Sunshine Secrets

  • Posted on April 21, 2019 at 10:15 pm

By eloquent delinquent

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in September 2015 }

Julianne found them by following their shrieking giggles, slipping out the back door and there they were. The two girls raced across the lawn, their short colorful sundresses breezing around behind them, Mandy’s brown curls bouncing like springs above her teal dress, and Claire’s long golden tresses trailing down the back of her pink one.

They were engaged in some kind of chasing game where each capture involved a lot of tickling and laughing and wriggling. She watched them play for a minute while she slipped off her shoes, wanting to be barefoot like them. Then she stepped off the patio and into the backyard.

When they spotted her they stumbled to a stop and watched her approach, panting, a few stray chuckles still bubbling up.

“Hi, lovelies,” Julianne greeted with a big smile, cupping a cute little 10 year old face in each hand.

“Hi, Miss Bowers,” Mandy answered.

“Hi, Mommy,” Claire said.

“You two having fun?”

“Yeah,” Claire replied.

“It’s kinda hot and sweaty out here,” Mandy said, wiping her brow for effect.

Julianne looked up to feel the afternoon sun on her face, “It is warm, but it feels nice, I think.” She ran her fingers down Mandy’s arm, which did have a sheen of perspiration on it. “Slippery bodies can be more fun to touch, you know?”

Mandy shifted and smiled, and looked to Julianne’s daughter. Their eyes danced with a thrilling possibility. They both bounced a little.

She let the girls share their silent exchange, then offered, “So, do you want to go back in and turn up the AC?”

Mandy and Claire glanced around her to the sliding glass door, disdainful.

“Or, do you want to do some sunning with me down in the green?”

Claire nodded. Mandy made a happy, “Oooh!”

“Come on then, pretties,” Julianne said and the two trailed behind her as they made their way through her big, leafy backyard, following the slope of the lawn rolling gently down hill toward a group of trees which marked the bottom of her property.

On the way, Claire said, “I’m a little sweaty too, Mommy.”

“That’s fine, sweetie,” Julianne answered. “We’ll find a way to cool off.”

It was quiet for a few steps, then Mandy blurted, “Are you gonna play with us?”

Over her shoulder, she said, “Well I don’t know. Were you two good while I was at the store?”

Their reply came in adorable unison, “Yes.”

“And if I ask Eva if you behaved, she’ll agree with you, right?”

“Yes.”

Julianne smirked. She’d spoken to Eva already. The teen from next door was always happy to make a few bucks watching the girls for a few hours. And from her haltingly detailed report, they’d been no trouble, although the behavior Eva had seen couldn’t exactly be described as ‘good.’

“And do you both want me to play with you now?”

The girls burst with fresh giggles, and dashed ahead, onto the trail into the trees and out of sight. Julianne sauntered after them, relishing her own anticipation, and the delicious tease of making the ten year olds wait.

She turned onto the narrow trail herself, winding through dappled shade out of sight of every house, even her own, the hedges and trees thick all around. Emerging from the short path, she stepped onto the green, a large circular clearing covered in a layer of well-kept bentgrass. Julianne’s ex-husband had this area especially landscaped as a putting green, and she’d gone to pains to keep it up, although the golf cup was gone, replaced with an intricate brass sundial in the center, a long bench on one side and a hammock on the other.

She found the girls there, whispering into one another’s ears, back and forth, sharing excited secrets. They glanced sidelong at her as they did.

With the rich golden summer sun drenching it, the green was so tranquil, so secluded. This place was her sanctuary, an escape from the pressures of her life. She’d only recently allowed Mandy and Claire to join her, and they still felt special to be here. They should, Julianne thought. For her, this was a sacred space, and she was its high priestess, its goddess. She behaved however she felt here – and among the green and the sunshine she savored her feeling of natural, instinctive power. Nothing was allowed to happen on the green that didn’t please her.

She took an almost regal pose when she opened her hands and said, “Come here, lovelies.”

The pair approached and stood side by side where she indicated, looking up at her expectantly. Julianne reached to her waist and undid her jeans, gracefully slipping them off, first this leg, then that. Mandy and Claire stared at her bare legs, then up to her coral bikini cut panties. Julianne’s tan was golden and completely even; laying out nude had been one of her favorite pastimes this summer.

As she knelt down on the cool, fine grass, Claire quietly said, “You’re so pretty, Mommy.”

“You’re just as pretty to me,” Julianne replied, “both of you,” and then leaned to her daughter’s face and closed her mouth over the little girl’s in a slow, loving kiss. Claire’s mouth opened with animated delight to taste her mother’s, and Julianne heard a gratified little chuckle from Mandy at she looked on.

Parting, Julianne stroked Claire’s amazed face, reminding the mother of how her daughter had looked that first time last winter, when her daughter had shown her the way she made herself feel so good down there. Julianne had watched dumbstruck as her nine year old had stood before her and brazenly masturbated for her benefit. As a mother, her confusion had been total. She couldn’t believe this had occurred so suddenly – who expects their prepubescent daughter to be playing with themselves, let alone willing to share it?

She’d felt a reflexive jolt of embarrassment at Claire’s openly erotic display, but at the same time she didn’t want to stop her and risk shaming the girl. There was another impulse that kept her from stopping her daughter in her self-pleasure, one so forbidden she didn’t dare look at it closely, even though it had felt so terribly strong and coursed hotly all through her body. She had been a mess. If only she’d had time to prepare for this moment.

