Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

Sunday, December 20. I woke up in my big new bed. It was late, late for me anyway, almost 9:45.

I stretched happily, thinking about the night before. It was just the way I’d imagined it would be, with Kate joining me at the second floor railing, the two of us together watching our mom have sex. So hot and so exciting.

I was going to masturbate, as I often would do in the morning, but then I remembered that Grandpa Ray and Grandma June were on their way. They would be here soon, and they were supposed to stay in my room. I’d mostly prepared it the day before, but I needed to double-check everything before they arrived.

So, I got up and took a quick shower, then got dressed, putting on a pair of loose jeans and a clean white blouse over a modest bra. I wanted to look nice for my grandparents but definitely not sexy. After going through the room once more, making sure it was ready for their invasion, I went downstairs for breakfast.

Kate was still in bed, which was not unusual for her. I smiled, remembering how wired she had been at the conclusion of the evening’s excitement. I wondered how long it had taken her to finally fall asleep.

As it turned out, she got up at about 11:00, and just as she was finishing her second bowl of cereal, the grandparents pulled into the driveway in their big car.

Molly and Mommy went out to greet them. Kate and I stayed inside. When they came in the front door, we were waiting for them, receiving all the standard hugs and compliments and teases about how big we were getting.

To be honest, I really didn’t like Grandpa Ray and Grandma June very much, and I knew Kate didn’t either. It wasn’t that they were mean to us or anything, and they always brought us nice gifts and stuff when they came for a visit. It just seemed to me that for them it was all an act or something. Not sincere. I don’t really know how to explain it, but I was always relieved when they left. And I was glad they chose to stay with us only once a year or so.

My mother’s mom — her name was Lana — had died of cancer when my mom was still a teenager. Her parents had already been divorced for a while by that time, and her dad was married to his second wife. I don’t know for sure how long that one lasted, but I think they got divorced after just a few years. Around the time I was born, my grandfather got married to Grandma June. So, she was the only grandmother I knew. I don’t think I ever met any relatives on my father’s side. Or if I did, I was too young to remember it.

Anyway, they were there, and we had to make the best of it. They sat down and Grandpa Ray began with his usual bragging about all the cool places they’d visited recently. He was retired, they both were, and they loved to travel.

Molly and Kate were smart — they made a quick getaway and went upstairs to play — but I stayed on and smiled, pretending to listen and take part in the boring adult conversation. Come to think of it, I was putting on an act too.

The main thing I had to look forward to was the nighttime.

After a long afternoon of portraying the devoted grandchild, and after Grandpa Ray took us out to dinner (to one of those lousy buffet places I hate, where all the food tastes terrible and you can eat as much of it as you want) and then after they insisted on playing an endless game of Monopoly with us, it was finally time for bed. Because they were staying in my room, I would be spending the next several nights squeezing into Kate’s little bed with her. But we didn’t mind that at all!

The first few nights we did an insane amount of giggling as we cuddled together naked under the covers, thinking how bad it was for two little girls to be talking all about lesbian sex and masturbating while their grandparents were sleeping in the room right across the hall. For all I know, of course, maybe they weren’t sleeping either, maybe they were having sex too, but Kate and I didn’t want to think about that.

After a couple of days we settled down a bit, but still enjoyed kissing and cuddling and watching each other masturbate and climax every evening before we fell asleep.

The fifth night of their visit is when things really got interesting. That was Christmas Eve.

Actually, it was pretty exciting during the day too — because late that afternoon Mommy gathered everyone together to tell us the big news: she’d been made a partner at her law firm! That was awesome. It was a major achievement, apparently, for someone as young as she still was, and especially for a woman. The title would mean more responsibility for her, of course, and a lot of hours at work, but it also meant a lot more money and that would be nice.

Grandpa Ray wanted to take us all to dinner again to celebrate, but luckily Mommy convinced him that it should be her treat this time, and so we went to a nice restaurant, one that I liked, as opposed of his standard choice of the all-you-can-eat barfy buffet.

Anyway, Kate and I went up to her room about 10:30 that night to go to sleep (ha-ha) after our grandparents forced all three of us girls to hang stockings. Privately, we thought that was stupid, and on the years when it was just us and our mom, we didn’t bother with Christmas stockings. She’d never tried to make us believe in Santa Claus. But we did it for them, just to get along.

Once we were in Kate’s bed, we spent several minutes commiserating with each other about how annoying our grandparents could be. When that topic ran out, we talked some more about how cool it had been to watch Mommy making love with Rita a few nights earlier, and we debated what kind of woman we’d like to see her with next and what we would want them to do. Then we talked about the girls we each liked, about Monica and Madison, and then we started kissing, and pretty soon we were masturbating as we kissed. After we both came, we shared our pussy juice with each other.

