Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

When I finally opened my eyes after finishing my climax, I saw that Loretta was standing in front of the sofa, tugging her jeans up over her hips. She had no panties on. The woman quickly zipped her jeans, then grabbed her shirt from a chair and slipped it on, sans bra, buttoning it partway.

I was afraid she might be getting ready to leave, may have decided she’d had quite enough of our family’s perverted ways, but that wasn’t it.

“Sage,” she called, looking up at us. “Sage, honey, come on down here. Let’s talk, okay?”

“Um, well…” her daughter replied, “should I, like, get dressed and stuff first?”

“No,” Loretta shook her head, grinning, “you don’t have to be silly like your mom.” She took a seat on the sofa next to our mother, who was still nude, and patted the empty cushion on the other side. “Just come on down here.”

Dana got up from where she was sitting on the floor and started toward the foot of the stairs, beckoning to Chelsea, who eagerly trotted down to her mommy.

Sage turned toward me, her eyebrows raised. It seemed that she was asking me what to do. I thought it was funny that a 15-year-old would be looking to a 12-year-old for guidance, but apparently she was.

I shrugged, “Sure, come on, let’s go down there.”

My little sister Molly had already followed Chelsea downstairs, so now it was me, then Kate, then Sage padding down, all of us naked. Molly jumped onto our mother’s lap. Chelsea and Dana were cuddling together in one of the armchairs.

I went to my mother and kissed her on the lips. Kate gave Mommy a kiss too, then she and I sat in the other armchair, my sister on my lap, her arm around my shoulder. She was kind of heavy, but I didn’t mind. It felt nice.

Sage sat beside her mother on the sofa. She looked nervous. Loretta took her hand, squeezing it.

“So, um,” the woman began, then cleared her throat before continuing. “This is, uh, kind of a big change. Well, I mean, it’s something different for us. And I guess I just, you know, I want to make sure you’re okay.”

The teenager didn’t say anything. She paused a moment, then nodded to her mother, showing a hint of a smile.

“Good, okay,” said Loretta. “We can talk more later if you want to, you know, we can talk privately about everything. But I just want to say, now, well… I guess first, I love you, okay?”

“Okay, Mom,” Sage grinned.

“And, I suppose I should have told you this sooner, I know I should have. But anyway, I’ll tell you now: I’m bisexual. I like both men and women. Are you okay with that?”

“Sure, of course.”

“Good, I’m glad. But…” Loretta’s gaze went to Chelsea, then to Molly, and then back to Sage.

“Um, I, frankly, I’m not quite sure how I feel about all this myself, what’s happened tonight. I mean about having the… you know, the children involved and everything, watching us the way they were. It seems… well, it seems like something I never would have accepted before.”

She shook her head, and looked at our mother. “I don’t mean to judge, but…”

“It’s quite all right,” Mommy assured her. “Just say whatever you feel. I won’t mind.”

Loretta paused, then shrugged, “As I said, it’s hard for me to understand what I’m feeling now, let alone express it.”

She turned back to Sage. “And if it’s hard for me, I’m sure it must be hard for you too, honey. Or maybe it’s not, I don’t know. Is there anything you’d like to say?”

The girl shrugged, an almost exact replica of her mother’s action. “No, I mean, I’m cool with everything. With you, and with them, and… everything.”

It was quiet then for several seconds.

“Well, good,” Mommy finally said, “it seems as though everyone’s happy.”

She stood, Molly slipping off her lap, and walked naked into the kitchen. Molly followed her. None of us knew what was up, so we just waited.

A minute later our mother returned, bearing a big red heart-shaped box of designer chocolates. “I’ve been saving these for a special occasion,” she smiled, “and this seems like a very special occasion.”

She opened the box, setting the lid on the coffee table, and offered the treats to Loretta and Sage. They each took a chocolate and thanked her. Mommy handed the box to Molly, asking her to take it around the room to the rest of us. Then she went back into the kitchen.

