Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

Opening the door, I discovered my sister lying on her back on our mother’s bed, naked, with her legs spread apart. Her pussy was facing directly toward the doorway where I was standing, and she had a finger inside her. Except it wasn’t her finger — it was Mommy’s!

My mom was fucking my sister with her finger.

As I watched, she pressed the finger, the middle finger of her right hand, deep inside Kate’s vagina, much deeper than you could get a finger inside me, back then anyway. I heard Kate groan with pleasure.

Mommy was on her hands and knees, her breast suspended over Kate’s mouth. My sister was hungrily licking and sucking and biting the erect nipple. As I closed the door behind me, my mom glanced up. “Hi, baby,” she smiled.

“Hi.”

She returned her attention to Kate. “Mmm, that’s right, little girl, suck Mommy’s nipple, suck it hard, Mommy loves it so much!”

I immediately began masturbating as I watched and listened. I walked closer to the bed, getting ready to join them. Slipping my robe off my shoulders, I let it fall to the floor.

My mother looked at me again. “Did you… uh, did you check on the kids downstairs, honey?”

“Yeah, I was, I mean, I was just watching them. From up here. They were kissing.”

“They were?” My mom’s eyes went wide.

“Uh-huh.”

“Wow, I guess that movie must have really turned them on. Just the way I wanted it to,” she chuckled.

“I guess.” I knelt on the bed beside them, rapidly rubbing my clit as I watched Kate suck Mommy’s nipple. I put my other hand on my mom’s bottom. It was soft and smooth and warm. I caressed her, sliding my hand slowly down into the crack.

“Ooh, that’s nice,” she sighed. “But, uh, are you sure the kids won’t, uh… that they won’t come up here and find us?”

“No, I don’t think they will,” I told her. “They seemed really busy with what they were doing.”

“Good. I’d like to see that, but god, it feels so fucking great to have Katie suck my nipples like this.”

My sister switched to the other breast. Mommy started moving her finger slowly in and out of Kate’s pussy. In and out, in and out, a little faster, and a little faster. She took Kate’s hand in hers and placed it between her legs. “Baby girl, fuck Mommy now. Fuck Mommy’s pussy with your finger.”

Kate pushed a finger up inside our mother’s cunt. Then she added a second finger. Quickly she began fucking her hard and fast, making squishy wet sounds. Mommy growled, “God, yes, fuck me hard, baby girl, I need you to make me come.”

I rubbed my clit even more urgently.

“Just one thing, though, sweetie,” my mom whispered to Kate, almost breathlessly, “if you come or if you make me come — oh god! — we have to be quiet. We can’t let the little girls downstairs hear us. Okay?”

Kate nodded without taking her mouth away from the nipple she was sucking. Her face was getting red, her breath coming fast. It looked to me like she was getting close.

“We don’t want those little girls to find out,” our mother continued, “that up here in Mommy’s bedroom, Mommy has her finger inside her daughter’s sweet pussy. She’s fucking her, and her daughter is licking and sucking Mommy’s nipples, and… oh, my fucking god!”

She was getting very close as well. She fucked Kate’s pussy faster.

I wanted to be part of it.

Sliding onto my side next to Kate, I laid my leg over hers and grabbed her tiny tit with my free hand while I continued masturbating with the other. I took her nipple in my mouth and started sucking. I hadn’t sucked Kate’s nipples before, only my mom’s. Her nipple was much smaller, but very firm, like a little button in my mouth. I closed my eyes and sucked it hard.

Kate began to squeal. I looked up at her face. Her eyes were shut tight. She’d released Mommy’s nipple from her mouth and she was grimacing, panting, squealing. She was coming.

My mother leaned down suddenly, covering Kate’s mouth with her own, kissing her and muffling the sounds until she quieted down. Then our mother pulled away. Even while she was climaxing, Kate hadn’t stopped fucking her, and now my mom’s eyes were wide, her breath coming fast. She was almost there.

