Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

I thought about it for a long time, all day Saturday while doing my chores (laundry and some yard work) and on Sunday while writing a report for my history class at school, before finally asking my mom. It seemed like a big deal to me, because it was a thing I didn’t do very often — have someone for a sleepover. This would be the first time since we moved, and in my whole life I’d only done it a couple of times before.

So I just waited and kept thinking about it until we were eating supper on Sunday night. Then at last I brought it up. And guess what, my mom totally surprised me. Not only did she say, yes, it would be fine for me to ask Jessica to stay over at our house the following Saturday night, she also suggested we should invite Jessica’s mom, Karen, to have dinner with us that evening. Wow!

My mother and I are kind of similar in that we don’t have many friends. For me, it’s mostly because I’m shy, and with my mom, it’s because all she does is work all the time. Even on the weekends, she’ll bring stuff home that she has to deal with, and it’s also not unusual for her to spend most of the day Saturday at the office. She’s very ambitious.

Anyway, I really couldn’t remember the last time my mother invited someone to eat with us. It just never happened. That’s why I was so surprised.

In fact, it was sort of weird the way she was acting that entire weekend. She worked outside with me on Saturday, planting rose bushes in the front yard, and she seemed a lot more upbeat than usual, laughing and even telling jokes. It was almost like she was drunk or something — which I knew she couldn’t be, because she practically never drank.

Then on Sunday night, when I asked her about having Jess sleep over, she reached across the dinner table and squeezed my hand, smiling really big. “Oh, what a good idea, Lia! I’m so glad you thought of that.”

It made me wonder if aliens had taken over my mom’s body and put someone else in there. Not that I minded her being so happy and cheerful and everything. It was nice, obviously, but just very strange.

“And, you know, honey,” she continued, “since we’ll have Jessica here, maybe we should ask her mother over too, to have dinner with us that night. What do you think?”

I was so stunned I didn’t know what to say. I simply sat there with my mouth open, pretty rude since I’d just taken a bite of mashed potatoes.

“Would that be that be all right with you, if we invited Karen to join us for dinner along with her daughter? You wouldn’t object, would you?”

“Um, no,” I finally managed to say, “it’s, you know, it’s fine. Sure.”

“Great!” She was nearly bouncing in her chair, so excited about it. “Then that’s what we’ll do. I’ll call her tonight and invite them both.”

I couldn’t believe it. This sure didn’t seem like my normal mom. Something was definitely going on, something odd, but I had no idea what it could be.

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Well, my mother called them up after dinner and invited them as we’d discussed, and they accepted. The next weekend, on Saturday, Karen and Jessica would come to our house for dinner, and then Jess would stay overnight, sleeping in my room. That was great, terrific — except now I had something else to worry about.

Karen was… sort of different. At home, as Jess had told me and as I’d seen for myself, the woman masturbated pretty much all the time. She was almost always naked and playing with herself, rubbing her pussy. So, what would she be like at someone else’s house? Would she say or do something that went too far, causing trouble?

When I saw Jess at school on Monday, she was super excited too. I decided not to say anything to her about the concerns I had, because, I mean, what could I say? All I could really do was wait and see what happened.

My mom and I went to the grocery store that Friday night, picking up all the stuff she wanted to make for them. She’d been talking to me about it all week long, going over various possibilities, continually changing her mind. I’d never seen her this way before, acting nervous and goofy like a kid.

Then on Saturday afternoon, after we worked in the yard that morning, weeding and getting some new flowers planted in the beds, she did her cooking, took a shower, then went to the beauty salon to have her hair and makeup done. Wow, you’d think she was going to the prom or something!

What surprised me most of all, though, was not the fancy dinner she made, with appetizers and stuff like that, and not even that she went and got her hair done. It was what she wore. Except for occasional important events that had to do with her job, cocktail parties and business affairs, my mom rarely got dressed up. I mean, she always looked good when she went to work, but just professional, you know, like in nice suits and low heels, certainly never anything sexy.

Tonight, however, oh my god! After she got back from the beauty salon, she checked everything in the kitchen, making sure it was ready, then went to her bedroom. When she came out, I almost didn’t recognize her.

