Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

“Is this their house?”

“Uh-huh, it sure is.”

I held my daughter’s hand as we walked up the steps, Kerie gawking the whole way. Compared to our small bungalow, this three-story Victorian must have looked to her like a castle.

Tina opened the extra-wide front door with its etched glass window before we’d even reached it.

“Hi!” the cute brunette beamed, her hair in a ponytail. “Come on in!”

We entered the foyer and she closed the door behind us.

“Tina, this is my daughter, Kerie,” I said. “Kerie, this is Tina Knight, one of the, uh, students at my school.”

“Oh, yeah, um, hi,” Kerie grinned, somewhat bashfully. She knew Tina was the girl I’d had oral sex with a few days earlier, and perhaps was trying to picture that.

“Hi, Kerie, it’s good to meet you,” said Tina. “I like that pretty dress.”

“Thank you.”

I’d asked Kerie to wear something special to dinner that night in place of her typical shorts and t-shirt. She was in a lovely blue satin dress with white lace trim, along with white tights and black patent leather shoes.

Taking Kerie’s hand, Tina said, “Come on, I’ll introduce you to my mom and my sister,” and took her back through the house toward the kitchen.

I followed just behind, admiring Tina’s slim legs and her sexy butt. She wore sandals, a tight tank top, and denim short-shorts — so short the edges of her cheeks were showing.

The aromas from the kitchen were nearly as alluring as the teen’s derriere. I couldn’t identify all the scents, but certainly garlic, olive oil, and tomato sauce were among them. It made my mouth water.

Tina pushed open the swinging door. “Mom? They’re here!”

“Oh, wonderful!” exclaimed Valerie, wiping her hands on a towel. “Come in, it’s so good to see you again.”

The woman took my hand in one of hers, placing the other on my shoulder, squeezing warmly as she kissed my cheek. She was in a sleeveless scarlet blouse, tucked in but unbuttoned halfway down to show tanned cleavage, and wore form-fitting caramel slacks cinched with a narrow black belt, along with black heels.

I returned the kiss. “Hi, Valerie, it’s good to see you too. Thanks so much for inviting us.”

“You’re welcome, of course. We’re very glad to have you.” She turned to Kerie. “And who is this little beauty? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a prettier girl!”

Kerie smiled and blushed, twisting side to side, enjoying the compliment but obviously embarrassed.

“This is my daughter, Kerie,” I said. “Kerie, this is Ms. Knight. Please say hello to her.”

“Um, hello.”

Valerie knelt in front of Kerie, taking both her hands in hers. “You are just too adorable. I’m so happy you and your mommy have come for dinner with us tonight. And I love that pretty blue dress.”

“Thank you.”

As Valerie and Kerie chatted briefly, I glanced at Becky, standing off to the side. I winked at the angelic blonde. She wore a frilly apron over a pair of denim shorts trimmed in eyelet. Her top appeared to be a snug white shirt, or perhaps a leotard. The apron covered most of it and I was eager for Becky to take that off, hoping I might then have a nice view of her developing chest.

Standing up, Valerie said to Kerie, “I’d like you to meet my other daughter. This is Becky. Becky, say hi to Kerie.”

“Hi,” Becky mumbled.

The two little girls sized each other up. I was concerned at first that their two-year age difference — Becky was nearly 11, Kerie only 8 and a half — might keep them from becoming friends, though ultimately it didn’t. For now, though, they gazed at one another warily.

“Everything’s just about ready,” said Valerie, “but we have a few minutes to relax first. Come, let’s go in the living room and sit down.”

Becky did take off her apron then — hurray! — and I got to see what I’d hoped to see. The thin white material of the leotard hid almost nothing. It clung to the girl, clearly outlining small buds capped by puffy nipples. Even the dark pink color of her nipples was visible through it. I wasn’t sure I’d ever allow Kerie to wear anything quite so revealing in front of guests, but I was happy Valerie had!

As Kerie and I took seats on the sofa, Valerie said to me, “Would you like an aperitivo? Perhaps a Campari Soda?”

“Is that, uh, what you’re going to have?”

“Yes, I think I will.”

“All right, that sounds nice. Thank you.” I’d never had one, but it should be worth trying.

“How about you, honey?” she asked Kerie. “Would you like some juice? Or maybe a Coke?”

“Um, yeah, I guess a Coke, please.”

