Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

How fast things were changing!

In only the last few days, so much had happened. My mother had confessed to me what was going on with Molly, and she’d told me and my sister Kate that we could touch each other as much as we wanted, and Mommy had actually put her finger inside my pussy, and she’d put my finger inside her pussy too, and then she’d told me she was making special plans for us, for me and her, to do everything we wanted to do with each other!

You can just imagine how excited I was, so full of anticipation and wonder. It was hard to concentrate on things at school, but I did my best. My mom always emphasized that schoolwork came first and I never wanted to let her down. So I kept paying attention, forcing myself to listen and do the work, even though my mind kept wanting to think about all those other things — about my mother taking my hand and rubbing it on her crotch, or how it felt to push my finger into Kate’s vagina, how incredibly hot she was inside, or when my mother kissed my pussy in Carla’s bed and how her face looked when she finished, all wet and shiny with my juices — these images and so many more kept whirling around in my head. I was constantly having to push them away so I could try to focus on what my teachers were saying.

There was one other thing too, nagging at the back of my mind. It concerned Molly, and what my mother had told me she did with her. I kept thinking about it and finally I decided I had to say something to my mom.

On Thursday night that week, I went to her room and knocked on her door. It was about 10:00 o’clock. Molly was asleep and Kate was in her own room getting ready for bed.

Mommy was getting ready for bed too. She was in her undies, pale blue panties with a matching bra. She was standing in her closet, hanging up the dress she’d worn that day, a lovely aqua blue wrap-around with swirls of green, like the ocean.

“Hi, sweetie, what’s up?” she asked.

As I watched, she stepped out of her panties and unhooked her bra, dropping them into a hamper. Then she walked naked to her dresser where she took a long white nightie out of a drawer and pulled it over her head. The gown was lacy, mostly sheer, and very feminine. I loved it.

I sat down on her bed. “There’s something I want to talk with you about.”

“Okay.”

She leaned close to the mirror on her vanity for a minute, examining her face. I could see that she had already washed, taking off all her makeup. “I’m getting so old,” she sighed.

“Oh, Mommy, that’s not true. You look beautiful. You’re way hotter than any of the other moms at school.”

That made her chuckle. “Thank you, sweetie. Now what was it you wanted to talk about?” She came over and sat next to me on the bed.

“Well, um, can we get inside?”

“Sure we can.”

We got into her bed together, propping up some pillows, sitting side by side. I was wearing a pair of plain white cotton panties with a thin white tank top and no bra. I wanted to seem young and appealing to her.

“So, I’ve been thinking a lot,” I began, “about all the stuff that’s happened lately. It’s all been totally great. Like that night with Carla and, um, and what we did with those new girls, the sisters, and everyone else on Saturday. That was awesome. And Mommy, I am just so excited about whatever it is, I mean, those special plans you said you’re making for us.”

I looked up at her. She took my hand in hers and smiled warmly.

“But then I’ve also been thinking a lot about the things you said you do with Molly. And I was wondering, if you do all that with her, then why wouldn’t you do it with me too? You know?”

She raised her eyebrows. “Do what with you?”

“You know, let me suck on your nipples while you masturbate and stuff. I mean, if you do it with her and it’s okay, why can’t you do the same things with me? And with Kate?”

“Well…” she frowned, thinking hard. “Hm, that’s a good question. I’ve never looked at it quite that way before.”

“Doesn’t that seem logical? If it’s okay to do that with one kid, and I think it is okay, then there’s no reason why it wouldn’t be okay with another kid, right?”

She grinned at me. “What are you, the daughter of a lawyer or something? You make a compelling argument, counselor.”

I giggled, squeezing her hand.

My mother took a deep breath, slowly letting it out. “There’s no reason it wouldn’t be okay…”

“So you’ll do it?” I asked eagerly.

“Maybe…”

“What do you mean, maybe? Why not for sure?”

“Well, it’s just…”

“I think you should. I really really really think you should. With both me and Kate.”

“Oh, you do?” she grinned at me again. “You have been thinking about this a lot, haven’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“All right,” she nodded. “As I said, you make a compelling argument. I can’t see any reason why we shouldn’t.”

“Oh goodie!” I started grabbing at her breast through her nightgown.

“But wait now,” she laughed, “I didn’t say tonight!”

“Why not tonight?” I was squeezing her breast, pinching the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, feeling it stiffen.

“Well, because —”

“It’s not that late. It won’t take that long. I promise I’ll go to bed as soon as we’re done, and I’ll go right to sleep. I promise.”

“Well…”

“Please, Mommy? Please? You can’t imagine how much I’ve been thinking about this. How much I really wanna do it.”

I leaned down and kissed her erect nipple through the sheer gown. My mother sighed and put her hand behind my head, pulling me closer to her. I parted my lips, letting the hard nipple slip between them. I took it gently between my teeth, biting down just a bit like I’d seen girls do in the porno movies.

She shuddered. “Oh, that feels so good. How can I possibly say no?”

Sitting up in the bed, she tugged the bottom of the white nightgown out from under herself, and then lifted it over her head and off. Now she was nude. My mom took her breasts in her hands, holding them and kneading them. She looked into my eyes.

“You like your mommy’s tits, little girl? You want to suck on her titties?”

I nodded, licking my lips.

“That’s what I want, too. Mommy wants her little girl to suck her nipples.” Holding her breast in one hand, squeezing it and pointing the nipple, she put her other hand behind my head and drew my face slowly toward her.

I opened my mouth. I watched the big nipple coming closer. I waited, and then… it was there, it was in my mouth. I closed my eyes and closed my lips and began sucking.

This was something I had wanted for so long, something I’d dreamt about at night and fantasized about in bed as I masturbated — to have my mother’s long brown nipples in my mouth, to lick them and suck them and bite them and squeeze them with my fingers and then suck them again, suck them more and more, harder and harder, until she came.

That’s what was happening, it was really finally happening. I had my mommy’s nipple in my mouth and I was sucking on it, feeling the thickness of it on my tongue and between my lips. I sighed and snuggled closer to her, feeling so intimate with my mother, so happy and content and excited all at the same time as I sucked and sucked on her big nipple.

And there was more. She was touching herself, just as I’d hoped she would. My eyes were closed, but I could hear the familiar sounds and I could definitely smell her arousal, the wonderful intoxicating fragrance of her pussy juice. I held her breast in my hands and sucked hard at the nipple, hearing her moan. I loved the way it felt, the way it tasted in my mouth, and I loved the way she stroked my hair and pulled me even closer to her as I sucked and she masturbated.

“Yes, baby, yes, baby,” she whispered, “that’s Mommy’s good little girl.”

I reached over to feel her other nipple while I kept sucking the first one. It was fully erect, long and stiff and warm. I pinched it, feeling her shudder in response. I pinched it even harder. She groaned and kissed the top of my head. “Mmm, yes, baby, that’s right, make Mommy feel good.”

I continued sucking her nipple, loving how it felt. But I also began thinking maybe I should switch to the other one — except then I would have to let this one out of my mouth, and I never wanted to do that! I moaned and sucked it even more greedily.

From the way she was breathing and the sounds she was making, I could tell my mom was quickly getting close. She was almost ready to have an orgasm.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh, that’s a good girl. Suck Mommy’s nipple, little baby, suck it hard, make Mommy feel nice.”

