Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

When morning arrived, Mom was all business. We had to be up and dressed and ready to start helping out by 9:00 AM. I was assigned some outside yard work, with Molly as my assistant, while Kate and my mother tackled the inside cleaning.

Later that morning, some men came in a truck delivering a new bed for my room.

They took away my small single bed and I became the proud owner of a big double bed. That left slightly less space to walk around in my room, but I didn’t mind. After lunch, Mommy took me to pick out a few new sheet sets for the bigger bed and a duvet cover too. I chose some that I thought were sort of grown up, not little girly ones.

One reason for the new bed was because Grandpa Ray and Grandma June, my mother’s dad and his third wife, were coming the next day to stay with us for three nights, over Christmas. They were going to sleep in my room, since it had its own bathroom, and I would bunk with Kate. But my mom hinted while we were shopping for sheets that another reason for the bigger bed was because it would be nicer for those times when she came in and wanted to play around with me at night. I liked that idea.

I spent most of the afternoon rearranging things in my bedroom and also trying to make it grandparent-proof, taking stuff out that I wouldn’t want them looking at and storing it in Kate’s room for the duration. Mommy made spaghetti for dinner and I fixed a salad for us. We watched a movie (Shrek 2) together, and then it was time for Molly to go to bed.

Kate and I were on the sofa playing a video game when our mother came downstairs, dressed to go out, at around 9:30. She was wearing a denim skirt and a loose silk top along with high heels. She looked great and she smelled great too.

Before leaving, she sat with us for a few minutes, telling us her plans for night.

“My guess is we’ll come back here around 11:30 or 12:00,” she said, “that is, if Rita still wants to.”

“You mean she might not?” Kate asked, looking alarmed.

“Well, you never can tell. She certainly seemed up for it last night, very excited in fact, but you know how sometimes people will change their minds.”

“God, I really hope she doesn’t.”

My mother patted Kate’s hand. “I don’t think she will, honey. We’ll see.”

Kate still looked upset.

Giving her a hug, my mom said, “Katie girl, even if it doesn’t work out this time, there will be plenty of other times and lots of other ladies for us to play with, I promise. And anyway, I’m pretty sure it will happen this time. Rita seemed very interested in this, I assure you. I doubt she’s ever had an experience quite like what we’re offering her.”

“What did you tell her we’d do?” I asked.

“Well, I didn’t say anything very specific. I just told her I really wanted to spend some time with her, and she knew I meant having sex, I guarantee she knew that. Then I said I wanted to bring her home with me because my girls really enjoy watching.” My mother laughed, “You should have seen her face when I told her that!”

Kate and I grinned.

“I thought she might start touching herself right there in the ladies room at the restaurant, she was so excited by the idea. As it was, she grabbed me and kissed me. Another woman saw us too.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yep. It was so hot,” my mom said. “She’s really a good kisser. Do you remember when I came back to the table, how I was smiling?”

We nodded.

“I’d just left her. She and I made out in the ladies room for two or three minutes while this other woman stood there and watched us. I’m pretty sure Rita gets turned on by having an audience, the same way I do. So that’s why I definitely think she’ll want to come home with me tonight.”

Kate seemed reassured.

My mom gave her another kiss, then added, as she tickled her chin, “And even if she doesn’t, if this is not the night for us, little girl, the three of us are going to have many, many more fun times ahead, I promise.”

She might have said the four of us, meaning with Molly too, because that’s the way it turned out. Not on this night, but pretty soon.

Anyway, my mother left after that and Kate and I had a couple of hours to play around with each other. We turned off the video game right away and went up to my room, deciding to break in my new bed.

We had fun that evening, rolling around naked on the new sheets in the big double bed, kissing and touching each other, joking about how naughty it was to be doing all that in the same place our grandparents would be sleeping the very next night.

The highlight for me was when I got on top of my sister at one point and pressed my crotch into hers, and then we each put our hands down between our legs and began to masturbate, and it was almost as though we were masturbating each other. We weren’t really, not quite, but with both our hands down there, reaching and touching and fingering, and with everything so hot and wet and slippery, it was kind of hard to tell exactly who was doing what. We kissed deeply, lips and tongues sliding around, nibbling and sucking, fingers touching and playing… it felt so perfect, so exciting… we both had incredibly strong orgasms that way, and then, as we were slowly recovering, gently kissing and caressing each other, we heard two cars drive up.

I glanced at the clock. It was 11:29.

