Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

The next time didn’t happen until about six weeks later.

After getting in around 12:30 in the morning and then driving the babysitter home, my mother came to my room as usual. But instead of kissing me goodnight, she stood just inside my door and said, “Julie, baby, I’ve got someone downstairs. Do you want to come and play?”

I sat up in my bed. “What?”

“I have someone downstairs. She doesn’t know about our game, but I’m pretty sure she will like it anyway. Her name is Rayne.”

“Rain?”

“R-A-Y-N-E. But listen, I want to try something. You can watch us but don’t let her see you until I signal to you, okay? After I look up and give you a little wave, then you can come out to the railing and show yourself to her. It would be really cool if you were naked. Does that sound good?”

“Sure, I guess.”

“Good.” She moved quickly over to the bed and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I’m very excited about this. It’s been way too long since we played our game. You sure you’re ready for it?”

I nodded eagerly. It had been a while since Bonnie, and I hadn’t been expecting this, so I was caught by surprise. But I was also excited. “Sure, Mommy, I’m ready.”

“Okay, sugar, get naked and watch for my signal.”

She left the room and I climbed out of bed. This was different than before. She had always called it a ‘game’ but now it seemed like there actually were some rules to it or something. I wasn’t quite sure I understood, but I trusted my mom, and so I took off my nightie and my panties and went to the door. I opened it carefully and stepped quietly into the hall. By standing back in the shadows I was sure no one could see me.

The girl standing downstairs with my mother looked very young. She was tiny, only about five feet, and had spiky streaked hair. She was wearing torn black tights and black army boots with black denim shorts and a tight red tank top. She was flat-chested but her nipples stood out through the thin fabric of her top. She wore heavy eye shadow and pink lipstick.

“I like it that way,” I heard the girl say.

“You like being bad, Rayne? Have you ever been really bad?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Have you ever had sex with a woman who has three children?”

“Um, no.”

“Ever had sex with her while her daughters were sleeping in their bedrooms?”

While she was saying these things, my mom, whose back was to me, was slowly stripping off her clothes.

Rayne giggled. “No. I mean, that really would be bad.”

“Well, honey, I’ve got three daughters in this house right now and I want you to have sex with me right here in this room.”

By this time my mom was almost naked.

“I want you to lick my pussy and make me come in your mouth and then I’m gonna fuck your little pussy with my fingers and make you come again and again until you scream to make me stop. And I don’t care if it wakes up my daughters and they watch us because I love to have sex and I love to fuck young girls.”

Rayne, who was still fully dressed, tried to laugh, but I could see that she was also kind of nervous, while at the same time becoming aroused. “God, you are bad.”

“That’s right, baby, I am very bad. I’m so bad you can’t believe it. So bad I will make you come like you’ve never come before.”

I could hardly believe that was my mother talking. It was exciting and also kind of frightening how powerful and domineering she could be. And talking so dirty!

“I’m gonna fuck your little cunt with my fingers and then sit on your face and grind my pussy into your mouth and come all over you.”

Mom was standing in front of Rayne, with her back to me, and I could tell by the way her body was moving now and by the way Rayne was watching her that she was fucking herself with her fingers as she talked.

Rayne just stared at her and licked her lips. I think she was beyond words.

“Isn’t that why you came over here? Because you wanted to fuck a nice lady in her nice house while her nice kids were asleep in their rooms? Because you wanted to be a bad girl, Rayne? So, just how bad can you be?”

Rayne reached up and pulled down one of the straps on her tank top, revealing her small breast with a dark nipple. She took the nipple between her fingers and pinched it hard.

“That’s right. Now take off the rest of those clothes while I watch you. Come on, Rayne, strip for me and show me your sexy little body.”

The girl sat down on the sofa and hurriedly unlaced her boots and took them off. Then she opened her shorts, stood up and pushed them to the floor. Now we could see that she was wearing a red leotard that snapped at the crotch and had a thong in the back. On top of her black tights it looked really great.

“Ooh, that is nice. Very sexy. Rayne, did you used to be a dancer?”

“Well, um, a gymnast.”

“Oh, yeah, I see. You definitely have the tight little body of a gymnast. And I’ll bet you’ve got the flexibility too, right? So you can get into all sorts of crazy sex positions?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Okay, take the rest of it off too. I want to see you naked.”

She unsnapped the leotard and pulled it over her head, then pealed off the tights and stood in front of my mother. Her pussy was shaved bare, like Karen’s had been when I last saw her. Without her clunky boots and dark clothes, Rayne looked even younger. Her skin was very white. I later found out that she was 18, but she easily could have passed for 13 or 14.

Between my mother’s dirty talk and seeing Rayne’s nude body, I was really needing to touch myself. I stayed back in the shadows and tried not to move too quickly but I couldn’t resist putting my hand between my legs. My pussy was already very wet.

“Yes, you do look amazing,” said my mom. “Okay, now sit on the couch. But not on the seat, sit on the back.”

Rayne frowned, but then she did as my mother asked.

“Spread your legs wide wide apart for me.”

The girl lifted her slender legs up until they were each stretched out on the back of the sofa, in a splits position.

“Very nice. Now open your little pussy lips for me. I want to make sure if my kids come out they’ll be able to have a good look at the sexy young thing their mommy is fucking.”

Rayne’s eyes went wide.

“You’re unbelievable,” she said. “Crazy, I think. But really hot too.” The girl held herself steady on the sofa with one hand and with the other began to vigorously stroke her clit. “You make me want to come.”

“That’s right. I want you to come. I want to watch you come. After that I want to make you come in my mouth and then I want to sit on your face and fuck you hard with my wet cunt.”

I was rubbing myself rapidly now and getting pretty close. I knew I had to follow instructions and not be seen until the right time — and certainly not have an orgasm — but god it was so exciting!

