Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

“Once upon a time…”

I was sitting with 7-year-old Chelsea in her bed. We were both naked. I was telling her a story before she went to sleep.

“Once upon a time there were three little girls. They were sisters and they lived with their mommy in a big house far out in the country. The three girls were very happy with their mommy. They loved her very much and they knew she loved them too. But sometimes they liked to play a funny game, a game where Mommy would pretend to be mad at her daughters and she would chase them all around and they would run away and try to hide from her. One of the girls, the oldest one, was named Julie. She was 12. The middle sister’s name was, um, Emily. She was 9 years old. And the youngest girl, the cutest one of the three, was only 7. She was very pretty. Her name was Chelsea.”

Chelsea wiggled a little beside me, scooting closer, her warm naked body next to mine. She smiled, “I like this story.”

“So, one night when the little girls were playing on the floor in the living room and it was starting to get late, Mommy told her daughters it was time for them to get ready for bed. But the three girls didn’t want to. They were having too much fun playing and they wanted to stay up instead of going to bed. Mommy asked them a second time to go get themselves ready for bed, but they wouldn’t. So then Mommy stood up, putting her hands on her hips, frowning down at them.”

I imitated that posture while sitting in bed. My comical frown made Chelsea laugh.

“‘If you don’t go and get ready for bed right now’, Mommy told them, ‘I will pounce on you and grab you and eat you all up and there will be nothing left of you!’ She leaned over to grab them, and do you know what the three little girls did then?”

Chelsea shook her head, wide-eyed.

“They jumped up and ran away from their mommy and she started chasing them! The little girls were shrieking, screaming, running fast. Their mommy said, ‘I’m going to get you! I’m gonna grab you and eat you all up!’ The three girls quickly ran into their bedrooms, each of them slamming their door behind them. Their hearts were beating very fast.”

I put my hand over my heart, as though feeling how fast it was beating. Chelsea put her hand over her heart too.

“So, big bad Mommy went up to the first bedroom door, where the oldest girl was. Julie was inside her room, behind the door, leaning against it, trying to keep it closed. Then she decided to stack a few pillows against the door, hoping that would keep her angry mommy out so she wouldn’t come in and eat her up. Do you think that would work, putting pillows behind the door? Would that keep Mommy out?”

“Uh-uh,” Chelsea shook her head.

“Big bad Mommy said, ‘If you don’t open this door right now, I’m going to huff and puff and blow the door down — and then I will come in and eat you all up!’ Julie sat back on the floor, waiting to see what would happen. She heard Mommy say, ‘I’m huffing, I’m puffing, I’m blowing your door down!’ And suddenly the door burst open, the pillows flying away. They didn’t stop her at all. That was silly, trying to use pillows to keep her angry mommy out, wasn’t it?” I looked at Chelsea.

“Uh-huh,” she agreed. “Except their mommy wasn’t really mad at them, was she?”

“No, she wasn’t, honey. This was just a fun game that they played.”

“Good.”

“But big bad Mommy jumped on Julie. She grabbed her and tickled her and pretended she was going to eat her all up, but really she was just hugging her and kissing her. Julie laughed and laughed and pretty soon Mommy stopped tickling her so much, and then her mother’s kisses became nice and soft, and Mommy whispered to Julie, ‘Okay, baby girl, you get ready for bed now. I have to go chase after your sisters.’ ‘Okay, Mommy’, said Julie. She kissed her mom one more time and then Julie started taking off her clothes and getting ready for bed. Meanwhile, Mommy went to the next door down the hall, to Emily’s room.”

“This is a good story,” Chelsea said again. I smiled at her and tweaked her little nose, then leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

I continued, “Big bad Mommy went to Emily’s door. It was closed. Behind the door, Emily had piled up some of her dolls and her stuffed animals, thinking that might keep her angry mommy from getting in. Big bad Mommy knocked hard on the door and said, ‘Open up this door! You better open up this door!’ And do you know what Emily said?”

Chelsea grinned, “Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin!”