The wet squishy slapping sounds were louder now. She was fucking herself, fast and hard. Her potent aroma filled the room. “Such a good little girl. Goddamn, yes, Mommy loves it so fucking much!”

I took her breast in both my hands again and held it, held onto it like I would never let it go. I sucked and sucked and sucked her nipple, hearing her groan with pleasure, tasting her skin, smelling her sex — and then she came.

“OH, GOD!!”

She cried out, one hand fucking her cunt, harder and deeper, while the other clutched my head, pulling me to her breast, mashing my face against her. She cried and groaned, her body heaving as wave after wave of climactic passion coursed through her.

“GOD! FUCK!! GOD!!!”

After a long time, she began to settle down, panting and moaning, trying to catch her breath, shuddering occasionally as residual spasms emanated from her pussy. “Oh my god…”

I released her nipple from my mouth, lifting my eyes to look up at her. Her face was covered with sweat, strands of blonde hair clinging to her. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, moist and pink. I looked down at her pussy. She still had two fingers pressed deep inside herself. As I watched, she slowly began to draw them out. They were shiny with her juices.

“Oh my god,” she repeated. Her wet fingers gently patted her vulva, as if comforting it.

My mother opened her eyes to look at me, shaking her head. “That was unbelievable. Why did I ever wait so long to do this?”

“I’m glad you finally did.”

“So am I, lover,” she smiled.

She took me in her arms, bringing me to her. We kissed, our mouths open, our tongues making love. She held me, stroking me, kissing me deeply.

When she ended the kiss, she took my face in her hands. Her fingers were wet with her juices. I could smell her. Mommy gazed into my eyes and kissed me once more, whispering, “Thank you, darling.”

Then she looked over at the clock. “I wish — darn, it’s too late now. I wish it wasn’t so late. But maybe, uh, maybe tomorrow we can do it with Katie too. Would you like that? Do you want to watch her sucking my nipples the way you just did?”

I nodded, grinning at her as I took her fingers into my mouth, sucking them and licking them, tasting her.

My mother sighed happily as she watched me enjoying the flavor of her pussy. “Good. We’ll do that with your sister tomorrow night. But now you get to bed, okay?”

“Okay.”

I began to get up, but she stopped me. “Mm, come here, darling, and give Mommy one more big kiss.”

We kissed again, a few more times, and then finally I left her bed and went back to my own room. I didn’t masturbate that night, as I usually would. I just lay in the dark, staring up at the ceiling, remembering how perfect it was to have her nipple in my mouth, to be sucking on it, feeling how excited she became, experiencing her orgasm with her. I was so content, so thrilled, so in love. My world was everything I wanted it to be. And soon there would be even more.

I felt tears come to my eyes, I was so happy. I turned onto my side, closing my eyes, actually putting my thumb in my mouth. I hadn’t done that since I was a very little girl, but at this moment it just felt right. I sucked my thumb, imagining it was my mommy’s big nipple, and soon fell fast asleep.

* * *

The next day was Friday. Mom called me from work at about 4:00, letting me know that she’d arranged to have a babysitter, Bethany, come in to stay with Kate and Molly that night while she and I went out to dinner. She spoke with Molly too, telling her that tomorrow they could go horseback riding together again, as they’d done a few weeks previously. Molly was thrilled.

Our mother had also recently purchased a membership at her gym for Kate and they’d starting going there sometimes on Saturday or Sunday afternoons, working out together. Kate was thrilled by that. Mommy carefully chose special things to do with each of her children, activities that would match our personalities and interests. We were about the luckiest kids ever.

When she got home, she fixed a quick supper for my sisters and then went up to her room to change for our ‘date’.

My mom hadn’t said anything to me about how I should dress for dinner that night, but I wanted to look my best for her, of course. Opting for an attractive but modest look this time, as opposed to overtly sexy, I chose a pleated brown and tan skirt that came to just above my knees, along with a sleeveless white blouse, a little white bra, white panties, and my wonderful Gucci shoes. I topped it off with the black cardigan sweater my mom had bought for me. Looking in my mirror, turning this way and that, I was very pleased with the effect. The only other thing I thought I might want to do is put on some eye makeup. I didn’t really know how to do that, though.

Deciding to ask for help, I walked down the hall to my mother’s bedroom. She was sitting at the vanity, putting on some pearl earrings. She was also wearing a pearl necklace along with a black scoop neck dress, black nylons and high heels. She looked great, as always.

“Wow, Mommy, you are so beautiful,” I gushed. As she turned to me, smiling, I studied her face. I could see that she was wearing eye shadow and eyeliner and some other makeup too. “I, um, can you help me with something?”

“Sure, sweetie, what is it?”

“Well, I was, I was thinking I’d kind of like to try maybe wearing some eye stuff, you know, like you do, a little makeup, I mean. But I don’t know how to put it on.”

Before answering, she sat back and looked at me, beaming as she admired my outfit. “What an adorable young woman you are. Like a picture from a magazine.”

“Aww,” I grinned, “you’re just saying that.”

“No, I’m not just saying that, I really mean it. I don’t think you realize what a very pretty girl you are.”

“Thanks, Mom. I appreciate that. But, um, could you maybe help me with some eye makeup now?”

“Sure, of course I could. Let’s go in the bathroom.”

She helped me choose a color of eye shadow that would go well with my brown eyes, and she put on some eye liner and some mascara too, then added a lip tint and a little blush. When we finished I couldn’t believe how amazing I looked. Like a model!

“Wow, Mom, you are really good at doing that. I mean, I look incredible.”

“Yes, you do. But it’s not the makeup. It’s you, honey, my beautiful young lover who looks so incredible.”

I felt a shiver of excitement run up my spine when she said that. I was her lover.
We went to a restaurant I hadn’t been to before. It was downtown, near her office, a small, intimate, quiet place with only a few tables. They were almost full when we got there, but my mother had reserved a booth for us in the back. We sat across from each other, holding hands.

We enjoyed a nice dinner, chatting pleasantly about school and work and family stuff, a normal mom and daughter on a special evening out together. Well, maybe not quite normal. A couple of times she reached under the table to caress my knee suggestively. I could feel my pussy tingle when she touched me that way.

As we were finishing our dessert, she leaned toward me, speaking in a soft voice. “Julie, honey, there are some things I want to say to you tonight. Things I haven’t said before. I may have hinted at them, and certainly I’ve been feeling them inside for a long time, but I haven’t really come out and expressed them yet, and I think it’s time I did.”

My mother beamed at me and then looked down, clearing her throat. She seemed sort of shy and embarrassed, almost like a schoolgirl, a girl much closer to my age than her own. I felt a swelling of affection for her. I took her hand and held it tightly.

“I’m so very glad I have you, sweetheart,” she went on as she looked back up at me. “It means everything to me to have someone I can share all these special feelings with, someone I trust and admire, someone I can talk to who understands me and who can help me better understand myself. You’re such a good person, so caring and so honest and so warm. I know you’re still only 12 years old, but in some ways you’re very grown up, very mature.”

“I am?”

She nodded, smiling. “Yes, you are. You’re able to feel things deeply but you think about them too, carefully and thoroughly. You use both your heart and your head. That’s a rare combination, and I feel so lucky to know you. And not just to know you, but to have… a relationship with you.”

Chuckling to herself, she squeezed my hand and looked down again. “I know I’m jabbering a lot, and I really appreciate your just listening to me, letting me babble on.”

