Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

It was a restless night for me. Maybe it was all the rich food I’d eaten, especially at lunch, but also at dinner, when I ordered Shrimp Fra Diavolo. Anyway, I had wild dreams and woke up often, wondering where I was. I was sleeping in a strange bed, too, in an unfamiliar room, but at least Kate was there with me.

My dreams were almost all highly sexual, like I was living inside a porno movie. I remember it seemed that wherever I went, girls and women all around me were suddenly taking off their clothes — or just instantly became naked, the way it happens in a dream — and begging me for sex. Not only begging, but demanding, screaming, throwing themselves at me. Really little girls too, only 6 or 7 years old, and you know how much I like that!

In the last dream I had, just before morning, my mom was with me. We were back in New York City, like at my birthday, walking on one of the crowded streets. Every time we saw a beautiful woman or a cute young girl — and they were everywhere — my mother would say, “Go on, Julie, fuck her! Do it!” So I did. I grabbed them, right there on the sidewalk, and we had hot sex. It happened over and over. Most people just walked by, not seeming to mind at all or pay attention. Some of the women, though, would stop to watch us and start masturbating.

The last thing I remember before I woke up, I was tribbing with a teenage girl, and a bunch of gorgeous nude women were standing all around me, rubbing themselves. My mom was actually on my back somehow, humping me, yelling, “Fuck her, Julie, fuck her hard! Fuck them all!”

I awoke with a creamy wet pussy and a throbbing clit. Wet fingers too. I was lying on my stomach, both hands between my legs. The curtains were drawn in the room, but I could tell it was light outside. It was morning. I hadn’t climaxed yet in real life, but I was getting pretty close. For a minute or so, I thought about that last dream, replaying it my mind as I gently humped my fingers. It made me smile, and it also made me want to come.

Then I heard my sister kind of snuffle in her sleep, turning from her back onto her side, toward me. I looked at her cute face, then pulled the covers down a little bit and gazed at her sexy body. She was naked, of course. I heard Mommy’s voice again, urging me on. I wasn’t sure what time it was, but certainly well before Kate normally would wake up. Should I let her continue sleeping? My clit said no, and my mother strongly agreed.

I climbed on top of Kate, spreading her legs apart with my knees. I shoved my crotch against hers, put a hand over her breast, pinching the nipple, and kissed her mouth. She didn’t object — just the opposite. When she realized what was happening, my sister giggled sleepily, then put her arms around me and returned my kiss.

This wasn’t unusual for us. On the nights when Kate and I slept in the same bed, we often had sex first thing in the morning. We loved it. Normally after we finished, she would go back to sleep again, and that was fine. I would lie and watch her for a while, my pussy glowing with a post-orgasmic warmth.

On this particular morning, though, one climax wasn’t enough for me. Not nearly enough. First I humped my sister hard, my tongue thrusting into her mouth, until I made myself come on top of her. In my urgency, I was ahead of her. She hadn’t come yet. So I threw the covers off and crouched between Katie’s legs, fastening my mouth over her cunt. God, she tasted good. I sucked and licked, snaking my tongue inside her vagina, fucking her with my mouth, eating her. She climaxed pretty quickly.

Then I mounted the 11-year-old girl again, this time scissoring, lifting one of her legs up high, spreading her wide open. I fucked my sister pussy to pussy, hearing my mother’s voice inside as I did it: “Fuck them, Julie, fuck them all!” My pace was better now, more in tune with Kate’s, and she and I reached orgasm almost simultaneously.

But still I wanted more. Although I had come twice already, it wasn’t enough. Not after that incredible dream. Rolling onto my back, I grabbed her head, pulling it down between my legs. “Kate, eat me!” I demanded. “Eat my cunt! Make me come!”

“God, Julie!” she laughed, but then happily did what I asked of her.

* * *

After such a frenzied session of hot sex, even Kate wasn’t ready to go back to sleep again. So we got in the shower together, doing a little more kissing and touching and humping, though not quite going all the way.

We dried ourselves off and were in the bedroom rummaging through our bags, picking out clothes for the day, when we heard a knock at the door. Kate and I both were still naked. My sister stared at me, wide-eyed. I shrugged, calling, “Come in.”

Aunt Barbara took a step inside. “Oh!” she suddenly exclaimed.

She stood for a moment, hand over her mouth, looking back and forth between us. But I noticed she didn’t leave the room.