“That’s right,” I laughed, “except she didn’t say chinny-chin-chin, because she didn’t have any hair on her chin, just like you don’t.”

I tickled Chelsea’s chin. She giggled and scrunched up even closer to me. “Emily didn’t have any hair on her chin, or anywhere else on her body, not even on her little cootchie, her pussy. Do you have any hair on your pussy, Chelsea?”

“No,” she grinned, pushing down the covers to show me.

“I know you don’t, and neither did Emily in this story, or her sisters either. So when the big bad mommy said, ‘Open this door’, Emily said, ‘Not by the hair on the top of my head!’”

Chelsea laughed.

“But Mommy said, ‘Then I will huff and I will puff and I will blow your door down!’ She started pretend huffing and puffing and pushed on the door and of course it came open easy. Those dolls and toys didn’t stop her at all. Mommy jumped on top of Emily and played that game like she was eating her up, but really she was just hugging her daughter and tickling her and kissing her a lot. Emily loved it when her mommy did that. And then next, when Mommy was done with Emily, she went to Chelsea’s room.”

I looked down at the little blonde beside me in the bed. Putting on a big fake frown, my hands on my hips, I growled in sort of a deep voice, “You better open this door!”

Chelsea cried, “Not by the hair on my ch— I mean, not by hair on the top of my head!”

“If you don’t open this door,” I growled, “I will huff and I will puff and I will blow the door down!”

Chelsea giggled and hugged me, squeezing me tight, her face pressing against my naked breast.

“But you know what happened?”

“What?”

“Do you know what Chelsea did?”

“Uh-uh, what?”

“Well, Chelsea was much smarter than her sisters. She didn’t use anything silly like pillows or stuffed animals to try to keep her door from opening. She used a big toy chest she had in her room. It was very heavy, but the little girl was strong enough that she could push it over to her door, right up against it. Maybe that would keep the big bad mommy out! Do you think it would?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you want Chelsea to keep her Mommy out there in the hall, behind the door? Or do you want big bad Mommy to come in and get Chelsea?”

“Um, I don’t know.”

“Do you want Mommy to come in and jump on Chelsea and hug her and kiss her all over and pretend she’s eating her up?”

“Yeah, I do…” she whispered. The child was hugging me, her face on my chest, big blue eyes looking up at me.

In a soft voice, I told her, “So, the big bad mommy huffed and puffed and huffed and puffed and huffed and puffed some more, and then she blew the door down and came in and found her little Chelsea, and she hugged her and kissed her.”

I slid down so I could be closer to the girl. Taking her face in my hands, I whispered, “And while she was kissing her, Mommy took all of Chelsea’s clothes off, so her little girl would be naked. And Mommy hugged her sweet daughter, hugging her and kissing everywhere, kissing her all over. Do you think Chelsea liked that?”

She nodded to me.

I got on top of her in bed, laying my naked body on hers. The tiny child spread her legs. My belly was pressing into her warm crotch. I kissed her and hugged her. Soon we were kissing the way we had the last time I’d babysat for her, tongues inside each other’s mouths, eagerly exploring. I sucked her tongue and she sucked mine. We moaned together, kissing wetly.

After several minutes of this, I pulled away, breathing hard. I looked at the little girl, the 7-year-old blonde I was kissing. Chelsea’s face was flushed, her lips wet. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but I knew I couldn’t do that. What I was doing already with her was way over the line, and yet somehow I wasn’t worried about it. I realized, though, that I could only go so far. For now, anyway.

“Okay, baby,” I whispered, “you should go to sleep now.”

“Okay,” she nodded.

“Let’s get your jammies on.”

“But, can I stay this way tonight? With no jammies? Mommy lets me do that when I sleep in her bed with her.”

“Well, uh…” I was left nearly speechless, dazzled by the vision of little Chelsea sleeping naked with her sexy mom.

Finally I stammered, “Uh, well, I guess, okay, if she does… then I guess so.”

