of the Rolls Royce and started our long drive home in the dark, my mom put her arm around me and I snuggled up next to her, all warm and happy. After a few minutes of sitting that way, she said quietly, “Did you have a good time?”

“Yeah, for sure, that was the best!”

My mother put a finger under my chin and turned my face to look up at hers. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.” Then she kissed me on the mouth, wetly with a lot of tongue.

I could taste the wine that she’d been drinking, and I loved the smell of her special perfume, and it always made me super excited when she would do that, and so I let her kiss me that way for a long time… yet at the same time I started thinking that it was kind of weird for a mom to be kissing her daughter like that, especially when somebody else might be watching!

And sure enough, when we finally ended the kiss, I looked at the rear view mirror, and the lady driver was watching us. She was still driving carefully, of course, but she had her mirror set so she could see everything we were doing.

“Mom,” I whispered urgently, “she can see us!”

“I know, baby,” my mother reassured me, “and it’s okay. I talked to her about this before. In fact, she’s going to play something like our game with us in a few minutes.”

“Really??”

“Uh-huh.”

So that was another one of the big surprises my mom had planned for me. What a night it was!

We drove along for several minutes more while my mother kept kissing me with her tongue. I was getting so excited — I could feel that my pussy was super wet — and I really wanted to touch myself between my legs, but then I felt the car kind of bump and slow down, like we were turning off the main road.

It was dark outside, and I had no idea where we were, but I could see a big metal gate open up in front of the car. It was electric, I guess. We drove through the gate and we were on a small road with lots of big trees, and pretty soon the driver pulled the car over to the side and stopped.

My mom lowered the window again between the back and front seats. “Thank you, Linda.” (I discovered that was the driver’s name.) “You’re sure no one will find us here?”

“Yes, ma’am, I’m quite certain,” she said in her cultured accent while looking at us in the rear view mirror. “As I told you, our company uses this location exclusively, and tonight I’m the only one with the code for that gate.”

“Excellent,” said my mother. “Then would you like to come back here and join us?”

“Indeed I would.”

I could see the smile on Linda’s face. She opened the driver’s door, got out, came to the rear door, opened it, and climbed in with us. She sat on sort of a mini-seat that folded down and faced toward the back.

“Linda, this is my daughter, Julie.”

“Hello, Julie, I’m so glad to know you. Happy birthday!” She held out her hand and I took it. Then she put her other hand over mine. Her grip was warm and strong.

“Doesn’t she look pretty for her 12th birthday?” asked my mom.

“Yes, she does, she is a very beautiful girl.”

I blushed and tried to say, “Thank you,” but I only stammered awkwardly because I was nervous and I wasn’t sure what would happen next.

My mom reached down and put her hand under my ankle, lifting my leg up. With her other hand, she slid the white dress up over my thigh, about halfway to my crotch. She caressed the inside of my leg, which tickled and also made my nipples get hard.

“Don’t you just love her little legs? So soft and smooth and young?”

“Oh, yes, ma’am, I love little girls like that.” Linda spread her own legs apart and drew her pleated skirt up between them, exposing her thighs. Her legs were bare and her skin was very white.

Putting her hand behind my head and gently stroking my hair, my mother looked into my eyes. “Now, Julie, Linda and I are going to play around a little bit and you can watch us, okay?”

“Um, okay…”

My mom took off the suit jacket she had on, and then slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

Linda did the same, taking off her jacket and tossing it over the front seat, then slowly opening her white shirt. The bra she was wearing was white and lacy and low cut, showing off her cleavage. Her breasts were full and lightly freckled.

My mother finished removing her blouse and hung it on a hook by the door, then turned to me and said, “Honey, would you take off your sweater and your dress, so we can see you naked?”

“Uh, okay, I guess.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I would love to be able to look at you, and I’m sure Linda would too.” My mom patted my knee.

“Yes, I would, very much” nodded the driver, “but only if you’re comfortable with that, my dear.”

“Well, all right,” I answered nervously as I started to shrug out of my cashmere sweater.

I was feeling warm and starting to sweat a little bit. It wasn’t hot at all in the car, but this kind of close-up situation was different than anything we had done before. I mean, I had been naked in bed with my mom while we were both masturbating and even kissing, but somehow this felt way more intense than that.

I hung up my sweater on the hook above the door and then reached under my arm to pull down the zipper on the dress. Linda and my mom had stopped undressing and were staring at me.

They were both topless now. My mom’s tits were gorgeous, a little smaller than Linda’s but round and perky with stiff brown nipples. Linda’s breasts were larger and sagged a little, but they were very nice.

When I pulled the zipper down, I paused for a moment, with my arm across my chest, holding the dress there.

“Don’t be shy, honey, let us see you,” encouraged my mom.