When she came out a second time, Mommy was carrying a tray with several small glasses on it, along with a chilled bottle of Bailey’s Irish Cream. She set the tray on the coffee table and began filling the glasses. The way she was bending over, she had her bare bottom — and her pussy — almost in Sage’s face. I was certain that was deliberate.

“Will you allow your daughter to have a few sips of this?” Mommy asked Loretta as she continued to pour.

“Uh, sure, I suppose. If she wants it.”

“Yeah, I do, I want it,” Sage nodded as she stared at my mom’s ass.

I counted six juice-size glasses and two shot glasses. Mommy filled the shot glasses only halfway, but the juice glasses were nearly full of the creamy liquid. She took the tray around the room, serving drinks to each of us, including the little girls who took the smaller glasses.

Mommy set the empty tray down and raised her own drink. “Before I propose a toast… Loretta, is there something you might like to do to make yourself more comfortable? To get in the mood with the rest of us?”

That brought some chuckles. Everyone else was nude, of course.

Loretta blushed. It was a bit hard to see it through her dark tan, but the woman blushed very red. She nodded, licked her lips, then handed her glass to Sage and got to her feet, unbuttoning her shirt. The pretty brunette tossed the garment away, then quickly pushed her jeans down and off.

“Ta-da!” she exclaimed, arms held wide, still blushing but with a big grin on her face. “How’s that?”

Everyone laughed and cheered. My mom gave her a kiss on the lips, then Loretta sat back down, retrieving her drink from Sage.

Mommy looked slowly around the room, taking in the sight — three women, a teenager, and four girls from age 7 to 12, mothers and daughters — the perfect recipe for a night of forbidden lesbian sex.

Her gaze settled on me. “I was going to propose a toast. But Julie, I think you should do it.”

“Me?” I was startled, to say the least. I didn’t know anything about doing stuff like that.

“Yes, honey, go ahead.” My mother sat on the sofa next to Loretta. The others looked at me, waiting.

“Oh gosh. Well, okay…” I patted my sister on the leg. She got off my lap, and I stood up. Kate took my place in the chair.

“Um,” I raised my glass, feeling nervous and embarrassed, not at all sure what to say.

But then that thing happened again, where suddenly another part of me asserts control: a strong, confident Julie takes over. I can’t be that person all the time, unfortunately, but at special times she seems to come out.

I smiled. My eyes met Sage’s. I held the glass of Irish Cream toward her. “I propose a toast to my new friend Sage, to her big beautiful boobs and her sexy tattoos and her enjoyment of hot lesbian porn.” That last bit got a startled look from Loretta. I heard Kate giggling behind me.

“Let’s drink to Sage,” I said, taking a sip from my glass. The drink was smooth and sweet and creamy, but it went down strong, burning in my throat. It made me feel all warm and tingly inside. I liked it.

The others drank too, the littlest kids wrinkling their noses. I wasn’t done with my toast, though, not even close. In fact, I was only beginning.

I held my glass up again. “And let’s also drink to Loretta,” I continued, “to Sage’s mom — so smart and caring, and so totally hot. I hope when I grow up, Loretta, I can be as beautiful as you are, both inside and out. A toast to Loretta!”

“Hear, hear!” my mother exclaimed, before downing the rest of her drink.

After taking another sip from my glass, I turned and caught Kate’s eye, then nodded at the bottle on the table. She got my meaning immediately. My sister picked up the chilled Bailey’s and went around the room, offering refills to whoever wanted them.

“To my little sister Molly,” I continued, “a very pretty girl who loves Barbies, who loves animals, who loves all her many friends, who adores riding horses, and who, maybe more than anything else, loves to suck nipples!”

Molly burst out laughing. I’d hit the nail right on the head. That was what she seemed to enjoy as much as anything. Again, however, I saw that this remark gave Loretta quite a start. There was still a lot she had to learn about our unusual family.

“Let’s drink to Molly,” I said, and we did.

“To my sister Kate, my best friend in the whole world, a girl I look up to in so many ways, even though she’s younger than me. She’s so smart, so strong, so alive — and so fucking sexy! A toast to Kate!”

“Oh, Julie!”