Could this really be my mother? Wearing flirty high heels, her tanned legs gleaming with oil, a short slinky dress that clung to her curves — and no bra? You could even see her nipples! She was incredibly hot!!

“Well, what do you think?” she asked. “Do I look all right?”

After I picked my jaw up off the floor, I told her she looked fantastic, which was completely true. She smiled, and although it was hard to tell under all that makeup, I’m pretty sure she blushed too, like a schoolgirl. Things were getting stranger and stranger.

When the doorbell rang at 5:45, my mom was busy in the kitchen, so I answered it. I’d been wondering for a while how Karen would be dressed, and worrying about that. If she was too casual, that might make my mother’s look seem overdone, out of place. On the other hand, what if Karen wore, like, a stripper’s outfit or something? I really didn’t know what to expect.

As it turned out, her attire was perfect, exactly right. Karen was in strappy heels, a short pleated navy skirt, and a sleeveless white blouse with no bra under it. She looked fabulous. Jess, like me, was wearing shorts and a little t-shirt. Nothing fancy, just comfortable.

I asked them to come in, leading them into the living room. My mom came out from the kitchen and the two women greeted each other, exchanging hugs and air kisses and tons of compliments on how they both looked. Then Karen handed my mother a small wrapped gift, which kind of surprised me. I guess that’s the sort of thing rich people do.

Jess and I were about to head for my room, except I wanted to hang around for a minute and see what the gift would be. We waited and watched as my mother removed the wrapping and opened up the box. It was bottle of perfume, apparently a really expensive brand, some French name I’d never heard of. But she was all excited about it, thanking Karen and hugging her and kissing her again, only this time not an air kiss but right on the lips! Wow!

So then me and Jessica did go to my bedroom, and as soon as we got there and closed the door, she said, “Omigod, Lia, your mom is hot! So totally sexy!”

“Um, really?”

“Yes! She’s really hot. She has such a nice body and she’s so pretty. I love that dress, it’s amazing. Don’t you think she’s hot?”

“I… I guess, but, you know, she’s my mom…”

“That’s doesn’t matter, though,” said Jess, “she’s still sexy. I mean, I think my mom’s hot too, don’t you think so?”

“Well, yeah,” I shrugged, “but —”

“Do you have any pornos?”

That stopped me. Why would she ask that? She knew I didn’t.

I opened my mouth to answer, but Jess beat me to it. “No, I know you don’t, but I’m just really in the mood for it.” She pointed at the computer on my desk. “Can we go online and find something?”

“Um, well…”

This was like the Twilight Zone or something, Bizarro World. Everything was different from what I expected. I’d never seen my mother dressed up that way, and now Jess wanted to watch porn in my room! Not that we hadn’t done that before — we had, a couple of times during the previous week, but only after school before my mom got home, when there was no one else in the house. We’d never done it when my mother or anyone was around.

“Come on,” she urged, sitting down in the chair and switching on the computer. Maybe I should have protested, but I didn’t. I just went over to stand behind her.

We were such good friends, she knew my password. When the computer booted up, she entered it and a few seconds later we were on the Internet, searching for hot lesbian porn.

Which we found, of course. That’s certainly easy enough to do. But after we’d checked a couple of sites, watching brief snatches of girls kissing and fingering and eating other girls, Jess found what she was looking for.

“Here it is,” she said. She opened her shorts and stuck her hand down inside her panties. “I love this one. It’s so hot.”

The video was called Mommy and Me. The scene showed a pair of sexy blondes kneeling on a bed, taking off each other’s clothes. The woman kept saying, ‘We shouldn’t be doing this,’ and the teenage girl would say, ‘But I want to. I want to sleep in your bed with you, like when I was little.’ Pretty soon the girl was sucking on the woman’s nipples, and not long after that, she was fingering her pussy.

I gotta admit, this was pretty hot. Very hot. I’d never seen this video before, but I definitely liked it. Usually when I watch porn by myself, I’ll try to find young-looking girls kissing and touching each other, and then I pretend I’m there with them. This one was sort of a different, with a mother and daughter (supposedly, anyway) having sex with each other.

Although what we were watching turned me on, I still wasn’t quite willing to play with myself while my mom and Jessica’s mom were in the house. It just seemed too weird.