“It’s okay.”

She took a deep breath, then raised her eyes. “What I want to say to you tonight, honey, is that I have… well, of course I love you as your mom, but I have other deeper feelings for you too, stronger feelings that go well beyond that. Not only, um, not just sexual attraction, you know, but, well, romantic. I love you, Julie.”

She was blushing in the candlelight. My mom almost never blushed.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” she whispered, her beautiful blue eyes looking intently into mine.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

I couldn’t say anything else just then. I was too choked up with emotion. I simply gazed back at her, feeling all her love for me. I looked at my mother’s beautiful mouth, wanting to kiss her and hold her and be with her forever. I felt her warm hand cradling mine, gently squeezing it.

“Oh, Mommy,” I managed to whisper, feeling tears crowd my eyes. She smiled at me, her eyes glistening too. It was one of the happiest moments of my life.

* * *

After dinner, we drove for a while along the waterfront of the city, past the harbor with the fishing boats, past the marina with the yachts and the sailboats, then on further, out of the city and up into the hills, until we came to an overlook, a spot that looked down onto the bay.

My mother turned off the engine and we sat together in the dark, holding hands, admiring the scene before us. We could see the lights of the city, the stars in the sky, the moon reflecting on the water.

We stayed that way for several minutes, sitting quietly, not speaking. Then she said, “Let’s get out and walk a little, okay?”

“Okay.”

It was early March and the weather was starting to get warmer. The air had a slight chill, but we were both in sweaters and that was all we needed. Holding hands, we walked slowly to the far edge of the overlook, following a path around a corner, taking us behind some bushes. There were a couple of other cars parked near ours, but they were out of our view now.

We stood close together, her arm on my shoulder, my arm around her waist. The night was soft and still with almost no wind at all. I leaned nearer to her, closing my eyes, resting my head on her chest, inhaling the familiar sweet smell of her perfume, my favorite perfume. I put my other arm around her waist, hugging her, pressing my cheek against her breasts. I could feel that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

She held me, caressing me, stroking my back, kissing the top of my head, whispering, “Julie, Julie, my sweet love, my darling girl.”

I raised my face, bringing my lips to hers. We kissed.

We kissed for a long time, standing on a bluff overlooking the bay, moonlight and stars above, the city below, my mother in my arms, her mouth making love to mine.

* * *

When we got home, Mommy first went up to check on Molly, who was in bed asleep, then left to drive Bethany to her house. Kate was in the family room watching a movie, a comedy we’d both seen before. I sat down beside her.

“Did you guys have a good time?” she asked.

“Yeah, it was great. Perfect.” I was floating in the clouds, exalted.

“Did she kiss you?”

I turned to my sister. She was grinning broadly. She looked at my lips, which were no doubt smeared. “Mommy and Julie, sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”

I giggled, playfully punching her shoulder. “Stupid.”

We held each other’s hands, happy together, laughing at Jim Carrey, waiting for our mother to get back.

When she came in a few minutes later, she swooped over to the sofa, leaning over the back and hugging Kate from behind, kissing her cheek again and again. “Oh, Katie girl, I missed you so much tonight! You’re so cute and so sexy!” She grabbed my sister’s little titty through her shirt, squeezing it.

“Mom! God!” Kate squealed, giggling and squirming. They wrestled that way for several seconds. It was really turning me on.

Finally our mother stood back up, brushing her hair from her face. She was glowing with happiness. “Now,” she said, “do you want to keep watching this movie, little one? Or would you like to come up to my bedroom with me and Julie and have a different kind of fun?”

That was an easy decision to make.

Continue on to Chapter 57

By Naughty Mommy

So, I’d made it my mission to find out exactly what was happening between my mom and Molly. But how would I go about doing that? I wasn’t sure. I figured, though, that I should start by simply talking with my mother. I didn’t think I would have the courage to ask her about it directly, but if we just began talking, maybe something would happen.

And I was right, something did happen. But it was not what I expected.

The very next night, Monday night, I went to her room after everyone else was in bed. It was a little past 10:00. She was propped up one some pillows, wearing her reading glasses, going through folders of legal stuff she’d brought home from the office.

When I came in, she smiled and took off her glasses. I got on the bed next to her and gave her a hug. She hugged me back, squeezing me tightly, kissing the top of my head. We stayed like that for a minute, not saying anything, just rocking gently, warmly, happily.

Finally she said, “Is there something you wanted, sweetheart? Something you need to talk about?”

“No, there’s nothing special,” I lied. “I just wanted to come in and be with you for a few minutes before I went to sleep. I love you so much.” That was certainly true, of course. I hugged her more tightly.

She held me close. “I’m glad you did, darling girl. I love you too. So very very much.” She kissed the top of my head again.

After another minute of tender hugging, gentle breathing, quiet intimacy, I raised my face to look at her. My mother gazed into my eyes for a moment. Then she looked down at my mouth. Slowly she brought her lips to mine.

She kissed me so softly, so sweetly, and so romantically, I almost thought I would die from the pure pleasure of it. I sighed and melted against her. The kiss lasted a long time, no tongues, just lips, her warm full lips on mine, caressing them, loving them.

At last she pulled away, exhaling deeply.

“Whew, it’s getting hot in here,” she joked. She fanned her face and tugged at the edge of the little negligee she was wearing. It was peach-colored, pastel, partly sheer, trimmed with white lace. There were ties down the front, but they were open. As she played at being overheated, the side of the negligee fell away, revealing her breast. Was that deliberate?

I looked at her lovely full breast, soft and white and beautifully rounded. I stared at the nipple, so different from mine. My nipples are sort of pink and plump while my mom’s are brown, and when erect they become very long. I love my mother’s nipples. Without even thinking about it, I reached out my hand to touch her.

At first, I touched just the very end of it, running my fingertip gently over it. I felt my mother stir, but she didn’t try to stop me. Then I played with the nipple, taking it between my fingers, pinching it lightly, watching it grow long and stiff under my touch. My mom was breathing hard.

I caressed her nipple, turning it, stroking it, pulling it. I felt my mouth begin to water. I wanted to kiss her nipple, but even more, I wanted to take it into my mouth and suck it like a baby.

My mother seemed to know what I was thinking. She leaned down and kissed my forehead, and then she whispered, “Do you remember when you were a little girl, still very young, and sometimes I would come to your bed at night and ask you to suck on my nipples?”

I did remember that. Or at least I thought I did. It was long ago, and it seemed almost dreamlike to me. Sometimes I wondered if it had really happened. Evidently it had.

“Yeah, I do remember…” I whispered.

She kissed my forehead again. “I loved doing that with you, little baby.”

“I think, um, I think the last time you did that was when I was like 5 or something, around when I started kindergarten.”

“That’s right.”

I was still fondling her nipple, stroking it and squeezing it. I waited to see what would happen next. My mom didn’t say anything else, so finally I asked, “Did, um, did you, like, do the same thing with Kate, when she was little? And with Molly too?”

“Yes, I did,” she nodded.

She paused. I thought she would go on, but just as she began to say something more, she stopped. She took a deep breath, as if trying to decide. And then, in a soft voice, she said, “Don’t tell anyone, but sometimes, honey, I still do that. With Molly. I can’t help it, it just feels so very good.”

I looked up at her. “Really?”