Instead, she’d been paralyzed. So she’d sat there, with these feelings crashing inside her, and had watched Claire’s increasingly passionate masturbation. She had seen the expressions of sexual pleasure on her adorable, innocent face as her daughter had rubbed her smooth pink pussy to a trembling, whimpering orgasm.

There had followed a brief conversational exchange, and Julianne could vaguely recall her dazed acceptance of what her daughter had done. Claire had asked a couple of questions which her mother had been too uncomfortable to truthfully answer, and then her daughter had approached and pushed up her mommy’s nightgown. Julianne couldn’t remember when her thighs had spread open, but she remembered Claire standing between them, her little hand reaching out and exploring her mother’s trimmed pussy, her face burning with equal parts curiosity, excitement, and wonder.

And then her daughter had starting to touch her swollen, soaked cunt in earnest. And Julianne had let her. She had let little Claire share the delicious feelings with her, she’d let her nine year old masturbate her, to love her sex, to commit incest with her. Those impulses she’d felt watching her daughter play with herself had run wild, taken over. And when Claire brought her to a humping, mind-melting orgasm, Julianne could see the delighted amazement on her daughter’s face as she’d watched it happen, knowing that her Mommy liked having her cootie touched too, knowing that her rubbing could make her Mommy have the big happy feeling, just like her.

As she’d looked at her naked daughter, still poised between her spread, quivering legs, her bliss-drenched brain had sparked a passionate love for beautiful little Claire that she’d never imagined she could feel.

Now it was six months later, and her desire for her child, and recently Claire’s best friend Mandy, had only grown, becoming more intense and accepted with each new playtime. She was continually surprised by the girls’ sexual joy and appetite, and how selfless they were in wanting to share pleasure as much as receive it. But then she reflected on her own budding lust when she was their age, and how quickly she’d been shamed and cautioned out of expressing it. If she’d been free, would she have been like them?

Her thoughts and arousal left her feeling dazed as the loving mother ran her fingertips over her daughter’s happy face. Julianne’s body thrummed, she could feel her panties dampening. She turned her attention to Mandy, their eyes locked and Julianne watched the girl’s face light up with overwhelming joy.

Suddenly her daughter reached out and gently shoved her friend’s shoulder. This broke Mandy’s trance and the girl glanced over at Claire, who squinted her eyes and nodded meaningfully at her mom. Mandy’s eyebrows went up in question.

“Go on,” Claire said to her in a growly whisper, “Ask her.”

Julianne scooted a little closer to Mandy, placed a fingertip on the chest of the girl’s teal dress, and began making lazy figure eights over the adorable pads of her immature breasts. Mandy’s nipples strained into the lightweight fabric. With a curious grin, she said, “Ask me what, sweetie?”

The girl’s face was alive with nervous happiness as she stammered, “Do you think… I mean, could I… can I, can I call you Mommy, too?”

Julianne’s stunned heart melted a little when she heard that. She glanced at her daughter, then back to Mandy. She thought she might well up, it was so sweet.

Mandy must’ve taken her pause for reticence because she immediately blurted, “I mean, just when we’re out here, you know, when we play. Just for pretend.”

She put her hands on the girl’s shoulders and looked deep into her brown eyes. “I would love for you to call me that.”

Mandy bounced with delight, a great beaming smile on her face. Julianne heard her daughter clap her hands together. Julianne moved one hand from Mandy’s shoulder and traced her finger long the lower lip of that sweet smile. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

The girl giggled excitedly, nodding, “Uh-huh!”

Julianne sidled even closer to her little admirer and purred, “Then why don’t you ask me?”

Mandy suddenly understood the game and gushed a bit before she managed, “Mommy, please kiss me. Please, Mommy?”

The attractive mother obediently wrapped her lips around Mandy’s and found the girl’s mouth already open, her little tongue venturing out to tease her own, and she found herself gripping the girl’s taut waist and plundering her mouth in an extended, passionate kiss that caused Mandy to arch and rock back a little bit to receive it.

Realizing she was getting carried away, Julianne drew back, breaking off the kiss in a series of affectionate, playful little pecks. Just before she pulled away she felt Mandy’s little hand gently squeeze her full breast through her top. The sensation inflamed her. As the girls became more assertive with their girlishly sexual desires, getting so horny and willing, Julianne was starting to wonder if she was really still in control anymore.

To her right, Claire stared at them open-mouthed. She stroked her fine blonde hair with one hand while the other toyed with the hem of her dress. Her daughter desperately wanted to touch herself, but knew this was playtime in Mommy’s special place. So she impatiently waited, longing. She loved it when her Mommy told her what to do; it had led her to so many naughty discoveries.

So Julianne decided to restore some of her confidence by taking charge. Kneeling back, she waved them in, “Come a little closer.” The girls responded with docile obedience, Claire in a dream like haze of lust, Mandy with her hands clasped behind her back, swaying coquettishly.

With nothing more than a sly grin, Julianne reached forward with both hands, up and under Claire’s dress, gripped the waistband of her little cotton panties and whisked them down her slim legs to her bare feet. She gasped, stiffening, but with just a gentle tug her daughter stepped obediently out of them so her Mommy could drop the little tangle of yellow fabric in her lap. Claire giggled to see it there.

But Julianne had already shifted her weight, slipped up Mandy’s startled thighs, and tugged her panties down, too. The more playful girl practically skipped out of her undies without any prompting, and Julianne set her white panties next to her daughter’s and examined her prizes.