That didn’t stop Jess, however. After a minute or so, she suddenly stood up and pushed her shorts and panties, all in a bunch, down around her ankles, then sat again, spreading her legs and rubbing her pussy while staring at the screen. In the movie, the girl was licking and finger-fucking the woman, who was propped up on her elbows, holding her tits and pinching the nipples, saying, ‘Oh my god, yes, that feels so good. Eat Mommy’s pussy, make Mommy come in your mouth!’

Part of me thought I should tell Jess to stop, warn her that this was too risky, that we might get caught and get in trouble. But another part of me really wanted her to continue. It was exciting to imagine her having an orgasm with both our mothers right down the hall, not far away — so naughty and dirty and hot!

And she did. Pretty soon, I heard her moaning, “Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh…” and then she started jerking, shaking in her seat. I squeezed my legs together while I watched my friend come. I could smell her juices. It made my mouth water.

Jess finished climaxing, but she didn’t stop masturbating. She just kept on rubbing herself while we watched the video together. On the screen, the woman was now going down on the girl, licking her daughter’s pussy, sucking her clit and shoving her tongue inside her.

I stood behind Jessica, my hands on the back of the chair. By then, I was breathing hard, squirming and repeatedly squeezing my thighs together, stimulating myself. It felt good, although I doubted I could come like that. I would probably have to use my fingers, but should I? I felt the heat rising in my cheeks as I thought about doing it.

Jess was starting to moan again, another orgasm apparently on its way. Then I made up my mind — I would go for it too. But just as I reached for my shorts, about to open them and slide my hand down inside my panties, we heard someone calling.

“Girls? Come on out, dinner’s ready!” It was my mom.

I tried to reply to her, but my voice caught. I had to clear my throat and start over. “Okay — we’ll, we’ll be right there!”

Shaking my head, trying to break out of the erotic trance, I said to Jess, “Come on, let’s go. We, uh, we oughta wash our hands first.” Mine were comparatively clean, but I knew hers were covered with pussy juice.

“Just, just a sec…” she mumbled, “almost there…”

I leaned forward, looking down between her legs. Her fingers were a blur, flying over her clit.

It really surprised me that she was going ahead, that she wanted to come so bad, but it also got me even more excited.

“Yeah, okay,” I said. “But hurry.”

Quickly I opened my shorts, pushing a hand inside my panties. I was extremely wet. I wanted to come too, but I knew I wouldn’t have time. It would take too long. Still, it felt great to play with myself, sliding my fingers up and down through the slippery folds.

In less than a minute, Jess reached orgasm again. “Unnhhh!” she groaned, a lot louder than she’d been before. I hoped it wasn’t so loud that our moms would hear. I stroked myself a few more times, then pulled my hand out, licking my fingers before zipping and buttoning my shorts.

After taking a moment to recover, Jessica closed the browser, then shut down the computer. It occurred to me that the keyboard was probably sticky and I’d have to remember to clean it off later. Or maybe I wouldn’t. It might be kind of cool to leave it that way.

She stood and pulled up her shorts and panties, turning to me with a big grin. “That was great. I really needed it.”

“Good, I’m glad,” I chuckled. “Now, come on, let’s go. They’re gonna wonder what’s going on.”

“You think they don’t know?” she said, a twinkle in her eye.

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean, of course they know we masturbate. All girls do. And they prob’ly figure we watch porn. Nothing special about that. They might even think we’re lovers, since we’re such good friends and everything.”

“You… you really think they think that?”

She shrugged, “They might.”

“Um, I…”

Jessica grabbed my hand, starting for the door. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Wait — aren’t we gonna, you know, clean up first?”

“Nah, why bother?”

So we didn’t.

She and I went out and sat down at the dining table along with our mothers. My fingers were still noticeably moist, and I was sure Jessica’s were as well. I kept trying to sniff the air surreptitiously, to see if I could detect any hint of it. But luckily the other smells — the scent of the flowers in the centerpiece, the perfumes of the women, the aroma of the food — seemed to cover that up.