“Good morning,” I said nonchalantly, while I continued pulling out things to wear, jeans and socks and undies. I was careful to choose a very sexy pair of panties, and made sure Aunt Barbara could see them.

“Well, uh, sorry, girls,” she finally stammered, smiling at us. “I didn’t mean to surprise you in, uh… in your birthday suits. And, yes, good morning.”

She’d still made no move to depart, and wasn’t looking away, either. Our aunt was taking in our nubile naked bodies, almost studying us. It seemed to me she was trying to act casual about it, like this happened every day. But I thought I saw some color rising in her cheeks.

I deliberately walked across the room toward my sister, parading my nudity in front of Aunt Barbara. “Do you have my shirt in your bag?” I said to Kate, even though I knew she didn’t.

“What shirt?” she asked, turning to face me. I stood slightly off to the side, giving our aunt a nice view of Katie’s small boobs and hairless pussy.

“Um, anyway, I just wanted to tell you girls,” Aunt Barbara said, “that, uh, breakfast will be here in a few minutes, all right?”

“Okay, that’s fine,” I smiled, shifting my stance to open my legs wider, letting her take a very good look at me if she wanted to.

She did want to. Her eyes were riveted to my crotch. The woman stared at me, licking her lips, but then all at once seemed to catch herself. “Well, good!” she nodded. “So, I’ll see you in a few minutes then.”

As our aunt closed the door behind her, Kate and I burst into giggles.

* * *

During the morning meal, we talked about what we should do that day. I told Aunt Barbara that I was really hoping to spend some time down by the lake, checking it out. That made my sister happy. She grinned at me.

“Well, that should be fine,” said our aunt, “as long as you make sure you’re warm enough. Do you have heavy jackets? It’s cold outside, you know.”

We assured her we would definitely bundle up. Then I asked, “And, um, could we maybe go into the casino later? I mean, can you take us, so we can just look around and stuff?”

“Yes, certainly, we can do that,” Aunt Barbara smiled. “I’ll even take you into the back rooms, if you’d like, show you our surveillance systems, how we make sure no one’s cheating and all that.”

“That’d be really cool,” said Kate. “And, like, could we maybe gamble a little bit too? Play the slot machines or something?”

“Well, no, I don’t think that would be such a good idea.”

Kate looked disappointed.

“But I’ll tell you what,” Aunt Barbara said, “how about for lunch this afternoon, we’ll go for a little drive. I’ll take you to this diner I like. It’s kind of an older place, and it has some slots in the back. You can play those for a few minutes and I’m sure no one would mind.”

“Awesome!” Kate beamed. “Thanks!”

So, that’s what we did on Sunday. My sister got her fill of exploring the area around the lake, climbing a tree at one point, finding an abandoned bird’s nest, getting nice and dirty, having fun. It was fairly cold outside, but Kate didn’t seem to mind that, and I was just happy to be with her.

We went back in after an hour or so, getting warm and washing up. Then we received our tour of the casino, which was fascinating. I learned a lot about gambling and odds and counting cards and things like that, stuff I’d never thought about before. We ate burgers and fries at the diner that afternoon, then fed quarters into the slot machines for maybe twenty minutes. It actually got boring pretty fast.

Before driving back to the hotel, Aunt Barbara took us around the lake shore a little further and up into the surrounding mountains too, where we found quite a few spectacular views. Kate used the digital camera Dana had given her to take a bunch of pictures.

My sister had brought her Game Boy with her too, of course — she was never without that — so after we returned to the suite she and I played with it for a while. We traded back and forth, trying to beat each other’s scores. She slaughtered me.

Then I had an idea. I thought about the lanyards around our necks, the badges we were still wearing. We hadn’t done any shopping the day before, hadn’t really wanted to, but now I said, “Aunt Barbara?”

“Yes, honey?”

She was sitting in an armchair across from us in the hotel room, leafing though a fashion magazine. Kate and I were side by side on the sofa.

“Yesterday I saw a lingerie store downstairs, where the shops are,” I said. “It looked like they had some nice stuff in the windows. Could you take us down there, and we could maybe buy some things?”

“Lingerie?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Aren’t you a little young for that?”

“No,” I shook my head. “We both like stuff like that, Kate and me. Our mom takes us to Victoria’s Secret sometimes, at the mall, and lets us pick stuff out.”

“She does?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. Kate nodded too. “So, can we do that? Would you mind?”