Before I could drink my toast, my sister was hugging me, squeezing me, kissing my mouth. I tasted sweet cream and whiskey on her lips and on her tongue. It made me want more, a lot more. I wanted to taste the even sweeter cream from her pussy — but I knew there would be plenty of time for that later. Right now I had other work to do.

Kate let me go, finally, and resumed her duty of keeping the glasses filled.

Turning toward Chelsea, I said, “A toast to my darling little Chelsea, such a beautiful girl, so loving and sweet, precious and adorable. I’m very happy you’re part of our family now, and that we’ll always be sisters. I love you, Chelsea.”

“Aww…” Dana sighed. She kissed her daughter’s cheek, and we drank our toasts. I was working on my second glass of the liqueur now, and starting to feel light-headed. I liked the feeling.

“To Dana,” I went on, “my big sister, my lover, my friend, and a true inspiration to me. If I can ever be even half as wonderful a person someday as you are, Dana, I’ll be very happy. I love you so much.”

“Oh, Julie!!”

Dana jumped up, she and Chelsea both throwing their arms around me, hugging and kissing me again and again. I was getting a lot of love that night, and I loved it!

At length, they released me from their grip. After we’d all simmered down once more, I faced my mother. For several moments, we simply gazed into each other’s eyes. I felt so much love for her — and not only love, but admiration, devotion, and of course, a fiery, lusty passion. I could see that she felt the same for me.

I extended my drink toward her. In a soft voice, I began, “A toast to Mommy, the hottest, sexiest, most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I love you, Mother, with all my heart, my soul, and my body. I will love you forever and ever.”

“Julie…” she whispered, her lovely blue eyes glistening with tears.

“If it wasn’t for you,” I added with a smile, “none of us would be here.”

Turning to face the room, holding my glass high, I exclaimed, “Let’s all drink to Mommy!”

“To Mommy!” cried Dana. Others echoed her, and we drank again. Kate started refilling the glasses one more time, but soon ran out. That was it. We’d polished off the bottle.

A few minutes later, our mother said, “You know, there’s something important I want to say.”

She waited until everyone had quieted, then continued, “It’s getting pretty late, almost time for bed. I’m sure you will agree that after having had so much to drink, it definitely would not be safe for Loretta or Sage to try to walk back to their cabin tonight. It could be very dangerous, and I simply cannot allow it.”

“I agree,” I nodded.

“You’re right,” Dana giggled, “it wouldn’t be safe at all. They have to stay here.”

“Oh, but, no, we —” Loretta began to protest.

“Mom, come on, we are staying. We are,” Sage insisted.

“Yes, you have to!” came the common cry from our group.

It was perfectly clear that Loretta would not be permitted to refuse. Even so, she tried once more. “But, I don’t… do you… have enough room?”

“Well,” Mommy chuckled, “we may have to squeeze into the beds a little tightly. But I don’t think you’ll mind too much begin pressed up against me or against Dana, will you? And I doubt that your pretty daughter would complain about sleeping skin to skin with my daughters, would you, honey?”

“No, I don’t mind,” Sage grinned.

“Okay, so that’s settled.”

I was surprised in a way, and maybe a little disappointed, that our mother started talking about going to bed at that point, as early as it still was. I’d been kind of hoping we might have a nice big orgy with our new friends. But I guess she figured they already had plenty to think about and anything else might just have been too much. I’m sure she was probably right. My mom is pretty smart about stuff like that — in fact, she’s pretty smart about everything!

Anyway, we did go upstairs then, with the three adults taking the master bedroom. I got my stuff and moved it into the second bedroom where Sage would sleep with Kate and me. Molly and Chelsea were in their own room, the only ones not three in a bunk.

Kate and Sage and I got ready for bed, although we didn’t go to sleep right away, of course, not for quite a while. I’m sure the others stayed up late too, talking and, well, probably doing a lot more than talking!

But that’s how the three of us started, getting in bed together naked, lying side by side on our backs with Kate in the middle, just sharing our thoughts about stuff.

“So, like, how long have you guys been watching porn?” Sage asked.