“Oh my god, they’re here!” Kate seemed startled and worried. “What’ll we do?”

“Nothing,” I chuckled, nuzzling her nose. “We don’t have to do anything. Just wait for them to come in.”

“But — but like I’m all sweaty and stuff.” She sniffed her fingers. “And my hands smell like sex.”

“That’s okay,” I assured her. “Remember, we’re going out there now to masturbate while we watch them, right? So we’re probably gonna get all hot and sweaty and juicy all over again. I hope so, anyway.”

That appeared to settle her down. “I guess you’re right,” she grinned.

Before she’d left, Mommy had told us it might be a good idea when they got started if I came out first and then, after a minute or two, Kate came out. She thought it would seem more dramatic that way.

“Wow,” my sister had commented, “this really is like a game.”

Smiling, my mom had given her a kiss, and then glanced up at the second floor railing. “Since it’s your first time, Kate, I want you two girls to stay up there and watch this time. You can touch yourselves, of course. I know Rita would enjoy that, and I certainly would. And if you want to come out naked, that would be great, but you don’t have to, honey, if you’re not comfortable.”

“I don’t mind,” Kate had responded. “I want to.”

“Good.” Mommy kissed her again. “And maybe the next time, I’ll let you get a little closer.”

Now we heard them coming in the front door.

“Come on,” I told Kate, and we got out of bed. I took her by the hand. We walked naked to my bedroom door. I opened it a crack and we listened.

We could hear them talking softly, and then Rita laughed out loud. She sounded a little nervous to me. I suppose we all were.

Since my mom and I had started out on this adventure more than a year before, this was the first time we’d added another child to the mix, another “underage voyeur” as my mother called us. Rita didn’t know the details, of course, but it wasn’t surprising, if you thought about it, that we would all be a bit tense. Just imagine two grown women having lesbian sex, with a 10-year-old girl and a 12-year-old girl watching them and masturbating — it was a pretty wild idea, and we were actually doing it!

It got quiet. I assumed that meant they were kissing. I decided to go and see.

“Stay here,” I whispered to Kate, “and then you come out in maybe two minutes, okay?”

“Okay,” she nodded, her pretty face glowing with excitement. I smiled at my little sister and gave her a quick kiss before slipping out through the door.

They were sitting on the sofa, kissing and touching. Rita was wearing a short pink dress that clung to her slim figure. I think it was made of cotton jersey or something. Anyway, she looked great in it. She was on top, straddling my mom’s leg and sort of rubbing herself back and forth while they kissed. The dress was hiked up around her hips, revealing long gorgeous legs.

The two women were running their hands all over each other’s bodies, seriously into it, and it was apparent that they’d gotten off to a quick start as soon as they came in. That made me wonder what they might have been doing earlier in the evening. Had they gone out dancing, maybe rubbing up against each other and kissing on the dance floor in front of the other couples? That would have been fun to see!

My mother opened her eyes just then and looked up to see me watching them. She gave me a little wave from behind Rita’s back.

I turned to find Kate, who was peeking through my bedroom door, held open a crack. I motioned for her to wait a bit longer before coming out, because I wanted to have Rita witness her entrance — my little attempt at erotic choreography, ha-ha!

Rita must have noticed my mom looking up at me, because she pulled away from the kiss and turned her head, seeing me.

I was naked, standing at the railing, a 12-year-old girl with small conical breasts set high on her chest and, from that distance, no visible pubic hair. For a second I was concerned that Rita might be distressed by the sight, maybe decide we were all too perverted for her and get up and leave. But that didn’t happen.

She didn’t seem distressed, but she did seem astonished. She slid off my mom’s lap to sit at her side, and just stared up at me, her eyes wide. “My god,” she exclaimed.

That seemed like the perfect time to bring Kate into the picture. I gestured behind my back and my sister joined me at the railing. Now there were two naked young girls gazing down at the scene below.

“This is unbelievable,” Rita murmured.

I just realized, thinking about it years later, who Rita reminded me of. Did you ever watch that TV show, Felicity, with Keri Russell? That’s who Rita looked like. Not exactly, but she had the same kind of fresh face and slender, almost boyish figure. Totally cute and sexy.

My mother put an arm around Rita’s shoulder and kissed her cheek. “You remember my daughters, don’t you?” she chuckled.

“Your daughters…”

“The older one, on the left, is Julie. She’s 12. And on the right, that’s Kate. She’s 10. Girls, say hello to Rita.”

“Hi, Rita,” we chimed in unison.