It made me proud to see my daughter using good manners. I patted her leg and smiled at her.

“Tina, you can help me with the drinks,” said Valerie. “Becky, why don’t you stay here and get better acquainted, okay?”

“Okay.”

After a moment’s hesitation, the beautiful girl sat down beside Kerie. She perched on the edge of the sofa, half-facing toward us, smiling prettily.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Becky’s chest. Did she notice how I was staring at her? Did I care about that? I did not! I ogled the young blonde, mentally undressing her, making love to her. She either had no idea what I was doing or it didn’t bother her. Perhaps she was used to being stared at so salaciously.

“What grade are you in?” she asked Kerie.

“Um, third. What grade are you in?”

“Fifth. Do you like school? ‘Cuz I hate it.”

“Me too,” Kerie giggled. “I hate it.”

“I like some stuff, I guess,” said Becky, “but most of it’s just stupid.”

“Yeah, it’s stupid,” Kerie agreed.

It occurred to me that I ought to correct these insolent children, explain to them the value of a good education — but wisely refrained. It was nice to see the girls beginning to form a bond, whether or not I approved of what they were saying.

Tina and Valerie returned with our drinks. After sitting and talking and sipping for several minutes, we moved into the formal dining room, to a table set with china, silver, and crystal.

The first course was Pasta e Fagioli, absolutely delicious, served with crusty rolls. Then came small plates of Gnocchi Gorgonzola, even more delicious. Valerie brought out a bottle of Pinot Grigio, which she and I enjoyed with the first two courses. Tina was allowed a glass as well. The kids both drank Cokes.

By the time the Eggplant Parmigiana was served, I was already feeling stuffed. But it was so wonderful — hot and steamy from the oven, drenched in a rich cheesy tomato sauce flavored with basil — that I actually asked for seconds. I like to think I’m a fairly good cook, but next to Valerie I’m an amateur. The Chianti she poured with the dish was a perfect complement. All in all, it was a magnificent meal, one of the best I’ve ever had.

When I was finally done, I sat back in my chair, grinning goofily as I patted my full belly. Between the wine, the food, and so many attractive feminine faces surrounding me, I felt a little giddy. What a great night!

“Did you save room for dessert?” Valerie asked.

“No, sorry, I sure didn’t,” I chuckled, shaking my head. “Not a speck of room in there. But you can ask me later — like maybe in a week or two.”

She laughed with me, and we got up from the table.

“Can I help you with the dishes?” I offered.

“Thank you, that’s very sweet, but the girls will take care of it. Kerie, would you be a darling and give Becky and Tina a hand with the cleanup? That way your mommy and I can talk for a while.”

Kerie nodded cheerfully, “Sure, okay,” and set right to work helping clear the table. Valerie took my arm and led me back into the living room.

“They’ll bring coffee in a few minutes,” Valerie said, “as soon as it’s brewed. That is, if you’d like some.”

“Yes, I would. Thank you.”

“Now, let’s you and I get comfortable.”

We sat down side by side on the brocade sofa. I wondered momentarily if this was where Valerie and Tina watched lesbian porn and masturbated together — but then I realized there was no TV that I could see. It must be another room where that took place, perhaps upstairs somewhere.

Valerie slipped out of her black pumps and tucked one foot up under herself, turning toward me, placing a hand on my shoulder, gently caressing.

I crossed my legs and smiled at her. My peep toe heels had straps and weren’t that easy to remove, so I left them on. Anyway, I liked the way I looked, seductively swinging my leg with the sexy shoe in front of the woman. The tight skirt I wore came to mid-thigh. As I’ve said, I don’t really think I have the shapeliest legs, but I enjoy showing skin under the right circumstances. I hoped these were the right circumstances.

“That daughter of yours is a living doll,” Valerie said, “as I knew she would be. So cute, so polite, so smart. Just adorable in every way.”

“Oh, thank you. I appreciate that. I think your girls are pretty amazing too. Tina is, well, Tina’s really special. And Becky, she’s almost impossibly beautiful. She’s… I just… I can’t stop looking at her.”

That was more of an admission than perhaps I should have made. My inhibitions had been lowered a lot that evening. Luckily Valerie didn’t seem offended.

“Yes,” she chuckled, “I can see you’re drawn to her. I saw that the first day you were here, when you first met her.”

