Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

Okay, so now we shift forward a couple of months.

Dana and her daughter didn’t relocate right away. The adults thought they should let Chelsea finish first grade in her current school, which I suppose made sense. And anyway, it took a few weeks to find a suitable apartment for them.

When we did find one, it was perfect, bright and clean with two big bedrooms, about half a mile from our house and only three blocks from Chelsea’s new school. We helped them move in there at the end of June. Mommy purchased some new furniture for them too, nothing fancy, but good quality. Dana tried to refuse this, naturally, but our mom said if she wanted to buy some things for her daughters, why shouldn’t she? Dana couldn’t very well argue with that reasoning.

Meanwhile, we were all busy with our lives. Mommy spent long hours every week at the office, Kate was playing softball now, Molly was reading about horses and dreaming of owning one, and I was scheming for new seductions.

Even though we’d consummated our relationships as a family, all of us fully sexual with each other — on the weekends, anyway — I still hadn’t forgotten how it all started, how I discovered our mother having sex with the babysitter one night when I was only 10 years old. After that, Mommy and I had begun playing what we called ‘our game’. She would bring home women or sometimes teenage girls and then seduce them in the family room while I would watch from upstairs, masturbating my little pussy. Gradually I became more and more involved, until… well, you know the story as well as I do.

Anyway, what I’m getting at is I really wanted to play that game again. It was fun, not to mention super sexy. At the time, though, in the spring and summer of 2010, Mommy wasn’t going out very often looking for new partners. Why should she, when she was already getting all the action she could ever want at home from her own daughters — both real and adopted!

However, she was (and is) a woman with an almost unquenchable appetite for variety in the women and girls she sleeps with. For my mom, it’s always the more, the better. I remember she and Dana did go out dancing a few times that summer with Carla and a couple of times with Rita too, while I stayed home with my sisters, Katie, Molly, and Chelsea. We girls had our own fun, of course, and then when the grownups came back later, we had even more fun.

One night Mommy and Dana brought home Melissa from Victoria’s Secret, whom they’d run into at one of the clubs they liked. I was happy to see her again, and I can just imagine how exciting it must have been for her having sex with all of us at once. I mean, just think about it — four girls from age 7 to 12 together with two beautiful women, all of them crawling all over you, licking and sucking and fucking. Pretty awesome, right?

And yet, even with all that, I had this hunger for the special naughty thrill of voyeurism. Maybe that makes me a kinky pervert, I don’t know, but there’s a part of me that totally loves watching someone — or two or three someones — from a hidden place while I play with myself. It’s funny, as I write that, it does sound kind of twisted. Whatever, though, I can’t deny it. That’s just who I am.

So, I talked with my mom about it, and she admitted that she missed playing our game too. Of course, it would have to be different now, since it wasn’t just me any more. How would it work if we tried to involve Chelsea along with Molly and Kate and me?

We got the chance to find out when we went away on a trip to celebrate Kate’s 11th birthday, which would be on July 23rd. She badly wanted to go camping, somewhere up in the mountains. Our mother wasn’t really the type for tent camping, however, so she and Kate compromised. They went online and found a private cabin by a lake that we reserved for a week. It was fairly large, with three bedrooms, fully furnished, of course, and even had a dock with canoes and stuff. Very nice.

Dana was still working part-time at the insurance agency, but they agreed to give her the week off so she could go with us. It was about a four-hour drive from our house, and we decided to take two cars. Kate and I were with Mommy in her Mercedes, while Molly rode with Dana and Chelsea in their Honda Civic. We started out early on a Saturday morning and arrived just before noon.

“Wow, Mom, this looks great,” said Kate from the back seat. She was leaning forward between Mommy and me as we drove slowly into the area where our rented cabin was supposed to be located. We could see a big placid lake and lots of tall evergreen trees, with higher mountains off in the distance. There were several other vacation cabins nearby, and a general store, and a laundromat, and also a small restaurant advertising ‘home-style food’.

“See? There’s the hiking trails!” My sister pointed. “See the sign?”

“Yes, I see,” Mommy grinned, winking at me. “It looks like fun.”

That wink, I believe, was partly from our mother’s amusement at Kate’s enthusiasm about the trails — but also from her enthusiasm about something else we saw. Strolling beside the road just ahead of us then were a pair of girls, perhaps 12 or 13 years old, wearing very short denim cutoffs along with tank tops and sneakers. I returned her wink and her grin.

Those two weren’t the only cute girls we’d noticed walking around, either. I was happy to find that our location wasn’t entirely isolated, as I’d feared it might be. It gave me hope for the possibility of arousing erotic adventures. Would those young girls have pretty moms? Could they be interested in having some sexy fun with us?