Both girls were looking to her now with coy smiles and shining eyes. She’d just made them very aware of how bare they were under their pretty, flimsy dresses, and how she could fondle them in any way now, whenever she liked. Claire calmly glowed; Mandy could hardly keep still.

Looking Claire steadily in the eye, she picked up her yellow undies, brought them to her nose and sniffed them. The girl blushed bright red as Julianne inhaled the sharp, musky scent of her daughter’s fresh pussy and ass, familiar but still marvelously exotic. Her clit throbbed at the associations that odor had for her. And they were so wet, just the way she liked them, she could feel Claire’s dampness against her upper lip as she held them to her nose.

She sniffed again deeply, and then looked at her daughter with a critical expression. “You seem to be really excited already, aren’t you?”

The girls started, and exchanged a guilty look. Claire continued tugging nervously on her long blonde hair when she responded, “We maybe played a little earlier, Mommy…”

“We?” Julianne interrupted. “Mandy? Did you play too? Did you two play together, with each other?”

On the spot, Mandy just swayed coyly and offered, “Umm…”

Without waiting for any further answer, she kept her quizzical eye on Mandy as she tossed the girl’s white panties until they lay in her hand gusset-up. Even as she drew them to her face, she could see the damp spot. Mandy could too, and her eyes got wide. Mandy smelled different, her pussy a little milder, a little sweeter, but still so fresh and indescribably childlike.

Julianne’s eyelids fluttered from the sensation. She’d never dreamed the smell of  ten-year-old cunt would excite her, but now she had two, and she’d never been happier or hornier. She could only imagine the wet spot growing on her own bright panties.

Claire spoke into her friend’s silence, “We only did it a little, because… well, you know. We couldn’t help it. And we were super careful, we made sure Eva didn’t know.”

Her mother already knew better, but didn’t say it. She’d begun to expect that it wasn’t just the money bringing Eva back to babysit, even though the neighbor girl was almost seventeen. She’d become the perfect spy in Julianne’s house, and had kept a secretive eye on the girls ever since she had discovered them touching themselves. Claire and Mandy never knew that they’d been found out, and this afternoon had been no exception. Eva had surreptitiously monitored every move the girls had made, ending with their “secret” mutual masturbation in the laundry room.

When Julianne had arrived home, the teen had told all. When Eva first reported what she’d seen Claire doing, Julianne had panicked, worried that it might reveal them as an incestuous family. So she’d told Eva she was concerned about her daughter, and could she please keep tabs on this kind of behavior and tell her about it. The teen stammered out an agreement, but Julianne had suspected that there was more to Eva’s watchfulness than mere concern.

Her report to Julianne today only confirmed her suspicions. The way Eva had been unable to meet her eye, the way she blushed, the way her hard nipples were visible through her t-shirt, the loving detail with which she described the girls playfully fondling each other, it all told her that Eva was very much like herself, and had come to lust for these precocious little girls. Julianne had thanked Eva for her detail and discretion, paid her and sent her on her way, certain that the plain looking teen was going home a sexual dynamo, and would spend the rest of that hot afternoon masturbating furiously in her bedroom to the thoughts of her little neighbors.

Maintaining the secret, as well as her dominance over them, she looked them over skeptically. “Hmmm. You’re sure nobody saw?”

Claire crossed her heart. “Eva was on the computer and we were in the back of the house.”

Mandy chimed in. “And we only did it a little. We kept our clothes on.”

“Only a little?” She sniffed the girl’s panties again.

“Yeah,” Mandy insisted. “I didn’t get the wiggly feeling or anything.”

She’d only been having playtime with them since May, when Claire swore her to deepest secrecy and showed her best friend how she’d been rubbing herself to feel happy. A few weeks later, when Mandy was hooked on the delicious feeling of masturbation, Claire had brought her to Julianne. Claire’s Mommy had shown Mandy just how good she could feel by touching there, bringing her off on that same day, first with her fingers, and then with her mouth. Both girls craved to have her lick their tender little pussies, and Julianne love to taste them, loved the way they writhed and thrashed from this exciting new pleasure.

Mandy had kept her secret tightly, even from her own mother. She knew if she told, they’d be in trouble and have to stop. And Mandy loved them, and the feelings they gave her, too much to ever stop. She needed to be touched, she longed to be licked, she loved to wiggle.

Claire had been doing it long enough to call it cum or orgasm, although in the heat of the moment she typically just called it “mm yeah.” Mandy still called it her “wiggly feeling,” and Julianne found it so adorable that she was in no hurry to correct her.

She nodded at Mandy, turned to her daughter and lifted Claire’s yellow panties back up to her nose. Inhaling her intoxicating scent again, it was hard to keep her composure. “You didn’t either?”

“No Mommy. I promise.”

“But you didn’t wait for me before you started playing?” she frowned childishly.

Claire’s face brightened a bit, suspecting this was really a game, but she still answered, “We hadn’t been together in days, we couldn’t help it. She’s my best friend, and she wanted to feel happy.”

“We didn’t know when you’d come home,” Mandy added. “We didn’t know you’d want to play with us. We’re sorry.”

“Sorry what?”

Mandy got the most devilish grin, catching on. “Sorry, Mommy.”

“Well… I guess you couldn’t know that I’d be home for playtime.” Julianne smiled. “Okay then.”