“No, I don’t mind,” Aunt Barbara answered. She looked at her watch. It was about 5:00 o’clock. “Would you like me to come with you?”

“Yeah, could you? We can try stuff on and you can tell us what you think, okay?”

She agreed and we took the elevator down. The store I’d seen was called La Perla. My mom and I had visited one of their locations in New York. I remembered they had really nice things, although very expensive. This one at Lake Tahoe was a small boutique, with only one salesperson, an attractive and extremely curvy middle-aged blonde. She greeted us warmly. Apparently she and Aunt Barbara were already acquainted.

While the two of them chatted, Kate and I browsed through the lingerie, each choosing a few things to try on. There was only one changing room in the tiny shop. I tapped my aunt’s shoulder.

“Will you come in with us?” I asked. “Tell us what you like?”

“Well, uh…” she began to demur.

“Please?” I asked, using my best plaintive doe-eyed look.

The saleswoman appeared a trifle surprised at my request, but quickly hid her reaction, smiling politely. I gently tugged Aunt Barbara’s arm, and after only a moment’s hesitation, she acquiesced.

We crowded into the changing room. I’d brought in two pairs of tap pants, lacy and sheer, one in black and one in cream, along with matching bralettes, equally sheer. Kate had chosen a hot pink thong and two nighties, one red, one black, both completely see-through. We handed the items to our aunt to hold for us while we began to undress.

Kate seemed to understand what I was up to. It took only one glance between us to confirm our plan: lesbian seduction. As we removed our clothes, we each made sure to inadvertently rub our bodies — our arms, our legs, our butts — against Aunt Barbara as often as we could without making it too obvious.

Soon we both were naked. I was sure at one point that our aunt had been about to object, to suggest that we should at least leave our panties on while we tried on these other things, but she must have changed her mind, because she said nothing.

I took the black nightgown from Aunt Barbara, and helped Kate slip it on, tugging it down and straightening it, giving her bottom a little squeeze. The flimsy gown came to about mid-thigh and concealed nothing. You could easily see my sister’s belly button, her nipples, her bald slit through the sheer fabric.

Stepping back a bit, as much as I could inside the small booth, I asked, “What do you think? Do you like it on her?”

“Well, uh, yes,” said Aunt Barbara, “it’s… a very pretty style, anyway. Although perhaps… a little old for her.”

“Do you think?” I said, hand on my chin. “Hm, maybe. Lemme try my things on and see if you like ‘em better.”

It took only a moment to pull on the tap pants and the feather-light bra. I started with the cream set. When they were on, I turned side to side, showing myself to my aunt while admiring my reflection in the full-length mirror. “Am I too young for these, do you think?”

She cleared her throat, then said, “Julie, dear, they’re lovely. You’re lovely. It’s just that these things are intended, well, more for women, I think. Don’t get me wrong, you look very nice in them. But don’t you think you might like something a little more… in your age range?”

I shrugged. “Maybe, I don’t know. You’re saying, though, that this is really made for someone who has, like, more of a figure or something?”

“Yes, that’s right,” she nodded. “A woman.”

“I guess you might be right,” I agreed, as my gaze ran up and down her body. “Maybe someone like you. You have a great figure.”

“Well…”

“Cool idea!” said Kate, taking the black bra and tap pants set from her, holding them up. “I wanna see these on you, Aunt Barbara.”

“No, but —”

“Come on,” I begged, “please? We want to see what they look like on a real woman.”

“Well…”

It didn’t take much more cajoling. Our aunt acted like she was all hesitant and everything, but I got the feeling she really couldn’t wait to get her clothes off in front of us.

“All right, if you insist,” she smiled.

Aunt Barbara was wearing black pumps, tight black jeans, and a gold V-neck sweater that clung to her form. After handing the other nightgown to me, she bent and removed the high heels. She was still tall, around 5’7”, but didn’t tower over us quite so much with her shoes off. I noticed she had small bandages at the back of each foot.

She pulled the sweater over her head next, and carefully folded it, placing it on a bench beside our clothes. The bra she wore was flesh-colored and pushed up an already substantial chest. Her skin was tan, with a few freckles between her breasts. She undid her snakeskin belt, then opened her jeans and slowly pushed them down over her hips.

Kate and I watched as our aunt’s legs were revealed. They really were her best feature. She had a pretty face and her boobs certainly seemed impressive — but oh my god, her legs were just so long and gorgeous. They seemed to go on forever, and even though she was in her forties, they were lean and shapely. It looked like she spent a lot of time in the gym, or maybe running.

