Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

Another week went by. Mommy went to work, the kids had school, Kate played basketball, and we all attended her games and cheered for her.

At night, after Molly was asleep, Kate and I often would spend half an hour or so in our mother’s bed, naked with her, the three of us telling each other our dirtiest fantasies and masturbating together. Mommy restricted those weeknight sessions to self-pleasuring with only a little touching and kissing, and she limited the time we could spend that way too. She continually reminded us that doing well in school was our #1 priority.

Kate and I went along with that, although we were constantly pushing against the restraints, asking to stay longer in Mommy’s bed, eager to do more with her and with each other. But our mom was firm about the rules. The good thing about it, of course, was that all the anticipation made our weekend fun even more exciting.

Friday night at 7:30, my mother dropped me off at the Frederiksen’s. I’d been looking forward to that, and to the next night too. I had an assignment to babysit for Elaine on Saturday afternoon — she had tickets for another matinee — but in the evening Mommy was planning to go out with Carla and I would stay home with Kate and Molly. That would give Katie and me a chance to play around together, something we hadn’t done for a while.

Anyway, Dana met me at the door and I went inside. Chelsea jumped into my arms, hugging me and kissing me, squeezing me so tightly I could barely breathe.

Her mother laughed, “She really loves you!”

“Yeah, she loves me to death!” I gasped comically.

Dana was wearing the shortest little skirt I’d seen her in yet, along with a pair of very high heels. Her pretty legs were bare, so smooth and slim and so enticing. Her top was a loose-fitting white blouse, sheer enough that I could easily see her dark nipples. She wasn’t wearing a bra. All in all, a very seductive outfit. Was she on the prowl tonight?

She didn’t leave right away. Chelsea had some toys out in the living room and she and I got down on the floor and played with them while Dana walked back and forth a few times, going into the kitchen, then down the hall to her bedroom, then back to the kitchen — almost as if she was parading herself in front of me — before finally sitting on the sofa beside us. She crossed her legs and I looked at her. Actually I stared at her. By this time I felt comfortable enough not to worry about hiding my sexual interest in her.

Dana saw me staring. She smiled, then uncrossed her legs, giving me a clear view of her pink panties. I felt myself getting wet.

If Chelsea noticed any of this she didn’t give any indication of it. She seemed engrossed in the game she was playing with her toys. I did my best to stay engaged with the child, but it was difficult to compete with that display her mother was offering.

Dana picked up a magazine and leafed through it. Slowly her legs began to part, opening up a little more, and then a little more, until there was no question at all that she wanted me to look at her, to look at her crotch. I did, quite happily.

After ten minutes or so, she got up to leave. She slipped on a sweater and picked up her purse. Chelsea and I went to the door with her. Dana leaned down and gave her daughter a kiss on the lips, then gave me a kiss as well, also on the lips. She held my chin in her hand for a moment, looking at my mouth. In her high heels, she was maybe an inch taller than me. She kissed me one more time.

“I won’t be very late,” she said. “I think I’ll come home early tonight. Maybe around 11:00. Or even 10:30. Is that okay?”

“Of course, that’s fine,” I told her. “Whatever you want.”

My pulse was racing. Was this sexy woman planning to come home early for me? So that she and I could… could do what? I shivered with excitement as I imagined the possibilities.

She left. Chelsea and I were alone. It was about 8:00 o’clock. We went and played with her toys again for a while. Then we got up and took the toys into her room and put them away.

Chelsea asked me to tell her another story.

“I liked it when you did that,” the adorable 7-year-old blonde said to me. “That was a really good story. Do you know any other good ones?”

“Uh, well, sure, I can tell you another story if you want.”

“Can we do it in my bed? And be naked again? Both of us?”

I smiled at her. “Of course we can, sweetheart. Anything you want.” I kissed her on the lips.

We took off our clothes and got inside Chelsea’s bed.

Before beginning, I just looked at her, at her pretty blue eyes, at her smooth flat chest, at her pink lips. What I really wanted was to make love with this child, not tell her a bedtime story. Well, maybe tell her a story while I was ravishing her, but it wouldn’t be anything at all like a traditional fairy tale. It would be a story about how much a 12-year-old girl wanted a 7-year-old girl… and that gave me an idea.

“Do you know the story of Hansel and Gretel?” I asked.

“With, um, the breadcrumbs? And the witch?”

“Yeah, that’s the one. So, this story I’m going to tell you is like that, only it’s different.”

“Okay.”