My mother nodded. She seemed embarrassed, but she added, “I, uh, well, just every once in a while, I still like doing it. It’s like I have to. So I go to her room and wake her up and hold her in my arms and put my nipple in her little mouth, and oh my god it’s just so nice…”

The way she looked when she said that last part convinced me there was definitely something sexual about it, for her anyway if not for Molly. I pictured them together, my mom holding my little sister, gazing down at her as Molly sucked on her nipple. It was so hot, so arousing to me. And it appeared to be to her too. Should I try to find out even more? My heart was pounding.

I decided to go ahead. “Mommy, um… can I ask you something else?”

“I suppose,” she whispered, gently squeezing me.

“Well, when you do that with Molly, and I guess when you did it with me and with Kate too, did it get you excited? I mean, like, did it turn you on and stuff?”

My mother looked into my eyes. Again it seemed as if she was uncertain what to say. Finally she nodded and slowly said, “Yes, it did, and it does. I don’t like to admit that, not even to myself, but it’s true.”

I was starting to figure out what was going on, what it was I’d heard outside her door the other night. “So, then, do you play with yourself when, um, when Molly is sucking on your nipples?”

She nodded, taking another deep breath before whispering, “Yes…”

“And, like, do you ever come?”

“No,” she shook her head, casting her eyes down. “Not when I’m with her… I, it’s true that sometimes I rub myself on the outside of my panties while she’s sucking at my breast, just because it feels so good. But I always put her back in bed and then return to my own room before, you know, before I finish.”

“But —” I began.

She interrupted, “Sweetie, it’s getting late now. You have school tomorrow and you need to get to bed.” She took my hand away from her breast.

“But I want to ask you about —”

“Not now, it’s getting late,” she said sternly. “You go on now, back to your own bed. Give your mother a goodnight kiss and go to bed.”

“But —”

“Go on now, I mean it. Go!” She seemed angry. That wasn’t like her at all.

“Okay.”

She kissed me and sent me away.
By the time I got back to my room I was crying. Why was my mother mad at me? What had I done? I was crying but at the same time I was angry too. I hadn’t done anything wrong. All I did was ask a question, and she had lied to me. Why wouldn’t she tell me the truth?!

I fell into my bed, burying my face in the pillow, cursing and sobbing. I felt awful.

After ten minutes or so, I raised my head. I was finished crying. My pillow was a soggy mess, and so was my face. I got up and went into the bathroom. I blew my nose, splashed cold water on my face, took a few deep breaths, and dried off, trying to settle down.

My reflection in the mirror was hideous. Swollen red nose, pasty skin, bloodshot eyes. Not a pretty sight. I grinned at myself anyway, taking a final deep breath and letting it out. I would be okay. All I had to do was wait, cool off a little. I was sure that if I gave it some time and then asked again, I would be able to find out the truth. Mommy would eventually tell me everything, I promised myself. I just had to be patient with her.

I went back to my bed, feeling better. I switched off the lamp and prepared for sleep. Then my door opened.

It was my mom. She closed the door behind her and came to my bed. Without saying a word, she got inside. She took me in her arms and hugged me. She was naked.

For a long time, she just held me. I felt her body shaking a little and I realized that she was crying. I hugged her.

At last she whispered, “Julie, I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me.”

“Mommy, of course…”

“I was wrong to send you away like that. I’m so sorry.”

“I know, Mommy, but…”

She squeezed me again, her arms pulling me tightly against her. “You are —” her voice caught “— you are the one person, more than anyone in the world, that I never want to, that I never want to hurt. I’m just so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” I petted her back, her soft skin, trying to reassure her. “It’s okay.”

“Oh, Julie, my dear Julie,” she whispered as she hugged me, “I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll never do that to you again.”

“I know.” I held her, gently caressing her. I stroked her hair and kissed her cheek.

We stayed that way for a while. She seemed really upset, so I just hugged her, not knowing anything else to do.

After several more minutes, my mom took a deep breath and let it out. “Whew… all right, it’s very late now, and you really do need to get some sleep. Thank you for forgiving me.”

She kissed my lips in the darkness of my bed. Then she continued, “And, uh, tomorrow, tomorrow night, we’ll talk more about it. About everything. Okay?”

“Okay.”

She kissed me once more and got up, softly petting my cheek before she left the room.

* * *

The next night, Tuesday, Kate and I were in the family room watching an action movie when Mommy came down to get me. It was about 9:30.

“Julie, honey, I need to talk to you about a few things. Do you mind missing the rest of the movie?” She held her hand out to me.

“No, Mommy, I don’t mind.” I took her hand and got up. The movie was one I’d already seen anyway.

We went upstairs to my room. She shut the door and we sat down on my bed, the big double bed I’d got just before Christmas. We propped up some pillows and leaned back, side by side, holding hands. She was barefoot, wearing jeans and a sweater. I was wearing gray sweats and white socks and a t-shirt with no bra.

“Now,” she began, “I’d like to start over again. You can ask me whatever you want to ask about, uh, the things we were talking about last night, and I promise I will answer you honestly, okay? And tonight we have plenty of time, at least, you know, until around 10:30 or so. All right?”

I nodded happily.

She lifted my hand and kissed it. “What did you want to ask?”

“Well, um, I guess…” It was a little hard for me to know where to start. I hadn’t expected her to be quite so open about everything so soon.

“I guess when, like, when you’re doing that with Molly, I mean, you told me you sometimes touch yourself, right?”

“Yes, I do.”

“And, um, well, see, the other night, um, Friday night, I couldn’t sleep and I heard something out in the hall. I heard Molly’s voice and I was curious, so I got up and I went out, and I, I mean, I listened outside your door. And I heard stuff.”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, looking down at her lap. “What did you hear?”

“Like, I think I heard, I’m almost sure I heard you, um, having an orgasm.”

My mother took a very deep breath and slowly let it out. I saw tears in her eyes.

I squeezed her hand. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, Mommy. I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s all right. We really should talk about it. I, I want to tell you.” She took another deep breath. “It’s just… it’s hard.”

“Okay.” I waited for her.

She lifted my hand, the one she was holding. Taking it in both her hands, she turned it over, studying it, softly caressing it with her fingers. She raised my hand to her mouth and gently kissed the palm.

I continued waiting.

Finally she said, “When I told you last night that I, uh, that I don’t ever finish when I’m with Molly, well, that’s not true. I lied to you, and I’m sorry.”

Mommy looked at me, and I gave her a smile.

She went on, “You’re right about what you heard. You did hear me having an orgasm. That’s, well, that’s something that happens a lot, quite often, when she’s sucking my nipples and I’m rubbing myself.”

She seemed to be waiting for a reaction. I just said, “Okay.”

When she didn’t say anything else, I asked, “Um, how come you didn’t want to tell me?”

“Well, it’s embarrassing. I mean, a mother doing that with a child as old as your sister is. And not only having her suck my nipples like a baby, but what I… the other things I do with her…”

After another pause, she said, “There’s more.”

“There is?”

“Yes, I, you see, it’s…”

She turned to me, taking my face in her hands, looking very seriously into my eyes. “Julie, I’m telling you this because I trust you. Because I love you and I, well, because I want to be closer to you than to anyone. Do you remember when you said that to me?”

I nodded and she gently kissed my lips. I knew exactly what she meant. She was saying she was in love with me the way I was in love with her. I felt very happy at that moment.

After kissing me again, she said, in a barely audible whisper, “I touch Molly too.”

“You do?”

