Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

My mom and I finished our shopping, getting everything we needed, while continuing to sexually tease each other. At 5:30, we met Molly and Kate at the appointed place and headed out to the car.

“Are you girls hungry yet?” our mother asked as we started for home.

“I am!” chimed Kate and Molly in unison from the back seat.

“Me too,” I nodded, smiling.

“How about having fish and chips tonight? Does that sound good?”

We all clapped, since that was a treat our mother wouldn’t let us have very often. She fed us mostly healthy meals and not too much fried stuff, but once in a while she would give in and indulge us.

When we got to the pub that made our favorite fish and chips, Mommy parked the car and gave Kate some money, asking her to go in and place the order for us. We would take the dinner home and eat there. Molly asked if she could go in too, and my mom said okay.

So that left my mother and I alone in the car. Which apparently was what she had intended.

I’d noticed when we parked that she’d chosen a spot at the far end of the lot, well away from the other cars, even though there were several available spaces closer to the pub entrance. I hadn’t really thought much about it then, but now I saw the reason why.

The moment my sisters disappeared through the front door, Mommy unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. Turning to me, she said, “Open up your legs, honey. Show me your pussy.”

She began masturbating as I shifted around in the seat, lifting my knee so she could look between my legs. I still wasn’t wearing any panties, of course, and I remembered then that she wasn’t either. In the mall, she had taken off her thong and given it to me. I reached into my coat pocket, found the thong and took it out. I sniffed it as I watched my mother playing with herself.

“I just can’t wait any longer,” she told me. “I really need to come.”

Her face was turning red and it was already shiny with sweat. She kept staring at my naked pussy. It made me a little nervous to be exposing myself that way in a public parking lot, but it was also very exciting. I reached between my legs and gently rubbed my clit.

“Are you wet, baby?” my mom asked.

“I think so.”

“Put your finger inside and, and let me see.”

I looked around first, making sure no other cars or pedestrians were anywhere near, then spread my pussy lips apart for her. While keeping an eye on the door of the pub, watching for Kate and Molly to come out, I placed a finger at the center of my vagina and pressed it in. I groaned with the pleasure this gave me, and pushed the finger in even deeper, as far as it would go.

“That’s my good girl. Fuck your pussy for Mommy. Mommy likes to watch you.”

Her fingers were moving really fast between her legs and I could tell by the way she was breathing that she was almost ready to come.

“Watch me, Mommy,” I said, “watch me fucking myself.”

I pulled the finger out a little and then pushed it back inside. I was very wet. My cunt was slippery and warm, making it easy to slide the finger in and out.

“God yes Julie, do it! Fuck yourself for Mommy!!”

I wasn’t very close to an orgasm yet, but she sure was. It amazed me to see her openly masturbating where anyone could observe her if they happened to be walking by.

“Oh yes!!” she cried as she started to come.

I fucked my pussy faster.

She was staring at my cunt. “God — yes — FUCK — FUCK!!”

My mother climaxed right there, sitting in our car in the parking lot. She came loudly and when she finished, she leaned her head back, closing her eyes, panting and sighing and licking her lips.

“Oh goddamn,” she said, “goddamn, that was good.”

She’d taken her hand out of her jeans and zipped them up in case my sisters came back, but she had both hands pressed between her legs, squeezing her crotch. The way her body would sometimes jerk a little, I thought that maybe she was still enjoying a few more spasms from her climax.

Only a minute later, the door to the pub opened and Molly and Kate came trotting toward the car, carrying our dinner.

“Here they come,” I warned, as I lowered my knee and turned to face forward in the seat again, smoothing my dress over my thighs.

Just before the girls arrived, I said, “Mommy,” and when my mother glanced over at me, I sucked my wet finger into my mouth. She smiled and gave me a wink.

* * *

After we finished eating, the four of us sat together on the big sofa in the family room (yes, that sofa) and watched TV for a while.

At 8:30, Mommy said, “Molly, it’s time for you to get ready for bed. Julie, will you go with her and make sure she brushes her teeth and everything? I need to have a little talk with Kate in her room. You come and get me when Molly’s in bed and I’ll tuck her in. Okay?”

“Okay, sure,” I nodded. My mom turned off the television and we all went upstairs.

Something changed for me that night.