My mom was kneeling on the couch now, in front of Rayne. They were both masturbating. “Are you going to come for me?” she said to the girl.

“Do you want to watch me come?” Rayne was rubbing her clit very fast. “Huh? You want me to come for you, in your nice house while your daughters are asleep? You want to watch me put my fingers in my cunt and come for you?”

“Yes, I want to watch you!”

Mom turned and quickly waved up at me.

I stepped forward to the railing, into the light. I was naked and rubbing my pussy.

At 11 years old, my legs were longer, my breasts were slightly more developed, and my pubic hair had just started to grow, although you couldn’t really see it unless you looked close.

I still had a young girl’s body. But I knew what sex was, and I knew I loved it.

Rayne hadn’t seen me yet. She was fucking herself fast with two fingers, and obviously was close to an orgasm.

My mother told her, “Fuck your cunt, you bad girl, while my 11-year-old daughter watches you!!”

“What?! Unh??!!” She looked up and saw me just as she reached climax. She started coming, her body shaking, but she was still able to squeeze out the words… “watch me — come — little girl — ”

Then, so she wouldn’t fall over backwards, Rayne slid down onto the seat of the couch, still fucking herself.

She kept coming, over and over again. Her eyes were closed, but when she finally finished, she looked up at me, staring, as if to convince herself of what she was really seeing — a naked 11-year-old girl playing with her pussy — and then she looked down at my mother, who was now at the other end of the sofa, her legs spread wide, her fingers gently stroking her cunt.

“Now, come and eat me, little Rayne. Eat my pussy and make me come in your mouth while my daughter watches us. Okay? Is that bad enough for you?”

“Omigod,” Rayne muttered as she slipped her fingers out of her pussy and licked them clean. “You people are fucking crazy…”

But she duly put her face down between my mother’s legs and started licking her. She licked her clit, she put her tongue inside and fucked my mother with it, she sucked on her labia, she finger-fucked her, and all the time she kept looking up at me every minute or two, each time seeming surprised at what she saw.

I was definitely ready to come, but this was such a new and different experience that I didn’t want to miss any of it. And I also remembered then how Bonnie had teased my mom, had brought her close and then slid away, time after time, until it seemed to make my mom even more intensely excited, and so I decided to try that on myself.

Rayne was fingering my mother and sucking on her clit and it looked like my mom was about to come, but then the girl asked, “Is that really your daughter?”

“Uh-huh,” panted my mom. “Yes, it is.”

“And is she really just 11 years old?”

“That’s — keep fucking me — that’s right. Her, her name is Julie.”

“Julie. So 11-year-old Julie is going to watch her mommy come in my mouth?”

“Yes, she sure is.”

“That’s fucking awesome.”

My mom turned her head and looked up at me. Rayne also had her eyes on me as she put her mouth back over my mother’s clit and started fucking her even harder with her fingers.

She made her come quickly then, and when I saw my mom’s orgasm starting, I couldn’t hold back any longer. My attempt at prolonging would have to wait for another time. I gripped the railing hard with one hand as I climaxed and tried to keep my eyes open so I could watch what was happening.

Rayne kept trying to watch me too, but my mom clamped her legs around her head when she came and so Rayne missed most of my orgasm.

After my mom released the girl from the grip of her thighs, Rayne sat up and looked at me. Wiping her mouth, she spoke to me. “Did you come?”

I wasn’t sure if I should answer, but since my mother didn’t immediately object, I said, “Yeah.”

“That’s fucking awesome.”

Then she looked back down at my mother’s wet vagina. Rayne started touching herself while she stared at my mom, and then she looked back up at me. “Do you want to watch me fuck your mother?”

I nodded as I rubbed my pussy. “Yeah, I do.”

So Rayne climbed on top of my mother, sort of the way Bonnie had, only instead of leaning over her she was sitting straight up.

She began moving her mound against my mom’s slowly at first, then faster and harder. As she did, she kept looking back and forth between my mother’s face and mine, and occasionally looking at where my fingers were sliding between the slippery folds of my labia.

And Rayne was talking the whole time, though it seemed more to herself than to either me or my mother:

“I’m gonna fuck you bitch and make you come make you come while your little girl is watching us while your sweet little 11-year-old girl is rubbing her cunt and watching us and I’m fucking your pussy and I’m gonna make you come you cunt you whore you’re so fucking hot I want you to come and I’m gonna come on you…”

And my mother was talking to herself at the same time:

“Fuck me Rayne fuck my pussy fuck my cunt make me come while Julie’s watching fuck me now fuck me hard make me come and then come on my face OH GOD I’M GONNA COME JULIE WATCH ME!!!”

They came together, simultaneously, and I came too. But this time I was unable to keep watching. I had to close my eyes and lie on the floor because the feeling was so intense. I rubbed myself harder and harder and came again and again as I whispered to myself, “Mommy, I’m watching! Mommy, Mommy, I’m watching!”

When I was finally done, I sat up and looked down into the family room below. Rayne was sitting on my mother’s face now. My mom was holding the girl’s small ass in her hands and Rayne was rocking her pussy back and forth against my mother’s mouth. She came again. It seemed like Rayne could come as many times as she wanted.

It went on that way for at least another hour. They kept changing positions and licking and sucking and fucking each other. My mom had several more orgasms and Rayne had two or three for every one that my mom had. I came a couple more times myself as I watched them, but when the mantel clock struck 2:30, my mom said it was time for Rayne to go home. They had just finished a ‘69’, with my mom on top, fingering Rayne while she looked up and watched me masturbate. We had all enjoyed one last climax, but now the incredible night was finally over.

As Rayne slowly started getting dressed, I got up and went to my room and slid into bed. I was exhausted, as tired out as I had ever been, but my head was so full of all these exciting things I’d just seen and heard that I was nowhere near falling asleep.