With that, she leaned forward and gave each girl a firm, reconciling kiss on the lips. “I love my pretty girls so much, I could never be too mad at you.” Settling back on her knees, she inspected both of the girls’ panties. “And the way these are, it’s almost like you did it for me. They’re just the way I like them.”

Claire understood her Mommy’s obsession with her smell. She knew now that pussies only got wet when they were excited and ready to feel good, so the scent from between a girl’s legs was a sign that they wanted to be played with. Mandy was new to all this, but she’d sniffed her own fingers after touching herself and liked it. And seeing her best friend and her best friend’s Mommy getting so excited from those odors, made her excited for them, too.

So Julianne greedily sniffed the girls’ panties one more time, then looked at their yearning faces and held the flimsy garments out.

“Do you want to smell each other?”

Each of them gazed at the other’s panties and they both shyly nodded.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Mommy,” Mandy answered.

“Please Mommy,” Claire said.

Julianne extended her hands and the girls gently plucked them away. She watched them. They’d seen her smell their underpants often enough, but had never done it themselves. They looked at each other as they tentatively brought them closer and closer to their faces, each silently daring the other to go first, giggling nervously.

Claire ended up smelling Mandy’s first, holding the white panties daintily to the tip of her nose and speculatively inhaling. Her eyebrows wrinkled then, rose in happy surprise, and she pressed the white undies closer to her face and breathed deeply, letting out a little mewling noise when she exhaled.

Mandy quickly copied her friend, and her first sniff was followed by a gasp of surprise. After that she held the wadded yellow cotton against her mouth and inhaled over and over, her eyes rolling shut.

Grinning, Julianne reached back and up underneath her loose top, unfastening her bra. She felt a drop of sweat run down the groove of her spine. She asked, “Claire, what do you think?”

Taken aback by being called on, she slowly lowered the panties from her face. “It’s, um, it smells funny.”

“Is it bad?”

“No, no it’s nice. It’s just, makes me feel funny. It’s like when I give Mandy a hug and I can tell she super really wants to play and it makes me wanna play, too.”

“Mandy? How about you?”

The brunette was reluctant to lower her best friend’s panties, instead speaking through the fabric. “I like how she smells, Mommy. Sometimes I sniff my fingers after I play with her down there. I like it.”

Claire grinned affectionately at Mandy. “I like yours too. It’s like I’m sniffing you down there.”

Not to be outdone, Mandy replied, “I can kinda smell your butt, too.”

Claire wrinkled her nose and giggled. “Eeeew!”

Mandy pressed on, “No I like it too.” She smelled her friend’s undies again just to prove it.

As they bantered, Julianne slouched out of her straps and pulled her coral bra out through the loose sleeve of her top, setting her large breasts free. The girls broke off their debate to watch her accomplish this with the slack-jaw amazement normally reserved for magic tricks. They were so impressed Julianne almost expected them to applaud. Dropping the bra, she squeezed her tits through her blouse. The girls watched raptly.

“So lovelies, what do you think? Do you like the way she smells down there?”

Both their heads nodded emphatically.

“Do you think you might want to smell her down there someday? Maybe play down there the way Mommy likes to play with you?”

Mandy and Claire looked at each other, their eyes widening like saucers, then shivering with explosions of nervous giggles. The idea of nuzzling each other’s cooties, of tasting what they smelled, still frightened as much as it thrilled.

Julianne grinned knowingly. “Well, come here and give me those.”

The girls sidled up before her and handed her the panties, which she set daintily aside.

“If you’re not up to sniffing, maybe you’re up to kissing?”

The girls smiled, Claire biting her lower lip. She leaned in to her mother.

Julianne gently put her hands on her daughter’s arms, stopping her. “No, sweetheart. Her. Kiss Mandy, kiss like you did when you were playing earlier,” she instructed, guiding her toward her adorable little friend.

As Claire turned, Mandy encouragingly took her hands and drew her closer. Julianne’s daughter shook her feathery blonde hair back, and with a brief, happy giggle, leaned into Mandy.

At first, between each affectionate little peck, the girls would part and look into each other’s faces, sharing their happiness. But soon there wasn’t any need to reassure. They were warm and sweaty and excited, and the fact that Mommy was watching only added to the fun. Their eyelashes settled onto their cheeks, and their kisses grew long and steamy, their little mouths opening, plush lips slipping and pressing, the glistening flicker of a tongue sometimes showing. They released their hands and stroked each other’s bodies as they wrapped their arms around one another. Claire cupped under Mandy’s brown curls, drawing her head closer as her other hand ran over her friend’s chest, passing over and over her stiff, aroused nipples. For her part, Mandy’s hands ran all over the back of Claire’s pink dress, sometimes trailing the girl’s long blonde hair between her dainty fingers.

Watching the girls get carried away in their sensual joy, Julianne’s own hand stole between her legs and gently rubbed her pleading cunt over her coral colored panties. She felt the tender heat, the wetness seeping through the fabric even as the shimmering pleasure coursed through her clit into her body. She gazed at them raptly as she touched herself, her lips parted. She loved it when they did this. It wasn’t like they were putting on a show for her; the girls were lost in their very real, very precocious, sexual desire. But they included her in their intimacy. Her presence not only assured them that their play was all right, it also promised an ecstasy that the girls were unable to reach on their own.

They wanted their Mommy’s touch, knowing and demanding. Their delicate ten-year-old pussies had grown accustomed to the pleasure she could create, and they craved it.