My mother nodded, appearing to be deeply embarrassed. I actually wasn’t that surprised by what she told me. I’d imagined things like that plenty of times.

“When she’s sucking on my nipples, I sometimes rub her a little bit, between her legs, just on the outside of her undies.”

“Only on the outside?” I asked.

“Yes,” she grinned, “and this time I really am telling you the truth. It’s only on the outside, although I’ve been tempted to do more, believe me, a whole lot more.”

I smiled and squeezed her hand. “I’d like to do more with her too.”

“Would you?”

“Uh-huh. Sometimes I like to think about that when, you know, when I’m masturbating in bed at night. I, um, I fantasize about doing things with her, with Molly.”

“Mmm…” She smiled and kissed me again. “So I guess it runs in the family.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “You could say that.”

That made her laugh. We scrunched down in my bed together, facing each other, giggling and kissing.

After a few minutes of playful kissing and touching, both of us still clothed, she took a deep breath and said, “All of this is really hard for me to talk about. I’m so glad I have you to share these things with, darling girl. You can’t imagine how much that means to me.”

“I’m glad too, Mommy.”

“It’s funny, though, because you know how I am about rules and everything, so strict, like a fanatic sometimes.”

“I know, you really are,” I giggled, kissing her.

“But, but what makes it so difficult for me is that I’ve insisted on that rule for you, you know, the no touching rule?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And yet, with Molly, I was doing things I wouldn’t let you do. Or let Kate do. I had one set of rules for you and another set for myself. I’ve been a hypocrite.”

“You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. That’s what you always tell me.”

“Yes, I guess that’s true. But I hate this part of myself. This part that tries to pretend she’s so good and noble and yet, behind closed doors, when no one is watching, she goes ahead and does the very things she tells other people not to do. I hate that.”

I waited, just being quiet, letting her think about what she was telling me.

After another minute, she went on, “I keep telling myself that what I’m doing with her, with Molly, that it isn’t really sexual, it’s just being affectionate. But of course I know that’s not true. I mean, I love her and I’m often affectionate with her, just like I am you and Katie, but some of the ways I touch her, well, it’s beyond affection, even though that’s still a part of it, of course, but it’s also sexual, because, uh, when I touch her that way, rubbing her little pussy, I mean, I really do want to arouse her, and… oh, I don’t know, maybe I’m not making any sense. Please stop me.”

I pulled her to me and kissed her. We hugged. She squeezed me tightly.

“I’m so sorry I lied to you, Julie. I’m so sorry,” she whispered. It sounded like she might be on the verge of crying again. When she pulled away slightly and I could look into her eyes, I saw tears.

“Mommy?”

“Yes?”

“You know, everyone does bad things. Everyone. Even you.”

She laughed and grabbed me, hugging me again. “You’re right. You’re so right.”

When we finished the hug, and after we’d kissed each other a few more times, I said, “Except I don’t really know if it’s bad, what you’re doing with Molly, I mean. Remember how you said for me and Kate that, like, since we love each other so much, it’s okay for us to, you know, touch each other and everything? To make each other feel good? So if it’s okay for sisters, wouldn’t it be okay too for a mom and her daughter, or her daughters?”

My mother nodded, “Yes, I suppose it would. That makes sense.”

She looked into my eyes and then down at my mouth. She placed her finger on my lower lip, gently caressing it as she licked her own lips.

“I want you so much,” she whispered.

“Maybe it’s not wrong,” I told her.

“No, maybe it’s not.” She put her mouth over mine, kissing me deeply, probing with her tongue.

For the next several minutes, we hugged and kissed, pressing our bodies together, our hands running up and down. She reached under my shirt, stroking my back, pulling me close. I squeezed her bottom through her tight jeans, and grabbed at her breasts through her sweater and bra. I wanted to get her naked, touch her everywhere. I wanted to fuck her.

She took my wrist, holding my hand that was on her breast and drawing it away. I thought she might tell me then that I was going too far or that it was time for bed or something, but she didn’t. Instead she moved my hand down between her legs. She pressed my fingers into her crotch, through her jeans, using her hand to move my hand up and down over her pussy.

“Goddamn, I want you so much,” Mommy hissed as she rolled on top of me.

Leaving my fingers where they were, letting me continue to caress her, she took my face in her hands and held it, looking at me for a moment before shoving her tongue deeply into my mouth, pressing her lips hard against mine.

I rubbed her pussy through her jeans, feeling the shape of her labia and the heat from her center. I wanted her to touch me too, the same way, and I started to reach up and take her hand to move it between my legs, but then she ended the kiss and sat up on her haunches.

She threw her head back, shaking it, running her fingers through her blonde hair. Her eyes were closed. My hand was still on her crotch. I rubbed her some more and squeezed, trying to press my fingers in as much as I could through the tight jeans.

“Wow,” she exclaimed, seemingly to herself. She shook her head again, then put her hands on her tits, squeezing them. “Wow,” she repeated.

My mother opened her eyes and looked down at me. I continued groping her. She didn’t try to stop me.

“Julie, I think you should know that I’ve, uh, I’ve started to make some plans. For us. For you and me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I just, I want our first time together, when we are really together, doing everything I know you want to do and that I want to do too, I want that first time to be something very special, for both of us.”

I smiled. She smiled back at me. I kept rubbing her pussy through her jeans.

“So I’m making some plans for us. In just, in just a few weeks, okay?”

“Okay,” I nodded.

“Good.” She leaned down and kissed me, then glanced at the clock. “But right now I think it’s time for my beautiful daughter to get ready for bed. All right?”

I nodded again, and also gave her pussy a hard squeeze.

“Mmm, that feels good, you naughty little thing. How dare you touch your mommy that way!” She feigned shock and we both laughed. Then she gave me a last kiss, said goodnight, and left the room.

Continue on to Chapter 56

By Naughty Mommy

The next day was Sunday, March 7. It was our mother’s 32nd birthday. My sisters and I had talked with each other about doing a lot of special things for her that day, like bringing her breakfast in bed and stuff. But due to our very late night on Saturday, she was actually up before any of us (or before me and Kate anyway), and when I finally went downstairs, she was making a special breakfast for us!

It was almost 10:00. My mom and Molly were in the kitchen, both wearing frilly aprons (Molly looked so cute). They were cutting up vegetables and sausages and things.

“Oh, Mommy, you shouldn’t be doing any work today,” I frowned, hands on my hips. “It’s your birthday. I wanted to do everything for you!”

She gave me a nice hug and kiss. “You’re sweet, darling, but this isn’t work. I love doing this. I’m teaching your little sister how to make a frittata.”

“I’m doing the mushrooms,” Molly announced. She was standing on a stool, carefully slicing fresh portobello mushrooms with a sharp knife.

I sat down and sulked for a minute. Then I got up and asked if I could help. There really wasn’t much more to be done. Mommy had already cooked the sausage and prepared all the rest of the fillings. She whipped up the eggs and other ingredients and poured them into a large pan on the stove and we watched as the concoction slowly cooked. Then she popped the pan into the oven for a final bit of baking.

At the moment our mother was pulling the finished masterpiece out of the oven, Kate strolled into the kitchen, as if on cue. “Ta-da!” Mommy declared. It smelled divine.

We enjoyed our delicious breakfast, and then I insisted, of course, that we girls do the cleaning up while our mom relaxed. For the rest of the day, we tried to do as many little things for her as we could, bringing her anything she wanted and so on. In the afternoon, she went to the gym for a workout, and that gave my sisters and me time to plan what we would do for dinner.

