Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

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Maybe it was being naked with Cadence, a 10-year-old child, having my arms wrapped around her waist as we’d posed together while her mom and Hannah sketched us, knowing that if I slid my fingers down only a few inches I would be touching the girl’s smooth hairless slit…

Maybe it was the way Lynn had held me so tightly, or the way she’d looked into my eyes with such longing, such obvious lust, or the feel of her breath, so warm on my lips, scented with wine and passion…

Maybe it was seeing Hannah’s face between my legs later that night, glowing in the flickering light as she’d examined my sex, wanting to know me, to learn about me, to please me. The lamp was switched off but she’d lit a scented candle and asked me to turn around so she could get a good look…

Maybe it was how Kelsey, Hannah’s mum, had gazed at me over breakfast the next morning, her lovely brown eyes undressing me without shame, roaming up and down my body. She studied me the way she had before, licking her lips, making no attempt to conceal her illicit desires…

I don’t know for sure what it was, maybe all those things together, but anyway during the week that followed I was even more sex-obsessed than usual. I fantasized constantly and masturbated several times a day — in bed as soon I woke up, often a second time in the shower, yet again as soon as I got home from school — and if wasn’t allowed because of the rules to have sex with my mom or one of my sisters at night, I would masturbate in my room, making myself come again and again until finally I fell asleep, overcome with exhaustion, my fingers drenched, my pussy raw and sore.

Of course, I was able to have sex a couple of times that week. It had become our habit for Karen to drive me home on the days when I attended the advanced classes at her high school. We would nearly always spend an hour or so in that isolated area of the city park kissing and playing with each other. It may not have been full-blown lovemaking, just fondling and fingering, but it was very nice.

On Friday afternoon as we clutched and groped in the back seat of her old Toyota, after I’d already come once and Karen was trying to bring me to a second climax, rubbing my clit and sucking my tongue, she felt me flinch and heard an involuntary squeak of pain, something apart from my usual passionate moaning.

She drew her face away and asked, “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. It’s just, um, I’m a little sore, that’s all.”

“Sore? How come?”

“Well, because… it’s kind of embarrassing, but it’s because, you know, because I’ve been masturbating so much.”

“Really?” Karen laughed. “Oh my god, you’re so hot!” She kissed my mouth, giggling. “You really do it that much?”

“Yeah, sometimes I do. This week I have been anyway.”

“How come this week?”

“Well, it’s, there’s just a lot of things I’ve been thinking about. We have this teacher at our school, Ms. Firth. She’s so sexy and I think about her sometimes. And then, um…”

I hesitated, wondering if I should say anything about Cadence. Would Karen understand that? I made a spur of the moment decision to trust her.

“And, see, she has a daughter. I babysat for her. Her name is Cadence, she’s 10 years old, and she’s—”

“Omigod Julie!”

“What?”

“You like girls too? Little girls, I mean? Is that what you’re gonna tell me?”

Karen’s face glowed with excitement. I began to smile as I realized what it meant. She understood. She was one of us.

“Yeah, I do,” I told her. “I like little girls, a lot.”

“Me too!” she exclaimed, squeezing my hands. “Oh my god!” She threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. “Now I can tell you everything!”

I got the full story. It wasn’t only Miranda that Karen was having sex with — it was her daughter too, 8-year-old Marisol. Karen said Miranda had been sexual with the little girl for several years, since she was only 5. She’d kept that hidden from her husband and had never told anyone about it except for Karen. Not long after they met, they’d somehow recognized their common desires and Miranda had confessed. She and Karen were already lovers by then, and after that it became a three-way affair.

“So, in a way,” Karen concluded, “I guess you could say I have two girlfriends, both Miranda and Marisol, mother and daughter. And you don’t think that’s weird, right?”

“No, it’s great, it’s awesome, it’s… Karen, goddammit, you have to meet my family again. You can’t put it off any longer. I can’t tell you everything about us, not without my mom’s permission, but damn it, you just have to, all right?”

“All right,” she nodded, “I will. Now that you know my secret, all my secrets, I guess I’m ready.”

“Tonight,” I insisted. “Stay for dinner tonight. Come in with me when we get home and see Kate and Molly. My mom might be there too by now. Sometimes she comes home early from work on Fridays. Please say you will. You have to.”