The moment Kate finished coming, or perhaps while she was still in the middle of her orgasm, she’d opened her eyes and searched for Mommy’s breast, reaching for it, grabbing it, hungrily taking the wet nipple into her mouth again. I looked up and saw Mommy’s other tit hanging just above me. I turned over onto my back, sliding up a little so I could lie beside Kate and we could both suck her nipples.

“Fucking yes, fucking yes, god-fucking-DAMN,” our mother groaned as her daughters sucked her tits. “Kate, fuck me harder, baby, fuck me harder!”

My eyes were closed, but I could hear the sound of Kate’s fingers slapping against Mommy’s vulva as she fucked her, I could smell our mother’s sex, I could feel and taste her nipple in my mouth, and my own fingers were moving fast over my clit.

Mommy started to come, and then I was coming too. I was able to keep it quiet, mostly, just one little squeak and a few heavy gasps. Mommy’s orgasm was almost silent too, only a deep moan accompanied by a whole lot of whispered profanity.

We both climaxed, and Kate might have been coming again too at the same time as us. I’m almost sure my mom hadn’t stopped fucking her pussy with her finger. God, it was so so hot — double hot because of all those little third grade girls just downstairs.

A few minutes later, we were lying side by side on the bed, all three of us on our backs, holding hands, gradually regaining our breath, slowly calming down. Kate was in the middle.

“Mmm, that was so nice,” our mother whispered. She lifted my sister’s hand and kissed it.

Then she asked, “Katie, did you hear Julie say what the little girls were doing downstairs?”

“Uh-uh, I didn’t.”

“They were kissing,” I told her.

“They were?”

“Uh-huh, I was watching them, like, from up here. Spying on them.”

“Wow, and they were kissing?”

“Yeah, except, you know, some of them more than others. It started with, um, Ashley and Abbie. But after a while, everyone did, at least a little bit.”

“Wow,” Kate sighed. The sheet was up around our waists, but I could tell that she had begun masturbating again. I had too, as had our mom. We were all very turned on that night.

“Who was kissing the most?” Mommy asked.

“Um, first it was Ashley and Abbie. They were kissing a lot. But then especially when Ashley started kissing Molly. They were —”

“With Molly?” Kate interrupted. “She was kissing Molly?”

“Uh-huh, a lot, I mean, you know, with tongues and everything.”

“Oh my god.” My sister’s face was turning red. It looked like she might be close to another orgasm already.

“Would you like to watch her doing that, sweetie?” Mommy whispered. “Watch your little sister kissing another girl?”

“Yeah…”

“Maybe we should go down there right now,” I suggested, “and not just watch them, but get under the covers with them and start kissing them ourselves.”

Our mother added, “Yes, and take off their little jammies and get them naked and show them what sex between girls is all about.”

“Really?” Kate looked at her, wide-eyed.

“No, not really,” Mommy chuckled. “I’m just kidding. But it’s fun to fantasize about, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is,” Kate grinned.

“I’d love to see them all naked,” I said, “lined up, in a row, on their backs. So I could look at their little pussies.”

“Mmm, would you just look at them?” my mom asked. “Or do something more?”

“Then I’d kiss their pussies, each one, all seven of ‘em.”

Kate turned to me. “Molly’s too?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “Molly’s too. I want to kiss Molly’s little pussy and lick her and make her come in my mouth.”

“God, Julie…” Kate sighed.

“Yes, yes!” That was our mom. We could hear her fingers fucking her cunt. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be nearing a climax. I was rubbing my clit too, of course.

“After I kiss them,” I continued, “I want to get on top of them, one at a time, going down the whole row, fucking each of them, my pussy on their pussy, and —”

“Molly too?” Kate gasped. Her eyes were squeezed shut. She was grimacing, obviously right on the edge.

“Oh yeah, Molly too, Molly too… I really want to fuck my little sister’s baby pussy with my cunt and make her come!”

“Oh FUCK!” Mommy groaned. She was trying to stay quiet as she climaxed, but it obviously wasn’t easy.

“Ooh, unh!” my sister began to squeal loudly.