Before we could get to any of that, however, we had to get ourselves settled in. We soon found our cabin and parked in front of it. Immediately Molly leaped out of Dana’s car and came running over to us.

“Mommy, did you see the stables? It said horses, horseback riding, trail riding!” My little sister was breathless with excitement.

“Yes, I did see that, sweetie. We’ll definitely have to do some riding.”

As our mom knelt down beside Molly to give her a hug and a kiss, the short summer dress she was wearing slid high up her shapely thigh. God, I love my mother’s gorgeous legs. I can never get enough of looking at her — or having sex with her!

She caught my stare and gave me a lascivious smile, licking her lips. I could feel my pussy getting damp as I stood there by the cars, hearing the cooling engines tick, smelling the aromatic pines, gazing at my mom and dreaming of eating her cunt.

“Come on, let’s go inside!” Kate grabbed my arm, breaking the moment. Which was fine, of course — there would be plenty of time for lovemaking later on.

We took all our stuff into the cabin and made some quick decisions on who would sleep where, at least nominally: Mommy and I would share the master bedroom while Dana and Kate would be in the second bedroom and Molly and Chelsea in the third. Each room had only one double bed, but obviously that was fine with us.

After that, we went for a short walk together, stopping in for lunch at the restaurant first, and then sort of scoping out the area. I counted eleven other vacation homes within maybe a half mile of ours, and I also knew there was a place a little further away for tent camping and RVs and stuff.

As we walked around that afternoon, we did see more than a few attractive girls, both pre-teens and teenagers, but unfortunately they all seemed to have brothers and/or fathers with them along with their moms and sisters. That was a bummer.

Kate was eager to take the canoe out for a spin, so I went with her. Our mother insisted we put on the life jackets that were provided — although of course we took them off as soon as we were out of sight. My sister and I were both good swimmers, especially her. We paddled slowly around the lake, chatting pleasantly. It was a beautiful afternoon, warm and sunny, absolutely ideal. Katie was thrilled, about as happy as I’d ever seen her. I was glad. I love her very much.

We had dinner at the same restaurant that first evening, Saturday, and although the food was not too bad, we all agreed we wouldn’t want to have all our meals there. We’d make sure to get some things at the general store so at least half the time we could eat at the cabin. It had a nice kitchen and everything, why not make use of it?

Nothing much happened the next day, Sunday. Oh, we did your basic vacation stuff: hiking, canoeing, horseback riding. We tried swimming too, although the lake bottom was pretty muddy, not sandy, so it wasn’t that agreeable. Mommy and Dana lay in the sun together, topless, working on their tans while us kids romped around.

That evening, as we’d done the night before, we had dinner then played board games for a while before watching a movie. There was no cable TV, of course, and no Internet, and there were certainly no movie theaters anywhere close by. But the cabin did have a DVD player and a big-screen TV, and we’d brought along lots of our own favorite movies — including porn — so we had plenty of entertainment.

We also had plenty of sex, mixing and matching in every possible variation. It was wonderful, delectable, supreme. Except you know what? I still wanted more. I wanted fresh pussy. I kept thinking about the girls we saw as we made our way around the area. So many hot young things, from sexy teenagers down to adorable 8- or 9-year-olds. Why couldn’t we hook up with one of them, or better yet, with several of them, and their moms too!

I remember lying in bed that night with my mother, cuddling in the dark, whispering to her about all the things I wanted. Her libidinous desires were the equal of mine, of course, if not stronger. As she explained to me, though, it was matter of finding the right opportunity, and so far we hadn’t had any luck. There were just too many men and boys everywhere.

But at least we could compare notes about the cutest girls we’d seen so far and share our fantasies as we masturbated together, telling each other all the naughty stuff we’d like to do with them until we we both climaxed once more… and then kissed and snuggled and slowly drifted off to sleep.

On Monday, our third day there, Kate disappeared for a couple of hours in the afternoon. We’d seen her approach and quickly make friends with a pair of girls about her age, 10 or 11. It was just after lunch, and we were all sitting in the sun outside our cabin, relaxing. The two came walking slowly along by the lake and paused near our dock, looking at the canoes. Kate strolled down there, chatted with the kids for a minute or so, then brought them over to us.

Their names were Rachel and Shepard. Both were brunettes, skinny and tan and cute, with short haircuts, kind of sporty looking. That’s probably what attracted Kate to them. Rachel, I noticed, had the beginnings of breasts under her tight t-shirt, tempting poky buds, while Shepard, who was taller and heavily freckled, appeared to still be flat-chested.

We learned that the two were best friends and that their families came to the lake together every summer. Neither had sisters, but alas, both had older brothers and their dads were on vacation with them too, in addition to their moms.

