Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

The next morning after breakfast, Mommy got busy making arrangements of some kind, spending lots of time on her laptop and on the phone. It was something about a trip, with airline flights and hotels and stuff. After about an hour of this, I overheard a phone call that especially caught my attention.

My mom was speaking to her dad, Grandpa Ray. She told him I was being recruited to attend a highly-rated private prep school in New England, in Vermont, and that the school had offered to fly the two of us there for a weekend so we could see the place. She said they could afford to do it because their tuitions were so high.

It was true, I knew, that I was at least being evaluated by a prep school up there somewhere. My mother and I had already discussed it, however, and I thought we’d agreed that neither of us would be happy if I went so far away to attend school, no matter how fancy a place it might be.

I frowned as I listened to her on the phone, wondering why she was talking as though we were still considering it. I heard her ask her dad if he and Grandma June could come and stay with Molly and Kate for a couple of nights while we were gone, and apparently they said they would.

Mommy was all smiles when she hung up the phone. Heaving a satisfied sigh, she closed her laptop, got up from her seat, and started heading upstairs. I followed her.

In her bedroom, I confronted her. “You don’t really mean you might want me to go away to that school, do you? Did you change your mind or something?”

I was acting bold, but inside I was scared and insecure. If my mother confirmed what I was dreading, I knew I would burst into tears.

But she answered, “Of course not, darling. Is that what you thought?”

My mom must have read the concern on my face. Setting the laptop on a chair, she came to me and hugged me. “Oh, I’m sorry, sweetie, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I don’t ever want to go to that school,” I pouted, my voice muffled as she pulled my head into her bosom.

“I know you don’t, precious, and you don’t have to worry about that. Listen, I’ll tell you a secret, okay?” We sat down on the bed together. She brushed some hair from my forehead, smiling at me.

“Mommy just did a bad thing. I told a lie to my own father,” she chuckled. “I can’t imagine what he would think if he knew the truth.”

I looked up at her. “What did you lie about?”

“That we’re going to see the school, because we’re not. That’s just an excuse for you and me to get away together for a special romantic weekend. Just the two of us. You see?”

“Really?” I grinned.

“Yes, really. I’ve found a very nice place for us to stay, I think. It’s in Vermont, a little bed and breakfast inn. I’m pretty sure you’ll like it.”

“Wow, when is it?”

“In two weeks. We leave on the 28th, Friday afternoon. I’ve booked our flights.”

“Oh, Mommy!” I threw my arms around her. “Thank you!”

* * *

Elaine Gallagher called later that day asking me to babysit, so that’s what I did with my Saturday night. Boring. And of course it also meant we couldn’t have a repeat at home of our nipple-sucking fun the night before. That would have to wait for another time.

Our mom had strict rules on school nights of course about no porn and no late nights playing sexy games. That was reserved for the weekends. As the days went by that week, I found myself hoping Elaine would not call and request my services again, because even though I liked making so much money, I was really looking forward to another Friday or Saturday evening when my sisters and I could gather in our mother’s bed and get nasty with her.

I also kept asking my mom for more information about where she and I were going on our romantic weekend and what we would be doing. She wouldn’t tell me much, and she maintained the pretense with Molly and Kate about it being a trip to visit a prep school. I wasn’t sure Kate bought that story. She knew how I felt about going away and leaving the family, but she didn’t pry.

It made me uncomfortable, though, misleading Kate that way, and finally I said something to my mother about it. She understood how I felt but explained that she didn’t want to take any chances on having Grandpa Ray or Grandma June discover her deception. After we got back, she assured me, we would tell Kate the truth about where we’d been. That made me feel better.

Alas, Elaine did call on Wednesday, asking if I was available for Friday night. Reluctantly I told her I was, but I also had the satisfaction of letting her know that the following weekend I could not babysit at all, since I would be out of town. I had a big smile on my face as I told her that.

And then another thing happened.

Thursday evening as we were eating dinner, Molly said, “Mommy, I want to have a sleepover.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh, with Emily and Riley and Lindsey and Ashley and —”

“Whoa, hold on a minute. How many girls do you want to have?”