I swallowed hard. Was it really that obvious? It seems I needed to be much more careful. “I, um, I…”

She patted my shoulder. “It’s all right, don’t worry. It’s normal to show interest in an appealing young girl like Becky. All of us are… pulled in that direction sometimes, I think. I know I have been at certain times with certain girls. That’s just how we’re built.”

It was hard to believe what I was hearing — if I really was hearing it.

“Ah, well,” I stammered, “okay, I, I guess I know what you mean.”

“Of course you do.”

The woman let her hand slide slowly down from my shoulder until it rested on my forearm, where she gave me a squeeze. “I know a lot about you, Shelly,” she said, in a soft voice, “more than you can imagine.”

“You — you do?”

My heart was beating fast. Was Valerie saying she knew all about me and Tina, the things I’d done with her daughter? Or even worse, about Kerie and me, what I’d done with my own daughter?

“You probably think it’s strange,” she went on, “that I, you know, that I came on so fast with you. Wanting to be friends right away, and so on.”

“Yes, well, I, frankly I have been wondering about that.”

Perhaps I wasn’t being accused. Maybe this was going in a different direction. I began to relax a bit.

“What can I say?” Valerie smiled. “I could just tell, right from the start. I had a special feeling about you, Shelly, that the two of us would become friends, good friends.”

“You did?”

“Mm-hm…” she leaned back, chuckling. “My grandmother on my mother’s side, Mama Luna, called it second sight. She was from the old country, an Italian immigrant, came here from Napoli with her parents when she was 10 years old. I’m not sure I really believe in all that stuff, of course, but she certainly did. Anyway, I had a very strong feeling about you from the moment we met. And I was right, wasn’t I?”

“I…”

Just then Kerie came into the room, carrying a small silver tray that held two cups and saucers. She set it down on the low table in front of us. Becky was just behind her, bearing a larger tray with a coffee pot along with cream and sugar. The coffee smelled divine.

The girls served us — and once again I simply couldn’t take my eyes off Becky’s chest, her beautiful buds so temptingly displayed, almost as if the thin white leotard wasn’t there at all.

“Thank you so much, darlings,” Valerie said.

“You’re welcome,” the kids replied in chorus, giggling at the harmony they made.

“How’s the cleanup duty coming?”

“It’s all done,” Becky answered brightly. “Tina’s just starting the dishwasher.”

“All right, that’s good. Do you want to go upstairs and play now?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, then to Kerie, “Come on, I’ll show you my room.” They turned and raced up the stairs, laughing with delight. No use worrying anymore if the two would become friends.

Tina joined us a few minutes later in the living room. She sat for a short while, listening to the conversation, occasionally contributing, but then excused herself, saying she was going to go up and check on the little girls. Perhaps she sensed that her mom wanted more time alone with me.

Over the next hour or so, as we drank our coffee, I told Valerie my story and she told me hers. And you know what? She was right. It felt as if she and I were somehow destined to become good friends.

Even though this woman was nearly old enough to be my mother (though she looked a lot younger than that), and although our backgrounds were rather different, we really had a great deal in common. It was the way we thought about things, our attitudes toward life, the things that made us laugh. She and I laughed a lot that night, finding a shared sense of humor.

I learned that Valerie was the youngest child within a large family, the ‘spoiled brat’, as she put it. She had four brothers and one sister, and had been raised in relative wealth on Long Island. Her parents, who were already fairly old by the time she was born, had passed away some years earlier, both of natural causes.

As we talked and grew more familiar, Valerie loosened up, her language and manner becoming less formal. This was a side of her I hadn’t seen before, more down to earth and plain speaking. I liked it very much. Yet she also could be extremely sensitive and caring, deeply emotional. She was a woman of many facets.

After I’d finished my long recitation about getting pregnant while still in high school, making the decision to give birth without getting married, then bringing Kerie up amid so much generosity and love and support from my mother and father and from my sister Jae — only to later lose both parents in a senseless auto accident — I found Valerie wiping tears from her eyes.

“Oh my god, thank you for sharing that with me. Damn, what a terrible thing. And yet what a wonderful thing too. I mean your courage, Shelly, to have the baby, the darling Kerie, and to raise her with such love in your heart and such love all around you. It’s just beautiful.”

My eyes were wet now as well. “Thank you for listening,” I said.