I didn’t hear Rayne leave, and so I was surprised when my bedroom door opened. I thought my mom would wait until she was gone before coming in to kiss me goodnight. But there was one more surprise for me.

My mom came into my room, and then Rayne came in after her. They stood beside my bed and I looked up at them. My mom touched my cheek. “Hey, little girl. You okay?”

I nodded. “Uh-huh.”

“That’s my girl. Rayne wanted to say goodnight.”

“Um, goodnight,” I said.

She crouched beside me. “You’re an amazing little girl. Totally fucking hot. And you’re really lucky to have a mom like that. Goodnight, sweetie, and thanks for an awesome night.” She kissed me softly on the cheek. I smelled strawberry lip gloss. Then they left the room.

I heard Rayne go out the front door and heard her car start up and drive away. Then my mom came upstairs and back into my room. She knelt beside me as Rayne had and kissed my cheek. “Goodnight, little girl. That was a fun night but it’s very late and we both need to get some sleep. Okay?”

“Okay, Mommy.”

“I love you, darling.”

“I love you too.”

She leaned in and kissed me once more, this time on the lips. Then she left the room, checked on my sisters, and went to bed.

It took me a long time to fall asleep as I kept wondering what exciting direction our ‘game’ would take the next time…… but finally I drifted off.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Naughty Mommy

That was just the beginning of the amazing sexual adventures for me and my mom. And for my sisters too, but that comes later.

It was another two weeks until my mother got a babysitter and went out again. It was a new girl this time, someone we hadn’t had before, but this time when my mom came home, nothing happened. She got back around midnight and then just took the girl home.

The same thing took place the following week and the week after that. She continued to go out most Saturday nights and we had babysitters stay with us each time, usually different girls, but none of them Karen.

During this time, I turned 11 years old, and my wonderful mother made sure I had the most awesome birthday ever — with a four-day family vacation to Disney World! We had such an amazing time. She also got me my first bikini bathing suit, a cute pink one, and she let me wear it when we went swimming in the pool at our hotel. I felt so grown up.

Then, about three months after the last time with Karen, my mom came home at around 11:00 o’clock on a Saturday night, but before she took the sitter home, she came up to my room to talk to me.

“Julie, honey, are you awake?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

She sat down on the bed next to me. “I’m going to take the babysitter home now, and while I’m gone a friend that I met tonight is going to wait here, and then when I come back I’ll have a drink with her, and… well, maybe more. Her name is Bonnie. So, I’ll be back in just a few minutes. All right?”

“Okay.”

I wasn’t sure, but I guessed that my mother was telling me that Bonnie knew all about our ‘game’ and that it was going to happen again. I was both excited and scared at the same time.

I was scared that I might be guessing wrong, and that I would get in trouble if I started to watch and Bonnie got mad or something. But then I remembered how my mom had said she would make sure nothing like that ever happened again. So then I decided that if they did have sex, it would definitely be okay for me to watch them, and that got me really excited.

I started to wonder what Bonnie looked like. I hoped she wasn’t ugly, but then I told myself that my great-looking mom would never choose an ugly woman to be with, so that shouldn’t be a problem. I was tempted to sneak out of my room and try to get a look at Bonnie before my mom got home, but while I was still trying to decide if I should, I heard the garage door open.

I listened carefully to the sounds of my mother coming in and some muffled conversation, and I thought I could hear her fixing drinks for them, and finally I couldn’t wait any longer and got out of bed. I was wearing regular pajamas and I thought that didn’t seem right, but I didn’t want to take the time to change so I just took off the pajama bottoms and went out into the hall wearing my pajama tops and panties.

Bonnie was a redhead. She was tall, like my mom, and had pale skin with lots of freckles. They were dancing to some music, holding each other close.

Bonnie was wearing black high heels, black satin pants, and a flowered top. My mom had on a very skimpy green dress with a halter top, low cut in the front, showing lots of cleavage.

My mother noticed me come out to the railing and smiled at me. Bonnie saw where she was looking and looked up at me too. For a second I was afraid something might go wrong — but Bonnie smiled at me as well, then turned to my mom and kissed her softly on the lips.

They danced for a few more minutes, gently stroking each other’s bodies, then Bonnie led my mother over to the sofa. She untied the green dress in the back and let it fall to the floor. My mom wasn’t wearing a bra, just a thong. She looked amazing.

Bonnie had my mother sit down on the couch and pulled off her thong — leaving her naked — then started doing a little striptease. Moving to the music, she reached behind her back, opened the buttons on her top, and pulled it off. Her bra was pale pink and transparent. She caressed her breasts for a moment before removing the bra. Then she slowly unzipped her slacks, kicked off her shoes, and slid her satin pants down her legs.

As my mom watched the show, she spread her legs apart, and started playing with herself. She looked up at me to make sure I saw what she was doing, and when I slipped my hand inside my panties and began rubbing my pussy, my mom grinned and blew me a kiss.

The only thing Bonnie was wearing now was a pair of black lace panties. She had a round bottom, and although her legs were not as nicely shaped as my mother’s, I liked the whiteness of her skin and all the freckles.

After slipping off her panties, and revealing a full bush of curly red pubic hair, Bonnie told my mom to lie on the sofa, face down. She then reached inside her purse and took out a brown glass bottle, poured something from it into her hands — apparently it was oil — and straddled my mother’s legs and started rubbing her back with the oil.

She massaged my mom’s back that way for a long time, and I actually started wondering if they were ever going to have sex at all or if she was just like an exotic masseuse or something. It was obvious that my mom was really enjoying it, though, and I was glad for that.

Eventually, Bonnie turned around the other way and started massaging my mother’s legs. Actually she started with her feet, and my mom really seemed to like that. I could hear her moaning in pleasure. Then she moved up to my mother’s calves and then to her thighs, and when she finally started dipping her hands down between my mother’s legs to massage her pussy, I knew we were going to have some fun.