“Once upon a time there were two little girls. They were sisters. The youngest one was 7 years old. She was a very, very pretty little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. Can you guess what her name was?”

“Chelsea?”

“Wow, good guess! How did you know?”

She giggled and scrunched closer to me.

“And the older girl, the older sister, had brown hair and brown eyes. She was 12 years old, not really grown up yet, but bigger than Chelsea. Her name was……”

“Julie!”

“That’s exactly right! You’re so amazing! How did you ever get so smart?”

“I don’t know,” she grinned.

I leaned over and gave her a nice long kiss on the lips. No tongue, not yet, but a very sexy kiss. Then I continued with my story.

“These little girls lived with their mommy in a small cottage deep inside a dark forest. No one else lived close to them. They had a few animals and their mother grew some fruits and vegetables in a garden, but they almost ever saw anyone else. Still, they were very happy together. They loved each other very much. But there was only one problem. Do you know what that was?”

“No…” Chelsea shook her head.

“Well, the older sister, Julie, really enjoyed going out on long walks through the forest. She loved to look at the trees and the flowers and see the animals, all the birds and the squirrels and sometimes a deer or a fox or some little bunny rabbits. Julie loved her walks, and she always took Chelsea along with her. They had a good time together, finding fun things to see. But the problem was that Julie wanted to go farther each time, stay away longer and explore more of the forest, see things they hadn’t seen before. This began to worry their mother. She was afraid they might get lost someday. So, you know what she did?”

“Gave ‘em some bread?”

“Right, except it wasn’t bread. She gave them cookies instead. What’s your favorite kind of cookies?”

“Um, chocolate chip?”

“That’s my favorite too.” I smiled at her and chucked her chin.

“When Julie and Chelsea went out on their walks, their mom would give them a bag of chocolate chip cookies. She told them to crumble up one of the cookies and leave a bit of it behind them as they were walking, making a trail of cookie crumbs so they could always find their way back home. They could eat the rest of the cookies, but they should always be careful to leave that trail behind them.”

I looked down at Chelsea, making sure I still held her interest with my long story. She smiled back up at me, clearly very involved in it. Or in me, anyway.

“But one day Julie decided to go much farther into the forest than they had ever gone before. She wanted to see something new, find something different. The sisters had been walking so long after a while, they got hungry and they ate up all the cookies in the bag. Now they didn’t have any left to make a trail of crumbs. But Julie said it didn’t matter. She was sure she could find her way back. Except then it began to get dark. And Julie stopped and looked around. She had to admit, she really wasn’t sure where they were, or how to get back. Chelsea wanted to go home. She wanted to see her mommy again. She started to cry. Julie picked her up and held her. She hugged the little girl and kissed her and told her not to worry, that everything would be okay. She would take care of her.”

I reached over to the lamp on a little table beside the bed and switched it off. Now the room was mostly dark. There was still some light coming in through the door from the living room, but it was dusky in Chelsea’s bedroom.

Scooting down in the bed, I put my face close to hers and said, “It got very dark in the forest. Julie and Chelsea were both kind of afraid. But Julie told her sister not to worry, everything would be all right. It was nighttime now and getting cold. They found a little shelter of some branches that had fallen from a tree and they got down inside, huddling together, hugging each other to stay warm. Chelsea wanted her mommy. She almost started to cry again. But she was happy that she had Julie to take care of her. Julie thought it would be a good idea if they kissed each other, closed their eyes and hugged and just kissed and pretended they were home in their bed where they slept together every night and kissed each other in the dark. So that’s what they did. The sisters got very close and hugged and kissed and stayed warm until finally they fell asleep.”

I paused.

“Do you want to kiss like they did?” I whispered to the naked girl. “Pretend we’re two sisters lost in the forest and we have to hug and kiss each other to stay warm and safe?”

“Okay,” she whispered back.

We put our arms around each other in her bed, bringing our mouths together. Chelsea kissed me so wonderfully, so warmly, so erotically — oh my, her kissing alone was almost enough to make me come. She’d obviously had a very good teacher, and a lot of practice!

I kissed her for a long time, but finally decided I’d better go on with the story. I lifted my face away from hers. I was lying on top of her, the little girl’s legs spread apart, my belly pressing into her crotch. If I didn’t stop now, I knew, I might not be able to stop at all.

“Should I finish telling you the story?”

“If you want to.”

She would be just as happy, it seemed, to go on kissing. I would have to, except I was pretty sure the kissing would have led to something else, and I wasn’t quite ready for that. Not yet.

“All right.”

