Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

I awoke the next morning in my mother’s bed, for the second day in a row. I stretched dreamily, grinning as I thought to myself, I could get used to this.

My mother wasn’t in bed with me and I couldn’t hear anything in her bathroom, so I didn’t think she was there either.

I looked at the clock. It was 10:45, much later than I usually got up.

I stretched once more, thinking that I needed to put my clothes on and go downstairs. Well, first I needed to find my pajamas and put them on, then walk to my room, and then put on some clothes and go downstairs.

That made me smile again, thinking that I was not in my own room. I was in my mother’s room, in her bed, and I was there because she had wanted to sleep with me. She had wanted me to be close to her and to make love — well, almost to make love with her, anyway — very very nearly, about as close as you could get without actually doing it.

I remembered all the things we had done the night before, how she had asked me to lay on top of her in a ‘69’ position, how we had watched each other masturbate, how she’d held her wet vagina open for me so I could see it and then let me lick her fingers, and then how she had said she wanted to kiss my pussy, and she did it! And she let me kiss hers too!!

By then I was masturbating. I hadn’t planned to. I hadn’t even consciously thought about it, but as I recalled the exciting events of the previous night, my fingers just automatically started moving between my legs, and pretty soon I was climaxing.

I came hard, my hands clutching at my young sex, groaning and sweating and panting. But once wasn’t enough. I made myself come again, and then again after that, not satisfied until I’d had three orgasms that morning in my mother’s bed.

When I finally got up and made my way back to my room, still reeling a bit from the delirium of my climaxes, I thought to myself, my god, Julie, you really are insatiable. Mommy says that’s okay, though. I sure hope she’s right.

* * *

That evening, Kate and Molly were playing in Molly’s room and I was helping my mother clean up the dinner dishes.

“Mommy?” I asked.

“Yes, honey?”

“You won’t forget what I told you about Katie, will you? About playing our game?”

She chuckled. “No, sweetheart, I promise I won’t forget about that. I’ve been thinking about it a lot today. And as soon as I decide what to do, I’ll be sure to let you know.”

“Okay.”

* * *

A few nights later, I was just coming out of my bathroom after brushing my teeth when I heard a knock on my door.

“Julie?”

It was a little after 9:00 on Wednesday. I was almost ready for bed, wearing boxer shorts and a loose tank top. I had socks on too, to keep my feet warm.

“Come in, Mommy.”

She opened the door and stepped inside. Instead of her familiar perfume, I smelled soap and body lotion. Her hair was a bit wet on the ends, too, meaning she probably had just finished taking a bath.

“Can I talk to you for a few minutes?”

“Sure,” I smiled. I sat down on the bed, leaning against the wall, waiting to see what she wanted to talk about. I also hoped, of course, that we might do more than just talk.

My mother paced slowly across the room, a look of concentration on her face. “As you know, I’ve been giving a lot of thought to what you and I discussed the other night. About Kate, and including her in our game.”

“Uh-huh.”

She was wearing a lovely silk robe, dark blue with a paisley pattern, that came to about mid-thigh. She was barefoot. I couldn’t help admiring how beautiful she was, even while I tried to focus on what she was saying.

“You made a good point,” she continued, “about Kate being almost as old as you were when, uh, when we began doing it that first night with Karen. She’s 10 and a half now, and you were almost 11, although she does seem to be growing up in some ways perhaps a little more quickly than you did.”

That was true. I thought about how Kate’s boobs were already as big as mine, even though I was almost two years older. Sometimes that made me envy her, but on the other hand it also made me want to have sex with her!

“She’s mature for her age, emotionally, and more worldly than you are, I think. And you mentioned that she has a strong interest in girls, so that’s a good fit.”

I could see the wheels turning in her head. I could also see her braless breasts swaying under the thin robe.

“I really can’t see any reason why I shouldn’t allow Kate to be included, except for the fact that it might increase the possibility of someone finding out. Because, of course, the more people who know about something, the harder it is to keep it a secret.”

My mom kept pacing the room and deliberating, talking more to herself than to me, it seemed. But if it helped to clarify her thoughts by using me as an audience, I was happy to play that role.

“Certainly I can’t deny that for me, personally, there is a lot of appeal in the idea. It’s intriguing. No, more than that, it’s stimulating.” I saw her beginning to smile for the first time since she’d come in.

She stopped then and turned to face me. “What do you think?”

I shrugged and grinned. “You know what I want. I think it would be great.”