I began looking at Molly in a different way than I ever had before. Up until then, she had always just been my cute baby sister. But after all the excitement at the mall, especially the experience of seeing the girl in the plaid skirt at the cafe and the little redhead in the doll store, when I looked at Molly’s smooth childish body that evening, I saw someone else.

As we sat on her bed, I pulled her heavy long-sleeved shirt off, her light undershirt coming with it. Her chest was completely flat, her nipples still small, just little pink dots. She was too young to be shy about nudity, and I was glad for that. She stood and pushed down her trousers, along with her undies. Her shoes and socks were already off. Now she was naked.

I couldn’t help it. I reached out and put my hands on her, on her little hips, turning her toward me. I felt how soft and smooth her skin was, how warm and perfect. I looked at her slit. So innocent and girlish. So childlike. So tempting.

I smiled at her. “You’re such a pretty girl, Molly.”

“Thank you.”

Her lovely eyes were big and blue, with long lashes. I wanted to kiss her. She was so pliant, so amenable, so willing to go along with what anyone said.

I didn’t kiss her though. Not then, anyway. I patted her little bottom, winked at her, and picked up her pajamas from the bed. “Come on, let’s get these on.”

She stepped into the bottoms, pulling them up, and I helped her get the top over her head. Then she went down the hall to brush her teeth. I waited in her room, feeling all jittery inside, both alarmed and aroused by my unfamiliar responses to seeing my sister naked. I squeezed my thighs together as I thought about her.

She was still the same Molly, of course. But now she was someone new, too. She was a girl I could imagine touching, a girl I wanted to touch. And not touch the way I always had, but in a sexual way. I could see myself getting in bed with her and kissing her, putting my hand between her legs, rubbing my fingers over that puffy white slit of hers, and…

Whoa.

I was extremely excited, my pussy juicy and tingling. What had come over me? First, it was my mother, then Kate, and now 8-year-old Molly! I wanted to have lesbian sex with everyone in my family!!

I shook my head, trying to clear it and stay focused on the job of getting innocent little Molly ready for bed.

When she returned, done with her teeth, we sat together and I brushed her curly blonde hair for a few minutes, telling her how pretty and soft it was. Then I got her into bed.

As I leaned over to give her a hug and a kiss, I felt her hands on my chest. It seemed for a moment almost as if Molly was grabbing for my boobs — but then I thought, no, that’s obviously ridiculous. It’s just my wild erotic imagination getting the better of me.

I kissed her, telling her I would have Mommy come in and say goodnight. Then I left the room, closing her door behind me. I stood for a moment, breathing deeply, trying to collect myself. When I thought I was ready, I stepped across the hall and knocked on Kate’s door.

“Come in,” I heard my mother say.

They were sitting side by side on Kate’s bed, very close, their thighs touching. They were both still fully dressed, except their shoes were off. But the way their faces appeared flushed made me wonder if they had been kissing.

“Um, I got Molly in bed, you can tuck her in now if you want.”

“Okay,” my mom smiled. “Thank you, darling, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Back in my own room, I quickly got myself ready for bed. It was still fairly early, not even 9:00, and I wasn’t sleepy yet, but I had a lot to think about.

I lay on my back for a while, looking up at the ceiling, then turned onto my side as I pondered things. I remembered the sexy dream my mother had told me about on our Sea World trip, about having all three of her daughters naked in bed with her, kissing and touching. Then I recalled the bizarre erotic vision I’d had one night of performing sexually with my mom in front of an audience of nude women and girls, with some of the girls being as young as Molly, and even younger. What did it all mean?

At the mall, in the doll store, I’d asked my mother if it was really okay for me to have sexual fantasies about such young girls, and she had told me it was “more than okay.” But what if some of the things I thought about were no longer fantasies — what if they became reality? Could they?

Just how young was too young for sex, I wondered… I was 12 and Kate was 10, and I was sure we were both ready. Or at least we both thought about it an awful lot, and we could give ourselves orgasms without much difficulty. Could a younger girl do that too? Would an 8-year-old, like Molly, be able to have a climax?

Thinking about that made me start to get excited again. I closed my eyes and pictured my cute little sister in bed, naked and touching herself. I imagined her rubbing her slit, getting wet — and of course I was getting wet too as I fantasized about her. I turned onto my stomach, my hand reaching under me, stroking my pussy while I pretended I was in her bed with her, on top of her, pressing my body against hers.