“Jesus.” She broke into a broad grin, “Um, hi, I guess.”

I’d noticed when Rita turned to look at me before that she had tugged her dress down and closed her legs. I thought it was odd that she was acting modest in that situation, but maybe it had just been habit. Now, though, as she stared at the two of us, she opened her legs, pulled up her dress, and put her hand over her white panties, rubbing herself.

“My girls have been very eager to see you again,” my mother said, kissing Rita’s neck and fondling her breasts through her dress. “They were talking about you after we got home last night.”

“They were?”

“Uh-huh. Kate especially. She came into my bedroom while I was getting undressed. She watched me, and —”

“She watched you getting undressed?” Rita interrupted.

“That’s right, she did. Both of my daughters like to look at me when I’m naked. Does that turn you on?”

“Yeah, it does.”

She turned to gave my mom a kiss, then told her, “When, uh, when I was a little girl, I used to, I always liked looking at my mother when she would take off her clothes. I really loved seeing her naked. It was… exciting.”

“Mmm, that’s hot,” said my mother as she kissed Rita again. “Did it make you want to touch yourself?”

“Yeah, it did.” She was masturbating in earnest now, over the outside of her panties.

“Did you ever get to see your mommy playing with herself?”

“No…”

“My girls do. I let them watch me while I masturbate.”

“God, really?” Rita’s eyes went wide as she thought about that.

“They love to watch me, and they play with themselves too, just like they’re doing now.”

Rita looked up at us. Kate and I were both rubbing our little pussies.

One thing my mother had not talked about earlier was how close my sister and I should stand and whether we should kiss or touch each other while we were watching from above. I hadn’t thought about it at the time, but now that the game was underway, I began getting excited as I considered the possibilities.

I shifted closer to Kate and put a hand on her bare shoulder as I continued masturbating with my other hand.

“Let’s kiss for them,” I whispered to her.

“Okay.” She turned her face to mine and our lips met.

My eyes were closed but I could hear Rita groan as she watched a pair of naked young sisters kissing each other. When we finished the kiss, I looked down and saw that Rita’s hand was inside her panties. Her fingers were moving very fast.

“Kiss me again,” I said to Kate.

This time we wrapped our arms around each other, pressing our bodies together. And that sight evidently was enough to put Rita over the top.

“Oh, fuck!” I heard her crying out.

I didn’t see her, though, because Kate was fully into kissing me, squeezing me tightly, shoving her tongue between my lips, grinding her pussy against me — and I responded, opening my mouth, playing with her tongue, reaching down to grab her bottom and pull her closer.

We heard Rita below us, apparently climaxing as she watched our heated embrace, but we didn’t see anything at all. We kept on kissing and touching and squeezing each other for a long time, so long that I began to wonder if my sister and I were going to have sex ourselves, right then and there.

We didn’t, not quite. We finally ended the long kiss, panting, wiping our mouths, giggling and smiling at each other, and turned to look below.

Rita was on top of our mother on the sofa. They were both still fully clothed, even wearing their high heels, although my mom’s legs were wide apart, with her short denim skirt pulled up, and Rita’s dress was almost at her waist. They were kissing feverishly. Rita was humping herself against our mother.

“God,” breathed Kate. “That’s so awesome.”

“I know, it’s hot, isn’t it?” I started touching myself again.

We stood side by side at the railing and looked at them. Rita was in a frenzy. We could hear her grunting and groaning as she tugged at our mom’s clothing, struggling to undress her. She wasn’t very effective at it, though, because she was also trying to kiss her and hump her all at the same time. Eventually she managed to pull Mommy’s silk top off over her head, and then she was grabbing at her tits through her lacy dark blue bra.

“Man, look at that,” Kate whispered, mostly to herself.

Glancing at my sister, I saw that she was standing in a slight crouch, her knees apart, and she had her middle finger all the way up inside her pussy, wiggling it around a little. That made me want to do the same thing.

I spread my feet apart and found the opening at the center of my vagina, then slid a finger slowly in. God it felt so good. I almost closed my eyes so I could focus on the sensation, but I wanted to keep seeing everything that was happening too. I pushed my finger in as far as it would go and turned to look at Kate again.

She was sliding her finger in and out, rapidly. I could see it shining with her juices. She’s better at this than I am, I thought to myself. I need more practice!

“Are you fucking yourself?” I asked her.

“Uh-huh.”

“Are you gonna come?”

“I don’t know… in a minute, maybe.”