“So do I,” she nodded, looking very pleased. “So do I.”

She came over and sat down beside me. We ended up with our feet dangling off the side of the bed as we leaned against the wall together, shoulder to shoulder. As she settled in, her short robe came partway open, revealing her legs. They glowed, freshly shaved and lotioned.

My mother took my hand and held it. She was smiling brightly, apparently quite satisfied with the conversation we’d had, or that she’d had with herself.

I couldn’t stop looking at her legs. They were so perfect, so long and beautifully shaped. Next to hers, my legs looked skinny and girlish. But she always told me how nice they were, how much she liked them, and other women had said the same thing, so maybe they weren’t that bad.

We sat that way for a few minutes, not saying much, just enjoying each other’s company, until she sighed, “Okay, well, I really should let you get to bed now. But thanks for letting me talk with you about all this.”

“Of course,” I smiled.

She took my chin in her hand, kissed me softly on the lips, and then got up from my bed and went to the door. “Goodnight, baby girl.”

“Goodnight, Mommy.”

* * *

Two minutes later she was back. I had barely had time to get into bed and pick up the mystery novel I was reading when the door opened again.

My mother stepped just inside, shut the door behind her, and looked at me. As I watched, she untied the robe and let it fall away. She was naked.

“How’s your book?” she chuckled.

I smiled at her. Then I quickly pulled my tank top over my head, tossing both it and the paperback novel onto the floor. “What book?”

She rushed to the bed and fell into my arms.

Once again, my mother and I didn’t quite make love, but it sure did seem to me that we were moving closer to it. We kissed a lot and we touched each other almost all over, our hands going everywhere including breasts and nipples, but stopping just short of sliding down between the legs.

We each had powerful orgasms, masturbating face to face, and when we finished, we held each other, pressing our warm naked bodies together… and that led to more kissing, more touching, more hot passion.

After only about 45 minutes, though, my mother somehow found the will to pull herself away. It was almost 10:30 by then, and it was a school night. She knew I needed to get to sleep soon.

“Okay, baby,” she said, sitting up in bed, “that’s enough for tonight. I’m sorry I kept you up so late. I shouldn’t do that. I’m a very bad mommy.”

“That’s not true,” I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around her and squeezing tightly. “You’re the best mother anyone ever had!”

“All right now, come on, darling,” she soothed, as she gently caressed my back, “time for sleep.”

Finally I let her go and laid down in my bed, pulling the sheets up to just above my breasts. I was naked, having lost the boxer shorts and socks some time earlier.

My mom looked at me for a moment, then leaned down and kissed my lips, very softly. As she did, her fingers trailed down beneath the sheets to find my nipples, both of them, and she tickled them, making them instantly erect.

She smiled at me, enjoying the reaction of my body to her touch. Then she dipped her head for a brief kiss on the tip of each nipple, and just when I thought she was done and would leave the room, my mother pushed the sheets all the way down, exposing my vulva, and kissed me there. It was a warm, loving kiss, with her lips closed, but enough to excite me tremendously.

“Oh, Mommy!” I moaned.

She stood up from the bed, breathing hard. “I’m sorry, lover,” she smiled, “it’s just so hard for me to resist you sometimes.”

One hand was at her breast, squeezing her nipple. With the other, she blew me a kiss, and said, “Try to get to sleep, angel. I’m going to my own room now, and, well, I’ll try to go to sleep too, after a while.”

She winked and I knew what she meant, of course. Then she picked up her robe from the floor and was gone.

I did get to sleep eventually, but not right away. My pussy was so hot and wet after my mother left the room, it was almost screaming to be touched.

I masturbated while lying on my back and came very quickly. Then I turned over onto my stomach and masturbated again, this time humping my hands as I imagined being on top of my mom and fucking her cunt with my cunt. I was so full of sexual energy that night that it took numerous climaxes until finally I was worn out enough to fall asleep.

* * *

Something had changed.

The next morning when I went down for breakfast at 7:30, feeling a little groggy from a lack of sleep the night before, I found my mother buzzing around the kitchen, showing even more than her usual high amounts of energy and cheerfulness.

“Julie, darling!” she cried, sweeping me into her arms for a huge hug and a kiss. My sisters were already up, both sitting at the table eating hot oatmeal. Kate gave me a look, rolling her eyes as if to ask, ‘What’s gotten into her today?’