Julianne felt her hips start to roll, and self-consciously drew her fingers away from her cunt. She was getting carried away herself, close to coming from her pedophile voyeurism, and she had such plans for the lovely little girls.

So she reached out to both of them, wrapped one hand around each of their slender thighs, and began stroking upward.

The girls jumped a bit, startled, parted, and looked to her, Mandy’s face hopeful and Claire’s suddenly shy, awaiting instruction.

“Mommy?” Claire peeped.

Julianne let go, raised her arms, and placed her hands on the back of their heads, sensing the heat the sunshine had cast on their hair.

“Oh, pretties, I didn’t tell you to stop.”

She turned their heads back to face each other and gently forced them together. “You keep loving on each other, and let me take care of the rest.”

As their lips brushed together, the girls immediately succumbed, their mouths opening as their eyes shut, picking up the scent where they left off. Claire made a happy little mew into Mandy’s mouth.

Julianne reached down again and clasped the satiny flesh of their legs, running her hands up. Under the dresses, their thighs were damp with sweat, and she couldn’t resist savoring the feel of their soft, slippery skin under her fingers. The taut plushness of their bodies was delectable to her, irresistible.

Mandy leaned a bit and cocked her thigh, opening her legs wider, and Julianne realized that she was teasing them. They might have sexual impulses, but they were still little girls and patience was not their strong suit.

So she inched higher, nestling the edge of her hands into the warm snug spot at the top of their thighs, and gently pressed her index fingers into both of their dainty, tiny slits. Mandy’s gasp was muffled by kisses. Julianne settled in, and by bending the tips of her index fingers she could feel the sweet apex of their pussies, and the firm little clits just below. As their underwear had hinted, both girls were wet and puffy, terribly excited, and as she slid back and forth along those intimate slits, her touch glided through their labia with a warm, buttery softness.

The girls began to move, Mandy standing on tiptoes and leaning against her best friend, arching her round little butt up and out, Claire beginning to pump her hips into her Mommy’s loving hand. So when Julianne withdrew her hands from their happy quims, they both made sharp whining noises even as their tongues played together.

“Oh, don’t worry,” she soothed them, as she began to run her touch deeper under their loose sundresses. “I wanted to make sure you were telling the truth about playing earlier, and you were, you were. You’re both so frisky right now, and I’m going to take care of you, I will. But you’re just so pretty that Mommy wants to feel you all over.” Her hands stroked them even as she said this, over the soft cheeks of their bottoms, the sleek curve of their backs, their tummies, their ticklish flanks.

“Does this feel okay? Do you like it?”

Mandy and Claire broke off their kiss and turned to her, leaning cheek to cheek, grinning, their eyes twinkling.

“Yes Mommy,” Claire said.

Mandy chuckled a bit as Julianne touched a particularly ticklish spot, “I like it, Mommy.”

“So do I,” Julianne replied, and for a moment they just luxuriated in the sensation of the woman stroking the two ten year olds’ flesh, the girls shifting and turning to get her hands just where they wanted them, alternating between gazing at Julianne with gratified wonder, and glancing down to see her hands sweeping around beneath their dresses, amazed at feeling the bliss of having their naked bodies caressed and all the while looking like everything was normal.

Mandy made little purring noises.

Claire’s eyes kept rolling up, but as her Mommy’s hand ran tenderly over her ass, she focused on Julianne and murmured, “Kiss me, Mommy. Please, kiss me.”

She responded to her daughter’s request with eagerness, ducking in and covering the girl’s mouth with her own. Claire’s tongue ventured out excitedly, Julianne’s joined her and they danced wetly together. It still dazzled the young mother, knowing it was her baby girl that wanted such naughty things from her, admitting that she wanted to do them to her just as badly.

She felt Mandy begin to nuzzle the side of her neck, kissing and licking. Parting from her daughter, she turned to this fun new one, and began kissing her just as passionately. Even though the girls were novices, they each had their own style of kissing – Claire was eager and sloppy with appetite, while Mandy, for all her cheekiness, was tender and deeply sensual. Julianne found herself adapting to the way Mandy’s tongue slid lingeringly across her own, pushing as deep into her mouth as the girl could reach.

Soon she felt her daughter’s lips and nimble tongue playing with her ear. Claire had figured out that this was Mommy’s erotic weakness, that it would make her lose control and become an insatiable animal, turning any encounter into a frantic quest for one mind-blanking orgasm after another. This was no exception. Julianne felt her cunt throb and a great liquid heat began radiating into her body as Claire nibbled her ear, driving her wild.

She clutched the girls’ silky flesh and pulled them closer, felt their warmth, their softness, pressing against her, rubbing themselves deliberately against her tits, loving the sensation. She released Mandy and turned back to her daughter, but Mandy was doing the same thing and suddenly the three of them were in a drooling orgy of open-mouthed licks and kisses, and they all closed their eyes and let themselves be caught up in it. She felt lips against her cheek, her tongue flickered against one of the girl’s chins, their gasping breath mixed, and she could hear Claire making a little, longing groan.

Mandy’s hand passed over Julianne’s on the small of Claire’s back, the girl’s hand over the dress and her mother’s underneath. Julianne was aware that Claire was groping Mandy’s chest, squeezing the buds of her breasts and squeezing her protruding, erect nipples through the fabric.

Under her hands, she felt the girls getting sweatier. So was she. Under the summer sun with her horny little darlings, everything had become so hot.