I got slowly out of her bed, feeling feverish with lust. Somehow I managed to think straight enough to ask, “Do you need to tinkle before you go to sleep?”

“Uh-uh.” She turned on her side, facing me, laying her little head on her hands, yawning once, then closing her eyes.

I knelt beside her, softly kissing her cheek. “Okay, goodnight, sweetie.”

“G’night, Miss Julie. Thank you for telling me a story.”

“You’re welcome, precious.” After kissing her cheek once more, I got up, gathered my clothes, and left the room.

I was tempted to stay naked. It felt nice, and I was definitely planning to masturbate anyway, but I decided it might be too much if Dana came home and found me that way. So I put on my socks and my jeans and my sweater, leaving my sneakers off and tucking my bra and panties into my backpack. Then I sat on the sofa and waited about ten minutes, giving Chelsea time to fall asleep.

An hour later, I was exhausted. I’d enjoyed three very strong orgasms, and my hands and the inside of my jeans were soaked. Next time, I told myself, I should put a big towel underneath me so I don’t get my clothes all wet. I really didn’t want to zip my jeans back up when they were so gooey inside, so I took them off and cleaned myself up, then got my panties out of my backpack and put them on. I hung my jeans over a chair in the kitchen, figuring I would put them on again at about 11:30. Hopefully they would be mostly dry by that time.

I looked through the movies Dana had, deciding to watch Legally Blonde. I’d seen it before a few times and liked it.

Dana got home at about 11:45, a few minutes after the movie ended. By then, I had my jeans back on, and they were pretty dry. I wondered, though, if she might still be able to smell my pussy juice. I had made them really wet!

She came in and I got up to greet her. There was that wonderful smile I loved. What a pretty girl she was! Really a woman, of course, at age 27, but Dana was so small and cute, she seemed just like a girl.

She put down her purse and dropped her sweater over it. “Hi, babe. How’d everything go?” she asked.

“Fine, no problems. Your daughter is an angel.”

Dana took my face in her hands. “So are you,” she said gently, looking into my eyes.

And then she kissed me. It was a soft kiss, no tongue or anything, but she held it a long time. She kissed me once, and then she kissed me again, a little harder. My tummy was fluttering with excitement.

When she finally pulled away, Dana seemed embarrassed.

“Sorry,” she giggled. “I couldn’t help it. It’s like, you know, kissing a pretty girl can be really nice at times.”

“I know,” I told her. “I like it too.”

“You do?” Her eyebrows went up.

“Mm-hm,” I nodded. “But, can I tell you something?”

“Sure, honey. Let’s sit down for a minute, okay?” Holding my hand, Dana led me to the small sofa. We sat next to each other.

“Would you like something to drink?” she asked.

“No, I’m okay. But thank you.”

“I want to get some wine before we talk. Is that all right? Do you have time to stay for a little while?”

“Sure, it’s fine.”

She got up and returned a minute later with a glass of white wine. As she sat, she smoothed her dress over her thighs, actually tugging it up some when she crossed her legs. She smiled at me. “So, what did you want to tell me?”

“Well, um,” I swallowed, “when I, when I was putting Chelsea to bed, both this time and last time too, when I gave her a kiss, a goodnight kiss, I mean, she, um, the way she kissed me, well, you know, it was…” I trailed off.

“I know what you mean.” Dana patted my knee reassuringly. She left her hand there. She didn’t say anything else, just looked into my eyes.

“And I…” I went on, “I mean, she told me that, that she learned how to kiss that way, from you.”

“That’s right, she did,” the woman nodded. She didn’t seem a bit embarrassed about admitting that.

“Oh, okay. Well, I just wanted you to know. I mean, I wanted you to know that I knew about it, and that, that I think it’s okay. That it’s fine.” I felt sort of silly telling her it was fine, as if I was in any position to give her parenting advice. But that’s what I said. Then I added, “I hope you don’t mind my saying that.”

“No, of course not, honey,” she patted my leg again, her hand moving up to my thigh. “We’re friends, and you can tell me anything.”