I thought about it, trying to remember the timing, before answering, “Uh, let’s see, only since around the beginning of this year, maybe about six months or so.”

“And, um, is it only lesbian? Or do you, like, watch other stuff too? You know, with guys and stuff?”

“Ewww…” Kate groaned.

“No,” I chuckled, “only lesbian porn. That’s all that anybody in our family likes to see, just girls with girls. Well, sometimes, you know, solo, girls masturbating alone, but mostly lesbians. We don’t like guys — not like that, I mean.”

“Yuck!” my sister emphasized.

“Okay, I get it,” Sage laughed.

She was silent for a few seconds, apparently thinking. Then she said, “I don’t know about myself yet… I like girls, but… I think I might like boys too. I’m not really sure. But, like, I… I’m a lot older than you are. I’m 15, almost 16, so do you think it’s stupid that I’m… I mean, that I’m still a virgin and stuff?”

I pushed myself up on an elbow to look across the bed at her. Although the lights were off, a full moon cast enough illumination through the window that we could easily see each other’s faces.

“Why would it be stupid?” I asked Sage, shaking my head. “What’s wrong with being a virgin?”

“Well, like…” Her voice caught in something like a sob.

Kate turned her head to look at Sage too. The teenager took a deep breath. She was staring up at the ceiling and seemed to be choking back tears. We waited for her to gather her composure before going on.

Sage cleared her throat and said, “You guys aren’t, you know, in high school yet. You don’t what it’s really like, how mean some people can be.” A big tear rolled down one cheek.

“So, what’s it like?” I said softly. “Tell us.”

The girl wiped her eyes with her hands. She sniffed, then said, “They just — people are stupid. They call me names, like cow, because I’m fat.”

“You’re not fat!” I objected.

“I like your body,” Kate told her. “I think you’re hot. God, your boobs, they’re amazing.”

Sage turned her head toward us. There were still tears in her eyes, but she was smiling. “Thanks.”

“I don’t think it matters anyway if you’re a virgin or not,” I said. “I mean, who cares? Don’t listen to those other people. Just do what’s right for you. Take care of yourself, that’s all that matters.”

“Right. What she said,” Kate added.

The older girl shifted to her side, facing us, head lying on her hands. She sniffed once more, but seemed to be done crying. “Thanks, you guys. I’m… thanks… it’s good to just talk about stuff like this, I guess.”

“Yeah, it is,” I nodded, then asked, “but, uh, do you ever, like, talk with your mom about it, or anything?”

“Not really.” She crinkled her nose. “I mean, we talk about stuff, but not that kind of stuff.”

“Yeah,” I nodded again. “I guess I’m lucky because I have a sister. Kate and I talk about everything.”

My little sister smiled at me.

“I talk with my mom a lot too,” I said. “She’s really great about stuff. But, it’s kind of different with a sister, I guess ‘cause she’s my age, or almost my age and stuff, you know?”

“Yeah,” Sage agreed. “It would be nice to have a sister. I think about that sometimes. I do have a couple of friends, best friends. That’s who, like I said, I jilled off with before. We’ve kissed and stuff too, but not much more than that. And we talk a lot, which is good.”

It was quiet for a couple of minutes. I lay on my back again, looking at the ceiling. The covers were down around our waists. It was pleasantly warm in the room, even with an open window.

Sage was still facing Kate. After a while, she took a deep breath, then asked, “Do you… really like my boobs?”

They gazed into each other’s eyes. Kate nodded, “Oh my god, yeah, I do, they’re awesome. I like your boobs, and your tattoos, and your butt… and your mouth.”

Sage had a wide mouth with luscious full lips. I remember thinking that if she used a different kind of makeup, she might look really pretty, like her mother. But I decided not to say anything about it then.

Another minute or two went by. We all knew, it seemed, that we were going to have sex at some point, but there really was no hurry. Talking felt more important.

Pushing herself up on an elbow, Sage said, “Can I ask you guys something?”

“Sure,” I smiled. “Anything.”

“Well, it’s like… you kind of said some stuff that I, that made me wonder, I mean… but I don’t know, like, do you guys……?”