I couldn’t tell Kate, of course, that Mommy’s extra upbeat attitude likely had something to do with the conversation she’d had with me the night before, when she seemed to have convinced herself that she should allow Kate to join our wild lesbian adventures. So I just played along as if I had no idea why our mother was acting more bubbly than ever.

Later that day, it was even more apparent that something had changed with my mom.

When she came home from work, she couldn’t stop hanging all over us, me and Kate and Molly too. She kept hugging us and kissing us, telling us how wonderful we were and how much she loved us.

After dinner, while Kate and I were sitting on the sofa watching TV, and Molly was on the floor building something with Legos, Mommy came into the room behind us. She leaned over the back of the sofa and grabbed Kate, squeezing her, almost falling on top of her.

“Mom,” laughed Kate, “what is with you tonight?”

Our mother kept kissing Kate’s cheeks. “I can’t help it, darling,” she said, “you girls are so scrumptious, I just have to touch you and kiss you!”

“Yeah, but why so much more now than usual?” Kate persisted. “I mean, I don’t mind. I sort of like it, but what the heck is up?”

“Well, if you must know…” She stood up, straightening her clothes and brushing her hair back from her face, smiling broadly. “It looks like all the extra hours I’ve been putting in on this big case are getting ready to pay off. Tomorrow, I’m hoping, we’ll get the final word, and then, well, if it turns out like I expect, let’s just say the settlement could mean very good things for all of us. Not to mention for our client.”

“Mommy, that’s wonderful,” I told her.

At the same time, though, I was thinking to myself it was only part of the explanation. I was still pretty sure that her decision to include Kate in our ‘game’ was an even bigger reason for her super-demonstrative affection.

Two hours later, after Molly had been in bed for a while and Kate had just gone up to her room, my mother sat down next to me on the couch, resting her hand on my thigh. It looked as if she had something she wanted to say, so I put the TV on mute (I wasn’t paying much attention to the show, anyway), and waited for her to begin.

She had continued showing a great deal of excitement that night, constantly coming up to each of her daughters and hugging us and kissing us. Several times as she bent down to grab and tickle Molly, or leaned over on the sofa to squeeze Kate, I got a nice look at her gorgeous legs when her loose knee-length dress rode up. Of course, I had seen my mom completely naked plenty of times by then, but I still got a thrill from seeing her legs — and sometimes her white panties — revealed to me that way.

“Do you want to finish watching your show?” she asked.

“Nope,” I said as I switched the TV all the way off, “I don’t care about it.”

She took my hand in hers, smiling happily. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

She glanced upstairs and seemed to be listening for a moment, perhaps wanting to be certain that Kate was in her room for good and wouldn’t be coming down any more that night.

Then she continued, speaking quietly but urgently, “I wanted to ask you again about your sister, to see if you’re really sure she’s ready, completely ready, to start doing some of the things you’ve been doing with me.”

“You mean playing our game?”

“Yes, that and… you know, like the way I’ll come into your room and get in bed with you sometimes, and what we do then. Do you think she’d be ready for that too?”

I looked into my mother’s eyes. She was totally keyed up, shimmering with anticipation. I decided to play with her a little bit.

“So, have you been thinking about this a lot?” I smiled.

“Mm-hmm,” she nodded.

I put my hand on her arm, gently caressing her. “Tell me what you’ve been thinking about.”

A tremor rippled through her. It was amazing to see this normally collected, self-possessed woman so nearly out-of-control with incestuous lust.

“You want me… to tell you…”

“Yes, I want to know what you’ve been thinking about. Tell me everything you’d like to do with Kate.”

My mom laid her head on the back of the couch, breathing heavily, her full breasts rising and falling.

Licking her lips, she said, “When I think about having not just one, but two of my daughters watching me with other women, watching me touch them and kiss them, and then…” she groaned, totally turned on “…and then when I imagine myself getting in bed with Kate the way I’ve done with you, and, and kissing her, and touching myself while she watches me, and… oh god Julie, it drives me insane to think about it.”

I did something then that I never thought I would do. I let my hand slide away from her arm, onto her warm belly, and begin moving slowly down, down toward her crotch.

“When you think about Kate that way,” I whispered, “does it make you want to come?”

She lifted her head and looked at my hand, which was now almost between her legs. She was breathing very hard. She turned to me and brought her lips to mine, kissing me. Then she whispered, “Let’s go upstairs, to your room. Let’s get in bed.”

I nodded, smiling, and hugged her. We went upstairs.

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