Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

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I woke up in my mother’s bed. Dana was snoozing beside me, but my mom wasn’t there. I heard the shower running in her bathroom and on impulse decided to go join her.

Mommy and I didn’t bathe very often together at home, or hadn’t anyway since I was quite young, although we enjoyed doing it when we were away on our trips. But it was nice to be in the steamy shower with her that morning, rubbing soap on each other’s naked bodies, kissing, touching… and then, of course, masturbating one another.

After we got out and my mom was blow-drying her hair, I went to check on Dana, whom I found still sleeping. I thought about waking her up and having sex with her — but then out in the hall I heard the raucous chatter of four little girls: Molly, Emily, Chelsea, and Samantha were awake. I waited until they’d gone downstairs, then went to my room and got dressed.

Not long after they finished breakfast, Molly and Emily got on the phone. They were talking to Riley. Apparently sometime earlier in the week a tentative plan had been made for a four-girl slumber party at Riley’s house, including Lindsey, and they were confirming that. I overheard Emily say something about playing Undercover Spies. That game was getting to be quite popular! I wondered if they might get Riley’s older sister Alexa to play it with them too, and possibly even her pretty mom, Paula. It made me wish I could be there to see it.

But two other sleepovers were being arranged at almost the same time. Samantha invited Chelsea to stay at her place that evening, and meantime Hannah called me on my cell phone and asked if I could come to their house for dinner and to spend the night. I checked with my mom and she said it was fine. So everything was set.

* * *

At about 5:30, I walked the few blocks to Hannah’s house. Something smelled good when I came in the door. Kelsey, Hannah’s mum, told me she was making bangers and mash. I had no idea what that was, but it turned out to be fried sausages and mashed potatoes. These were served with onion gravy, and peas on the side. It was delicious!

As we were eating, Kelsey announced that she’d found a job. She would be starting work on Monday at a small company that did graphic design, specializing in cartoon character labels for children’s toys and breakfast cereals, that sort of thing. That sounded like fun. Kelsey said her job would be mostly clerical, but that she also might have the opportunity from time to time to assist with some of the artwork. She was excited about it.

We watched TV for a while after dinner, and then at 9:00 Hannah and I said goodnight and went to her room. Lauren and Kelsey stayed up watching the ‘telly’, as they called it.

As soon as she shut the door behind us, Hannah asked, “Wanna sleep in the buff?” Her eyes were shining, gorgeous smile a mile wide.

“Naked?”

“Uh-huh, same’s we did at your place last week.”

“Okay, sure.”

With a giggle, the cute redhead ripped off her t-shirt and pushed down her shorts and panties. She was already barefoot and wasn’t wearing a bra, so almost instantly she was nude.

“Wow,” I said. “That was fast.”

“Come on, eh? You too.”

“Okay.”

Hannah sat on the bed and watched as I peeled off the two shirts I was wearing (it had turned a little cold that day) and then my bra, my jeans, my panties, and finally my socks.

She jumped up and grabbed my hand, “Let’s clean our teeth and get in bed.”

“All right.”

I got my toothbrush from my bag and we waltzed out into the hall, stark naked. Neither of the two moms could see us from where they were sitting in the living room, but I wondered what would happen or what they would say if they found us like that. Perhaps nothing? Casual nudity might be commonplace in their house, I wasn’t sure. Anyway, we brushed our teeth, peed, then raced back to Hannah’s room and slid into her bed.

My friend and I huddled together under the covers, giggling and getting warm. After a few seconds, she asked, “Do you wanna do some kissing now, or masturbate first?”

“Well, um, last week, remember when you said you wanted to do something more with me? You know, like, more than just kissing and masturbating? Remember?”

She hesitated, then whispered, “Yeah.”

“So, I mean, do you want to do that now?”

There was no reply. Only the soft sound of her breathing.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I said.

“No, I do… I want to. But, um, can I tell you something first?”

“Of course. You can tell me anything.”

“It’s about Miss Firth.”

“Okay.”

“Well, you know how she told me about getting divorced and all?”

“Uh-huh.”

“So, she told me last night, after she got back from her date… well, I mean, she told me not to tell anyone else, but I asked her if I could tell you since you were my best friend, right?”

It was nice to hear that Hannah thought of me as her best friend. I liked her a lot too. “Okay,” I said.

“Anyhow, Miss Firth told me I could tell you, but no one else. But she said she thought I should know, since I would be babysitting and I might see her and everything.”

“See her?”

“Her date, I mean. That I might, like, see her date if she came to their place or something. She’s going out with a woman.”

“She is?”