I imagined touching Molly everywhere, kissing her, licking her… and then I imagined four other little girls joining us, the girls from the mall that day… a flirtatious brunette in a short skirt and white tights who was getting herself naked for us… a pair of blonde twins watching me with Molly and touching each other as they looked on, arousing each other… and a darling redhead, only 6 or 7 years old, the youngest one of all, taking off her pretty black dress, pulling down her panties, getting in bed with us… in my fantasy I saw the youngest one climb on top of Molly, and then they were kissing, two beautiful girls with smooth white bodies, holding each other, kissing wetly… and the other girls were with us too, touching me, rubbing their hands all over me, bringing me…

I had so many orgasms that night as I imagined the possibilities, all the different ways those five girls and I could be with each other. It was an unending delight to think about the variations of having sex with all those little bodies, those flat chests and hairless cunnies and sweet young mouths.

Finally I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. It was nearly 10:30. I’d been masturbating for an hour and a half straight and my pussy was actually starting to feel a bit sore. I switched off the lamp and turned onto my back, sighing deeply. I still wasn’t sure I was ready for sleep, but probably I didn’t need to rub myself any more that night.

What a day it had been! I’d started in the morning, coming several times in my bed, then again a few times in the shower, then in the ladies room at the mall, and who knows how many more times tonight. I was definitely giving my pussy a serious workout.

I heard a knock at my door. Was it my mom?

The door opened, and it turned out to be Kate. “Are you awake?” she whispered.

“Yeah,” I answered. “Come in.”

She closed the door and quickly came over to my bed in the dim light. “Can I get in with you?”

“Sure.” I opened the covers and let her climb in. I could see that she was wearing bikini undies and a tight tank top. I was in a big t-shirt but with no panties on.

“I promise I won’t stay for very long,” she said, snuggling close to me. “I know it’s late and we have to go to sleep, but I couldn’t possibly wait to come and tell you what happened.”

“It’s okay,” I smiled, “you can stay as long as you want.”

My sister gave me a quick kiss and scrunched in even closer. Her face was right next to mine.

“Mommy was with me in my room until a few minutes ago,” she began. “We, um, we masturbated again, and oh, Julie, it was so nice. I just love doing that with her. And also with you too. I mean, I guess I just love doing it, period.”

“Me too, a lot,” I giggled, and she giggled with me.

“But, um, mostly that wasn’t what we did,” she continued. “I mean, mostly we just talked. We talked for a long time. She wanted to know all about the stuff I thought about, like what kinds of girls I like and everything. She asked me who I liked at school, and I told her about Monica, even though of course I haven’t ever done anything with her and probably never will, but it was just so nice to talk with her about all that stuff. You know?”

“Yeah, I do know.”

Then it was quiet for a minute. Kate and I were lying very close to one another, warm beneath the covers. I put my hand on her cheek. I brought my lips close to hers. We kissed, ever so softly and tenderly.

After the first kiss, she moaned and pressed herself against me, kissing me more deeply. When she pulled away, she licked her lips and said, “But you know what?”

“What?”

“Did you ever, um, when you masturbate with Mommy, have you ever done it where she gets really close to you and lets you, like, watch her and see everything? I mean, so close that you can, um, you can even smell her pussy and stuff?”

“Yeah, I have. That’s so hot, isn’t it?”

“God, it’s awesome. Totally freak-out amazing. Mommy is like… I don’t know, she’s just so sexy!”

“Did you come too?” I asked.

“Uh-huh, twice,” she grinned. “The second time while Mommy was right down between my legs, looking at me. Then she asked — omigod, Julie, she asked if she could taste me! You know, like you do sometimes, licking my fingers.”

“Nice.”

“Yeah, it really really was.”

After a short pause, Kate turned to look at the clock, sighing. “Okay, I promised not to stay very long, and I guess for once I’ll try to be good and not break the rules. Although in that case I probably shouldn’t be here at all. Oh well.”

That made me laugh. I gave her a big hug. We kissed a few more times and then she got out of bed. She paused for a moment, holding my hand. “I love you, Julie.”

“I love you too, darling Katie.”

“G’night.”

“G’night.”

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