“Only six. Also Abbie and Alyssa.”

“Only six?” our mother joked. “Why not your whole class?”

“Eww, not the boys,” Molly sneered. “No way.”

Mommy laughed. “I know, I was just kidding. How soon do you want to have this sleepover.”

“Soon. Can I?”

“Well, sure, I don’t see why not. But it can’t be next weekend because that’s when Julie and I have to go out of town. Maybe the weekend after that, okay?”

“Why not this weekend?”

“This weekend?”

“Yeah, Saturday. That’s what I already told ‘em.”

Resting her elbow on the table, my mom put her chin in her hand, giving Molly a mock frown. “You already told your friends you were having a sleepover before you even asked me about it?”

“Uh-huh,” my sister nodded, grinning.

Mommy tweaked her nose. “Well, since you are such a good girl and you never give me any trouble at all, I suppose we can do that.”

“Yay!” Molly clapped.

“But six! Where will we put them all? Your room isn’t big enough. I guess if they bring sleeping bags… or maybe we could just put a bunch of blankets and pillows down on the floor in the family room…”

* * *

So, we started making plans for a slumber party at our house, a whole bunch of third grade girls. This would be Molly’s first big sleepover. She’d been to a few like this at other kids’ houses, but we’d never had one at ours.

They all started showing up at around 5:00 on Saturday, and by 5:30, the place was a madhouse. Seven running, laughing, screaming, giggling little girls. I loved it.

I’d met most of the kids before, when Molly would have them over after school. I always enjoyed playing with them and I have to admit I had a little crush on a couple of them too, especially on Riley and Emily. They were so cute and sexy.

But let me tell you what they all looked like. I made a point that evening to study each of the girls closely so I could include descriptions of them in my sexual diary when I updated it the next day.

The two I hadn’t met previously were Alyssa and Lindsey. Alyssa, who was quiet and shy, was 9 years old, tall for her age, with long slim legs, dark hair and dark eyes, just beginning to get little breast buds. She was incredibly hot. Lindsey, who was 8, was a blonde, like my sister Molly, except her hair was straight, falling over her shoulders with golden highlights. She was a tiny girl, the shortest of the group. Lindsey looked thin and frail, like a waif, with pretty blue eyes and long lashes. I couldn’t stop staring at her little pink lips, wishing I could kiss them.

Abbie, who had just turned 9 a few weeks earlier, had curly red hair, blue eyes, and a pretty face. She had noticeable breast buds and was slightly plump. I expected that as she grew older she might start to have weight problems, like her mom who was fairly heavy. But Abbie laughed a lot and her cheerful smile was irresistible.

Ashley, a brown-eyed brunette, was the oldest of the girls at the sleepover. She would be 10 in July and was physically the most developed, with small but prominent breasts set high on her chest. Ashley was the tallest and most outgoing too. She was smart and funny and I liked her a lot, although she could get kind of bossy at times.

Beautiful Emily, 8 years old, was a brunette with striking green eyes, pale skin, full lips, cute little legs, and a flat chest. She didn’t say much, but she was bright, always looking and observing what went on around her. When Emily’s eyes met mine, I often felt that she knew what I was feeling, that she could tell how much I secretly desired her. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I thought I could detect some interest in her too, a curiosity about what it might be like to kiss an older girl, a girl like me. That’s what I hoped, anyway.

Without a doubt, the hottest of the girls in the group was Riley. She was only 8, yet she already had a magnetic sex appeal. The child was short and slim, with long legs and perfect bronzy skin. She had straight sandy blonde hair, big brown eyes, and the cutest smile you ever saw. On top of everything, she was flirtatious beyond her years, dressing to show off her young body, seeming to take delight in attracting the admiring looks of others.

Molly, of course, you know. My little sister was the youngest one there, having skipped a grade. She was a happy child, bubbly with her friends, laughing constantly. I adored her in every way, that curly blonde hair, those gorgeous blue eyes, her soft white skin. I wanted her, and by this time I was certain that soon I would be doing everything I could possibly think of with her.

