Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

As we were heading toward our mother’s bedroom, I suddenly recalled the clothes we’d left in the washing machine.

“Wait just a sec, I’ll be right back,” I told Kate.

Giggling, I dashed down the hall and down the stairs — naked, of course — quickly transferred the laundry from the washer to the dryer and started it going, then ran back up the stairs.

My sister was waiting for me, grinning happily. “You’re so good, you always remember everything you’re supposed to do. I wish I was more like you.”

“Aw, don’t be silly. I’m just neurotic, that’s all.”

“I don’t know what that word means,” she chuckled, “but if it means sexy, that’s what you are!”

Laughing out loud, I hugged her and kissed her, slapping her bare bottom with my hand. “You’re so funny,” I told her. “God, I love you!”

“Come on!” Kate urged. “Let’s go get in Mommy’s bed.”

“Okay!”

This was really exciting, yet another new thing I hadn’t done before, or even thought of doing. I felt a stir of arousal as I imagined our mother’s reaction at finding her young daughters waiting naked for her.

We entered her bedroom, switched on the overhead light for a minute to get our bearings, then turned off the hall light and the bedroom light, shut the door behind us, and groped our way to the bed in the dark. Pulling back the covers, we slipped inside, giggling nervously. The sheets felt chilly, making my nipples hard. My toes were cold too. I hugged Kate to get warm.

My teeth were chattering. I knew it wasn’t really that cold, and that it had to partly be my jitters about what we were doing that made me feel this way. I pulled the covers all the way up over our heads. My sister and I nestled together, face to face in total blackness, nothing but moist breath and soft skin between us.

After a minute, I began to calm down. Neither of us had said anything yet as we huddled inside our mother’s bed. Still not speaking, I brought my lips to hers and we kissed.

The first kiss was soft, slow, sweet, just lips on lips, no tongue. Then I pulled back a little and waited.

Kate rested her forehead on mine, as she liked to do. We stayed that way a while, feeling warmer, breathing easily, gently holding each other, a long interval of tender, loving, sisterly closeness.

Tender, loving, sisterly… and more than sisterly too… I felt her hand moving to my breast, touching my nipple, fondling it, teasing it, twisting it, making it grow full and turgid, making it throb with desire.

I kissed her again, my lips apart this time. She sighed, shoving her tongue deeply into my mouth. She pinched my erect nipple harder as we kissed. An impulse shot from my tit to my clit and I trembled all over with lusty excitement.

Kate wrapped her arms around me, pulling my body tightly to hers. Her leg pressed between my thighs, opening them, sliding up until it lodged against my wet pussy. I moaned, kissing her even more urgently.

Then, without warning, she drew away. She turned onto her back, removing her leg from my crotch, and pushed the covers down, trying to get her breath.

“God,” she panted. “I… I just…”

“What is it, Katie? What’s wrong?”

“I mean… god, Julie, if… if you weren’t my sister, then…”

“Then what?”

She laughed. “Then I’d do everything with you!”

I turned onto my back too, laughing with her, but also secretly despairing. I wanted her so much. Should I tell her that? Tell her what I really felt? Tell Kate that I wanted her, that I wanted her in spite of our being sisters — maybe because we were sisters?

Maybe I should have said that to her then, but I didn’t. All I said was, “I know…”

It was quiet for a while. We lay together in the dark, still close, but not quite touching.

Several minutes later, Kate said, “I’m sorry, Julie.”

“Sorry? What for?”

“Well, I mean, I’m sorry I got you excited that way, and then I stopped. It’s not fair.”

“Um, I know, but you…… I don’t want you to stop.”

Her hand found mine. Our fingers interlaced.

A long pause, and then she said. “Do you really think it’s okay?”

“What’s okay?”

“You know, for us, even if we’re sisters, to kiss and stuff. Like we do.”