While still in the throes of her orgasm, our mother turned and covered Kate’s mouth with her own again, absorbing most of the sound. They kissed and came together.

I closed my eyes and pictured the erotic scene I’d described — seven naked girls, 8 or 9 years old, waiting for me, ready for me, begging me to fuck them, to climb on them and rub my hot wet cunt all over their bodies — and when I finished they would climb on me, touching me, kissing me, pressing their soft warm skin against mine, rubbing me everywhere, fucking me with their fingers, licking me with their tongues, and —

My legs slammed shut over my hands as I came. I felt hot fluids oozing between my fingers. I gasped, managing to remember that I shouldn’t make too much noise. We certainly wouldn’t want to let those little girls know what was happening upstairs, one floor above them.

It was almost 1:00 AM. Mommy told us we should try to get some sleep, each in our own rooms. We stayed in her bed a few minutes longer, tenderly kissing and caressing, saying a gentle goodnight. Then Kate and I got up and left our mother’s room.

Before going to bed, we peeked around the edge of the wall where it looked down into the family room and listened for a moment. It was dark below, and silent. Apparently the girls had all gone to sleep. Kate squeezed my hand, we kissed once more, and went to our rooms.

I got in bed but couldn’t get to sleep. I was too keyed up by the thought of all those cute young girls cuddling together beneath a pile of blankets.

After resisting the urge as long as I could, I finally gave in. Slipping into my thin robe again, I tiptoed silently out the door and down the stairs. I crept close to them, hearing soft steady breathing, smelling the scent of young skin and little girl perfume.

Emily was on the end, nearest me. She was lying on her side, facing away from the others, the blankets pulled tightly around her.

On my hands and knees I moved up to Emily, bending down low, my face only inches from hers. I looked closely at the girl, at those lips I longed to kiss. I brought my mouth to hers — almost right up to hers, stopping barely before I kissed her. I gazed at her perfect little face, rubbing my breasts through the robe, wishing I could have her.

I backed off slightly, trembling with desire. As I started to get to my feet, I heard movement behind me. I turned and discovered my mom, arriving at the bottom of the stairs. She was in a thin robe too, only hers was black and sheer, very short and virtually transparent, hiding nothing.

She smiled and came to me, taking my hand. Apparently she’d been seized by the same impulse I had. She leaned close and whispered in my ear, almost inaudibly, “They’re so beautiful, aren’t they?”

I nodded and squeezed her hand.

We looked at the girls. They were in the same arrangement that I’d seen them in before, in the same order. I noticed, though, that some of them were nestled together as they slept, like puppies in a litter. Abbie was spooning with Ashley, from behind, and Ashley had an arm laying over Molly’s chest. On the other side of Molly, Riley was scrunched up beside her, her hand resting on my sister’s shoulder. Behind Riley was little blonde Lindsey. They were back to back, but quite close. I was sure that under the covers their bottoms had to be touching. That made me smile.

My mother led me slowly around to the other side of the group. Alyssa was at the far end, sleeping on her back. One long slim white leg was on the outside of the blankets, exposed to our view. Together we crouched on the floor, staring at the child, admiring her slender leg. Mommy took a big chance then. Carefully, very carefully, she began to pull the sheet down from where it lay over the girl’s chest. Alyssa was wearing a thin nightie, apparently very short, like a babydoll. It wasn’t sheer, but it was pastel, light-colored, and we were able to just see the outlines and the darker impression of her puffy nipples beneath it.

I was definitely getting wet. I wondered if my mom was too. I watched her lean in close to Alyssa, bringing her mouth to within a fraction of an inch of the girl’s tiny breast. She was obviously becoming very excited, licking her lips and starting to pant. Aroused, I slid a hand under the back of my mother’s negligee, feeling her smooth thigh, moving up, into her crack, touching her sex. I stroked her. She was very wet.