“Okay,” the pretty teenager giggled, “you convinced me, I will. I’ll tell Miranda I’m not coming over until maybe later.”

As we drove, I called my mom on her cell phone. I caught her in the parking lot of the law firm, just about to leave.

“I hope it’s okay,” I told her, “but I asked someone to come to dinner tonight, a friend.”

“It’s fine, honey. Who is it?” my mother asked.

“Um, well, I want it to be a surprise. It’s someone you know but haven’t seen for a long time.” I was sure she would never in a million years guess who it was.

“All right,” she chuckled. “I like surprises. But, let’s see, I was planning to stop by Hunan Garden and bring home Chinese food for dinner. Do you think your friend would like that?”

I put the phone on mute and asked the teenager about it. “Sure, of course,” she nodded.

So it was all set. Ten minutes later Karen parked the Toyota in front of our house. Our mother wasn’t there yet. Before the girl got out, she took a deep breath. “Okay, here goes.”

I squeezed her hand. “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. Everybody likes you. We’ve all missed you a lot.”

We went inside. The first person we saw was Kate, who was on the sofa playing a video game.

“Katie, guess who’s here,” I said.

She turned and looked at us. Her eyes went wide and then a big smile split her cute face. “Karen! Oh my god!”

Dropping the controller, Kate jumped up and hugged Karen. “Wow, I can’t believe it’s you!” she exclaimed.

“Yeah, it’s me,” our former babysitter said. “I’m glad to see you again. You’ve grown up a lot.”

Kate had been only 9 when Karen last saw her, still just a skinny, flat-chested little kid. Now, more than two years later, she was taller and beginning to develop a bit of a figure. I could see in Karen’s eyes that she appreciated the changes.

“Where’s Molly?” I asked. “Is Chelsea here?”

“Yeah, um, they’re up in Molly’s room. Dana’s playing with them,” said Kate.

I went to the foot of the stairs. “Molly!” I called. “Come down here a minute!”

The door to her room burst open and my little sister came to the railing. She looked so pretty, with those abundant yellow curls framing her face. Kate and I were both brunettes, but Molly had inherited our mother’s beautiful blonde hair color.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Do you remember Karen?” I said.

“Karen? Karen?? Karen!!!” She flew down the stairs and leaped into the teenager’s arms, hugging and kissing her. Molly was always extremely affectionate, especially with our babysitters.

Chelsea and Dana had followed Molly out of the bedroom, and now joined us in the living room. They had never met Karen before, of course, but Dana knew the whole story, how I’d watched my mom have sex with her when Karen was only 14 — and I’d also told Karen about our unique relationship with the young mother and daughter, how we’d ‘adopted’ them as our sisters, though I hadn’t informed her yet about our sexual relationships with them.

I made the introductions and we all sat down. As we started to converse, catching up on all that had happened, we heard the garage door open. Mommy was home. I told the others to wait and went to the kitchen to greet her.

She came in through the garage, toting two large bags full of delicious-smelling food, along with her briefcase. I helped her put the stuff down, then asked her to close her eyes and led her into the family room, motioning Karen to stand up.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now,” I said.

“Oh my goodness — Karen!” My mother went quickly to the teenager, enfolding her in a warm hug.

I knew how nervous Karen had been about this meeting, worried that it might not go well, and I saw her blinking back tears as she accepted the embrace. Mommy squeezed her for a long time, rubbing the girl’s back, before finally holding her at arm’s length.

“Let me look at you. My gosh, what a wonderful surprise this is! You look great!” My mom’s eyes were wet too. She hugged Karen again.

We enjoyed our dinner, sharing all the yummy delicacies from Hunan Garden while talking nonstop. It was a lovely reunion. I’d made green tea, but about halfway through the meal Mommy decided to uncork a bottle of wine as well. She and Karen and Dana and I each drank a glass.

After we were done eating and had opened our fortune cookies — laughing as we all added “in bed” at the end — we sat in the family room to talk some more. Before long, Molly decided to get out her Legos, which she kept downstairs, and she and Chelsea and Dana played with them, sitting together on the floor. Dana looked so cute, barefoot in her short skirt, crouching with the little kids, giggling and building things. I could tell how happy she was to be part of a family.