We talked and touched and kissed and masturbated together for another half hour or so, until we both began getting sleepy. Soon we drifted off, two naked girls lying close, holding hands.

 

A soft caress on my cheek… feminine lips touching mine, tenderly kissing me…

I come awake. It’s not a dream, and it’s not Kate. It’s my mom.

The room is very dark, but I know it’s her. She is here with us in Kate’s bedroom. I know my mother’s scent, and the touch of her lips is familiar.

I hear an almost silent whisper, “Be very quiet, darling. We can’t wake anyone.”

She kisses me again. I feel her warm hands on my cheeks, petting me, then sliding slowly down the sides of my neck to my shoulders, to my chest. Gently pulling the covers down to my waist, she massages my chest, bringing my nipples fully erect. After a few moments, her hands leave me.

I hear a slight rustle and then the small lamp by Kate’s bed is switched on. My mom has draped a red scarf over the lamp, dimming the light.

I glance over at Kate. She is still asleep, her back to us, facing the wall.

Mommy looks at her too, at her long, smooth, narrow form, at her nakedness. I can sense the deep love my mother feels for Kate and for me, for her children. She loves us very much, and she also wants us very much.

When I look back at my mom, I realize that she is wearing a new nightgown, one I haven’t seen before. This one is bright red and trimmed with fake white fur. It’s one of those sexy Christmas nighties you see sometimes in catalogs. I smile as I think of her picking it out just for us, for this occasion.

Mommy sees me admiring her outfit. She stands up straight, posing for me, displaying herself. I look down at her feet and see that she is even wearing little red mules with white fur on them. I start to giggle and she puts a finger to her lips, reminding me to be very quiet.

Sitting on the bed, she leans down to kiss me, and this kiss is less restrained than the ones before. It is more insistent, more passionate. Her tongue seeks mine and I hear her softly moan. We kiss for a minute or two, her hands again going to my nipples, teasing them, stroking them, making me ache with desire for her.

Kate stirs beside us.

My mother smiles and reaches over to touch her arm. “Katie? Katie-love…” she whispers.

My sister slowly comes awake. She turns to face us, blinking her eyes. “Mommy?”

Again the finger to her lips. “We mustn’t wake anyone.”

“Okay,” whispers Kate, with a smile.

Leaving her mules behind on the floor, Mommy climbs over me and then she is between us. We are all three in the small single bed. She sits on her knees, her legs touching ours, and holds up the sides of her Sapphic Santa nightie for my sister to see.

“Do you like it?” she mouths.

Kate grins, nodding, and my mother gives her a soft kiss. “Merry Christmas,” she whispers. And then, as we watch, she begins to untie the red satin bows that hold the front of the gown together……

 

The next hour, or two hours, or twenty hours — I really have no idea how long it lasted — was like a beautiful fantasy.

But it wasn’t a fantasy, of course, or a dream. It was real. My sister and I were wide awake. It was very late, the middle of the night, and our hot sexy mother was with us, naked, in Kate’s little bed.

This was yet again something new and unexpected. She had been in bed with me before, and with Kate too, but never with both of us at the same time. It seemed that she would never stop coming up with new ways to thrill me, presenting me with so many exciting variations on the possibilities of lesbian incest and love.

I can’t really remember all of the wonderful things that happened that night or the order in which they took place. In my mind they seem to flow together, like a sauce, a savory sauce made of feminine kisses and caresses and wet tongues and slippery pussies.

I do remember that she began by asking me and my sister to kiss for her. She had watched us kissing from below, from down in the family room when she was with Rita, but now she wanted to see it up close.

I remember her leaning over next to us, her breath warm on our faces as Kate and I lay in bed, pressing our lips together and playing with each other’s tongues. I’m sure it became a three-way kiss, although it seems like that was something that was repeated many times that night.

I remember her taking our hands in hers and placing them over her breasts, rubbing our palms against her stiff nipples, holding our hands in hers and squeezing her tits… and my mother on top of us, Kate and I lying close, side by side, with Mommy on top, kissing our little breasts and licking our nipples as we stroke her hair… and then my mom holding her tit in her hand, squeezing it and rubbing the tip of it, the hard nipple, over my nipples and over Kate’s nipples, again and again… I can remember the way she looked as she did that, Mommy’s eyes glowing with hot desire, beads of sweat on her forehead, strands of blonde hair clinging to her face…

Then, maybe later, she is crouching between us, and she has her hands over our hands as my sister and I masturbate… Mommy is feeling our fingers as we play with ourselves, kissing us and whispering to us that she wants us to come for her, and we do… she brings our wet fingers to her mouth to taste us, to taste our pussies, sucking on our fingers and then kissing us, her tongue so hot and urgent in our mouths…