I lowered the dress and looked down at my tiny breasts. They seemed like nothing compared to Linda’s and my mom’s.

“Oh, how beautiful!” sighed Linda.

“Yes, isn’t she perfect?” agreed my mother.

“My lord, Julie, you are so very lovely!” Linda couldn’t seem to take her eyes off my breasts.

I began to feel a little prouder of my body. Even if it wasn’t grown up and mature like theirs, if they thought that I was pretty and sexy, that made me happy.

“I could look at you all night…” Linda had a hand under her skirt now, and it was obvious that she was touching herself.

My mom was squeezing her own breasts and pinching her nipples as she looked at me. “Go ahead, now, baby, take it all the way off.”

“Okay. Um, my shoes too?”

“Your shoes too. I think we should all get completely naked.”

“Oh, yes, I like that idea,” Linda chuckled.

So, I leaned over and undid the straps on my high-heeled sandals and put the shoes to the side. Then I lifted my bottom off the seat and pulled the dress under me and down my legs. At the same time, my mom and Linda were taking off their shoes and skirts, and in a minute, we were all three naked.

My mother kept her pussy hair trimmed but not shaved. Linda had hers shaved all the way off. It was the first time I had ever seen a grown lady that way.

But as I was looking at her, Linda was really looking at me. My mom saw it, and put her hand on my bare knee, gently pulling my thighs apart.

“Open up your legs for us, sweetie. Let Linda get a good look at you.”

I took a deep breath and began to spread my legs.

And then for some reason, I don’t know what happened, but it was like a switch was flipped on inside me. Instead of feeling embarrassed and shy that night, I started feeling really good about myself, feeling strong and powerful, because I was someone special. I had something that people really wanted to see.

I leaned back and lifted my knees into the air, then put my hands between my legs and spread my pussy lips apart.

“Oh!!” Linda gasped and put her hand over mouth. Her other hand grabbed her breast and squeezed it. “Oh my god, what a — what a beautiful little girl!”

Her reaction made me smile.

My mother leaned forward, sliding her hand in between Linda’s legs as they both looked down at my open pussy. “Do you like that? Does it make you hot to look at my daughter, spreading her… her little cunt open for you?”

My mom was caressing Linda’s pussy. I could see that it was already very wet. I started rubbing myself too, dipping my fingers between my lips to bring out the slippery moisture. My mom started licking Linda’s breasts, making her nipples hard, and then sucking on them and biting them. I put one hand on my own tits as I watched this, pinching my little nipples.

Linda had a hand behind my mother’s head, holding her face against her breasts. Her other hand was over my mom’s, down between her legs. She licked her lips as she stared at me, watching me play with my tits and rub my pussy.

“Do you… do you enjoy touching yourself, Julie?” asked Linda.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “I do. It feels really good.”

“And, um—” she looked down at my mom and spoke quickly to her “—put your finger in me. Fuck me with your finger.”

My mother complied. I saw her slide first one, then two fingers inside Linda’s wet cunt. I watched her fingers moving in and out, again and again, pressing deeper and harder with each thrust as her thumb caressed the woman’s clit.

Linda groaned with pleasure and closed her eyes for a moment, apparently savoring the sensation. Then she looked up at me again and continued, “And, um, darling, can you, can you make yourself come?”

“Uh-huh. Do you want to watch me?” I was rubbing my clit faster and I knew I was getting close.

“Oh, yes!” She pushed my mom’s head down toward her crotch. “Lick me now, please, while I watch your little girl play with herself.”

As my mother positioned herself between Linda’s thighs, her body shifted around until her own bottom was between my legs. Where I was touching myself was only a few inches from my mom’s pussy.

And then, while I watched, I saw my mom’s hand sliding under her to find her cunt. As she licked Linda’s clit and fucked her with her fingers, my mother slid her own finger into her wet pussy, and she started fucking herself right in front of me.

For a second I had the strongest desire to put my hand down there too, on her pussy, to touch her, and to slide my own finger up inside my mother’s cunt — and when that thought passed through my mind, I suddenly started to climax.

“Unh—I’m gonna come—” I squeaked, wanting Linda to know what was happening.

And then I did come, hard. When my thighs started to clamp together, they closed on my mother’s hips. My eyes were shut tight but I could feel the warmth of her skin against the inside of my knees as I pressed my fingers into my slit and moaned in erotic ecstasy.

“OHH FUCK YES FUCK YES!!” I heard Linda shrieking as she came while I was still in the midst of my own climax. My orgasm lasted a very long time, apparently even longer than hers.

By the time I was able to open my eyes, my mother was sitting up on the seat beside me, looking at me. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her lips still wet from Linda’s pussy juices. Her long legs were spread wide apart and she was fucking herself fast with two fingers.

When I looked at her, she said, “Kiss me, Julie! Kiss me while I come!”