She was hardly aware of what she was doing until she felt her hands stealing between their legs again from behind, the plush weight of their thighs, the moist heat, and then the treasure, the dainty swollen slickness of their sweet, needy little cunts. Julianne was lost in the moment, the ardor of the three of them pleasuring each other. Her fingers snuggled and stroked in between their petal-like lips, adoring their feverish wetness, the way they squirmed against her as she began to masturbate them in earnest. All Julianne could feel now was lust, and she knew it had to go higher, she knew she had to give them more.

“Oh, yeah, Mommy,” Mandy sighed, her voice trembling, “do it. Do it.”

Claire made an ecstatic moan and lifted her knee, revealing her pussy to be pleasured, draping one arm over her Mommy’s shoulder and the back of her neck for support. Mandy assumed the same pose as before, on her tiptoes, arching out her round little ass.

Julianne cupped both of their aroused little morsels, and quickly found their clits with the pads of her questing index fingers. As a tease she wiggled her fingers quickly and lightly over the exquisitely sensitive little buds, and relished how the girls stiffened as the sexual excitement she gave them became too intense to take.

As Claire bit her lip and Mandy whimpered, Julianne relented, giving them soothing, gentle caresses all along the length of their slits. She kissed their cheeks and ears as she did, murmuring, “Oh my lovelies, such good girls, such pretty good girls, Mommy loves to touch you.”

And with that, she gave it to them exactly the way she knew each of them loved it. She’d paid attention during their experiences together, and now her touch was meltingly expert.

Claire wanted it firm, slowly moving with lots of pressure, and Julianne supplied it until she was nearly lifting her ten year old daughter up by her pussy. And Claire responded in exactly the way her Mommy thought she would, by thrusting her hips against those naughty fingers in short, sharp jerks, fucking Mommy’s hand and grinding her little clit at the bottom of each thrust. The girl’s whole body rolled with her pumping, her feathery blonde hair bouncing along her back, catching the light.

What Mandy craved was having her clit caught between two of Julianne’s adoring fingers, squeezing and fondling her nub with a gentle steady rhythm. Occasionally, as Mandy came close to her wiggly feeling, her play Mommy would back off and probe at the wet entrance to the girl’s pussy canal, which invariably made her roll up her eyes, toss back her head and its pretty brown curls, and make yummy “mmmm” sounds with each breath. Julianne went back and forth between nubbin and cunny hole, gauging her excitement.

Mandy had a secret pleasure, too, one that Julianne had discovered but Mandy was still too shy to share with Claire. She had an erotically sensitive anus. She loved to have her butt hole touched and tickled, but it was still very new and she felt kind of ashamed by it, too. With the dress hiding her play, Julianne felt free to indulge her little kink, slipping her thumb up between the snug hot cheeks of Mandy’s bottom, until she felt the wrinkly star of her anus under the pad of her thumb.

Mandy shuddered as Julianne began to firmly rub and caress her tiny pucker, aided by the perspiration that was trapped in the groove of her firm cheeks. The girl’s brows shot up in surprise, but as Julianne captured her clit between her fingertips and matched the rhythm on both her joy button and yielding anus to the helpless urgings of her little body, Mandy’s sighs became moaning exclamations. Her eyes opened wide and she stared at Julianne with a kind of gratified awe as the bliss blossomed inside her.

Her daughter’s humping was growing wilder, more instinctive, out of control, and every breath came out in a panting little “Uh, uh, uh.” It excited Julianne so much that Claire was like this, a hungry sexual little animal, alive to her premature desires, and more than happy to let her loving Mommy between her trembling thighs to satisfy her. Claire had made it clear how secret she was keeping what they did, she knew what they were doing together was forbidden. But if she thought it was wrong she showed no sign of it, and her urges and habits had grown so strong by now that she desperately need Mommy to take care of her.

And Mommy was so happy to take care of her pretty girls, just like she was now. She loved catering to their desires, encouraging them to more and more, wickedly relishing the thought that she was nurturing their completely taboo precocious, incestuous lusts. She wanted them like this as much as possible – wet, playful and needy, looking to her for guidance, acceptance, and satisfaction.

That was what she gave them now, speeding up as she sensed their bodies’ demands, doing her best to control their excitement so that they would cum together, in each others’ arms. She kissed her daughter’s mouth, then Mandy’s, and both girls responded fervently.

As she drew back, Claire stretched her neck, trying to prolong the kiss, finally sighing, “Oh Mommy…”

Julianne gazed adoringly at her girls, so beautiful as they each enthusiastically rode her playing fingers, each caught in her own rising pleasures but both getting so close, so close. Mandy was still looking at her, but her eyes were heavy-lidded and unfocused, her cheeks growing pinker underneath their spray of freckles. Draped by her swaying, fine blonde hair, Claire’s fair skin blushed over her entire face, a delicate furrow of concentration between her closed eyes, her mouth opening wider as she approached the peak of delight pumping her juicy girlish pussy into her Mommy’s skilled hand.

Sensing the moment, she told them, “Girls, girls, look at each other, you’re both so pretty, look, look…”

Almost deliriously they did what they were told, and their gazes locked as they saw their naughtiness, their joy, mirrored in one another.

Mandy immediately stiffened and began to tremble, making a great melting expression of sympathy and affection and overwhelming pleasure. Fresh sweat pricked out all over her body, making her shine.