Aunt Barbara hung the jeans on a hook. Then she seemed to pause for a moment, as if asking herself, am I really going through with this? After a quick, almost imperceptible nod, she took a deep breath then reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, shrugging it off.

She’d obviously had a boob job. I’d seen enough porn to recognize one when I saw it. Her breasts would have been nice enough without that, I’m sure, but now they stood out on her chest, round globes with thick erect nipples. It took my breath away. I really prefer natural boobs, which is why I said her legs were my aunt’s best feature, but wow, I couldn’t take my eyes away from those hard nipples.

Kate had the same response, only more so, staring slack-jawed and wide-eyed. I thought for a second she might start to drool.

As she took the black bralette from my sister, I heard Aunt Barbara chuckle, evidently amused at our reaction. She slipped the little bra over her head and pulled it down across her breasts, carefully smoothing it in place. Did she really tweak her nipples as she was doing that? Is that what I saw? I couldn’t tell for sure, but perhaps she had.

She looked at herself I’m the mirror, turning side to side as I had. “I might want a larger size,” she said, “but this is very attractive. You have good taste, Julie.”

“Thanks. Um, are you gonna try the other, I mean, the panties on too?”

“Well, I don’t know, I’m not sure that’s necessary.”

“Aww, come on, please?” said Kate. “I really wanna see ‘em on you!”

“Yeah, I do too,” I nodded. “I want to see how a real woman looks in them.”

She chuckled again, shaking her head. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Please?” Kate and I begged in unison.

“It’s just, well…”

“Come on, please?” we implored.

At last, with a resigned sigh, Aunt Barbara agreed. And as she started to remove her satin panties — flesh-colored, the same as her bra — I discovered why she had been so hard to convince. This time it wasn’t an act. She was afraid that we might see… what we saw.

Our aunt tried her best to hide it, but in the small confines of the booth, that was impossible. As the panties came down and she stepped out of them, first one foot and then the other, my sister and I could hardly fail to notice a dark wet stain in the center, a spot so full of gooey liquid it was positively gleaming. Seeing Kate and me in that sexy lingerie had definitely turned her on, whether or not the things we wore were “in our age range.”

She bunched the panties in her fist and quickly shoved them into the front pocket of her jeans, but it was already too late. The secret was out: Aunt Barbara liked girls, even young girls, only 11 and 13 years old.

There was another thing we saw too. Our aunt had a bush, dark curly pubic hair. She’d trimmed the edges, but there was still a lot of hair. And in that hair were droplets of moisture, pussy juice. I could even see sticky strands between the hairs, clear evidence of her erotic arousal.

Aunt Barbara took the tap pants from Kate and pulled them up. It occurred to me then that as she wet as she was, it was going to leave a noticeable mark inside those expensive undies. Which, I’m sure, is why after she got them on she looked at herself only briefly in the mirror before saying, “Yes, I like these very much. I think I’ll buy them.”

Without another word, she took her jeans off the hook and stepped into them, quickly doing them up, then pulled the gold sweater over her head. Underneath she was wearing the La Perla panties and bra — with the tags still on them!

“Okay, girls, it’s almost time for dinner,” she said with what felt like forced casualness. “So, what do you think, do you like those things you have on? Would you like to pick something else? Anything you want, it’s fine.”

Smiling broadly, she stepped into her pumps, then opened the door of the booth. “I’ll just wait for you kids out here.”

A moment later, my sister and I were alone.

“Wow,” Kate said softly.

“Yeah, wow,” I agreed, nodding my head.

We didn’t have to say anything else. We both knew what we’d seen and what it meant, even if we couldn’t yet know what the final outcome would be.

As we started to change back into our clothes, I decided I really didn’t want my aunt to buy anything for me that day. I mean, $140 for a pair of panties? That’s ridiculous!

When Kate and I left the changing room, however, we found that the decision was out of our hands. The items we had with us — Kate’s two nighties and a thong, my cream-colored bra and tap pants set — were already paid for! Not only that, but Aunt Barbara insisted I choose something else as well, since Kate had three things. I tried to get out of it, I really did, but eventually gave in. I let her purchase an incredibly beautiful short silk robe for me too. It was almost $600!! Oh well, you only live once, I suppose, so you may as well do it dressed elegantly.

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