As you might guess, my pussy was getting very wet as I completed my careful examination of all these girls. Visions of them naked, cavorting, playing, kissing, touching, with me right in the center, captivated my mind. It was all I could do to keep from pouncing on them as I watched them that night.

Somehow, though, I managed to control my lust.

Mommy ordered several large pizzas and the kids had a fun time eating and giggling and giggling some more. When the pizza was gone, they got to bake a batch of cupcakes and each girl decorated her own. Our kitchen table was soon a mess of frosting and glitter and sprinkles with lots of sticky fingers all around and plenty more giggles.

They all trooped into the bathroom after that to wash their hands and faces while Kate and I cleaned up the kitchen, and then it was time for a dress-up game.

Our mom brought out armfuls of little skirts and tops and scarves and bright-colored socks and silly shoes for the girls to try on (she and I had gone shopping at a discount store that afternoon). Included in the mix were several rather racy items, like flimsy bralettes and thigh-high stockings. She challenged the girls to pick out what they liked and then they would have a fashion show, voting for the cutest, most creative, or sexiest outfits. She made sure to have enough categories and enough small prizes to hand out so that every girl was a winner at least once.

The fashion show was a great idea, not only because the kids loved it so much, but because we — my mom, and Kate, and I — got to sit around and watch them taking off their clothes and putting other things on. Mommy pointedly told them, “We’re all just girls here,” giving them permission to disrobe as much as they wanted. None of the girls took off their panties, but we saw lots of bare legs, underwear, and even some flashes of chests. I was getting wetter and wetter.

Because it was a fashion show, we had to have a photographer, of course, and so Kate used our mom’s digital camera to capture plenty of images that we could enjoy later. A couple of the girls had phones that took pictures too, and that led to even more shrieks of happy laughter.

It was close to 9:00 o’clock by the time all the prizes had been awarded. The kids were still in their little dress-up outfits when our mother announced that next on the menu was a movie. She said they could watch whatever they wanted. They could choose Shrek, or Toy Story, or The Little Mermaid, or Ace Ventura, Pet Detective… but then she had another suggestion.

“I have one more movie I was thinking of. It’s called Lost and Delirious,” she told them, holding up the DVD case. “This is one my girls and I like to watch, but I’m not sure you will want to see it. It’s sort of grownup, a little bit anyway. It’s about some high school girls at a boarding school and their relationships with each other. We like it a lot, but as I said, it’s kind of mature, and if you think your parents might not want you to watch it, then we shouldn’t.”

By saying that, of course, she was almost guaranteeing the girls would clamor to see that one. My mother could be pretty shrewd.

“It’s really good,” Molly nodded to her friends. “We should watch it.”

“Does anyone here think you don’t want to see this? That I shouldn’t put it on?” Mommy asked.

The girls looked around at each other. No one objected. Ashley said, “I want to watch it.”

“Me too,” Abbie agreed, followed by a chorus of affirmations.

“Are you sure?” our mother reiterated. “Because if it’s going to upset your parents, we shouldn’t watch it.”

“It’s okay, we won’t tell,” promised Riley.

“Yeah, we won’t tell,” insisted all the rest of the girls.

So that’s what we showed to the group of little third graders that night, an R-rated movie about lesbian relationships at a private girls school. It was so awesome.

Pushing back the sofa and chairs, we cleared a space in the center of the family room in front of our large-screen TV, laying down a stack of blankets and sheets seven girls wide along with a dozen pillows so they could all get comfy and watch. Mommy suggested that they put on their jammies or whatever they wanted to sleep in before the movie started, and so they did. Most of the girls changed right there, not worrying about modesty, but two of them, Lindsey and Alyssa, took turns using the bathroom to change.

Finally we were ready. Our mother turned the lights down low, she and Kate and I sat on the sofa together behind the girls, and the movie began. There was a lot of giggling at first, nervous laughter, but soon they were getting into the story. When the sex scene came on, with bare breasts and two teenage girls kissing each other, the room was silent except for soft breathing. I don’t think anyone could hear the sound of my fingers rubbing my clit, but I was definitely doing that, and I’m pretty sure my mom and Kate were quietly masturbating too. We didn’t come, of course, but it was super exciting to know that I was playing with myself right there with all those little girls so close to me. I wondered if any of them were old enough to have started masturbating yet, and if they might be doing it even now.