Claire held Mandy’s eyes and Julianne felt her little hips begin to jerk sharply against her hand as she reached an uncontrollable surging delight. Her blush grew brighter, and her mouth teased into a wide open smile at her best friend and little lover. She nodded, encouraging, assuring, agreeing.

And suddenly Julianne watched her daughter’s expression change to one of total, shocking surprise as she reached orgasm, her soaked silky pussy squeezing and pulsing in her mother’s hand, her lithe little body shuddering and gyrating as she felt the hot bliss pour all through her. Claire’s hair shook wildly, draping her face as she went, “Ah! Mmm! Mmm, mm yeah…”

Mandy watched her friend come with love and wonder, and at the same time thrust her hips down and back, putting lots of pressure on Julianne’s fingertips as she strummed her engorged little clit, and forcing her play-Mommy’s thumb to slightly penetrate her asshole. She took a gasping breath and seemed to hold it, her body almost buzzing with intense arousal.

Julianne just had time to sense the incredibly tight, smooth, tender flesh that lay just beyond Mandy’s pucker when the girl’s whole body convulsed, squeezing out her probing thumb, trapping it between her clenched butt cheeks, just like her wet thighs had clamped around Julianne’s hand. She swooned forward and clutched Claire in a sweaty embrace. Hanging her head over her friend’s shoulder, she pressed their bodies together and let Claire feel every writhing spasm as her glorious release swept through her, whimpering and clinging.

As it reached its climax, she sobbed, “Oh! Oh! I love you! I love you!”

Julianne and Claire knew they were both included in her passionate confession. They both kissed her cheeks, her hair, her ears, her neck as she shuddered and groaned. Soon, Mandy came around and responded to them, offering up panting, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses that were often more like licks, reminding Julianne of a wildly affectionate puppy. She found her pretend-daughter’s ardor endearing, and by the way Claire giggled, she wasn’t the only one.

The girls calmed down a little, and Julianne was able to extricate her hand reluctantly from between their unsteady legs. She didn’t take them out from under their dresses, though, gently stroking the soft quivering curves of their backs and bottoms, unwilling to relinquish the luscious texture of their flesh.

Claire and Mandy gradually loosened their embrace, and both of them turned to Julianne with breathless, grateful smiles. Her heart and cunt both melted to see them. Once, those twinned feelings of maternal affection and wicked lust confused her, but not any more. She loved her daughter, and her love for Mandy grew warmer every time the girl showed just how ready she was to express her own. She loved them completely, their characters, their hearts, their bodies, without inhibition or limit, and they returned that love in ways more beautiful than she’d ever imagined. The smile that she felt bloom on her face, the tears welling up in her eyes, showed her pretty girls her simple, overwhelming joy.

The girls looked into her face, and what they saw there made them both go, “Awwww…”

Claire followed her outburst with, “Thank you, Mommy.”

Mandy followed up by babbling, “Oh Mommy I love it I love how you give me the wiggle feeling so good we have the best play times Mommy -”

“Oh you’re such good girls,” Julianne gushed.

Hearing that, the two squealed and pounced, their weight just about bowling her over from her kneeling position. As their arms and legs wrapped around her, she felt a rain of pretty kisses fall onto her face and neck, so loving and playful that her affection and heat both climbed higher. She squeezed the ten year olds close and chuckled with delight.

As playful as they were, the girls were not innocent. Mandy’s hands wandered, and one of them stole their way to her breast, at first cupping and touching, but at this point she was petting and mercilessly teasing her prominent, sensitive nipple, sending thrilling aches deep into her tummy. Her daughter’s dress had rode up in front during the hug, and Claire had taken advantage of it. Julianne felt the heat and dampness of the girl’s crotch pressing into her side, and slowly but surely, her little daughter’s movements were turning into humping.

With an effort, she peeled the girls away from herself. They pawed and giggled at being deprived of their plaything. She could see their eyes shining with fresh passion; they wanted to make their Mommy get the good naughty feelings, too.

Julianne said, “That’s so wonderful. But don’t you pretty girls love each other, too?”

“Yes, Mommy,” Mandy answered brightly.

“I do, Mommy,” Claire replied, glancing affectionately at her friend.

Withdrawing her hands from underneath the girls dresses, she said, “Well, kiss her.”

“Okay, Mommy,” Mandy said with enthusiasm. Then to Claire, she said, “I love you.”

Claire was touched. She said,”I love you too,” even as she leaned in.

The girls kissed deeply. As she watched, Julianne took the opportunity to unbutton her blouse. Shrugging it off, she immediately felt the luscious sunshine warming her naked skin, suffusing her with summer’s endless energy.

Claire and Mandy were distracted from their fun when Julianne stood. And when they saw her step out of her panties and stand before them completely nude, all their attention turned toward her.

“You’re so pretty, Mommy,” Claire sighed.

“Are we gonna play some more?” Mandy asked.

Julianne smirked. “I don’t know. Are you two still feeling frisky?”

Two big, eager nods.

“Can I smell your panties?” Mandy blurted.

Her pretend Mom cocked a hip. “How do you say it?”

The pretty brunette smiled and said, “Please, Mommy, can I please sniff your panties?”

Her request was new, audacious, and hot. Julianne’s pussy throbbed. She pretended reluctance. “Hmm, well, I guess.”

“Can I do it, too?” Claire chimed in.

“Hmm?”

“Please, Mommy, can I?”

“Sure. Both of you get in close.”