I thought about what she’d asked. I knew what I wanted, but that wasn’t really the question. Finally I said, “I don’t know, I’m not sure. I think it is, but I don’t know.”

“I like doing it, though. I like it a lot.”

“Me too,” I told her. “A lot.”

“Julie?”

“Yeah?”

“Where do you think Mommy goes, um, when she goes out at night?”

“I don’t know. I never really thought about it. She goes dancing, I know that.”

“I know, but where?”

“I’m not sure. We could ask her, I guess.”

As if on cue, we heard our mother’s car drive up and the garage door start to open. I glanced at the clock. It was almost 12:00.

“Omigod, she’s home!” Kate yanked the covers up over our heads, laughing insanely. I laughed too, caught up in her hysteria, and tried to hug her.

“Be quiet!” she urged, even though she was the one making most of the noise.

“Okay, okay, just keep still, calm down. If we’re gonna surprise her, we can’t keep laughing.”

“I know!” she giggled loudly.

We heard Mommy coming into the house and then a minute later up the stairs. We scrunched closer together under the covers. “Shh!!” Kate attempted to whisper, still giggling.

The bedroom door opened. A couple of footsteps, and then a light switched on. I could tell it was the lamp on my mother’s vanity, not the overhead light.

Kate chortled. When she tried to muffle it with her hands, it came out like a snort. I couldn’t help myself and started giggling too. “Shh!!”

“What’s that I hear?” said Mommy, jokingly. “I thought I heard something.”

My sister snorted again, her whole body shaking as she struggled to contain her delirium.

“Could there be burglars in here? Hiding in the bed, perhaps?”

We knew, of course, that our planned surprise was a comically inept failure, but we stayed under the covers just the same.

“Burglars, hiding in my bed. It’s a good thing I keep this big hammer here in the drawer, so I can bash them with it.”

Kate threw back the covers, shrieking with laughter, “Mommy, it’s us!!” We both sat up, grinning like fools.

“Well, well, well…” She stood looking at us, hands on her hips, smiling and shaking her head. She wasn’t holding a hammer. “What have we here?”

“We wanted to surprise you,” I giggled.

“Yes, and you did too. And what a nice surprise it is.” Her gaze went from our blushing faces to our bare breasts. “If you two aren’t just the cutest little burglars I ever saw.”

She took a deep breath and let it slowly out. Then she turned toward the vanity and began taking off her earrings. “Okay, now, you pair of juvenile delinquents. Run along and get in bed. I’ll come in and kiss you goodnight in a minute.”

“But, Mommy,” I began, “there’s, um, there’s something we wanted to ask you about.”

“Yeah,” Kate nodded, apparently glad I’d thought of a reason for us to stay a while longer.

“Yes? And what is that?” Our mother closed her jewelry case, then came and sat on the end of the bed, slipping off her shoes and rubbing her feet.

“Well, it’s, when you… we wanted to know, like, when you go out at night, we wondered what kind of places you go to.”

“Oh. Well, it depends. There are several different places.”

“Like where?”

She stood and turned to face us, smiling. “You really want to know?”

“Yeah. Well, um, Kate was wondering about it. And I’m curious too. I never asked you.”

Reaching behind her neck, my mother untied the back of her halter dress. The top fell away, exposing her beautiful breasts.

“I go dancing, you know, at nightclubs. Sometimes at, uh, at lesbian clubs.”

She pulled down a zipper on the side of the pretty green dress and stepped out of it. Now she was wearing only a lacy white g-string. I couldn’t believe how sexy she looked.

“Like I said, there are several different places. It just depends on my mood. And on what I find when I get there,” she added with a smile.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well…” Our mother looked at us for a moment, at our eyes, at our nipples, and then down at her own nipples. She lifted her fingers to them, toying with them.

“You know what I’m looking for when I go out, don’t you?” she asked in a husky voice.

We didn’t reply. But I could feel my heart beating faster.