That’s when I put my hand inside my panties for the first time that night. Well, not the first time, because I had masturbated when I went to bed as I always did, but this was the first time since I’d been watching them. Before I had just been gently rubbing myself over the top of my cotton panties.

As I watched them now, I felt myself getting wetter and wetter.

It was amazing how Bonnie did it. She kept rubbing my mom’s pussy lips with her fingers until I was sure she was almost ready to come, but then she would stop and move to a slightly different place and make her wait a little longer. She kept doing this and my mom was getting all sweaty and squirming around and practically begging Bonnie to make her come.

Then Bonnie looked up at me. It was the first time since they had been dancing, which must have been a half hour earlier, that she had made eye contact with me. She smiled when she saw that I had my hand in my panties.

All this time Bonnie had been sitting astride my mom, but now she stood up for a second, lifted my mother’s legs and sat down on the sofa, laying my mom’s legs across her lap. Bonnie spread her own legs apart and moved my mom’s legs apart, so that from where I was standing I was looking straight down at two naked wet pussies.

Bonnie looked up at me again to make sure that I was watching, and then she slowly slipped the middle finger of her right hand deep inside my mother’s vagina. I heard my mother groan. Bonnie began gently fucking her and then she put her left hand down between her own legs, parted her thick pussy lips and shoved two fingers into her own cunt. She looked up at me again and smiled at me.

I quickly slipped out of my panties and then pulled my pajama top over my head and off. I wanted to be naked too. Bonnie nodded at me and smiled even more as she admired the slender body of a barely pubescent 11-year-old girl.

I spread my pussy lips apart as much as I could so that she could see me and I rubbed myself. I wanted to put my finger inside and fuck myself like she was doing, but I had never tried that and I was afraid it would hurt so I didn’t.

But Bonnie seemed to like what she was looking at. She fucked herself faster and harder and she moved her finger in and out of my mother faster too, her hands working in rhythm.

Very soon my mom was coming and then Bonnie was coming, but I wasn’t quite there yet. As I watched them each climax, I rubbed my wet pussy and played with my little nipples and thought what a lucky girl I was.

After they both finished coming and had rested for a moment, Bonnie had my mom sit up on the sofa, facing me, and then she knelt on the floor, put her mouth between my mother’s legs, and started eating her pussy.

Not long after she started doing this, though, the redhead turned around to look up at me, her face already gleaming wet with my mom’s pussy juices, and she smiled at me and licked her lips. This got me almost ready to come.

And then when I saw that my mom was looking up at me while she held her breasts in her hands, kneading them, and lifting them one at a time so she could lick the tips of her nipples, that put me over the top. As my climax approached, I heard myself saying, “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy—” and then I came.

I didn’t see what was happening for a little while because my orgasm was so intense that my eyes were closed. I had one hand gripping the railing so I wouldn’t fall down and the other hand was pressed hard between my pussy lips.

I guess I might have come more than once, because it went on for a long time, and I’m pretty sure I kept saying “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy” out loud, but maybe I was just thinking it.

Eventually I opened my eyes again. My vision was kind of blurry at first since my eyes had been shut so tight. But after it cleared up, I saw that Bonnie was on top of my mom in a strange position.

My mother was on her back on the sofa and she had her left leg up in the air. Bonnie had her right arm around my mom’s left leg and she was kind of straddling my mom’s right leg. It was a position that meant Bonnie’s pussy was rubbing right up against my mother’s pussy. I realized — all of a sudden — that she was fucking her!!

Bonnie was fucking my mom!! She was moving against her, steadily back and forth, and my mother was holding Bonnie’s breasts in her hands, playing with her nipples. My mom’s eyes were closed and she was licking her lips and breathing hard.

As Bonnie started moving a little faster, and then a little faster, my mother got more and more excited. She started moving underneath Bonnie, lifting herself up to meet Bonnie’s thrusts. Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked at Bonnie. Then she looked up at me. Then she grabbed Bonnie’s face in her hands and kissed her hard on the mouth. Then she said, “Fuck me! Fuck me and make me come!”

I had already had one really intense orgasm and I didn’t really know if I could come again that soon, but I started rubbing myself again anyway. It felt so nice. I sat down this time, though, on my knees, and watched them through the railing while I played with myself.

Bonnie was riding my mother hard and in just a moment the two of them were coming at the same time. They were so loud I was afraid it would wake my sisters up but somehow it didn’t. And even though I didn’t climax with them, I was sort of glad because it was amazing for me to witness something I had never even known was possible — one woman literally fucking another woman. It was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen.

After they both finished climaxing, Bonnie lay on top of my mother for a long time while they kissed and gently fondled each other. Then, following a short whispered conversation, they moved around until they were sitting side by side on the sofa, facing toward me, and they each started rubbing themselves as they looked up at me.

They were going to masturbate while I watched them! And while they watched me! Once again I had another new erotic surprise, something amazing that I had never contemplated.

Inspired, I shifted off my knees and stuck my feet out between the bannister posts, leaving an opening in the middle. My thighs were still pretty thin, so I was able to scoot forward on my bottom and put my crotch almost up against the railing. This was the naughtiest and most exciting way I had yet displayed myself.

The two women below, my mother and her friend Bonnie, watched me as I slipped my fingers between my wet pussy lips. They looked at my almost-flat chest and watched as I played with my nipples.

And I watched them as they each caressed their pussies, spreading open their womanly cunts for me, showing me their wet centers. My mother lifted one of her legs over Bonnie’s so they could both spread their legs wider apart. They were licking their lips, looking back and forth at each other and down at their own naked bodies, but mostly they were looking up at me and my naked body.

I wanted to give myself to them, to share myself with them. I pushed myself as far forward as I could and tried to stretch my little pussy wide open for them. I rubbed myself harder and harder, faster and faster.