She turned her head and looked at me, smiling. Then she silently stood up, bringing me with her. She led me back to the top of the group, above their heads. Opening her robe, completely exposing herself, she pulled her pussy lips wide apart with the fingers of both hands, thrusting her crotch forward, rotating slightly side to side, as if displaying her womanly cunt to each of the sleeping little girls.

I opened my robe too. But instead of exhibiting my pussy to the kids, I took my mother’s hand in mine and placed it between my legs, rubbing it against me, giving them a display behind their closed eyes of not just nudity, and not only feminine sex, but lesbian incest, a mommy fondling her daughter’s wet pussy.

I felt my mom shudder as her fingers touched my wetness. She sighed and wrapped her arms around me, kissing me, shoving her tongue into my mouth, her hand still between my legs, rubbing up and down through my juicy slit.

We kissed that way for several seconds and then she broke away, breathing heavily. She glanced one more time at the children, at their little faces, and then pulled me behind her toward the stairs.

 

In my room, in my bed, my mother is on top of me, kissing me, holding me, pressing her naked body against mine. That’s where she’d brought me, entering my room, closing the door, stripping off our robes, getting into bed without ever saying a word.

Now we kiss wetly, her hands grabbing at my breasts and mine groping hers. My legs are spread wide, and she thrusts her mound against mine. She is fucking me, pussy on pussy, clit to clit, as she kisses me. She moves harder and harder, faster and faster, grinding her cunt into my slit. I feel an orgasm building. I want it so bad, my first climax with my mother actually fucking me this way, pussy to pussy with nothing between us, just skin on skin, mommy and her little girl. God, she turns me on!

I squeeze her breasts, pinching her nipples. I suck on her tongue. I throw my legs open as far as I can, trying to take her into me, to have her hot juicy pussy inside mine. She moves even faster, bucking up and down, her slippery labia between mine, our clits are kissing, I’m so close. Still humping me fast and hard, she takes her mouth from mine so she can look into my eyes. “Fucking — fucking — fuck your cunt — come in your cunt!” she gasps between thrusts.

“Fuck me, Mommy! Fuck my pussy!” I urge, barely remembering not to be too loud. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Come in my little girl pussy!”

“Little girl! Fuck! FUCK!!” A tremendous spasm jolts her. I feel the energy coursing from her into me. I don’t know if it’s possible, but it seems like the heat of her climax has somehow exploded inside my own pussy, bringing me suddenly to orgasm.

To keep from screaming, I bite her shoulder. I know it must be hurting her, a lot, but I can’t help it. I wrap my legs around her, tying them together over her ass, pulling her hot cunt into mine.

She shudders, groaning, as successive huge waves of climactic passion surge through her. I clutch her to me as tightly as I can, releasing the bite hold on her shoulder, hoping I haven’t made her bleed but then not caring. I want her to fuck me, I want to fuck her, I want to do everything there is with her. As I continue coming, I dig my fingernails into her back, clawing at her, raking her, growling, “Fuck my little girl cunt, Mommy! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

She strains one more time, two more times, her head thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut, until finally she collapses onto me with a deep sigh.

It is done.

She has taken me. It is our first true fuck. My mother has fucked my cunt with hers and we have come together. It is perfection.

I hold her, loving her, feeling her pant on top of me. I stroke her hot skin, kiss her neck, taste her salty sweat. “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy…” I whisper.

 

We fell asleep that way, in my bed. At some point she shifted off of me, but we stayed very close all night long, always touching, always skin on warm skin. I was so happy.

In the morning, at only a little after 7:00, my mother woke up. She kissed me on the lips and got quietly out of bed. I glanced at the clock, but I was still only half awake. I closed my eyes, hearing her leave the room, and then I was asleep again.

At 9:00, I got up. I took a quick shower, got dressed, and went downstairs. The kids were all awake and Mommy was fixing breakfast for them. I helped. Around 11:00, their parents began coming to take them home. Kate was finally up by then. As the last little girls drove away — Abbie and Riley were the final two to get their rides — my mom and my sisters and I stood on the front porch waving to them, then retreated into the house to put everything away and enjoy the rest of our Sunday.

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