We held hands, squeezing tightly.

After a minute or two of sitting together quietly without speaking, Valerie took a deep breath and let it out, then said, “As for me, well, I waited a long time before I got married. Oh, I played around with boys, of course, and more than once with girls too. I had my fun, don’t worry about that, plenty of it.”

“Glad to hear it,” I grinned.

“Yeah. But I really wanted to get an education first, and I didn’t get married until later. I trained as a lawyer, if you can believe that, actually passed the bar, then practiced for a couple of years while waiting for the right man to come along.”

“Wow, you’re an attorney?”

“Yes, I suppose I am — though all that seems like a long time ago now, another life. Anyway, the right man finally did come along, or so I believed, when I was 29 years old. It turned out, however, that while I may have thought he was the right man for me, I was not the right woman for him. But really, no one could have been.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, wondering if he might have been gay.

“See, Gabe was the kind of man who needed more than any one woman could give, or he thought he did. We settled down and had our two girls, but by the time Rebecca was born, it was clear to me our marriage was basically one-sided as far as fidelity was concerned. The man simply couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. He always had to have something new. When Gabe wasn’t chasing after new companies to buy, he was chasing young tail.”

“Oh…”

“I threatened to leave him, of course, time and again. At last, though, I decided just to put up with it. Now, you might think it’s wrong to compromise like that, but on the other hand, I was getting what I wanted. I had a nice home, two beautiful daughters, plenty of money to spend, and all I had to do was look the other way.”

“Okay,” I shrugged. Who was I to judge?

“Plus, the situation eventually took care of itself,” said Valerie. “Gabe was quite a lot older than me, and about six years ago, just after he turned 59 — bang, he had a heart attack and died.”

“Wow. Just like that?”

“Just like that. And then I inherited everything he had. Well, half of it, actually. The other half is split between the two girls, in trust funds. They can’t touch it now, but they’ll have more than enough later. I set it all up myself, wrote the wills, established the trust funds for them. My husband and I had sort of an agreement: as long as I let him carry on with his philandering and didn’t complain too much, he let me run the house and take care of all our finances, investments, and so on. Of course, he thought he’d live forever and never gave much thought to what his will said. And now, here we are.”

I nodded slowly. “That’s a pretty amazing story. I really admire you for doing what you had to do, taking care of your children the way you did. It’s impressive.”

“Thanks.” She patted my knee. “But anyway, I’ve been going on for long enough, talking your ear off. Think you might be able to stand a bite of dessert at this point?”

“Knowing how well you cook? Just try and stop me.”

After Valerie slipped her heels back on, we got to our feet. Taking my hand, she winked and said, “Let’s go up first and see what kind of mischief the kids have got into, shall we?”

“All right.”

The stairs were wide enough that we could walk side by side, holding hands, fingers knitted. It felt almost as though she and I were girlfriends, teenage sweethearts. I liked the feeling.

“There are two bedrooms on this floor,” she said, as we reached the top of the stairs, “and two more on the third floor. Mine is up there, Becky’s and Tina’s are here. There’s a parlor on this floor too, sort of a family room where we watch TV and things.”

Aha, I thought, so that must be where their late-night masturbation sessions take place. Very nice.

Valerie stopped at one of the closed doors. We could hear giggling and girls’ voices behind it. She knocked, then opened the door.

“Hi, Mom,” said Becky, showing a radiant smile. “We’re doing a fashion show.”

My jaw dropped. A smile was not the only thing the gorgeous 10-year-old was showing. She was barefoot and wearing a short pleated skirt — but no top at all. In her hand the girl held a shirt, which she’d either just taken off or was about to put on. I wasn’t sure which, and didn’t really care. My eyes were fastened to her chest, to those mouthwatering buds, now fully revealed.

“A fashion show, huh?” said Valerie as she squeezed my hand. “Sounds like fun.”

When I got my wits together enough to close my gaping and nearly drooling mouth, I discovered that my daughter Kerie was semi-nude as well. She wore a flowered pastel blouse, only halfway buttoned, and nothing else. Her buckle shoes and white tights were off, her undies too. I could see Kerie’s puffy slit, as could everyone else.

A pile of clothes covered the bed. Various other items were strewn across the floor. Of the three girls, Tina was the least disrobed, though still enticingly attired in a barely-there crop top with no bra, her stiff nipples poking through, and a pair of bikini panties. She was also the only one blushing to be found that way.