My mother and Bonnie were both fucking themselves now. Bonnie had her left arm underneath her leg so she could stick her fingers in her pussy while her right hand was rubbing her clit. My mom was fucking herself hard with two fingers while she caressed her tits with her other hand.

I knew I was getting close and it looked like my mom was getting close too. But then Bonnie started to come before either of us. When she did, my mother glanced over and watched her climax for a few seconds, and then she started fucking herself even harder and faster as she looked back up at me. When her eyes met mine, that made me start to come, and then my mom came too.

My climax was again so strong that I almost passed out. As it was, I laid down on my back on the hall carpet while I pressed my fingers deep inside my hot wet pussy lips. I kept spasming, over and over and over again. My fingers got wetter and wetter, and as I realized that I was having an orgasm while my mother and this other woman I had never met were watching me, that made me come even harder and longer.

When I finally calmed down enough to sit up and see what was going on, Bonnie was getting dressed and my mother had put on a thin silk robe that she liked. She walked Bonnie to the door and they kissed goodnight. Before she left, Bonnie looked up at me and blew me a kiss. I never saw her again.

I got up and went to my room, taking my pajama top and my panties with me but not putting them on again. I slipped into my bed naked and waited for my mother. She came in a moment later, still wearing her silky robe, and sat down beside me. I could smell a tangy aroma, which I figured must have been the scent of Bonnie’s pussy juice, or my mom’s, or both.

“Hey, little girl, how are you doing? Did you have a good time?”

“Yeah,” I giggled, “very good.”

She chuckled. “Me too. That was fun. I’m glad we go to play our game again. Would you like to do it again sometime, if we get another chance?”

“Sure!”

“Okay. I don’t know how often we’ll be able to, but it’s something that I really enjoy, and it looks like you’re having a good time too, so we’ll see if we can’t make it happen again. All right?”

I nodded. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, then nuzzled me lightly and licked my earlobe. It felt funny but also really sexy. I shivered slightly in pleasure.

“Goodnight, sweet girl.”

“G’night, Mommy. And, um, thank you for playing that game with me. I really really like it.”

“That’s good. So do I. Now go to sleep, little baby.”

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Naughty Mommy

I woke up, as I usually did, as soon as my mother came home. It was just past midnight. When she would go out on Saturday nights, leaving me and my little sisters, Kate and Molly, with a babysitter, I never slept very soundly.

Several years earlier, my father had deserted our family, which to be honest didn’t bother me much. He was mean and he used to hit my mom and we all seemed a lot happier with him not around. Luckily, my mother had a good job, which meant we didn’t have to worry too much about money.

A few months after my dad left, my mom decided to start going out in the evening every week or two so she could have some fun for herself. I’d only be about half asleep during the time she was gone, and even though I really wanted her to have a good time, I always felt better when she came home.

That night, as usual, I woke up when I heard the garage door open. Normally she would take the sitter home and come back in fifteen minutes or so, and then she’d come in and kiss me goodnight and then I could sleep. But that night was different.

I didn’t hear the car drive away again, and I thought I could still hear my mother talking to the babysitter downstairs. I waited a while, thinking that soon she would take the girl home, but for some reason she didn’t. And then I got curious.

I got up out of bed and went quietly to the railing that looked down from the second floor into the family room of our house. The sitter, Karen, was a 14-year-old who had just completed her first year of high school. She’d taken care of us several times before this, and my two sisters and I liked her a lot.

Karen was really cute, with long dark hair that she wore with bangs, and pretty brown eyes. She was small, only 5’2” or so, and very slender.

They were sitting together on the sofa. My mom had her arm around Karen’s shoulders and was touching her face. She was whispering something to the teenager but I couldn’t hear what it was.

Karen was acting shy and I think she was blushing, but she was smiling too. My mom seemed to be teasing her a little. She kept caressing Karen’s cheeks and touching her fingers to Karen’s lips. And then she kissed her.

The first kiss (or at least the first one I saw), didn’t last very long. They talked a little more and then my mom kissed her again. And again. And pretty soon Karen put her arms around my mother and then they were kissing really hard.

I suppose Karen must have been a lesbian, or maybe bisexual, although I never would have guessed that before. I was 10 years old at the time, and even though I knew what it meant to be lesbian, and I’d seen some suggestive things in music videos, etc., I certainly had never seen anything like this in real life.

While my mom was kissing Karen, she took the girl’s hand and pressed it to her chest. Then she opened up her blouse, leaned back on the sofa, and pulled Karen’s head down to her bare breasts (she wasn’t wearing a bra). And as Karen was kissing and licking her tits, that’s when my mother looked up and saw me watching them.

I froze, petrified that I would be in big trouble. I wanted to run away, back to my room, but I couldn’t move. I remember how hard my heart was pounding.

Then I got an even bigger surprise. Instead of yelling at me or getting mad or anything when she discovered I was watching, my mom didn’t react like that at all. She just smiled up at me as she petted Karen’s hair.

I couldn’t believe it. Why wasn’t I in trouble? Why wasn’t my mother upset that I had seen them? Was she glad that I was watching her?

Apparently she was, because she sure didn’t change what she was doing. After she let Karen suck on her nipples for a while as I continued watching, she began pulling up the girl’s t-shirt until Karen sat up and my mom lifted the shirt off over her head. She unhooked the teen’s little white bra and took it off. And then she pushed Karen back on the sofa and started licking and sucking her erect nipples.

My head was swimming. I knew I should stop watching but I couldn’t. I was still afraid I would get in trouble, but I was fascinated by what I was seeing. And then, as my mom unzipped the young girl’s jeans and started pulling them down over her legs, I felt a warm stirring in my crotch.

At this point in my life I had never masturbated. Well, I had rubbed myself down there with my soapy hands in the bathtub and it felt good, but I had never brought myself to orgasm or even tried. In fact, at that age I don’t think I really understood what an orgasm was. And this was the first time I had ever felt such a strong sexual arousal.