I leaned toward her and put my mouth over hers. Our tongues played together and I tasted an unfamiliar tang that must have been the flavor of Linda’s sex. As I kissed my mom, I caught a glimpse of the other woman watching us and rubbing her own pussy.

“Oh yes yes yes,” she murmured, “kiss your mummy, kiss your little girl, mummy’s little girl, make mummy come, oh FUCK YES—”

My mother and Linda came at the same time. I kissed my mom and put my hand on her breast. It was warm and soft, but her nipple was very hard under my palm. I wanted to squeeze her nipple — I wanted to suck on it! — but I was afraid. I just held her breast in my hand while she climaxed.

As soon as my mother was done, Linda was all over her, kissing her mouth, her face, her neck, her chest, and then sucking on her tits.

I leaned back again, watching them and touching myself. My mom looked at me and licked her lips. “Touch your little pussy, honey. Mommy wants to see you come.”

I spread my long, slender legs as far apart as I could, even lifting one of my feet up to the back of the seat, behind her. I opened my cunt up for my mom, so she could see me as I rubbed my clit and played with the opening to my vagina.

“Uh-huh, that’s right. Mommy likes to watch you. Make yourself come for Mommy.”

Linda had left my mother’s breasts and moved down so her face was between her legs. She was holding my mother’s pussy lips apart with both hands and was licking her cunt.

“Oh goddamn that feels so good!” sighed my mom, as she held the woman’s head in her hands. “Linda, you’re — you’re gonna make me come while my daughter’s watching — watching you eat me — UMMHHH-OOOHHH!!!”

I was close, but I waited. I wanted my mom to see me come, to see the whole thing up close, without the distraction of her own climax. I slid even further down on the seat, with one leg still up high behind my mother’s head, and I laid the other leg across Linda’s back as she licked and sucked on my mom’s clit.

I was very excited. This was definitely something new. It was like I was having sex with them, and not just watching. I had to slow my movements a little so I wouldn’t come too fast.

It was a long orgasm for my mother, and she was very loud. She seemed to keep coming over and over again as Linda pumped her finger in and out of her cunt and sucked on her clit.

But finally she finished. Linda sat back, panting and wiping her mouth. Her big tits were shiny with sweat.

I suddenly had a strong desire to touch Linda’s breasts, to put my face between them, to suck on her nipples. That idea got me even more turned on, and then when I looked back over at my mom and saw her pinching her own long nipples, and then lift one of them up to her mouth so she could extend her tongue and lick it, I couldn’t hold back any more.

“Mommy, watch me!” I cried. “Watch me come!”

My mom put one hand on my thigh as I started to come. I tried to hold my pussy open for her to see as I experienced my orgasm, but then it became impossible for me to control my hands as they clenched at my young sex while I climaxed in front of them.

* * *

That turned out to be the final orgasm of our little lesbian orgy in the backseat of the Rolls Royce limousine.

After I was finished, I stretched my legs wide apart, like I was doing the splits, and I let my mom and Linda watch me dipping my fingers inside my pussy lips and taking the juices and putting them in my mouth and tasting myself.

Linda sat up next to my mother and put her arm around her and they both just stared. They obviously appreciated what I was doing, and I loved being the center of their attention.

My mom and Linda kissed a little bit more, but then both seemed to agree that it was time for us to go home.

As we were getting dressed again, Linda said, “You know, Julie, I… I have a little girl of my own, just about your age. She’s, um, she’s at home now, and I… well, I just can’t thank you enough for, for sharing this with me.”

“What does your little girl look like?” asked my mother.

“Well, she’s slender, like Julie, but her hair is, it’s red and curly and she has a lot of freckles. She’s almost 13, and I, um, you know…” She blushed and looked down at the floor as she finished buttoning her shirt.

“Have you ever talked to her about lesbian sex? Asked her if she might be curious about it?”

“No, it’s, it’s her father — we’re separated, but he doesn’t even know that I like women, and neither does Allie, my daughter. I mean, if they ever knew, there might be trouble. So, for now, it’s just a fantasy…. except for an extraordinary time like this.”

As she picked up her jacket, she leaned toward me, looking into my eyes. “Thank you so much, darling. I will never ever forget this.”

I just smiled, unsure of what to say to her. Then she got out of the car, slipped on her jacket, went up to the driver’s seat, and drove us back to our house.

After taking the babysitter home, my mom came into my room to see me before she went to bed. I was already asleep, completely spent by the incredible events of the evening. I didn’t hear the door open, and it wasn’t until I felt her soft lips on mine that I awoke and realized she was there. I turned my face to hers and she kissed me warmly.

“Happy birthday, my darling girl, and thank you for a wonderful time tonight.”

“Oh, thank you, Mommy!” I wrapped my arms around her and we kissed again. “It was the best birthday ever!!”

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