“Um, I hope you don’t mind,” said Tina, looking nervously in my direction. “We just, you know, were kind of…”

“Oh, don’t worry, honey. It’s not a problem,” Valerie assured her, speaking for me — a good thing, because I was speechless. “Shelly and I expected you kids to play some games up here. I’m sure she’s fine with it, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, fine,” I managed to say, nodding weakly.

“Anyway, you can go on with your fashion show if you want,” said Valerie. “We’d love to watch. Or, if you prefer, we can go downstairs now and have dessert. That’s what we came up to get you for.”

“No,” I blurted suddenly. “Do the fashion show, more of it. I’m not… I’m not that hungry. We can have dessert later.”

“All right,” the older woman chuckled, patting my arm. “So now you girls have an audience.”

She led me to a padded window seat. After picking up a teddy bear and pushing aside some quilted cushions, making room for us, Valerie sat down and I sat beside her.

“Let’s see the show,” she nodded to the girls.

“Okay,” Becky grinned. “I was gonna be next, then Tina, and after that it’s Kerie’s turn again.”

The young blonde took the shirt she was holding and pulled it over her head, tucking it into the elastic waist of the pleated skirt. She found some lacy ankle socks near her on the floor, and plopped down to put them on. I was pleased to see that Becky made no effort at being modest as she did that, letting her legs splay open, showing us her white panties.

Staring at the child’s crotch, I crossed my own legs, squeezing my thighs together. I was feeling extremely turned on. Valerie gently rubbed my arm.

Over the next half hour, we had the pleasure of seeing each girl model three or four different outfits. Along the way, of course, we also got to watch them change right in front of us with every round, taking off tops and panties, putting other things on. It was a feast for the eyes. I uncrossed and recrossed my legs several times and could feel my panties becoming increasingly wet.

As our pretty daughters strutted and posed, showing off their forms, Valerie and I gave them plenty of adulation, enthusiastically cheering. Finally, after Kerie had modeled one of Becky’s little nighties, Valerie finished clapping, then patted my knee, saying, “You may not have much of a sweet tooth, Shelly, but I certainly do. Come on, I want some dessert now.”

“Oh, I do have a sweet tooth,” I grinned, giving Tina a saucy look. “I love sweet things.” The teenager blushed, apparently catching my double meaning. Whether her mother did or not, I don’t know.

Our final course was Torta Caprese al Limone, according to Valerie. I couldn’t pronounce the words the way she did, but I sure enjoyed eating that special treat. She and I also had shots of Anisette, the perfect wrap-up to a scintillating evening.

Then at last it was time for us to go. The girls and their mom walked us to the door where Kerie and I profusely thanked them, exchanging kisses and hugs all around. We walked down the steps, waving, and started home.

As we drove, I reached across, sliding my hand under my daughter’s dress, between her legs. I rubbed her there, stroking her pussy through her panties and tights. This was something I’d never done before, fondling her so boldly in the car. I was nearly insane with lust. Kerie giggled, opening her legs wide.

Once inside the house, I couldn’t even wait to reach the bedroom. No sooner was the front door closed than I scooped her up, carrying her a few steps to the sofa. I quickly undressed Kerie, then started removing my own clothes. We used no words and needed none. Our desire for each other said everything.

Kerie lay on her back watching me strip, blue eyes hooded, legs spread apart, a hand massaging her clit. Clearly the sweet child was just as aroused as I was, eager for sex with her mom.

I climbed naked on top of her, taking Kerie in my arms and shoving my tongue in her mouth, grinding my cunt against her bald mound. I came very quickly, in what seemed like less than thirty seconds. It took only a minute or two longer to bring my little girl to orgasm as I continued fucking her with my pussy.

We huffed and panted a short while, catching our breath, then were off and running again. I made her come a second time, and soon experienced another powerful climax of my own.

After that, I picked my darling beauty up and took her down the hall to the bedroom. She wanted to be on top this time, lifting my leg and humping her cute pussy against mine, first bringing me twice, then reaching climax herself.

Oral sex was next on the program. I ate Kerie, and she ate me. Mother and daughter came in each other’s mouths, both more than once. She and I finished with a long session of kissing, licking tasty juices from our lips, before falling blissfully to sleep.

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