The powerful feeling made me clench my thighs together, which only increased the exciting sensation. And then, as I saw my mother slip Karen’s panties off and spread her slender white thighs apart, and when the girl closed her eyes and my mom glanced up at me again for just a second before she lowered her mouth to the teenager’s sex, I had an irresistible urge to touch myself.

I was wearing a thin knee-length nightie and a pair of cotton panties. At first I just pressed my hand into my crotch on the outside of my nightie. That felt good, but it wasn’t enough. As I watched my mother licking the young girl’s pussy, and as Karen writhed and moaned on the sofa in obvious sexual pleasure, I pulled the nightie up to my waist and slipped my hand inside my panties.

I had never touched myself that way before. But it felt natural and easy. In the previous few months I’d noticed that the outside area around my private parts — my labia, that is, though I didn’t know the word at the time — had started to change, getting thicker and definitely more sensitive. When I put my hand inside my panties that night, the whole area felt swollen and warm to the touch. I was still completely smooth down there, too, since I didn’t have any pubic hair yet.

As I rubbed myself, just on the outside of my pussy lips at first, I started to feel some wetness on my fingers. It made them slippery, and the more I rubbed myself that way, the better it felt.

My mom had a finger inside Karen’s pussy now, and she had shifted around so she could suck on the girl’s nipples at the same time. She looked up at me again and saw what I was doing, and she smiled and nodded to me.

I was amazed.

Then Karen had what I now know was an orgasm, although at the time I wasn’t sure. But she squealed and squirmed a lot before she finally started to calm down. I was rubbing myself pretty hard and feeling really good as I watched them. My crotch was getting very wet.

After Karen had finished coming, my mother slipped her hand out of her pussy and lifted it to the girl’s face. She put her fingers in Karen’s mouth and it looked like Karen was sucking on my mom’s fingers. I wasn’t sure what what meant at the time, but it seemed pretty sexy.

After that, my mom stood up, reached under her skirt, and pulled down her panties. Then she squatted on the sofa over Karen’s face, held the girl’s head in her hands, and pressed her pussy against her mouth.

This made me more excited than ever. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My own mother was having lesbian sex with our babysitter, a girl who was only a few years older than me!!! And as I rubbed myself harder and harder, my hand gradually slid in between my pussy lips until I could actually feel the hot wet opening to my vagina. This was an entirely new experience. It felt like I was doing something naughty and grown up and it was so sexy and wonderful.

From where I was standing, I couldn’t see everything that was happening below, but my mom kind of wriggled around for a while on Karen’s face while the girl apparently was licking her, and pretty soon my mom had an orgasm too.

After she was finished, they kissed some more and then they started to get dressed. I went back to my room and got in bed. I pulled off my panties so it would be easier to touch myself.

Closing my eyes, I thought about what I had just seen — how my mother had kissed the teenage babysitter, had opened her blouse so the girl could suck her nipples, how she had stripped off Karen’s clothes and kissed her and licked her all over, and how she had straddled the girl’s face and pressed her pussy into her mouth — and how my mom had known I was watching them the whole time!!

I kept rubbing myself as I heard them go out to the garage. I heard the car drive away, and a few minutes later the car came back, and after that I heard my mother coming up the stairs.

I turned on my side then and pretended to be asleep, because I knew she would probably come into my room to kiss me goodnight as she always did. I was still afraid that I might get in trouble, and I also felt ashamed somehow for watching them.

My mom opened my bedroom door and came over to my bed. She sat down on the side of it and gently stroked my hair. Then she leaned down and softly kissed me on the cheek. As she did, I remembered that her mouth had been kissing and licking Karen’s vagina about a half hour earlier.

“Did you have a good time tonight, sweetheart?” she whispered to me. “I hope you did. I love you, Julie.” Then she kissed me again, got up, and left the room. I heard her go into each of my sisters’ rooms for a minute and then to her own room.

I stayed still, pretending to be asleep until I was sure she wasn’t coming back. Then I turned onto my back, spread my legs, and reached down to my crotch. I was still very wet down there. It felt all hot and slippery. I rubbed myself for a long time that night but I never reached orgasm. Finally I fell asleep.

When I awoke late the next morning, Sunday, I still had a worried feeling I might be in trouble with my mother for watching her with the babysitter. I delayed getting dressed and going downstairs until almost noon. But when I finally did, my mom was cheerful and happy.

She was sitting on the sofa (the same one) with my two little sisters and watching cartoons with them. She got up and gave me a big hug and announced that she was taking us to the zoo that afternoon. We were super happy about that.

* * *

The next week, Karen was back again on Saturday night. She came over at about 8:00 and played board games with us until our bedtime, which was 9:30 (my youngest sister, Molly, who was only 6 years old then, went to bed at 8:30).

All that evening I studied Karen, wondering what she was thinking about. I noticed that she was wearing a denim skirt and a crop top this week, instead of her usual jeans and t-shirt. I also noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and that she seemed to have a little more makeup on.

I kept wondering what it would be like to see her naked. Well, I had seen her naked, of course, but I mean up close. I wondered if she would like to kiss me the way she had kissed our mom — and it was that night when I started to realize that I must be a lesbian myself.

I had never really had much interest in boys, anyway, although for that matter I had never had many sexual thoughts at all until just one week earlier when I saw my mother with Karen. But every night since then I had recalled those wonderful images as I lay in bed and touched myself.

This time my mom did not stay out as late as she had the last time, and when she came home at about 11:15, I was wide awake. I waited for a while, wondering if I would hear the car drive away soon, taking Karen home, and when I didn’t, I got very excited. I was so hoping there might be a repeat of the week before. After another few minutes I got up out of bed. Before I left my room, I took off my panties and put them in the drawer. Then I went out to the hall.