“Good,” I smiled. “But, um, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, sweetie.” She took a big drink of her wine, then gave me that magnificent smile again.

“Well, uh…”

Then I surprised myself. I was thinking I would ask her why she taught her daughter to kiss that way, or when they had started or something like that, but I didn’t. Instead I suddenly leaned in and kissed Dana. I brought my face up close and put my lips on hers. I opened my mouth and teased her lips with my tongue. She opened her mouth too and we kissed deliciously and wetly.

At length I ended the kiss and drew my face back. She was smiling at me.

“Sorry,” I joked, “I couldn’t help it.”

We laughed together. Then she asked, “Does your mom know you kiss girls that way?”

“Uh-huh. She, um… she, like, taught me to do it that way.”

“Oh, I see,” she grinned. “So, I guess I’m not the only one.”

“No, I don’t think so,” I smiled. “I think maybe lots of other moms do that.”

“Maybe.”

We sat for a minute, just looking at each other. She took another drink of wine. I wondered if we would kiss again or possibly do something more.

But then she said, “Could you come back tomorrow night, Julie? And babysit for Chelsea again? I, there’s something I need to do. I won’t be gone that long, though. Can you?”

“Yeah, I could,” I told her. “Sure. What time?”

“Uh, why don’t you come over about 8:00… and like I said, I won’t be gone long, I’ll be back by around 9:30. But maybe you can stay a little while after that so you and I can talk some more, like we did tonight, okay?”

The look in her eyes when she said ‘talk’ made me sure she intended more than that. My pussy tingled. “Okay, that’s fine, 8 o’clock,” I nodded.

I was thinking to myself that this meant I wouldn’t have a chance for Saturday evening fun with my mom and Kate, unless we did something late at night — but on the other hand, it could mean a new kind of fun with Chelsea and Dana. Who knew what might happen?

“Good.” She patted my leg once more, her small hand moving even higher up my thigh. She gave me a little squeeze there and then leaned in for another kiss. This one was short and soft, with her mouth closed, but very sweet and promising. My pussy throbbed. I knew it had to be soaking wet again.

After the kiss, Dana took a final swig of her wine, emptying the glass. Then she stood up. She went to her purse and took out $60.

“I really wish I could give you more,” she said as she handed the cash to me. Her look was so plaintive, so yearning for approval it almost broke my heart.

I hugged her. “It’s okay. It’s plenty. But you don’t have to give me anything if you can’t afford it. I mean that, I’ll take care of her for nothing.”

“Oh, honey, you’re so sweet.” We were still hugging. She rubbed my bottom. It felt nice.

Dana held me out at arm’s length. “You take the money,” she said softly. “You’ve earned it. And I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“Okay.”

I called my mom and ten minutes later she was there to take me home. As we were driving, I said, “Dana asked if I could sit for her again tomorrow night, at 8 o’clock. I said I could. Is that all right?”

“Sure, it’s fine, sweetheart,” my mother smiled. “I didn’t have any special plans. Do you like working for her?”

“Yeah, um, she’s really nice. And really pretty too.”

“Yes, she is. Has she kissed you yet?”

I looked at my mom, surprised by the question.

She chuckled, “It’s perfectly obvious to me, honey. Of course she wants to kiss you. And why wouldn’t she? You’re a very sexy and desirable girl.”

“I am?”

“Yes, you are. I see women all the time looking at you, admiring you. Men too, of course.”

“Yuck.”

That made her laugh.

As we pulled into the garage and she shut off the engine, Mommy said, “It’s late, but maybe we can see if Katie is still awake and wants to play around with us for a while. Would you like that?”

“Yeah, I would,” I smiled.

So, we went upstairs and into my sister’s room. She was still awake, listening to Tatu with her headphones on and looking at a sports magazine, a special issue on female athletes. When she saw us, she took off the headphones, giving us a big smile.