“Tell me when you’re getting close, okay? I want to see if we can do it at the same time.”

“Okay.”

By this time, Rita had our mom’s bra off and she was squeezing her tits, sucking and biting her nipples.

Mommy was getting excited, stroking Rita’s hair. She kept looking down at what the younger woman was doing and then up at me and Kate, her eyes going back and forth. “That’s right, pretty girl, suck on my tits while my daughters are watching,” she said.

Rita lifted her mouth from my mom’s breasts for a moment to look at us. “Goddamn, that’s so hot,” I heard her say.

Suddenly she sat straight up, pulling her stretchy pink dress up and over her head, and flung it away. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I saw that her boobs were almost as small as mine. She pinched her erect nipples as she stared at us. Then she looked down at our mother, who had her hands between her own legs, rubbing her pussy over the top of her dark blue panties.

“Mmm, I want to eat you,” Rita said to our mom, licking her lips. “I want to suck your cunt while your two little girls are watching us.”

That made Mommy smile. “Oh, yes, I’d like that.”

Rita took hold of our mom’s undies and tugged at them until Mommy raised her bottom from the sofa, helping Rita slide the panties under her. They only got them all the way off one leg, though, leaving them dangling around the other ankle. My mom was still wearing her heels, and her denim skirt was bunched at her waist, but she was topless and her pussy was exposed. I thought she looked really sexy that way.

As she pushed Mommy’s legs apart, Rita glanced up at me and Kate, making sure we were watching. Then she licked her lips again and began to lower her mouth to our mother’s cunt.

“Oh my god,” I heard Kate groan. She was breathing hard and her face was turning red.

“Are you close?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m… UNH!!” Obviously she was very close because right then she started coming.

When Rita realized what was happening, she paused just as her tongue met Mommy’s pussy. She looked up and smiled and Mommy smiled too as they saw a 10-year-old girl bringing herself to a climax one floor above them.

I’d sort of hoped that my sister and I could come at the same time, but I also knew how overwhelming and how arousing everything had been for me when I began playing this game, and how unable I had been to control my own responses, so I didn’t blame her at all.

I was also impressed that Kate was able to have an orgasm as soon as she was. She’d seemed really nervous before we began, uneasy and unsure of herself, lacking her usual confidence. But now that she was there, seeing what she was seeing, it was apparent that her girlish libido had taken over.

She was leaning against the railing, her eyes tightly closed, both hands between her legs, panting and licking her lips, trembling as her body was shaken by repeated spasms.

Mommy and Rita continued looking up at her. But when Kate shuddered for the final time, then took a deep breath and slowly opened her eyes, Rita put her mouth back on my mother’s sex, spreading her labia apart with her fingers, eagerly licking her cunt.

For more than an hour, my sister and I watched the show, continually rubbing ourselves and enjoying repeated orgasms. Down below in the family room, the two women cavorted, soon getting completely naked and then twisting themselves into all sorts of creative sexual positions. They were both so beautiful and their bodies blended exquisitely.

Kate and I stood close, arms touching, sometimes kissing, often making eye contact and grinning at each other. We didn’t say very much, and neither did my mom and Rita. We were all content that night to let the hot lesbian sex speak for itself.

Finally, as the clock on the mantel struck 1:00 AM, and as my mother lifted her face from Rita’s cunt, having brought the young woman to a final explosive climax, we understood it was time to finish.

“Okay, girls,” Mommy looked up at us, smiling, “you go on to bed now. I’ll come in and kiss you goodnight in a few minutes.”

We nodded and started toward our respective bedrooms. But Kate took my hand, pulling me from my door toward hers. Inside her room, she grabbed me and kissed me, pressing her hot young body against mine.

“Wait,” I giggled, when I was able to break the kiss. “Mommy said we’re supposed to go to bed.”

“I know, but I can’t help it. Man, I’m just so — that was amazing — I don’t think I can fall asleep ever!”

“You have to try, though.” I petted her cheek and kissed her lips. “Come on, now, get in bed. Mommy’ll come up and see you in a minute and you can talk with her about it.”

“Okay.” Reluctantly she turned away and climbed into bed.

I leaned over, looking into her eyes, giving her another soft kiss. I felt so happy at that moment. What a truly lucky girl I was!

I had an incredibly sexy mom who shared everything with me, a cute hot little sister who loved girls just as much as I did, and even… yes, maybe even my other sister, my still younger baby sister would soon be joining in. Was it possible? At this point, it seemed liked anything could happen.

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