They were already kissing and rubbing their hands all over each other’s bodies. My mom was sitting on the sofa with Karen on her lap, straddling her and pressing her slender young body against my mother’s. Karen’s skirt was up around her waist and my mom was squeezing the girl’s tight little ass.

This was exactly what I’d been waiting for. All week long, I’d been thinking about what I’d seen the time before and hoping it would happen again. I pulled up my nightie and put my hand between my legs and started gently rubbing myself.

Soon my mother’s blouse was open and Karen was kissing her breasts, and then as I watched, the girl pulled down my mother’s panties and buried her face in my mother’s crotch.

As she held the teenage girl’s head in her hands and pulled it hard against her pussy, my mom looked up to see me. She smiled at me and licked her lips lasciviously.

For some reason, this made me want to show off, so I moved along the second-floor railing to a place where my mother would have a better view and spread my legs wide apart so that she could see how I was touching myself. It was so exciting to show my naked pussy to my mom while I was masturbating, and while she was having sex with our babysitter!!

It didn’t take long at all before my mother had an orgasm. Shortly after that she took off Karen’s clothes until the lovely girl was completely naked, and then Mom lay on the carpeted floor and had Karen sit on her face. And while Mom was eating Karen’s pussy, she put one hand down to her own crotch and started fucking herself. I think she did this mainly for me, because she lifted her bottom off the floor and spread her thighs wide apart and pointed her pussy right at me so I could watch her fingers going in and out.

By this time I was very excited, of course, and as I watched my mom fucking herself while she was eating the teenage girl’s pussy, I slipped my fingers in between my hot wet folds and started tickling the opening to my vagina.

Karen had an orgasm soon, but that didn’t finish it. My mom put Karen on her back and lay on top of her in what I now know is a ‘69’ position. They licked each other like that for a while, until my mom, who was facing toward me, gently slipped the middle finger of one hand into Karen’s pussy, and then looked straight up at me.

I was thrilled to be part of this sexual experience with my mother. I tried to open my legs even wider so she could see my wet pussy as I rubbed myself. My mom smiled at me and licked her lips. She began fucking the teenage girl with her finger, slowly at first, and then faster and faster, as she stared up at me, watching me masturbate.

When Karen started to come, my mother did too. They climaxed together, powerfully, and it was then that I had the first orgasm of my life. It was so strong that it buckled my knees and almost made me faint. I wasn’t even sure what had happened, but in a daze I groped my way along the wall back to my room and fell into my bed where I rubbed myself again until it happened one more time.

I was asleep when my mother returned from taking Karen home. She came into my room and gently awakened me.

“Baby?” she said softly. “I’m sorry to wake you up, but I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“Yeah, Mom,” I rubbed my eyes. “I’m fine. Um, thank you for… um, for not getting mad at me.”

She kissed my cheek. “No, honey, of course I’m not mad at you. We’re just having some fun together, kind of a little game. Did you enjoy yourself tonight?”

“Yeah, a lot. I like, um, I like doing that. I mean, watching you, and, you know.”

“Did you come?”

“What?”

“Did you have an orgasm? Make yourself come?”

“Um, yeah, I think so,” I smiled. “Twice.”

“Ooh, that’s nice. I’m glad. We’ll have to play that game some more. But right now, you go to sleep, okay? I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you, too, Mom. G’night.”

She kissed me tenderly on the lips, and again I thought about the fact that my mother’s mouth had been licking Karen’s pussy not much earlier. She left the room then and I fell asleep right away, feeling very happy.

* * *

The following Saturday night, Karen wasn’t available and so we had a different babysitter. This time nothing special happened.

But the week after that, Karen was back. This time she was wearing a little blue sundress, very short, with a halter top. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra.

We played our usual board games, but Karen seemed distracted and I noticed that she kept looking at the clock, checking the time. She made sure to put us to bed right on the dot at 9:30, instead of giving us ten or fifteen minutes extra like she sometimes would.

That night my mom came home even earlier, at about 10:30. As soon as I heard the garage door open, I got out of bed and went to my door. I wasn’t wearing any panties, just a short white blouse that buttoned in the front and didn’t even come down to my belly button.

I silently opened the door and peaked out. Moving closer to the railing, I looked down into the family room and saw that Karen was laying on her back on the sofa, wearing her sundress.

As soon as my mom came into the room, Karen smiled at her and lifted one of her legs up over the back of the sofa, and I could see — and my mother could see — that she had taken off her underwear. But that wasn’t all we could see. Karen had also shaved away all her pubic hair! Before it had been neatly trimmed, but now she was completely bare, like a little girl.

“Oh, how beautiful!” exclaimed my mom. “That looks good enough to eat!”

“That’s what I’ve been waiting for,” grinned Karen, as she used her fingers to spread her pussy lips apart. My mother walked slowly toward her, unzipping her own dress along the way and stepping out of it. She was wearing a matching red lace bra and panties.

My mom, I have to say, is absolutely gorgeous. Even though she’s given birth to three kids, she works out a lot and has kept herself in great shape. She’s tall and blonde, with long legs, nice tits, and a trim waist. The night I’m describing now was eight years ago, when she was only 30 years old, but still today she looks amazing. She is the sexiest woman I have ever seen.

Instead of walking straight up to Karen, she went behind the couch. She bent over and lifted the girl’s mouth to hers and they kissed for a long time. Then my mom unhooked her bra and fed her tits to Karen, one at a time. As the teenage lesbian eagerly sucked on her nipples, my mother looked up to see me watching. She smiled broadly and licked her lips as she saw what I was doing.

I had opened my blouse so my chest was bare. At age 10, I had almost nothing there, I was still practically flat, but it gave me a thrill anyway. This was the first time I had displayed myself to my mom like that. I was also rubbing my crotch, of course, and I was standing in what I thought was the best place for her to see me.