Our mother sliding her wet pussy up and down our thighs… we can feel the heat from her center… she hasn’t come yet, but we have, and she needs it, she needs us… and she is rubbing her nipples on our lips, letting us lick them and kiss them, her nipples so long and hard, teasing just inside our mouths…

And we are kissing again, my sister and I, holding each other close, pressing our naked bodies together… while our mother crouches just above us, right over our faces, holding her pussy lips apart, fucking herself… in a fierce whisper, she says, ‘Tell me you want me to come! Tell me you want me to come in your face!’ and she does…

We taste her juices as they drip on us, Mommy’s pussy juice on Kate’s lips and on mine, mixing with our saliva and our sweat… Mommy slides her fingers from her cunt, moisture oozing out, and she rubs her wet fingers on our faces, letting us taste her after she comes…

Then it all begins again, or so it seems. That was a Christmas Eve I will never forget, even if I can’t remember all the details. The impressions are so strong, so potent, so lasting, so delicious.

I do remember how it ended, when our mother decided it was finally enough. She held us both tightly, hugging us to her, squeezing us, telling me and my sister how much she loved us, and then beginning to leave the bed. But before she left, she took us, one by one, took our heads in her hands, and pressed our faces up against her crotch, letting us give her hot wet pussy a goodnight kiss.

And then she was gone. The room was empty again, except for the two of us.

The light was out and it was dark. I looked at the clock for the first time since my mom had awakened me. It said 3:23 AM. I don’t know how long she had been in bed with us, and I know we all felt very sleepy the next day, but I wouldn’t trade that night for anything.

* * *

When I awoke the next morning, Kate was on top of me. Not all the way on top of me, but her thigh was over mine and her arm was across my chest. She was still asleep. One of my hands was resting on her warm back beneath the covers. I put my other arm around her, hugging her tenderly and kissing the top of her head. She snoozed on.

I could hear voices and loud laughter downstairs. Molly and Mommy and the grandparents. That was what had awakened me. There was music playing too, Christmas carols.

Looking at the clock, I saw that it was only a few minutes after 7:00. I wasn’t sure how many hours I had slept, but it sure didn’t feel like enough. Still, it was Christmas, and despite my lack of belief in any jolly old elf, the little kid part of me was excited about running down to join the fun.

“Kate?” I gently shook her. “Wake up. It’s Christmas!”

“…hmmh…” she sighed. Still asleep.

I shook her a little harder. “Katie, wake up.”

She stirred, but only to snuggle in closer to me. I loved the feel of her soft young body next to mine. I was tempted to let her rest and maybe try to get a little more sleep myself. I was also tempted to grab her and kiss her and put my hand between her legs and rub her and make her come. Both of those seemed like really good ideas.

But it was Christmas! All those lovely presents just waiting to be ripped open! It wasn’t a hard decision to make.

“Kate! Wake up! It’s Christmas!!”

This time my shaking was firm enough to get results. My sister groaned and yawned and stretched and finally opened her eyes.

“…good morning…” she grinned sleepily.

“It’s Christmas!” I reminded her. “Come on, let’s go downstairs and see what we got!”

Irritatingly unimpressed, Kate closed her eyes and stretched again, muttering, “Okay…” before settling next to me once more with a deep sigh. She showed no signs of wanting to get up.

“Well, I’m going down even if you’re not.” I started to get out of bed.

“Wait,” she said. “I’m coming.”

“Good.”

“But… Julie?”

“What?”

“Did, um, did Mommy come in here last night?” Kate asked. “And get in bed with us, and, and do stuff? Or did I only dream it?”

I looked down at the floor. The racy red nightie with white fur trim was lying there. I chuckled, “No, she was really here. That was just incredible, wasn’t it?”

“Oh man, yeah, it was awesome.”

The mules were not there. I got a picture of our mother walking down the hall wearing those and nothing else. That made me smile. What a sexy woman!

“Come on,” I urged.

“Okay.”

We quickly got dressed and ran downstairs to shouts and greetings and hugs. It was a fun Christmas. I got all kinds of great stuff, mostly clothes and some books — and best of all, an iPod! So sweet!

After everyone was done opening presents, my mom and I headed for the kitchen to start fixing breakfast. Grandma June offered to help, but Mommy suggested instead that she play with Molly, with the huge new dollhouse they had given her.

I was glad, because I wanted a chance to thank my mother for what was truly the best gift of all, her late-night visit to me and Kate.

As soon as we were alone in the kitchen, I gave her a big hug. She hugged me too, kissing the top of my head. We stood that way for a minute, not speaking, just warmly sharing our love. As it turned out, I didn’t say anything about our Christmas Eve fun with ‘Sapphic Santa’ (ha-ha). We left it unspoken, a special secret memory for the three of us to cherish.

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