Karen told us about her life, going to high school, making plans for college (she had excellent grades, had done very well on the SAT, and hoped to get a scholarship), and also about the other babysitting jobs she’d had after leaving us. I was wondering if she would say anything about what she’d done with the moms, since everyone there knew about her having sex with our mother — but then I realized that Karen didn’t actually know how much we all knew. The only thing she knew for sure was that I had seen my mom and her together. I hadn’t informed her yet about everything that had happened since then, all that had taken place between me and my mom and my sisters.

So, we sort of danced around the subject. It was really weird, because I was the only one there who had complete knowledge of everyone else’s secrets. My mother and the others didn’t know that Karen and I were having sex, nor anything at all about Karen’s involvement in an incestuous three-way with Miranda and her daughter Marisol, and Karen had no idea about our family’s intimate connections. How and when would we get around to sharing those things with each other?

I was hoping it might all come out that night, but it didn’t. Everyone just seemed a little bit too cautious. I suppose that’s not surprising, since this was the first time we’d seen each other in over two years. We all needed to develop more trust first.

At about 9:00, Karen got up to leave. She received lots of hugs and kisses from Molly and Kate and Mommy and me, and some from Dana and Chelsea as well.

“Now, listen,” my mother said to her, “we have to see you again soon. Can you come back to dinner again with us next Friday night? Please say you will.”

“Okay, I will,” Karen grinned. She got a kiss on the lips from my mom for that.

I walked the girl out to her car. Before she got in, she gave me a huge tight hug, practically squeezing the air out of me. “Thank you, Julie, for making me do this. I’m so glad I did. I feel a lot better now.”

“Good, I’m glad. I’ll see you on Monday. But, um, before you go, is it all right if I tell my mother about, you know, about you and me? I don’t like keeping anything from her.”

“Oh, um…”

“She won’t mind, she’ll be glad. You know how she, I mean, how she likes girls and everything. But I’ll only tell her about us, not about you and Miranda or anything like that yet,” I assured her. “And, like, I’ll tell you a lot more too on Monday about us, about our family, okay?”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I can’t say more now, but you’ll like it, I promise. But first just tell me it’s okay for me to tell my mom about you and me. It is, right?”

“Well, yeah, I guess so. I trust you.”

“Good.” I pulled her close and kissed her lips, finishing with a smack. “See you Monday. G’night!”

Waving, I ran back up to the house, blew one more kiss as I watched her drive away, then went inside, feeling very happy.

In the family room, I found Molly and Chelsea doing their best to convince Mommy we should play Undercover Spy. It had been three weeks since we’d all played the game together, our mother joining us for the first time then.

“But you kids can play it tomorrow night with Samantha,” my mom said, “while Dana and I are out with Megan. Wouldn’t you rather play the game with her?”

“Yeah, we will, but we want to play with you now!” Molly insisted.

“Please, Mommy, play with us!” Chelsea jumped up and down, her hands clasped, begging. “Please?”

“Well,” our mother laughed, “all right, if it means that much to you.”

“Yay!” the little girls cheered.

So, we played another game of Undercover Spy. Mommy was the evil scientist this time. The younger kids, Molly and Chelsea, and Kate too, seemed to enjoy the running and chasing and wrestling the most, but my favorite part was definitely the naked strip-search in the pitch black closet. I absolutely loved doing that.

We concluded the game in a pile of nude sweaty bodies on our mother’s bed, four girls and two women all tangled together. Naturally, we went straight from there to having sex. It was fabulous.

After we finished, Dana decided to sleep with Chelsea and Molly. I suggested they use my room, since it had a queen-size bed, and they agreed. Kate and I stayed with Mommy in her bed. My sister, who almost always fell asleep before me, soon was snoring away.

As I snuggled close to my mother in the dark, I let her know about me and Karen, that she and I would usually spend an hour or so in the park three days a week, kissing and fingering each other.

“There’s more too, a lot more,” I whispered, “but I can’t tell you that yet because I promised her I wouldn’t.”

“All right, that’s fine.” Mommy softly kissed me. “It’s good to keep your promises.”