Dinner was great, and dessert too. My mom had done an amazing job with everything. Karen kept praising her, saying how wonderful it all was, and she was right. It was really terrific. I was hungry and ate a lot. By the end, I was stuffed.

What was most shocking about that evening, though, was not the delicious meal, and not just the way my mother was dressed, but how she acted. She was doing something I’d never seen her do. She was flirting!

It started right away, when my mom brought out the appetizers. Well, maybe it had started even earlier than that, when Jess and I were in my bedroom and they were having drinks. I’d heard my mother say something about fixing martinis — something else that was a first for her, as far as I knew.

Anyway, after she set these little plates down in front of us, with some shrimp in a fancy arrangement, she stood beside Karen’s chair, and said, “I hope you’ll like this. It’s from Gourmet magazine. I’ve never tried it before.”

As she was saying this, she slid the back of her hand slowly along Karen’s bare arm, going up higher, then softly caressing her cheek. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

Karen didn’t seem to mind this at all. She smiled and said, “It looks delicious,” while sort of nuzzling my mother’s fingers. Wow!

And that wasn’t the end of it either. All through dinner, my mom seemed to take every opportunity to touch Karen, reaching out to take her hand when they spoke, or stroking her arm again or gently rubbing her neck as she served the various courses. There wasn’t any doubt about her intentions. She was throwing herself at this woman, doing practically everything except taking off all her clothes and jumping on her.

But could this really be my mother, acting this way? It didn’t seem like her at all. I mean, I’d never once heard her suggest any interest in dating anyone, or having a relationship, or having sex — and certainly not with another woman! Not that there’s anything wrong with that, naturally, but I’d just had no clue my mom was that way, that she liked women. Apparently she did, however. Or at least she liked Karen.

And Karen seemed to like her as well, a whole lot. She was constantly saying how great everything was, which was true, but she just kept going on about it. She touched my mom as often as she could too, squeezing her hand or caressing her arm. I got the feeling from both of them that they couldn’t wait to get in bed with each other.

That was pretty weird to think about, my mother having sex with someone. I have to say, though, when I pictured it — Karen and her together, naked and kissing — the idea definitely excited me, no matter how surprising it was. In fact, the thought of that turned me on so much I started hoping it would really happen.

Jessica caught my eye a few times as all this was going on, nudging me with her elbow, giggling as we watched our moms flirt. She seemed to think it was funny more than anything else, while I was kind of bouncing back and forth between being aroused and being shocked. But mostly aroused.

In fact, after we finished dessert and the women were having coffee — sitting close together, holding hands, gazing into each other’s eyes — I suddenly realized how wet my panties were. Of course, they’d been damp when we came out from the bedroom earlier. Watching lesbian porn and rubbing myself had taken care of that. Now, though, they were completely soaked.

I must have been squeezing my legs together or something while I imagined my mother making love with Karen. Whatever it was, I was totally turned on. My pussy was tingling and I could barely keep from touching it. I really needed to come.

But then, as I was about to ask my mom if me and Jess could be excused so we could go to my bedroom and I could masturbate (I wouldn’t have mentioned that part, of course), Karen stood up and said, “What a lovely evening, such a wonderful dinner. Thank you so much.”

“You’ve very welcome,” said my mother, also standing. “I hope we’ll be able to do it again soon.”

They started toward the front door.

Once again, I was taken by surprise. Why was Karen going home so early? I wanted them to have sex! But apparently that wasn’t going to happen, at least not yet anyway. Maybe it would another time.

Jess and I got up and went with them out to the foyer, where we watched them say goodbye, kissing each other’s cheeks. I was hoping to see another kiss on the mouth, except we didn’t get that, unfortunately. But Karen gave her daughter a big hug, saying goodnight to her — and she did kiss Jess on the lips, a pretty long kiss too, in fact. Very nice.

After Karen left, I briefly thought about offering to help my mom with the dishes. I knew I should, but I really didn’t want to.

While I was still trying to decide, my mother said, “You kids can go on, do whatever you want. I’ll just put the dishes in the sink, worry about cleaning up tomorrow.”

Hurray!  “Okay. Thanks, Mom,” I said quickly before she could change her mind. Then I grabbed Jess’s hand and we raced off to the bedroom.

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