She looked at us again, licking her lips as she continued to fondle her nipples. “When I go out at night, I’m looking for one of two things. First, I’m always looking for someone new I can bring home with me, a beautiful woman who’ll be willing to play our game with us, who will let me fuck her while my daughters are watching…”

“God,” sighed Kate. I glanced at her and saw that she was tweaking her little nipples too.

“…and if I can’t find that, which most often I can’t, then I’ll just look for someone to have some fun with that night, a pretty woman or girl I can kiss and touch and who will maybe finger me or lick me and give me a nice hot orgasm before I come home.”

“God, Mommy…” Kate sighed again.

Our mother was holding both her breasts in her hands, massaging them and squeezing the nipples. She smiled at my sister and blew her a little kiss.

Then, as we watched, she did that amazing thing I’d seen her do on New Year’s Eve with Danni. She lifted a breast up toward her face, extending her tongue to lick the erect nipple. She kissed it and licked it, bathing it with her tongue, even sucking on it briefly, and then raised her other breast, doing the same with the other nipple.

“Wow,” Kate breathed. I looked at her again and saw that she had a hand between her legs. She was masturbating. I was still just sitting there, observing everything.

When she finished licking and kissing her own nipples, Mommy knelt on the end of the bed, then slowly came crawling toward us on her hands and knees. Now my heart was really beating fast.

She approached Kate, bringing her mouth very close to my sister’s. She whispered, “Do you want me to tell you everything I do with those women I meet? Every dirty nasty little detail?”

Kate nodded shyly, her eyes wide. I don’t think she was capable of speech at that moment. Mommy licked her own lips, then put out her tongue and licked around the edge of my sister’s mouth. I heard Kate whimpering.

“Okay, little girl, I’ll tell you all about it. I’ll tell you what your mommy does when I go out at night, about the sexy women I meet, and how we get each other excited.”

She sat back on her haunches, running her hands up and down her body, caressing her breasts, her abdomen, her thighs. “I’ll tell you about the way we dance together, the way we kiss and touch each other, sliding our hands up the insides of our legs, reaching under our skirts right in the middle of the dance floor and rubbing each other’s pussies.”

My hand was on my swollen clit, caressing it, my other hand on my breast, pinching the hard nipple. Without even realizing it, I had started to masturbate as I watched my mother acting so seductively.

“Is that what you want to hear?” Mommy asked.

Kate just nodded again.

“I can tell you more too, little one, much more. I’ll tell you everything you want to know. But first, there’s something I want you to do for me.” Turning, our mother reclined on the bed, laying her head on a pillow. She looked up at Kate. “Will you take off my undies?”

“Okay.” My sister’s voice was barely a squeak. I could see her trembling.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Then she slipped her fingers inside the waistband of the white lace g-string and gradually started tugging it down. Mommy raised her bottom up from the bed but did nothing else to help. It took Katie a minute to get the tight g-string over my mom’s hips and then all the way down her long legs and off.

“Thank you, sweetie.”

“Um, you’re welcome.”

“Now I think I need a kiss. Can you kiss me, right here?” She pointed to her mound, to the small patch of closely trimmed pubic hair just above her vulva.

A tiny whisper, “Okay.”

I rubbed my clit faster as I watched my sister slowly bending down, bringing her mouth to Mommy’s crotch, giving her a tender kiss.

My mother took Kate’s head in her hands and held her there for several seconds, actually pressing her face in more tightly against her body. When she released her, she said, “Thank you, darling, that was nice. Very nice. But now I need another kiss. Right here.”

She pointed to a spot between her breasts.

Kate swallowed. She put a hand between her legs and stroked herself, just briefly, before shifting higher on the bed and then leaning down again, bringing her lips to the spot our mother had pointed out.

This time, instead of holding Kate’s head, my mom put her hands on the sides of her breasts and pressed them together, catching my sister’s face between them. Kate began to pull away, but Mommy stopped her, saying, “No, don’t move, keep kissing me. Use your tongue.”