“Yeah. But um, on Monday, I want to tell Karen about us, about our family, the stuff we do. I know she’ll like it, and then we can, you know, we can all do stuff together. All of us, with Karen, and… maybe with some others too, but I’ll have to tell you about that later.”

My mom gave me another kiss, this one lingering, her tongue caressing my lips. “All right,” she whispered, “I trust you. I know you’ll do the right thing.”

I returned the kiss, opening my mouth, letting her tongue inside. We pressed our bodies together, mother and daughter deeply in love. She pulled me on top of her, spreading her legs, arching her pelvis, thrusting her cunt against mine.

“Fuck me,” she urged. And so I did.

* * *

The next night, Saturday, Megan brought Samantha to our house after dinner. As planned, the 7-year-old would stay with us for a sleepover while her mom went out dancing with Dana and our mother. Molly and I had talked about asking Lindsey and Hannah to join us too, except it turned out that this was Kelsey’s 33rd birthday and Lauren was taking them all out to dinner to celebrate.

My eyes boggled when Megan came through the front door. She looked totally amazing, in a dark blue dolman sleeve sweater falling off one shoulder, spike heels, and the shortest skirt I’d seen her in yet. I swear if she bent over even one inch you could see her bottom. Not that I was complaining!

Dana gave the redhead a big hug and kiss. It was sort of comical, though, because with Megan being so tall already, maybe 5’10”, plus wearing heels — and with Dana being so tiny, not even five feet and in flat shoes, they really had to stretch for their lips to meet. Which meant I was able to enjoy a very nice view of Megan’s shapely buttocks. I had deliberately positioned myself behind her, hoping that would happen. Extremely naughty, I know.

My mom greeted Megan too with a big squeeze, although since they were almost the same height I didn’t get quite as good a show. Mommy was in a flowered oriental-style satin dress with cap sleeves. It was high-neck and knee-length but had a slit on one side showing a lot of thigh. Dana, for her part, was wearing a plaid jumper and a white button-up blouse with white knee socks and Mary Jane shoes. The little jumper was very short, of course.

It was already almost 9:00, so the women got set to leave. They told Kate and me the kids had to be in bed by 10:00 — well, maybe 10:30 — all right, 11:00, they finally agreed, but no later than that!

Then they were gone and we could have fun with our game. I’d already played Undercover Spy with Samantha twice before, but I really looked forward to getting my hands on her sweet little body again. God, I’m such a perv.

The game was a blast, as always. Kate let me take the role of evil scientist, so I had the pleasure of four nude young girls, between ages 7 and 11, crawling all over me, grabbing me, rubbing themselves on me. So very nice. By the time it ended, I was visibly creamy, and I noticed Kate was too.

But now I had a decision to make. I’d never had sex with Samantha, and as far as I knew, no one else had either. On the other hand, she and Chelsea had spent many nights in each other’s beds at sleepovers, and I knew how much Chelsea enjoyed sex play. It was possible Samantha wasn’t so innocent after all. I couldn’t know for sure, though, not without asking, and I decided not to do that yet. Better just to wait and not take chances.

All this went through my mind in the space of a few seconds as we were recovering from the frenzied activity of the spy game — sitting on my bed together, panting, giggling, cheeks red, all of us naked and sweaty.

In place of sex, I made another suggestion. “Okay, you guys, it’s still pretty early, not even 10:00 yet, so you can stay up a while longer. But I have an idea. You want to go take a shower, all of us at once? Not in my bathroom, we couldn’t fit, but in Mommy’s shower. It’s bigger. You want to? And after that, we can have ice cream, okay?”

Everyone thought that sounded great. We trooped off to our mother’s bedroom and crowded into her double-size shower stall, getting soapy and sudsy, washing each other, our hands sliding all around, fingers going everywhere. We weren’t exactly having sex, not quite, but it was a nice substitute.

Then we had ice cream, and after that, Chelsea asked if I would tell them a story. She remembered the exciting bedtime stories that had so thrilled the child when I first began to babysit her.