The three of us cooked for her that night, not making anything too fancy, just lasagna with a nice salad. But we set the table with the good silver and served the meal under candlelight. I’d planned ahead and placed an order with a nearby bakery for a decorated cake, which we went and picked up while she was at the gym. We got some streamers and balloons and stuff from the store next to the bakery too, and each of us picked out a nice birthday card for her. After dinner we did all the dishes while Mommy had another glass of wine, and pretty soon after that it was time for bed.

Kate and Molly and I all got big hugs and kisses and warm thank-you’s from our mother “for making my special day so special,” she said, even though I wished we could have done more for her.

* * *

Just after 10:00 that night, while I was in bed reading a mystery novel, I heard a knock on my door. It was my mom. She came in, pulling Kate behind her. They were holding hands.

Mommy was in a black negligee, transparent. Kate was wearing boxers and a tank top. I looked at my sister with raised eyebrows, but she just shrugged. She didn’t know what was going on.

They stood by my bed. My mother had a look on her face I had come to know, a look of unrestrained lust and desire. I loved that look.

She gazed down at me, licking her lips. “Julie, honey, would you do something very special for me tonight, for my birthday?”

“Of course, anything. What is it?”

She put her hands on Kate’s shoulders, sliding her fingers down her arms and then back up again. “Look at your sister. Isn’t she beautiful? Isn’t she sexy?”

“Yeah…” I nodded.

My mom took the hem of the tank top in her hands and slowly pulled it up. Kate raised her arms and the top came off. Mommy dropped it on the floor.

“Look at her little body,” she said, as she fondled my sister’s breasts. “She’s so hot, isn’t she? Doesn’t it make you want to touch her?”

“I guess…” I felt like an idiot responding that way, but I didn’t know what else to say.

She took my hand. “Get up out of bed, honey.”

I did. I was wearing a big blue t-shirt with plain cotton panties, pink, and a pair of old white socks. I didn’t think I looked very sexy or hot, but my mom apparently did.

“Katie, look at Julie. Isn’t she pretty?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Look at her beautiful face, at her eyes, her lips. Wouldn’t you like to kiss her?”

“Well… yeah.”

“Katie, take off her shirt,” our mother requested.

“Okay.”

In a moment we were both topless.

“Now, you two, get in Julie’s bed.”

We complied.

Mommy sat down next to us. She said, “Today is my birthday, and you have both been so sweet all day long, doing so many nice things for me. But there is one more thing I would love for you to do.”

She paused and we waited. She raised a hand to her breast, fondling her erect nipple through the sheer fabric. “I want to watch you masturbate together tonight. But not just together. I want to see you masturbate each other. Have you ever done that?”

“No,” I replied.

My sister shook her head.

“That’s what I want to see,” our mother breathed. “That’s what I want to watch tonight.”

“But, um,” Kate began, “is it really okay, Mommy? I mean, for me and Julie to do that stuff, since, you know, since we’re related?”

Mommy smiled at her. “Yes, precious, it’s okay. It’s perfectly okay. You love her, don’t you?”

Kate nodded.

“Of course you do. I know how much you love each other, how deeply you care for each other. So why wouldn’t you want to help each other feel very good? What could possibly be wrong with that?”

My sister looked at me and I looked at her. The question she’d asked me a few weeks ago, when we’d been waiting in our mother’s bed to surprise her, was being answered tonight, in the affirmative. It really was okay. We smiled at each other.

“Take off the rest of your clothes now,” Mommy instructed, and we both did.

We began then by kissing, holding each other close, letting our tongues and lips and mouths get us very aroused. Soon we were lying on our sides in my bed, facing each other, still kissing, running our hands up and down our naked bodies, touching everywhere.

Our pace, however, wasn’t quite fast enough for our mom. She took my hand in hers and placed it firmly between Kate’s legs, and she took Kate’s hand and put it between my legs.

“Please, girls, touch each other for me. I really want to see that,” she urged. By now, she was naked too, her black negligee on the floor, and she was fucking herself with her fingers as she watched us.

Rolling onto by back, I pulled my sister on top of me. I knew I could come more easily that way. I rubbed Kate’s pussy, feeling her hot wetness. I had never touched her there before, at least not like that, and I certainly had never brought her to orgasm. This was another thrilling new experience for me.

I could feel my sister’s fingers reaching between my legs too, thoroughly exploring me, tenderly but insistently. She caressed the length of my pussy lips, up and down, from the top of my mound to my anus, familiarizing herself with my sex. Now that she’d been given permission, Kate was eager to move forward.

We continued kissing, her tongue working wonders in my mouth. That allowed me to disregard everything else, forget all my doubts and fears, put aside my nervousness, and just focus on how great it felt to kiss her. And to feel what her fingers were doing to my clit — oh my god! She was really good at this!

I was surprised to find that I was already starting to get close. I’d been worried at first, not sure I could perform in a way that would satisfy Mommy, uncertain I could give her everything she wanted for her birthday. But it was happening. I could feel that special happy swirling in my middle and I knew an orgasm soon would follow.

But what about Kate? I wanted to make her come too! My eyes had been closed, and now I opened them to look at her. My sister’s eyes were shut. She was concentrating on kissing me and touching me, on making me feel very good. At that moment I loved her more than ever. She was so sweet, so honest, so giving, she would do absolutely anything for me. And I wanted to do everything for her.

I decided to fuck her. I knew her best climaxes seemed to happen when she was fucking herself with her finger. So that’s what I would do.

I had to feel carefully, reach down further. I’d been mainly rubbing the skin around her clit, but now I was sliding my fingers between her lips, searching for the opening to her little vagina. And then I found it. A slight depression. As I pressed in, I felt it give. I pushed my middle finger into the depression and entered her.

She was so hot inside. Unbelievably hot, like a boiling furnace, and tight too. My eyes went wide as I felt the inside of my sister’s vagina for the first time.

Kate ended the kiss and pulled slightly away. She opened her eyes and looked into mine. I pushed my finger further inside her. She groaned and leaned down, resting her forehead on mine. “God yes, Julie, fuck me,” she whispered.

We kissed. I shoved my finger into her as deep as it would go and then tried to press it in even deeper. Kate gasped. I heard my mother starting to come. I felt my sister’s fingers on my clit. I was so close. Sliding my finger out just a little, I pushed it back in, as deep as I could. I did it again and then again. She was slippery and wet and so very hot inside. I could hear my mommy climaxing, I could feel Katie’s fingers on my clit and now she was kissing me once more, her lips on mine, her tongue in my mouth. I fucked her, I was fucking her cunt. She kissed me — she kissed me, and we both came.

My sister was on top of me in my bed. We were both panting, sweating, trying to regain our breath after the wonderful orgasms we’d given each other. Our mother was hugging us now, squeezing us, kissing us, thanking us for doing as she’d asked, for giving her a very special birthday gift.

Kate rolled off of me and Mommy knelt between us, kissing us again and again, profusely thanking us. Finally she got up, taking Kate with her. They both said goodnight, gave me a last kiss, and left the room.

I was alone. I turned onto my side and thought about what had just happened. I’d masturbated with my sister — no, more than that, I had masturbated my sister, I’d touched her and made her come. I’d fucked her with my finger!