I sat up again and switched on the lamp, bathing us in light. “It was morning. The sisters were safe. They were hungry and they were cold, but they were together and they were safe. The sun was shining down through the trees, beginning to warm them a little. Julie decided which way they should go and they started walking. After a while they came to a house. It was a very old house, not nearly as nice and cute as their little cottage. But maybe somebody lived there who could help them, give them some food, show them the way home. They went up to the door and Julie knocked on it. The door opened. A woman looked out at them, a woman about the same age as their mom. She seemed familiar in a way, like someone the sisters might have seen before, even though they were sure they’d never met her. Unlike their mother, who had blonde hair and blue eyes —”

“Like my mom,” interjected Chelsea.

“That’s right,” I smiled. “The mommy of the girls in this story looked just like your mommy, honey. But this other woman in the very old house in the forest had black hair and very dark eyes. She wasn’t ugly at all, though. In fact, she was pretty, especially when she smiled. The woman invited them inside and led them over to sit by the warm fire in the fireplace. She brought them mugs of hot chocolate to drink, and freshly baked blueberry muffins to eat. Then she sat with them and asked who they were and where they came from. They told her about getting lost in the forest at night. ‘Oh, you poor dears’, she said to them. ‘I’m so sorry you are lost. You are welcome to stay here with me until we find your mommy again. I don’t know of any other houses nearby, but we can go out together and look.’ The woman told the girls that her name was Donna.”

“That’s almost like my mommy’s name.”

“Yes, that’s right, and that’s just what Chelsea thought in my story too. Because her mommy’s name was — do you know what it was? — it was Dana!”

Chelsea grinned at me.

“Anyway, after the sisters had something to eat and got warm by the fire, Donna took them out and they walked all around for hours and hours… but they never found a trace of their little cottage. They couldn’t find anything at all that seemed familiar, or any cookie crumbs on the ground either. That made them sad. At the end of a long day, they went back to Donna’s house with her. She fed them a nice dinner and kept telling the girls they could stay with her and she would take care of them until they found their mommy again. When it was time to go to sleep, Donna told them she had only one bed, and asked if they would mind sleeping in the same bed with her. They said they wouldn’t mind. Julie and Chelsea didn’t have any jammies with them, of course, so Donna let them each wear one of her shirts to sleep in.”

“Or they could sleep naked,” Chelsea suggested.

“Yes, they could have done that. But they didn’t. Not the first night, anyway. The second day after breakfast, they went out and walked around again all day long, but they still didn’t find their cottage. It was the same thing on the third day and the fourth day too. The sisters missed their mommy very much. They felt sad and lonely, although they also felt lucky that they had met Donna and that she was taking such good care of them. They liked her. She was nice and she was pretty and she hugged them and kissed them a lot. But she wasn’t their mommy. She didn’t look like her at all. At night, though, when the girls would get in bed with her to sleep, Donna held them close and they cuddled with her and it felt to Chelsea and Julie almost as if it was their mommy who was holding them. Then on the fifth night, something different happened. Donna said she forgot to do the washing that day and she didn’t have any clean shirts for the girls to wear to bed. They told her that was okay, because at home when they slept in bed with their mommy, they didn’t wear anything at all. They were naked, and their mommy was too.”

I looked down at Chelsea. “Have you heard this story before?” I asked her. “How come you always know what’s going to happen?”

“I don’t know,” she giggled.

“Well, they all agreed it sounded like a good idea to sleep naked, and that’s what they did. And when they hugged and kissed each other that night, it felt even better than it had before, because now there was nothing between them, no shirts or anything in the way, just warm skin on warm skin. They would always kiss at night before they went to sleep, but on this night they kept kissing much longer than before, just because it felt so nice. And then Donna did something else. She took one of her hands and put it down between Julie’s legs and she took her other hand and put it between Chelsea’s legs…”

As I said this, I took Chelsea’s hand in mine and placed it between my legs, pressing her fingers against my pussy. I put my other hand between her legs, cupping her warm little vulva. I knew this was a step way beyond where we’d gone before. But I didn’t feel nervous about it at all. Just very, very excited.

The little girl looked at me, her eyes wide as I continued telling the story, leaving our hands over our pussies. My mouth was close to hers, and my voice was low.