“One was about a big bad mommy,” the tiny blonde breathlessly told the other kids, “who pretended to eat up her three little girls, only the mommy was only joking and really just tickled them and loved them. And, um, one was about these two girls, sisters, who get lost in the forest at night. But then they meet a lady who looks like their mom, only it’s not their mom, only it is. That’s how it goes.”

Although her description of the second story — my naughty variation on the Hansel and Gretel fairy tale — was somewhat confusing, it was enough to pique the interest of both Molly and Samantha. They asked me to tell that one again. I was glad to do it, because then I wouldn’t have to invent yet another story.

We went up to Molly’s room, still naked, all five of us seated crossways on her single bed, leaning against the wall, cushioned by pillows. I was in the middle, with Molly and Kate on one side, Chelsea and Samantha on the other.

I began the tale, only this time making it about three girls, naming them Samantha, Chelsea, and Molly, of course. They weren’t sisters, but neighbors in a small village. When they came upon a cottage hidden in the forest, the morning after becoming lost, they found three women living there who happened to look very much like the girls’ moms, except for their hair and eye coloring which were opposite from reality. Other than that, the story followed basically the same plot, with the spell of the magician being broken only when each girl placed a kiss on the pussy lips of the woman who looked so much like her mother — who then magically turned back into her real mother, and they all lived happily ever after.

The kids seemed to love the story, and it also appeared to have the effect of making them sleepy. By then it was almost 11:00, so Kate and I tucked the three girls into Molly’s bed, gave them goodnight kisses, and turned out the light.

We went back to my room and got in bed together. Kate couldn’t stop talking about my story, how wonderful it was, how smart I was for devising it — and how deliciously dirty it was too, with the little girls essentially being told it would make their mothers very happy if they kissed their pussies! Molly and Chelsea had already done that in real life, of course, many times, but I was almost certain Samantha never had and likely had never even thought of such a thing.

What would happen now, we wondered… would Samantha tell Megan about the naughty bedtime story? If she did, what would Megan think? Would it make her angry, or might it possibly arouse her?

My sister and I had fun speculating about it, snuggling together under the covers, giggling and sometimes kissing. We’d decided not to make love, however, because we wanted to be sure we heard the moms come in. We were hoping something might happen between them, something sexual, and if it did, we wanted to watch.

“And masturbate,” Kate added.

“Well, yeah, of course, and masturbate,” I grinned, giving her a kiss.

Just before midnight, we heard the garage door open. The women had taken only one car, so they should all three be together. But would Megan come inside now, or would she just drive straight home?

We got out of bed, nude, and crept to the door, opening it slightly, listening for voices. It wasn’t cold at all, the house was warm, but Kate was shivering with excitement. We heard them coming in through the kitchen into the family room, and sure enough, we could hear three different voices. Mommy was asking Megan if she wanted a nightcap, a brandy, and she accepted. Hurray!

Silently, we snuck out into the hall, staying in the shadows, looking down through the gaps in the railing. What we saw was very promising. While our mom went to the liquor cabinet to get the drinks, Dana put her arms around Megan. They began to kiss, except their exaggerated height difference made it rather awkward. With a laugh, Megan sat down on the sofa to remove her spike heels, which had ankle straps — but as soon as she did, Dana pounced on her.

As our mother approached with the tray holding three snifters, she found the young women feverishly kissing, groping, and humping — Megan’s long legs already spread wide, Dana’s hands reaching under the redhead’s sweater, grabbing her boobs.

Mommy chuckled, “Well, I suppose I could drink all of these myself. Or maybe I should just jump in, get some of that too.”

Blushing, Megan gently pushed Dana off her and sat up, pulling her dark blue sweater back in place while trying to adjust her micro-mini skirt to conceal her crotch, which was almost impossible. “Sorry,” she mumbled.

“Don’t apologize,” our mother said, setting down the tray and handing the woman a brandy. “It’s fine. You can do anything you want here, anything at all. And as I said, I’d love to join you.”

“Oh, um, okay,” Megan replied, still blushing furiously.

Mommy gave Dana a glass, then lifted her own, proposing a toast. “The night is young, and so are we, young and sexy. Let’s enjoy ourselves.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Dana giggled, downing the brandy in one gulp.