I’d really had sex with her, with Kate, or at least the beginnings of sex. And my mom had been right there with us, watching us, encouraging us. Oh my god. Things were definitely changing. What would happen next?

The night before, my mom had fucked me with her finger while she was eating Melissa’s pussy. And now I had fucked Kate the same way. Would we soon be doing even more? And what about my other sister, Molly? Where did she fit in with all this?

Just two nights earlier, on Friday, I’d heard my mom in the hall with Molly, and then I’d listened outside her bedroom door, and it had sounded exactly as if she was having an orgasm with her, with my baby sister. But what were they actually doing in there? Were they masturbating together, as she did with me and Kate sometimes? Or were they doing more? What could it possibly be? I had to find out.

I realized, as I lay in bed that night, that I’d been receiving clues for a long time, little things that should have told me something was going on between my mother and Molly. I’d mostly just ignored them, perhaps not wanting to face the truth. Maybe I wasn’t ready to face it before, but now I was. It was definitely arousing to me, although it was kind of shocking at the same time. Molly was so young! On the other hand, I was still only 12 and Kate was only 10 so we were very young too, and I knew Mommy was strongly attracted to both of us. Maybe it wasn’t that surprising that she would be sexually attracted to an 8-year-old as well.

As I thought about that, I had to admit that I was also very attracted to young girls the same age as Molly, or even younger than her. Not to mention my feelings for Molly herself. I had masturbated in my bed many times while I fantasized about having sex with my baby sister.

So much to think about.

I turned from my side onto my back and let my hands start roaming over my naked body. This week I would make it my mission to find out once and for all what was happening with Molly and my mom. But for now, for tonight, I was just going to enjoy myself once more, enjoy touching my own body as I allowed my erotic imagination to run wild.

I closed my eyes and pictured my youngest sister, her curly blonde hair, her big blue eyes, her perfect white skin… so very tempting.

I decided to pretend that she and I had a special night all to ourselves. We were alone in the house together, just Molly and me, and I could do anything and everything with her that I wanted. It was a night when only she and I would know what happened, just one night when I could live out the naughtiest, hottest things I wanted to do with her.

In my fantasy, I began by running a bath for her with lots of sweet scented bubbles and oils. I took off her little clothes, her little girl clothes, gradually unveiling her naked little girl body. I placed her in the tub and knelt beside her, getting my hands all soapy, working up a nice lather, and then I began bathing her.

I ran my hands all over her body, her smooth, soft, unblemished skin. I washed her little chest, feeling her tiny nipples beneath my fingers. I played with her nipples, rubbing them with my fingertips, and I heard her gasp. She was beginning to tremble. I kept playing with them, teasing her, feeling her little nipples stiffen under my touch even though she is still just a young girl.

Finally I slid my hand further down. I washed her little belly, her hairless mound, I ran my hands around her sides, under her legs, up the insides of her smooth thighs. I washed extra carefully at the joint just between her thighs and her crotch, where her skin is the most sensitive. I heard my sister moaning, breathing hard. She’s not used to this much touching from me, not this kind of touching. But she likes it.

At last I let my fingers drift over to her pussy lips, her smooth, soft, white, perfect puffy labia. I whispered to her that I want to make very very clean tonight, I want to wash her very thoroughly, because I love her so much. My wet soapy hands ran up and down over her labia, again and again, up and down, more and more — and then inside, between her lips, into her sexual center — my fingers gliding up and down inside my sister’s pussy, rubbing her, masturbating her until she was panting, whimpering, almost sobbing with arousal. I looked at her face, her beautiful sweet little face, now coated with beads of sweat. I saw that she was flushed, her cheeks aflame, her eyes hooded, her lips moist and parted. She was ready for me. I brought my face close to hers and I kissed her.

Then I helped her out of the bath, gently drying her with a soft towel, being sure to rub extra briskly on her sensitive nipples and between her legs. I put lotion on her, all over her, rubbing it in, making her smell even sweeter and more desirable, her skin now even softer and more touchable. And then I took her in my arms and carried her to my bed.

As I visualized all this, in my room in the dark on a Sunday night, I turned over onto my tummy. I was in my bed, alone, but in my fantasy I was not alone. I had Molly with me, under me.

I was on top of her, we were both naked, and I was kissing her, putting my tongue in her mouth, and then more… I was reaching between her legs and rubbing her pussy, sliding my fingers between her lips, feeling how hot and juicy and slippery she was inside, and then more… I pushed her little legs wide apart and opened my own pussy lips with my fingers and I placed my wet cunt over hers and I began fucking my baby sister. I fucked her with my cunt until she came, and then I came on top of her.

I came in bed, of course, as I was imagining all this. I came and then I tasted myself.

As I lay in the dark that night licking my juicy fingers, feeling the tingly residue of a hot orgasm just completed, I imagined it was not just my own sweet nectar I was tasting, but Molly’s too.

Continue on to Chapter 55

By Naughty Mommy

Melissa kissed me softly, whispering, “You want me to pretend I’m your little sister, just 8 years old? And you’re going to take my clothes off?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

“That’s so naughty,” she giggled. “I love it!”

“Goddamn, this is fucking hot!” My mom sat down in a chair next to us, quickly pulled off her black thong, and started masturbating.

“So, um, I’m gonna call you, um, I’ll call you Melanie, all right?”

“Melanie? That’s my name?” Melissa smiled. “Okay. And what’s your name?”

“I’ll just be Julie.” I grinned at her and then looked down at my mother. She was watching us closely, licking her lips as she rubbed her pussy.

I turned back to ‘Melanie’. “Okay, honey, let me take your pretty dress off now.”

Melissa’s babydoll dress was loose-fitting and easy to pull off over her head. But what surprised me was what I found underneath it. I’d already caught a glimpse of her white cotton little girl panties, and now I was happy to discover that she was wearing a matching white bralette as well, exactly the kind a girl of 8 or 9 years old might wear. The kind my sister Molly sometimes wore.

This was great. It worked perfectly with the game I wanted to play. “Look at this cute little bra,” I said to her. “Except you don’t even need to wear a bra yet. You’re too young to have any boobies.”

I placed my hands on her chest, over the bralette. In reality, Melissa did have breasts, of course, but not much. She was quite flat.

“I know I am,” said ‘Melanie’, “but I want to have them. I want to get big, like you.” She raised her hands to my breasts, feeling them. I heard my mother groaning behind us as she masturbated.

“Okay, now let’s take off your little bra, honey.” It was flimsy and elastic, without a hook, and slipped right off.

“What a pretty girl you are, my lovely little sister.” I ran my hands up and down her body, from her shoulders to her hips and back up to her tits. I fingered her nipples, which were hard and pointed. “You’re so pretty, I just have to kiss you.”

I leaned in and kissed her erect nipples, one at a time, not only kissing but licking them too, and even nibbling at them. Melissa — I mean ‘Melanie’ — sighed and petted my hair as she held my head to her chest. I loved the feel of her skin, her warmth and softness, her tender caress. I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent of her perfume as I licked her nipples, running my tongue all around them, feeling them stiffen even further.

Finally, I pulled back and looked up at her face. She smiled and bent down to kiss me. It seemed kind of weird that the girl playing the role of my baby sister was almost a foot taller than me, but oh well.

Before going on to the next step, I turned to my mother, who was sliding two fingers slowly in and out of her cunt as she watched our little game.