By the time the movie ended, it was almost 11:00. Mommy turned off the TV but kept the lights down low. We said goodnight to the girls, they said goodnight to us, and the three of us went upstairs to our separate rooms.

The very first thing I wanted to do, obviously, was rub my pussy and give myself that long-delayed orgasm I was craving so badly. I started doing that, but then there was something else I wanted to do too, something even more insistent. I wanted to spy on the little girls. I had to.

So, I got up from my bed and crept back out into the hall, wearing only a thin robe. Getting on my hands and knees, I moved up close to the railing so I could peer down into the family room. It was dark upstairs and I was sure they couldn’t see me. As long as I stayed quiet, I could watch them unobserved.

It took a minute until my hearing adjusted so I could start to catch what they were saying. It was mostly whispers, but the more I listened, the better I could hear. And as the girls became more excited about what they were saying, their voices grew louder.

Snatches of words came first:

“…they were kissing… …lesbo… ….what’s that mean… …yeah, it was hot… …like a porno… …parents would freak…”  (lots of crazy giggling here)   “…she’s really pretty… …would you do that?… …boys… …truth or dare…”

My sister Molly was in the middle of the seven girls arrayed on the blankets. She was flanked by Riley on one side and Ashley on the other. Next to Ashley was Abbie, and beyond her came Emily. On the other side of Riley, it was Lindsey first with Alyssa on the outside.

Soon I was able to hear parts of sentences:

“It seems bad, but maybe not…” “My older sister kissed a girl one time…” “Maybe we should practice…” “Who wants to go first…?”

The first pair to ‘practice’ kissing were Ashley and Abbie. There was a lot of giggling from all the girls, and it was only a quick kiss. But after two more short kisses, they tried a longer one, earning oohs and aahs of appreciation from the others.

By then I was touching myself. I was lying on the hall carpet, my face against the railing, looking down into the dimly lit room, watching their little faces, hearing soft laughter, seeing gentle movements beneath the covers, my hand reaching under me to rub my hard clit.

Abbie and Ashley kissed for a while, then decided to switch partners. Abbie turned to Emily, who was on her other side, and they giggled with each other for half a minute but then began kissing. I was envious of Abbie getting to kiss beautiful little Emily. And when Ashley turned to her other side, she was facing Molly. They started kissing with almost no prelude, so eagerly and passionately that I had to wonder if they had done it before. It looked like they must have. I rubbed my clit faster.

Three of the girls hadn’t done any kissing yet. They were just watching the others. But after a few minutes, Riley turned and said something I couldn’t hear to both Alyssa and Lindsey. They smiled at her and then they each gave her a kiss on the lips, just a quick little kiss. They talked a bit more, giggled a lot, and then Lindsey and Alyssa kissed each other as Riley watched.

I was hoping, of course, that the kissing would lead to even more, preferably to some actual hard-core little girl lesbian sex that I could watch and possibly even join. But it didn’t. They played around with kissing, trading partners a few more times, with nearly all the kissing being just lips on lips, no tongues. The only ones who kissed more wetly were Ashley and my sister, and also Ashley and Jordan. That made me envious too, seeing Ashley kiss Riley, but it also made me hot. I was getting close to an orgasm as I watched them and masturbated, and I had to remind myself to be very quiet if and when I climaxed.

The kissing, however, soon dissolved into mostly just talking. All except for Riley and Molly, that is, who were really going at it now, with Riley on top of my sister and their arms around each other. They were kissing and moaning loud enough that I could hear them plainly. I was almost ready to come, and then for some reason I decided that Kate should see this too. I wanted her to see our baby sister kissing sexy little Riley that way. I wanted to share it with her.

I slid back quietly, deeper into the shadows, and then got to my feet, moving down the hall to Kate’s room.

But she wasn’t there. Her bed was empty.

Stepping back into the hall, I checked the bathroom. The door was open and it was dark inside, so she wasn’t there either. Where else could she be? There was only one answer. She had to be in our mother’s room.

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