Megan didn’t say anything, just nodded and took a small sip, wrinkling her nose. She’d told us before that she didn’t drink very much. Mommy smiled at the woman as she swirled her snifter, inhaling the aroma. Dana, meanwhile, put her glass down and wrapped her arms around Megan again, kissing her ear and nuzzling her neck.

“Are they gonna do it?” Kate whispered. I glanced to the side. My sister was rubbing herself, masturbating. I hadn’t started yet.

“I don’t know,” I breathed. “I guess we’ll find out.”

Our mother, who was standing, crossed over to an armchair facing the sofa. After setting the snifter on a side table, she slipped out of her shoes and then hiked up her tight dress, reaching underneath to pull her panties down. She stepped out of them and sat in the chair, spreading her legs.

“You two go ahead,” Mommy purred as she slid both hands down to her crotch. “I like to watch.”

“Wow,” Megan sighed, blushing again. Dana was groping her breasts through the sweater while kissing and licking her neck. The tall young woman swallowed a big gulp of the brandy, wincing a bit, then put the glass down and turned to Dana with a smile.

Mommy watched, and Kate and I watched, and we all three masturbated as the blonde and the redhead began to make love. This went on for several minutes, clothes gradually falling away, a top, a skirt, a jumper, a blouse… they were almost naked when Megan suddenly sat up, pushing Dana away again.

“I’m sorry, I, I just — I want to, but,” she stammered, “I just — I’m sorry, but I can’t, I mean, I’m too nervous like this, with you watching us. I’m sorry, I really want to, but —”

“Honey, don’t worry, it’s fine.” Our mother got up from the chair and went to them, stroking Megan’s cheek. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’ll go on upstairs and leave you two alone, okay?”

Without waiting for a reply, she left them, heading barefoot up to the second floor, carrying her high heels and her panties.

I heard Kate gasp. She seemed ready to panic, fearing we would be caught doing something bad.

“Shh,” I whispered, taking her arm, “it’s okay. Just wait.”

As Mommy reached the top of the stairs, she saw us. She smiled and winked, walking past us to her bedroom at the end of the hall. She went inside and closed the door, but less than a minute later, as I’d expected, the door quietly opened and she came back out, naked. Our mother tiptoed down the hall toward us, holding a finger to her lips.

While this was happening, Dana had been reassuring Megan, petting and soothing her. By the time Mommy returned, the two were starting to kiss again. Within a few minutes they were totally into it, panties off now, completely nude, running their hands all over one another, sucking tongues and moaning.

We stood in the shadows, masturbating together as we spied on them. But when Dana got down between Megan’s legs and began to lick her, our mom suddenly knelt in front of Kate and me. She kissed my pussy, licking me, tasting my wetness. Then she put a hand between my thighs, feeling for the opening to my vagina, and slowly slid one finger up inside. I stifled a groan. It felt fantastic. She gave my pussy one more kiss, then turned to Katie. While still fucking me, Mommy kissed and licked my sister’s pussy, then put a finger inside her too.

As we watched Dana and Megan make love on the sofa — now in a ’69’ — Kate and I relished the feeling of having our mother fuck us both at the same time. She went back and forth between our pussies, kissing and licking but never ceasing the movement of her fingers, that insistent pumping action inside our dripping vaginas. I was quickly getting close and I was sure Kate was too.

When I heard Megan cry out, apparently reaching climax, and a moment later heard Dana making the same sort of sounds, that was all it took. I did my best to stay quiet as a powerful orgasm jolted through me, spasms shaking my body, heat radiating from my center, warm liquids drenching my mother’s hand. Somehow, just barely, I managed to keep from screaming in my ecstasy, though that wasn’t easy.

As I finally finished — choking back gasps, sucking for air, covered in a sheen of sweat, pussy still pulsating — I felt Mommy grip my hand. She’d gotten to her feet and was leading Kate and me down the hall toward her room. My eyes blinked open, still blurry.

She took us inside and closed the door. It was dark. We heard her say, “It’s a lot of fun watching them, it really is — but oh my god I want to fuck you girls so bad!”

We fell onto her bed in a tangle of limbs, and for the next hour or so my mother, my sister, and I enjoyed wonderful, delicious, beautiful, fulfilling, spectacular incestuous lesbian sex.

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