The three of us then went to our mother’s bedroom where we pleasured each other’s bodies with our mouths and tongues and fingers until almost 2:00 in the morning. Finally, after we’d all enjoyed several tremendous orgasms, Mommy told us we needed to get some sleep. But she let us stay in her bed.

I was as happy as I could be, cuddling close to my wonderful mom, her warm naked body next to mine, our skin still slightly damp from all our exertions, our pussies still tingling. My sister was snuggled up on the other side, that little chipmunk face I adored smiling at me just before I fell asleep.

* * *

When I arrived at Dana’s apartment the next evening, I found her wearing shorts and a t-shirt. She wasn’t really dressed to go out. Of course, what she’d told me the night before was that she had ‘something’ she needed to do and wouldn’t be gone long, so apparently it wasn’t a date or anything.

Anyway, I went inside and Chelsea came running out to greet me. I picked her up, giving her a big hug and getting a nice long kiss on the lips from her. Dana kissed me too, on the mouth, while I was still holding Chelsea. That was arousing.

Dana got her stuff together, leaving a few minutes later, saying she probably would be back within an hour and that I shouldn’t worry about getting Chelsea ready for bed. She would take care of that herself. As she went out the door, she gave me another sweet kiss.

Since it didn’t seem like Dana would be gone for very long, I decided not to try anything racy with her daughter that night. There would be plenty of other opportunities for that, I hoped. Chelsea took me to her room where she had her dolls and stuffed animals arrayed in a big circle on the floor. She said they were in school and she was the teacher. We played that game happily until her mom got home.

* * *

“I’ve got treats for you!” Dana sang out as she came through the door. Chelsea ran to see what she’d brought, and I followed.

It was ice cream sundaes for each of us. Actually, not ice cream, but frozen yogurt from TCBY. They were delicious. We sat together around their little kitchen table, gobbling up the treats, smiling and giggling at each other.

When we were finished, I got up and said, “Thank you very much for the sundae, Dana. It was really good. I’ll call my mom now.”

“No, um, well,” Dana began, “if it’s all right, honey, I was thinking maybe you could stay a little longer. You could help me, you know, get Chelsea ready for bed. I’ll pay you for it, of course.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I told her. “I’m glad to stay and help, but you don’t have to pay me anything for it. I like being with you guys.”

“Good.” She got to her feet, flashing that radiant smile, and gave me a warm hug.

We went to Chelsea’s room. I helped pick up the dolls and things and put them back where they belonged. I expected the next thing after that would be to put Chelsea’s jammies on her, or maybe take her in to brush her teeth. But instead, Dana said, “Do you want to sleep in Mommy’s bed tonight, baby?”

“Yeah, I do!” The little girl bounced excitedly up and down.

“Okay, let’s go in there.”

Like the other rooms in the apartment, Dana’s bedroom was tiny and cramped. A chest of drawers, a small vanity and a double bed pretty much filled the space.

I stood and watched as Dana sat on the bed with her daughter and started taking off her clothes. The child was wearing a lavender long-sleeved turtleneck, tight-fitting, and a ruffle skirt, the same one she’d had on the night before. I’d noticed while we were playing that the turtleneck was thin enough and tight enough to let me see the points of the 7-year-old’s tiny nipples. I liked that.

Dana pulled the shirt over Chelsea’s head. Now I could see her bare chest again. So nice and flat and smooth. Chelsea lay on her back, allowing her mom to pull off the skirt and her white panties too. Dana leaned over and kissed her little girl, lying naked on the bed. It made my pussy tingle to see them kissing that way.

Then she asked, “Would you like Miss Julie to give you a goodnight kiss now?”

“Yes please,” Chelsea nodded, looking up at me.

Suddenly I was feeling very nervous. Dana knew I had kissed Chelsea before, that I had kissed her using my tongue, because I’d told her about it. But it was one thing to talk about it in the abstract, and another thing to do it right in front of her! Maybe, though, this one would be just a normal goodnight kiss. A nice kiss on the lips from the little girl, but nothing else. Maybe that’s all it would be.

It wasn’t.