She arranged the twist of coral fabric until the soaked gusset was facing out, the extended her arm. Claire and Mandy ducked in daintily, like they were about to smell a flower. But after their first tentative inhale, they both nuzzled into her panties as if it were her body. Claire chuckled softly. Julianne’s hand slipped between her own legs and began fondling her aching cunt. Fiery pleasure erupted at her touch, she was so swollen, so wet, so ready. If the girls wanted to taste their Mommy today, she would be ripe to their tongues.

Just the thought of it made her swoon a bit. “Okay, that’s enough.”

The girls looked disappointed as she drew their prize away and dropped it on the lawn. They quickly noticed that their Mommy was playing with herself. Claire bit her lip.

“Are you two still going to be my good little girls?”

“Yes Mommy,” they replied in unison.

“Then take off those dresses and be naked with me.”

It was adorable how they wriggled and stumbled in their haste to remove them. Mandy cast hers aside thoughtlessly, but Claire got a naughty little thrill out of dropping it right beside her. She’d never be allowed to leave her clothes lying around the house.

Now they were nude, and they danced delightedly with the sensation of it. Mandy lightly skimmed her body all over. Claire tossed her blonde hair back and gathered it all into one hand so her skin was bared to the golden sunshine. She let her other hand steal onto the bright pink crease of her quim, and she started to mirror her mother.

All three touched themselves, and all three glanced wildly at the bodies of the others, filling with desire. Julianne felt like an erotic goddess here in her little natural temple, with two ardent acolytes who were eager to learn the rituals of lust she would teach them.

“I think we should stay out and play all day til it gets dark,” Mandy said. “Just play and touch and kiss and wiggle over and over. Can we do that Mommy, please?”

Julianne nodded regally.

“I think Mommy should sit on the bench so we can make her happy,” Claire proposed.

“Yeah! I wanna touch you, Mommy.”

Julianne grinned and made her way over to the bench. “How can I refuse?” The girls trailed, giggling.

Before she’d even seated herself, Mandy was kissing her back and Claire was stroking her breasts. Julianne closed her eyes. This was like sinking into a bath made of girlish lust. Their hands and lips were all over her. She parted her legs and Claire slipped between them, crouching to take a nipple in her lovely clever mouth.

She felt the familiar touch of her daughter’s little fingers parting her soaking pussy lips, finding her hardened clit, and beginning to rub. Mandy swept her hair aside and began licking her ear. Ecstasy swelled in her body as the naked little girls made excited love to her, here in the golden green shelter that was all hers, all three bodies nude and shining and full of the sexy urges naked girls feel in the summer.

Mommy is a goddess, she thought as her body filled with a liquid heat that was as sweet as sunshine.

The End

 

13 Comments on Sunshine Secrets

  1. Euphorsyne,Thalia & Aglia says:

    Oh YES!..so beautiful!..so outright sexually beautiful! Julianne is a goddess!
    and the girls are such good,good girls! the Summer Sunshine is intoxicating, and their
    Summer Secrets are safe with all us readers!…Too bad the story ends here, it’s a pure delight(physical as well as mental)to read.
    Well done,eloquent delinquent! Thank you for posting here at JS

    E,T&A

  2. Jake says:

    Mandy watched her friend come with love and wonder, and at the same time thrust her hips down and back, putting lots of pressure on Julianne’s fingertips as she strummed her engorged little clit, and forcing her play-Mommy’s thumb to slightly penetrate her asshole. She took a gasping breath and seemed to hold it, her body almost buzzing with intense arousal.

    Julianne just had time to sense the incredibly tight, smooth, tender flesh that lay just beyond Mandy’s pucker when the girl’s whole body convulsed, squeezing out her probing thumb, trapping it between her clenched butt cheeks

    Delicious, more like that

  3. Katejn90 says:

    Omg what a beautiful story! I hope there is more to cum? The two little girls sound so delicious and mummy is getting to enjoy their delightful little bodies. I think this is going to be a favourite of mine, thank you xx

  4. kim says:

    I know it’s a summer story, but it was just right for this gray cool day of spring. Warmed me up very much in body and soul.

  5. collie says:

    This story is sooooo good! I love how Mommy is in complete control and knows exactly what the girls want and need. The summery atmosphere makes everything feel hightened, like a beautiful dream where only love and pleasure matter.

    “Claire tossed her blonde hair back and gathered it all into one hand so her skin was bared to the golden sunshine. She let her other hand steal onto the bright pink crease of her quim, and she started to mirror her mother.”

    I can see this just as clearly as if it were a painting right in front of my eyes. The writing is fantastically vivid, choosing all the right words so that it seems effortless — though I’m sure the author worked hard, and it shows!

  6. Aliciamom says:

    This is a wonderful story! Its so beautiful for mommy to be in control of two beautiful young girls. The girls love mommy so much. Just wonderful!

  7. Margaret says:

    Such a lovely,sensual story. The scent of those pretty poppet’s panties must have been intoxicating.

  8. Litka and Tim says:

    The intense pleasure Mommy gives to these two little girls is so exciting. She knows they both have needy little cunts and she knows exactly how to satisfy them. A beautiful Mommy who will have many sensual and sexy sessions with the little ones, showing them how beautiful incestuous love can truly be ! We loved this wonderful story !

  9. JetBoy says:

    Reading this was a lovely experience… it reminded me once again what an ace writer eloquent delinquent is. One day, hopefully, we will see new material from him. A man can dream…

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