“Have sex, with each other?” I prompted.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “Do you?”

“Uh-huh,” I told her. “With each other, and with Molly and Chelsea and Dana, and with our mom too. All of us.”

“No way. Really?”

“Yeah, we really do,” Kate said. “She’s not shitting you.”

“Wow, that’s…” Sage lay down again, on her back. “That’s amazing. It’s really great. You guys are awful lucky.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I don’t know, just… I think a lot of girls would really like that, you know, would like to have a mom or sisters they could do stuff with, just to learn and everything.”

“Yeah, it is great,” I agreed.

I turned toward Kate, putting a hand on her chest, touching her small nipples, playing with them. They grew hard under my fingers. My sister licked her lips. I leaned in close and kissed her.

“That’s hot,” Sage whispered, “watching you guys kiss.”

So, we kissed, and we did a lot more too. I fingered Kate’s pussy, bringing her to orgasm while Sage watched us and masturbated. She climaxed at the same time as Kate.

Sage and my sister did some kissing after that, while I licked Katie. When she came a second time, we rested for a few minutes, occasionally kissing and lightly caressing.

Then Kate said to Sage, “I want to suck your boobs, okay?”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh. Has anybody ever done that with you?”

“No. Well, I mean, I lick them sometimes myself, you know, when I’m, like, masturbating and stuff, or watching porn. It feels good. But nobody else ever has.”

“You lick your boobs?” Kate asked. She was lying on her back, fingering her own nipples.

“Uh-huh,” the older girl nodded.

“Can I see?”

“See what?”

“I wanna see you do it. My tits are so small I can’t do that. But my mom can. I really like it. It’s hot. Can I see you do it?”

“Okay,” Sage giggled.

She sat up on the bed, folding her legs. Taking both large breasts in her hands, she giggled again, then lifted one to her mouth, bending down and sticking out her tongue, licking the nipple.

“Wow…” breathed Kate.

Sage repeated the action with the other breast, bathing the nipple with her tongue, sighing in obvious pleasure.

“God, I love that,” my sister said. “I really want to suck them now, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” Getting to her hands and knees, the teen leaned over, pendulous breasts dangling in front of Kate’s face.

“Fuck, look at those boobs,” said Kate as she palmed them, gently squeezing. She looked into our friend’s eyes. “I really mean it, you’re totally hot. I love your body.”

“Thanks,” Sage chuckled happily.

As my sister began to lick and suck the girl’s breasts, I crawled closer, touching Sage’s warm back, stroking her, running my fingertips slowly down her backbone. After pausing a second to examine the curlicue tattoo more closely, I slid my hand over her rounded buttocks, down the inside of a thigh and then up again, reaching between her legs. I found her pussy. It was very warm, and slippery with her juices. Sage moaned as I stroked her labia.

I masturbated her, rubbing her clit and fucking her cunt while Katie sucked her tits. Sage didn’t quite come, although it seemed like she might be getting close. But then Kate said to her, “Sit on my face.”

“What?”

“Sit on my face. I want to lick your pussy.”

The teen hesitated. “I… I’ve never…”

“Don’t you want me to?”

“Yeah, I do. It’s just, I don’t…”

“Come on, I want to eat you. I promise, you’ll like it.”

“You will,” I assured her. “My sister is very good at it.”

Sage swallowed. “Well, okay…” She took a deep breath, then climbed on top of Kate.

Although she hadn’t climaxed while I was fingering her, she certainly did while Kate was eating her. Sage came hard and wet in my sister’s mouth. It was pretty exciting to see a teenager riding a 10-year-old’s face that way.

The three of us played around a lot more that night. I got a chance to lick Sage, and she ate pussy for the first time, both mine and Kate’s. We did some tribbing too, and even though Sage wasn’t able to come that way, when she saw Kate fucking me and saw us reach orgasm at the same time, she climaxed as she masturbated, watching us.

We talked a lot more as well, not getting to sleep until the early hours of the morning… at last, feeling spent and satisfied and close, snuggling together, smelling of sex, we gradually drifted off.

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