With our mother’s permission, the three of them, Kate and Shepard and Rachel, went out in a canoe, girded in life jackets. They were supposed to return in no more than half an hour, but didn’t. After an hour had passed, my mom got up and started pacing around, muttering angrily. I don’t think she was really worried at that point, but she didn’t like being disobeyed. With Kate, however, that wasn’t exactly uncommon.

When they finally did come back, almost two hours after they’d left, Mommy loudly scolded my sister, right in front of the other girls as they were getting out of the canoe. I didn’t like that very much, and I know Kate didn’t like it, but I guess it just showed how worried our mother really had been.

Rachel and Shepard said goodbye then, promising to come and see us again the next day, before heading back to their own cabins. Our mother decided that as punishment for her disobedience Kate would have to prepare dinner for us that night, all by herself, and that she also would be responsible for doing the dishes on her own. That wasn’t really too onerous, though, and I’m pretty sure Kate felt like she was getting off lightly.

Later, while we were enjoying the ham and cheese sandwiches and canned tomato soup that my sister “cooked” for us, Mommy complimented her on how delicious it all was, praising her efforts. Kate smiled proudly.

Then Mommy took her hand and said, “Honey, I want to apologize. It was wrong for me to fly off the way I did. I’m very sorry. I’m sure it was embarrassing for you, and I shouldn’t have done that. I should have waited until later to talk with you. I apologize.”

“That’s okay, Mom, I understand,” Kate replied, lowering her head somewhat shyly.

“You know it’s only because I love you so much. I realize you’re getting big enough to take care of yourself now, and I know you’re a good swimmer and everything — but I don’t know that about those other girls. Something might have happened to them, and I would be responsible. That’s why I was so upset.”

“I know.”

“It doesn’t excuse what I did, of course, not one bit, but can you see how I felt?”

“Yeah, of course I can.”

“Good.” Mommy got up and stepped over to Kate, wrapping her arms around her from behind, squeezing her tightly and kissing her cheek again and again. “I just love you love you love you so much!!”

“Mom! Stop!!” Katie laughed, her cute face turning red.

“Aww, that’s sweet,” smiled Dana.

After our mother sat down again, she asked my sister, “So, what kind of mischief did you kids get into? Do you want to tell us what you did while you were off on your own with them?”

“Yeah, well,” Kate began, “we actually did find a place kind of far away from everything, a place where we could tie up the canoe and then walk up this trail into the woods. I wanted, you know, I wanted to see if I could kiss them or something.”

“Oh, you did?” Mommy winked.

“Yeah,” Kate grinned, “especially Rachel. But Shepard too. I like ‘em both, a lot.”

I was eager to hear all the details, wanting to vicariously experience the thrill of kissing a young girl you’d just recently met. It was so hot. It made me wish I’d gone along with them. Maybe the next time I would.

“So did you get to kiss them?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” my sister nodded. “We walked along for a while, and then we found this big blackberry bush, and even though some of the berries weren’t ripe yet, most of ‘em were, so we ate some. They were good, really sweet. We were laughing and smiling at each other, our faces kind of sticky and stuff, you know? And that’s when I kissed Rachel.”

“Wow…” sighed Dana.

“That’s pretty hot, Katie.” My mother reached over and took her hand. “You’re turning me on. Tell us more.”

“Well, I kissed Rachel for a minute, and then, like, Shepard was kind of pressing in on us, like she wanted to do it too, and so I kissed her. They kissed each other after that, and then we just sort of stood there going back and forth kissing each other for maybe ten minutes or something. I don’t really know how long it was. And then we walked back.”

“Awesome,” I said. “Did you guys do anything else?”

“No, just kissing. It’s not the first time they kissed, though. They told me they kiss each other sometimes, and also, like, some other girls too where they live. But I don’t think they do anything more than that, not yet anyway. We didn’t talk about it, but that’s just what I think.”

“Nice,” Mommy smiled, slowly licking her lips, her eyes hooded. Her chin was resting in her hand as she gazed at Kate, sending her a smoldering look of lust. My sister returned the smile. They sat that way for several moments, just looking at each other. The room crackled with sexual electricity.

“You know what?” our mother finally said in a hoarse whisper.

“What,” replied Kate.

“I don’t want to watch any movies tonight, or play Monopoly, or do anything like that. You know what I want to do instead?”

“What.”

“I want to help you do the dishes and clean up the kitchen, and then I want to take off all your clothes and lay you down on this table, naked, and lick every inch of your sexy little body. That’s what I want to do.”

“Oh my god, Mom,” Kate swallowed, her eyes wide.

“Oh my god,” echoed Dana.

So, that’s what we did.

There were no games played that night — unless you want to count games like ’69’ or ‘daisy chain’ or ‘hide the finger in the pussy’ — but there were plenty of orgasms spread around among four young girls and two hot women.

Continue on to Chapter 87