“Uh-huh. And she told me that’s why they got divorced, her husband and her. Because she’d been seeing this woman — her name is Sylvia — and that’s why they got divorced, because Miss Firth wouldn’t stop seeing her.”

“Wow, she told you all that?”

“Yeah, she did.”

“That’s amazing.”

“Uh-huh, but you know what else?” she asked.

“What.”

“She, um, she said that now that she’s single and everything, she’s not sure she wants to just be with Sylvia. She might start going out with other women, and that’s why she wanted me to know, because if she didn’t tell me and I found out, I might tell someone else and she might get in trouble or something.”

“What do you mean, in trouble?”

“I don’t know, but, like, maybe the school would be angry with her or something.”

I shook my head. “I don’t think they’d mind. The school wouldn’t care who she’s dating or who she’s sleeping with — as long as it wasn’t a student or something.”

“Yeah… a student…”

Hannah was quiet, and I was too, for half a minute or so.

Finally I said, “Are you thinking the same thing I am?”

“Maybe.”

“About Ms. Firth?”

“What about her?”

“Well, I mean, if she likes women, maybe she likes girls too.”

“What do you mean?”

“She might like us. You and me.”

“Oh, wow…”

“I think we should try to seduce her.”

“Oh my god, Julie! That is — that is brilliant!”

Hannah put her hand between my legs, on my pussy. I was lying on my back, and she was on her side, snuggled up close. She had never touched me that way before, nothing like it at all.

I turned my head toward her. Our noses were touching, our lips nearly so. I whispered, “Do you want to seduce her? Do you want to have sex with Ms. Firth?”

“I do…” she breathed. Her fingers were moving now, gently stroking my labia.

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

“Yes.”

We kissed. I turned onto my side. We kissed deeply, wetly, passionately, wrapping our arms around each other, pulling our bodies together. Hannah and I had kissed like that before, using tongues and everything, but never with so much intensity. We were both on fire, inflamed with lust, burning with excitement not only over the idea of having sex with each other, but with our plan to seduce our teacher.

Our lovemaking that first time was urgent, frenzied, almost clumsy in its haste. Hannah may have been a virgin, but she was ready and willing to try just about anything. We pawed at one another, grabbing and squeezing, kissing and licking. We sucked nipples and fingered pussies (she was no virgin in that sense, I discovered — her hymen was definitely gone). I went down on her, bringing her to orgasm with a finger inside her and my mouth on her clit, then I sat on her face. Hannah didn’t know what to do exactly but picked it up quickly enough, and anyway I was so turned on that all I had to do was ride her tongue, hump her mouth for a few seconds, and soon I was climaxing. I let her keep eating me, though, so she could learn more, until I came a second time.

After that we slowed down a little bit. We kissed for a while, and then I taught her about tribbing. She’d seen women doing it in porn videos but didn’t know whether it would work in real life. I showed her that it did. I fucked Hannah, and then she turned me over and fucked me.

Finally we were done, worn out. Our pussies were sore. Before we fell asleep, however, we confirmed our plan, our goal. We made a pact that night, Hannah and I, that before the school year was over, we both would have sex with our teacher, Ms. Firth, preferably at the same time. That was the last thought on our minds as we drifted off, cuddling close, smelling of sex, dreaming of seduction.

* * *

As had happened before, the first time I slept over at Hannah’s house, I awoke in the night to a bumping sound. I knew immediately what it was — or at least what I thought it was.

Hannah was on her side, turned away from me, sleeping peacefully. I slipped out of bed, nude, and crept to the door, opening it slightly. The sound was clearer. Stepping into the hall, I made my way to Lauren and Kelsey’s bedroom door. I paused, listening. The noise, I was certain, was a bed bumping against the wall. I tried to hear voices.

“Fuck me! Fuck my cunt!”

This time, there was no doubt. The women were much louder than the time before. I could hear exactly what they were saying.

“You gonna come for me? Huh? Come while I’m fucking you?” That was Kelsey.

“Yeah, yeah — do it — harder! Come on — harder! Fuck me! Fuck me!” That was Lauren, I could tell. Her voice was higher-pitched, her accent less pronounced.

I stayed a minute longer, listening closely, waiting to see if I would hear another voice. I wanted to be absolutely sure there wasn’t a man in there with them too. There wasn’t. It was only the two of them.

Lauren climaxed, loudly, and soon after that they quieted down. I decided I’d heard enough, and didn’t want to get caught, so I tiptoed back to the bedroom and climbed under the covers. I rubbed myself again, even though I was pretty sore, masturbating in the dark as I pictured Hannah’s mom fucking Lindsey’s mom. After I came, I quickly fell asleep.