“Chelsea liked the way it felt that night in Donna’s bed. She liked having Donna touch her that way. Then Donna said to Chelsea, ‘Do you know what this is that I’m touching?’ Chelsea said she didn’t know. So Donna told her, ‘These are your other lips, your pussy lips. And just like I can kiss these lips here,’ Donna gave Chelsea a little kiss on the mouth” (I gave the real Chelsea a kiss too) “and said, ‘Just like I can kiss these lips, I can also kiss your other lips, your pussy lips. Would you like that?’ Chelsea told Donna she would like that. Donna turned and asked Julie the same question, and Julie said she also would like to have Donna kiss her pussy lips. So they pushed down the covers and Donna got between Chelsea’s legs and gave her a nice sweet kiss right on her pussy lips. Then she did the same thing with Julie, kissing her pussy lips. And what do you think happened next?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, Donna looked at them, at the two sisters, in a funny sort of way. She frowned and she said ‘I… I remember something now… an evil magician who came here one day, and… oh, it was awful, he wanted to take me away, make me go with him… but I wouldn’t, I fought him… I cried and said I had to stay and wait for… wait for… so then he cast a spell over me… he changed me, and…’ Donna looked closely at the two girls. She said to them, ‘He said I could never break the spell unless… unless…’ Suddenly she seemed to recall something very important. ‘Julie,’ she said, ‘will you please kiss my pussy lips?’ And Donna moved up on the bed until she had her pussy right in front of Julie’s mouth. ‘Please, Julie,’ said Donna, ‘please kiss my lips.’ So Julie did. She closed her eyes and she put her lips on the dark-haired woman’s pussy lips and kissed her. Then Donna turned to Chelsea. She moved over in front of her. Chelsea looked at the woman. She looked at her pussy. There was curly black hair all around it, but she could see the woman’s lips, her pussy lips. And Donna said, ‘Chelsea, will you please kiss my lips?’ Chelsea didn’t know what to do.”

I paused, and then I asked, “What do you think she should do?”

“She should kiss her pussy lips.”

“Why?”

“Because Donna’s nice to them.”

I lifted the child’s hand away from my crotch and took my other hand away from hers. I raised our hands to our mouths. I kissed her fingers, and she followed my lead, kissing my fingers. We looked into each other’s eyes. I kissed her gently on the mouth. Then I went on with the story.

“Well, that’s just what Chelsea did. She closed her eyes and put her face between Donna’s legs, into the middle of all the curly black hair, and she kissed the woman’s pussy lips. And that’s when the magic happened. Those black hairs that were tickling Chelsea’s face suddenly went away. The little girl opened her eyes. She still saw pussy lips but the hair that was there had disappeared. It was all gone and the pussy lips were smooth. She looked up at the woman and — and her hair wasn’t black any more, it was blonde now! Her eyes weren’t dark, they were blue! It wasn’t Donna she was looking at, it was Dana, her mommy! Her mommy was back!!”

Chelsea’s eyes were shining. She had a big smile on her face.

“So that’s what broke the spell cast by the awful evil magician. It took a very special kiss from Julie and from Chelsea, Mommy’s beautiful daughters, on her pussy lips. When they did that, the spell was broken. Mommy was back — and they weren’t in an old house any more, they were in their own cute little cottage. The girls were so happy, so very happy, and so was their mommy. After that, they always slept in the same bed, they always slept naked, and every night they would always kiss each other’s pussy lips before they fell asleep. And they lived happily ever after.”

Chelsea giggled and hugged me tightly. “That was a good story!” she said.

I brought my mouth to hers and we kissed, warmly and wetly. We kissed for several minutes. I knew it was getting late, though, already well past her bedtime. And I also knew that if I stayed with her too much longer I would badly want to kiss her other lips too. That was okay for a fairy tale, perhaps, but I wasn’t so sure Dana would approve of it in real life.

So I told her it was time for her to go to sleep. I asked her if she needed to tinkle and she said she did. We got up and took care of that, and she brushed her teeth too, then I put her back to bed. I gave Chelsea one more long kiss, said goodnight, and left the room, taking my clothes with me.

In the living room, I sat on the sofa, still naked, and thought about what I had just done. Not only had I french-kissed a 7-year-old girl, not only had I told her a very naughty bedtime story about a pair of sisters kissing their mother’s pussy, but I had also put my hand between her legs, and her hand between my legs! I smiled as I thought about it. I smelled my fingers, the ones that had touched her. I couldn’t smell anything special, and I didn’t think she really had been wet, but I licked the fingers anyway, just in case.

Then I put my clothes back on. I decided not to masturbate, partly because it was already past 10:00 o’clock and Dana had said she might come home early that night, but also because I was hoping when she did come home I might get an orgasm another way — from her!

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