I wasn’t able to see what Kate was doing, but I heard some muffled licking sounds. Our mother cooed, “That’s a good girl. That’s Mommy’s good girl.” She squeezed her nipples between her thumbs and her forefingers as she pressed her breasts tightly against Kate’s face.

When my mom finally released her, Kate’s eyes were wide, her face flushed with excitement. She licked her lips and immediately a hand went between her legs, stroking rapidly.

Mommy smiled when she saw that. “Mmm, is my little girl getting turned on? Is your pussy getting wet?”

“Uh-huh,” Kate nodded.

Mine was too. Very wet.

“Okay,” our mother said. “Come here and lie down next to me now and I’ll tell you everything I do when I go out at night. Julie, you come here too.”

She smiled and held her hands out to us. We went to her.

As we started to lie down, Mommy said, “Katie, can you turn off the light? Let’s do this in the dark.”

“All right.”

For the next hour, or maybe longer, we listened as our mother recounted in detail how she went out looking for women to have sex with, how she would make eye contact with them, talk with them, dance with them, and then begin kissing and caressing. She told us how sometimes they would seek a secluded corner of a nightclub for more intimate touching, reaching inside each other’s panties (if they were wearing any), occasionally even bringing each other to orgasm right there in the open.

We were all three masturbating as we lay in her bed in the dark, listening to her low voice as she described her sexy encounters with these women. She gave us evocative descriptions of some of the ones she’d been with recently, their hair, their eyes, their mouths, their breasts. She told us how exhilarating it was to touch another woman’s pussy, a complete stranger, someone she hadn’t met before, how thrilling it was to slide her hand up between her legs, to see what she would discover.

How much pussy hair would this new woman have? Would she be completely bald, as so many were these days? It was so exciting to find out. And what would her lips be like, her labia? Small and delicate, or thick and full? Would she already be wet when——

I came then, as she talked about exploring another woman’s pussy in the dark corner of a nightclub. My mother paused to let me finish. I was kind of surprised that I climaxed first that night. Sometimes it took me a little longer than Kate or my mom, but not this time.

She went on to tell us more, and soon both she and my sister were having their own orgasms. But we didn’t stop there. We continued touching ourselves and she kept on talking about going to different clubs and bars, trying to find someone she could dance with and kiss and hopefully seduce. She even told us that sometimes, if she was feeling extra needy, she would go to a strip club and pay one of the young girls there to take her in the back and lick her and fuck her and sit on her face until they both came several times. That sounded totally nasty and hot, and it made both me and Kate come as we listened.

That wasn’t what happened every time our mother went out, though. There were nights when she would return home unfulfilled, unsatisfied. She confessed that often those were the times when she would come into my room late at night to play with me.

“I get back here and I’m still feeling all worked up,” she whispered to us. “Of course I can always just get in bed and play with myself, which I usually will, but sometimes I just have to touch someone, I have to feel their warm skin. So I go in to see you, or maybe Mol— um, I mean, that’s when I go in to see you, Julie, and now Katie too.”

A minute later she was climaxing again as she talked about visiting me or my sister in my bed at night. I was almost ready for another orgasm too, but something else had caught my attention.

When my mother started to say ‘Mol’ and then stopped, did she mean Molly? That sometimes at night she went to her room to play sexual games with her, the way she did with me? Was that possible? I wondered if it really was, and as I kept thinking about it, as I pictured my mommy getting in bed with my baby sister, kissing her and touching her, I came again, this time even harder than before.

We all had many orgasms in the dark in my mother’s bed as she kept telling us about her experiences of going out and searching for lovely young women she could fool around with.

I’m not sure how or when it happened, but at some point, Kate and I turned onto our sides to face our mother, and we began to kiss, three mouths close together, tongues licking and exploring. The two of us ended up straddling her thighs, still masturbating as we kissed, and now also clutching at her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her hard nipples.