* * *

On Monday, during lunch in the cafeteria, Hannah said to me, “Don’t wear jeans tomorrow, right?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Because tomorrow’s Tuesday — Art & Design — Miss Firth, you twit!”

“Oh, yeah. Um, okay.”

Most days I wore jeans to school without even thinking about it. That was simply the most comfortable way for me to dress. It was sort of embarrassing then that Hannah had to remind me of our pact to seduce the teacher.

“Put on the shortest skirt you can get away with,” she said. “I will too. We can try and open our legs and give her a peek at our knickers.”

“Our panties.”

“Right.”

“Cool. Good idea.” I smiled at the cute redhead, feeling a warm stirring between my legs as I imagined Ms. Firth staring at my exposed crotch. “It reminds of when I… I mean…”

“Of what?”

I’d started to say it reminded me of the time I went to my mom’s office after school one day and let her look up my skirt and then we masturbated together. But I couldn’t tell Hannah about that!

So I said, “Oh, before I knew you, when I was flirting with someone else, an older girl. Anyway, um, what skirt do you think you’ll wear?”

* * *

The next day we were both showing plenty of leg. I was wearing a tight denim mini while Hannah was in a flippy little pleated plaid skirt that barely covered her butt. The school had rules about dress lengths for girls, but in practice they weren’t enforced. Everyone pretty much wore whatever they felt like wearing and no one said anything about it.

Hannah had more opportunities than I did to flash our teacher during class that day and readily took advantage of them. She was shameless. I tried to do the same, but was more hesitant, not wanting to let the other students notice. Unfortunately, I’m not sure if Ms. Firth ever noticed me either.

When the period ended, Hannah was asked to stay late again. I wondered if she might get in trouble for what she’d been doing, but that wasn’t it at all. At lunch she told me, “I’m babysitting again on Saturday night for Cadence. You want to come?”

“What do you mean?”

“Come with me to Miss Firth’s. We can babysit together. I asked her if we could, and she said it’s fine. We can split the pay. Are you free Saturday night?”

“Um, yeah, I think so.”

This would be interesting. I’d never done a combined babysitting job like that. I wondered, would Hannah and I maybe fool around together after we got the kid in bed? Or maybe fool around with the kid, before we put her to bed?

“So, um… tell me more about Cadence. What’s she like?”

“Oh, uh, let’s see. She’s kind of short, like me, but shorter ‘cause she’s younger. She has long brown hair, straight, like her mum’s. Dimples, a cute face with sort of chubby cheeks, like a dumpling. She likes to draw. That’s what we did together last time. She’s very sweet, you’ll like her.”

“Okay, cool, that sounds great. It’ll be fun.”

* * *

On Friday night that week, my mother and I got dressed up and she took me out to dinner. She would try to do something like that maybe once a month or so, get a little time for just the two of us together.

And, oh my god, it was incredibly romantic… soft candlelight, a secluded table near the back of the restaurant, my lover holding my hand and gazing into my eyes… I could feel my pussy getting all creamy and juicy as Mommy leaned toward me and tenderly kissed my lips. My heart was pounding, my cheeks flushed. I squeezed my legs together, making my clit throb. Having her act that way with me in public was so thrilling, so exciting. What if someone saw us!

After dinner we went to see a movie. It was called Water Lilies, in French with English subtitles. The movie was really good and really sexy, but the best part about it was that during one of the hot love scenes — between teenage lesbians, not much older than I was! — my mom put her hand on my thigh, then slid it up under my dress. I opened my legs and she fondled me in the darkness. I didn’t actually come, but it felt wonderful having her touch me that way, so intimate and erotic and forbidden, all at once.

We held hands on the way out of the theater after the movie ended, and as soon as we were in the car I was all over her, grabbing and kissing, wanting, needing to make love with her. My mother laughed and started the engine. “Wait till we get home, sugar. Then you can do anything you want with me — and with your sisters too, for that matter.”

Molly and Kate had stayed home that evening with Dana and Chelsea. I’m sure they must have had their own kind of naughty fun while we were out. By the time we got back, though, it was past 11:00, and Chelsea and Molly were already asleep. Katie and Dana were on the sofa, both naked, watching one of Dana’s porn movies. Well, sort of watching, but having sex too.

They didn’t stop when we came in. We said hi, and they said hi, then Mommy and I went upstairs to her room so we could fuck. I had almost an hour alone with her, eating her pussy, sucking her nipples, sitting on her face, tribbing with her, before the others joined us. First it was only Dana and Kate, but after a few minutes my mom went and got the younger kids, waking them so they could play with us too. They never seemed to mind that at all.

We had family sex, two women and four girls rolling around on Mommy’s king-size bed, doing everything you can think of, reveling in all the delicious pleasures of lesbian incest.

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