Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

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.

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