She touched us too, sliding her hands up and down our naked bodies, her fingers reaching down to our bottoms, even moving into our cracks, probing — wait, was that her finger pressing in on my anus? Could it be? Yes, it was! I’d never felt that before, never expected to feel it, and now it made me come, powerfully and wetly.

Kate started coming too, just a moment later. Our mother held us close, petting us and gently kissing us, as we climaxed on top of her. After we were both finished, she whispered to us that it was very, very late, and time for us to try to get some sleep. I was surprised she did not tell us to go back to our own beds. She was going to let us spend the whole night with her. I was delighted, and I’m sure my sister was as well.

I licked my fingers and snuggled close to my mom, soon falling asleep.

I remember having the most wonderful dream that night, a sexy dream about dressing up and going out on the town with my mommy, dancing with her and others, having so much fun — except that at the clubs we went to in my dream, there were not only women there, but lots of young girls too, the cutest little girls in very short skirts… oh, how lovely it was…

* * *

When I awoke in the morning, I was lying on my side. My mother was behind me, spooning with me, her hand resting on my hip. Her slow, deep breathing made me think she was still asleep.

I raised my head to look at the clock. It was a few minutes after 9:00. As I laid my head on the pillow again, I felt a gentle kiss on my neck.

“Good morning, pumpkin,” my mom whispered.

“Hi.”

Her hand slid up to cup my breast. She hugged me tenderly. It was so nice and warm and secure in her bed, I never wanted to move. Except I had to go to the toilet.

I took her hand in mine and moved it away as I got up. “Sorry, um, I’ll be right back.”

When I returned from the bathroom, my mother wasn’t there. Kate was still in the bed, fast asleep, lying on the other side, facing away. I looked around for a moment and listened, but couldn’t hear anything.

The room was cool and I was naked. I shivered, quickly deciding to get back under the covers. As I was getting in, my mom came through the door. She was wearing a thin robe, which she removed, tossing it over a chair.

“Scoot over,” she said, and I did. She slid in next to me and pulled me close, spooning again, but facing toward Kate. I smiled happily.

“I just wanted to check on Molly,” she told me. “She’s still asleep, the little dumpling.”

“Okay.”

We cuddled, her hand holding my breast, her thighs warm against the back of mine. She kissed my neck sweetly a few times, then parted her lips, beginning to lick and nibble. I felt my nipples getting hard.

Kate stirred and stretched. It was a little early for her to wake up, but then this was the first time she’d slept in our mother’s bed. It was a new experience for her. She turned over, looking at us, blinking her sleepiness away.

“Hey… hi, you guys.”

“Hi, puddin’,” Mommy said. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Yeah, I did, I really did.” Kate rubbed her eyes, yawning and stretching again. I loved looking at her body. So smooth and long and lean and desirable.

When she finished stretching, she said, “Um, can I… can I cuddle with you guys?”

“Of course you can, baby. Here, let’s do it this way.” My mother climbed over me and settled in between us, on her back. She put her arms out on either side, and Kate and I both snuggled up close to her, our heads resting on her chest, just above her breasts. Kate grinned at me and I grinned at her.

Mommy stroked our hair, sighing contentedly. “Now all we need is Molly,” I heard her whisper, apparently to herself.

“I could go get her,” I proposed. “Do you want me too?”

“No, no, it’s all right. Just let her sleep. There’ll be plenty of time for… everything… soon enough.”

The way she said that made my pussy tingle. I turned my head slightly and planted a soft kiss on the swell of my mother’s breast.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” she whispered.

I kissed her again, moving my lips down a little this time, inching closer to her nipple.

She squeezed my shoulder and said, “Come on up here, honey, both of you now, and give your mom a good morning kiss.”

We did. We each kissed her on the lips. She hugged us and gave us nice long kisses, but without opening her mouth. Then she told us it was time to get up and get our day started.

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