She smiled up at me and nodded, and then, without taking her eyes off me, put a hand under her breast, the one Karen was not sucking, and lifted it up toward her mouth, extending her tongue to lick her erect brown nipple. This was very exciting to me and I responded involuntarily by licking my own lips and raising one hand to my chest. I caressed my little nipples and it felt so nice.

My mother moved around the sofa and knelt between Karen’s legs. She licked the girl’s shaved pussy and fucked her with her fingers and made her come twice. I had been masturbating every night for two weeks now and I was getting pretty good at it, so I knew that I was close to an orgasm myself. But I wanted to see my mother come. I wanted to watch her being eaten by Karen and have her look up at me as I fingered myself to a climax.

However, after Karen’s second orgasm, right after the girl sat up and pulled her dress off over head, leaving her naked, she happened to glance up — and she saw me. Her eyes went wide and she just stared for a moment. Then she blushed and grabbed her clothes and ran toward the bathroom.

I went quickly back into my room and closed the door, afraid that this time I was in serious trouble, that I had done something terribly wrong. I was crying and trembling as I got into bed and pulled the covers over my head.

About five minutes later, my mother came into my room. She sat down on my bed and gently patted my shoulder. “There, there, it’s okay, baby, you don’t have to cry. Come on, sit up now and talk to Mommy.”

I pulled down the covers just slightly so I could look at her. I was still sobbing and trembling. “Aren’t you mad at me?”

“No, of course not, baby. You didn’t do anything wrong. Everything is just fine. Now I’m going to take Karen home and then I’ll come back and talk to you some more. But I don’t want you to cry or be upset. Everything is fine, really. I’m not mad at you at all. I love you, sweetie.”

She leaned over and kissed me several times on the cheeks and on the lips. She used the sheets to gently dry my tears. “That’s my pretty girl. That’s my darling girl. You’re Mommy’s wonderful, beautiful, sexy little girl and she loves you very much. Okay?”

“…okay…”

“Now I’ll be right back and then I’ll cuddle with you until you go to sleep. But you don’t need to cry any more because everything is just fine.” She kissed me once more on the mouth, patted my thigh, and then left the room.

I heard the car drive away and about twenty minutes later I heard it come back. When my mother came up to my room I wasn’t crying any more. I’d put on some regular pajamas and I was in my bed but not asleep.

Before she came to my room, my mom had changed from her dress into a pretty nightgown. It was lacy, white, and sheer.

“Scoot over,” she said as she lifted the sheet and slid into my bed next to me. “Now, are you okay? No more tears?”

“Yeah.”

My mother put her arms around me and pulled me close. We cuddled as she comforted me. “I talked to Karen and explained everything. I told her that what you were doing was natural. You were curious, sexually, and you got aroused by what you saw, and you started touching yourself. That’s perfectly normal, right?”

“I guess so.”

“I got her to admit that she started masturbating when she was about your age and she agreed that there’s nothing wrong with it at all. So I’m not mad at you, and she’s not mad at you. But — I’m not sure Karen will be coming back to babysit for us again. Which is probably for the best.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I liked her.”

“I know, honey. I liked her too, obviously.” She smiled at me and kissed my forehead. “But you have nothing to be sorry for. It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong. You and I were playing that little game we talked about before, and it just caught Karen by surprise, that’s all. The next time, if there is a next time, we’ll try to make sure that there aren’t any sudden surprises.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, what I mean is, if there is another time when I have someone I’m getting intimate with and you come out to watch us — and I hope you will, because I really love that part of the game,” she gave me a wet kiss on the cheek as she said that, “then I will make sure, in advance, that the person won’t be surprised. That she’ll know what to expect.”

“You mean with the next babysitter?”

“No,” she chuckled, “it’s probably not such a good idea for Mommy to be boinking the teenage babysitters, even though I love it. It could cause a big mess if anyone found out. No, I’ll try to pick someone a little older, maybe more experienced, someone who will be okay playing our game along with us. Because I do want to play it again. That is, if you do. Do you, honey?”

“Yeah, I think.”

“You think?”

“Well, I like it, I mean, I really like it. I hope we can do it some more but I don’t want to get you into any trouble.” I started to sob again.

My mother hugged me close. “Oh, honey, don’t you worry, nothing bad is going to happen. You and I will play our little game, and I’ll make sure it’s perfectly safe for both of us. Okay?”

She held my face and looked into my eyes. I nodded. “Okay.”

“And any time you want to talk with me about anything — whether it’s about sex, or masturbation, or anything else, no matter what — you just come to me and we’ll talk, all right?”

I smiled at her and nodded again.

“Okay, good girl. Now, you know what I’m going to do?”

I shook my head.

“Well, as you know, Karen got scared and went home before she had a chance to get me off. So, right now I’m going to go get in bed and play with myself and make sure I have at least three or four orgasms before I go to sleep.”

I’m sure my eyes were very wide as my mother told me this.

“I’ll be thinking about our game while I touch myself,” she continued, in a whisper. “I’ll remember what it was like to make love with Karen while you were watching us and while you were rubbing your little pussy. That’s what I’m going to do.”

She got up out of my bed, then leaned down and kissed me on the mouth. “Good night, my darling little girl.”

I had a lot to think about that night after my mother went to bed.

I imagined her in her room, touching herself, making herself come, over and over again. I thought about what might happen the next time, if there was a next time, that we played our little game. I wondered who she might bring home for me to watch while they made love. She had specifically said she when she was talking about the next person, so I was sure it would be a woman and not a man, and I was glad for that.

I found myself thinking that it would be totally creepy to watch my mom with some guy, but that it would be really exciting to see her again with a woman or a girl. I knew for sure that I was a lesbian, and I figured that my mom must be one too. I wondered how she could have been married for so long and had three kids if she was a lesbian, but I couldn’t figure that out. I thought about all these things and I didn’t masturbate that night, but I did the following night and almost every night after, until the next time.

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