As I leaned over, the naked young blonde put her arms around me and pulled my mouth to hers. Her lips parted. Mine did too. We kissed as wetly and sensually as we had before. I heard myself moaning as I sucked on her tongue and I could hear her moaning too. But someone else was moaning as well. It was Dana.

When I ended the kiss. I pulled away and looked at Chelsea’s mom. Her face was flushed. She was breathing hard and licking her lips. She looked very turned on.

“Okay, uh…” Dana began in a hoarse voice. “I… I need to talk with Miss Julie for a few minutes, and then I’ll come and get in bed with you. All right, little baby?”

“Okay, Mommy.”

I stood up, watching as the nude 7-year-old girl climbed under the covers.

“G’night, Miss Julie,” Chelsea smiled. “Thank you for playing with me.”

“Goodnight, honey,” I said, blowing her another kiss. “Sleep tight.”

Dana and I went out, leaving the door open just a crack. In the living room, we sat down on the sofa side by side, not saying anything for half a minute or so. She seemed to be trying to regain her composure.

Finally, in a soft voice, she said, “Julie, you and and I are friends, right?”

“Yeah, I guess. I mean, I hope so.” That seemed like a dumb response, but it was what I said.

“Do you think it’s bad that I taught her to kiss that way?” Her head was down, looking at her hands in her lap.

“No, um, like I said before, I think it’s fine. And, well, you know, my mom kisses me that way too sometimes.”

“Does she?” The woman looked up at me.

“Yeah, um, I mean, maybe I shouldn’t tell you that, but, but if we’re friends, and you don’t tell anyone else…”

“No, of course, I wouldn’t.” She turned quickly to me, taking my hands in hers, gazing earnestly into my eyes.

I looked at her face, at her beautiful blue eyes, her full red lips. My heart was pounding. I wanted to kiss her, and do more than just kiss her. I wanted to make love with her, go into her bedroom, get in bed with Chelsea, and make love with both of them at the same time!

We looked at each other a moment longer, the air between us crackling with electric tension.

Dana licked her lips. She was breathing hard again. Shaking her head slightly, she said, “I… I never knew how it would feel to see her kiss another girl, like, like the way she was kissing you just now. I’m sorry, I hope it doesn’t upset you, Julie, but I, I have to say, it got me really excited. Do you think that’s bad?”

Part of me wondered why a 27-year-old woman would be asking a 12-year-old girl for advice on morals. I didn’t think I was any kind of an expert.

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I, no, I mean, it’s not bad. You can’t help it if it gets you excited. And I don’t think it’s wrong anyway. If a mom and girl love each other, then, you know, why not?”

That didn’t sound very brilliant to me, but it did appear to make her feel better. She smiled at me, squeezing my hands. “Thank you. You are a good friend.”

We didn’t kiss again. Not right then. Dana took a deep breath and let it out. Then she got up from the sofa. “Could you come back again next Friday? And babysit? Would that be all right?”

I got up too. “Yeah, um, I think so. Sure.”

“Good, I’ll call you later this week and let you know what time.”

“Okay. I’ll call my mom now.”

* * *

I was home by about 10:15. Kate was still up, of course. Mommy took us to her bedroom where we got undressed and watched some lesbian porn on her laptop and then started making love.

It was so awesome. All three of us now could do everything we wanted with each other. We had fingers in pussies and tongues on clits and mouths sucking nipples. We came on each other’s faces, we came in each other’s mouths, and we came pussy to pussy, fucking each other.

After a couple of hours, Mommy went to get Molly. She brought her to us totally naked this time. My baby sister sucked on our nipples, going from one to the other, crawling across our nude bodies as the three of us lay side by side on the bed. We masturbated and she sucked our tits, and after we’d each had at least one more orgasm, our mother finally turned out the light and we fell asleep that way.

This was the first time all four of us had slept in the same bed. It was a little crowded, but I didn’t mind at all being so close to my mom and to my sisters, all of us naked together, such a happy little family.

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