“Mommy, is it okay if, um… if I put my hand in her panties and feel her? Is that all right?”

“Yes, baby, it’s fine,” she answered in a husky voice. “I want to see you do that. I want you to touch her.”

Melissa’s eyes went wide. I hadn’t ever touched her quite that way before. She seemed eager for it now though.

I didn’t put my hand inside at first. Instead I started rubbing on the outside of her panties, sliding my fingers slowly down between her legs and then back up, feeling the shape of her labia, gently pressing in, sensing the heat and dampness within her cleft.

“I love your little undies, Melanie,” I whispered. “They’re so soft.”

“Thank you,” she breathed. She was trembling with excitement.

“Do you like it when I touch you this way? You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, I don’t mind. I like it. I, um… you’re my big sister, and I want you to touch me everywhere.”

“Oh fuck yes!” I heard my mom panting and moaning. It sounded like she was almost ready to come.

Now I did put my hand inside ‘Melanie’s’ panties. Her mound was smooth and bald, like a little girl’s. I eased my fingers down just a bit, reaching the skin over her clit. She inhaled sharply, whimpering, as I pressed in with my fingertips.

I turned again to look at my mother. She was sitting low in the chair, her face flushed and shiny with sweat, her fingers moving rapidly between her legs.

“Mommy, I’m touching her,” I said, “I’m touching my little sister’s pussy.”

I slid my fingers down further, letting them part the swollen labia, feeling inside, finding wetness, smooth and soft and hot.

“I’m touching her. I have my hand inside her tiny pussy. She’s very, very wet.”

“Fuck yeah FUCK!!” cried my mother as she reached her climax.

Melissa and I watched my mom for a moment as she came. I kept my hand inside the panties, inside her lips, sliding slowly up and down. I was so excited, so thrilled to finally be touching her that way, to be touching Melissa’s wet pussy. I turned to her, lifting my face to hers and we kissed. I moved my fingers faster.

I knew I was breaking the rules by touching her that way, but my mother knew exactly what I was doing and she’d made no objection. Just the opposite, in fact. She’d encouraged me, watched me, and now she was climaxing as a result. Maybe the rules were changing.

As we finished kissing, I began to draw my fingers out of Melissa’s undies, but she quickly put her hand over mine, on the outside of her panties, urging, “Don’t stop. Rub my clit. Make me come!”

She pressed my fingers tightly to her. I almost turned to my mom to ask permission, but then I decided not to bother. I kissed Melissa again, shoving my tongue inside her mouth, forgetting for the moment that she was ‘Melanie’ — now she was Melissa, my friend, a sexy 20-year-old girl, and I was rubbing her pussy.

I had an arm around her waist, pulling her close to me. I kissed her wetly, playing with her tongue, nibbling at her lips, sharing her hot breath as I rubbed her hard clit faster and faster. It took a few minutes, but then I could tell, as she held my wrist in her hand, guiding me, as her body began to shudder, and as she stopped breathing for a second, stopped kissing me and went rigid — I could tell I had her.

She exhaled suddenly, a gasp, a violent tremor, a sharp squeal, almost a scream. Melissa was having an orgasm under my touch! I’d done it!

Behind me in the chair, I heard my mother climaxing again, loudly. Apparently I was right about the rules having changed, in this instance anyway.

Melissa shuddered and trembled, her eyes tightly shut, her pale skin flushed red. “Ohh God!!” she groaned as another spasm jolted her slender body. When she was finally finished, she opened her eyes, smiling happily as she tried to regain her breath.

I gazed up at her, sliding my fingers between her pussy lips one more time, feeling how hot and wet she was. Then I drew my hand out of her panties and lifted it to my mouth, tasting her. We kissed and shared her sweet flavor.

After the kiss, I paused for a moment to look around the room.

During all the excitement with Melissa/Melanie, I’d lost track of what everyone else was doing — except for my mom, of course, who was masturbating beside us. Now I saw that the groupings had switched around again. Carla was still sitting in the chair with her legs spread wide, but now it was Casey licking her in place of Danni. Carla’s pussy was getting plenty of attention.

Danni was on the sofa with Kate. They were at opposite ends, their backs against the padded arms, both rubbing themselves as they looked at each other and at the pair of girls between them. Candy was seated in the middle, naked, her feet up on the sofa, her fingers holding her labia apart. Between her legs was Tracy, who was kneeling on the floor, eating Candy’s pussy. Tracy was still wearing her black fishnet stockings, but they were crotchless, as I mentioned, and she had a hand between her own legs, fingering herself.

A drop of sweat ran down my nose. It was warm in the room, since Mommy had turned up the thermostat before she left, but there was a sexual heat surrounding us as well, a carnal energy driving us and feeding us at the same time. I wasn’t the only one sweating. Our family room was filled with the heady aromas of feminine perspiration, perfume, and pussy juice.

I smiled, soaking it all in. Then I turned back to my mother. I had another naughty idea.

She was looking up at me, still breathing heavily after her last orgasm, her body covered in a sheen of sweat.

“Did you like seeing me touch my baby sister, Mommy? Did you like watching when I made her come that way?”

She nodded, licking her lips.

Looking into her eyes, I raised my hand to my mouth, licking the fingers. “Mmm, she tastes so good. Just a little 8-year-old girl, but her pussy tastes so good.”

My mother was starting to masturbate again as she listened to me.

“Look at these cute white panties,” I continued, “her little girl undies. I’m going to take them off her now, Mommy, so you can see your daughter’s baby pussy. Her smooth, hairless pussy.”

Standing behind Melissa, I slowly pulled the white cotton panties down. She was shaved bald, of course, and I saw my mother’s eyes widen as Melissa’s mound came into view. My mom had seen her naked before, she’d eaten that pussy, but now I was making her believe it was the vulva of an 8-year-old child in front of her.

When Melissa was naked, I eased her forward, helping her straddle the chair my mother was in, stretching her long legs over the arms of the chair and under my mother’s arms, sliding in closer and closer until her crotch was no more than two inches from her face.

“Look at her, Mommy, look at your little girl.” I put my hand on Melissa’s labia, using my fingers to slowly spread her lips. “Look at her pretty pussy. Look how wet she is.”

I slid my fingers down between her labia, into her moist slit, down to her vagina. I stretched it open. “Look inside her, Mommy. Look how pink and hot and ready this little girl is. She wants you to lick her, Mommy. Your youngest daughter needs to feel your tongue inside her. Molly wants you to lick her, Mommy. She wants to come in your mouth.”

“Oh god…” my mom was shivering with lust, her eyes wide as she stared at the open cunt in front of her.

I put my hand behind my mother’s head, bringing her toward Melissa. “Lick her, Mommy. This is Molly. This is her sweet little girl pussy. Lick her and make her come!”

That was all the encouragement she needed. I heard her sigh, “Molly,” and then her mouth was on Melissa’s cunt, eagerly licking and sucking and moaning and swallowing.

“Oh, yes, yes…” Melissa breathed. She was definitely into the game, “Yes, please lick me! Lick me, Mommy, lick my little girl pussy! It feels so good!”

I had one hand behind my mom’s head and the other on Melissa’s bottom, pulling the two of them together. But then I felt something, another hand, a warm hand reaching between my legs, caressing me, sliding slowly up my thigh, touching my sex.

It was my mom. She was fondling my pussy while she continued eating Melissa. I moved my hand from behind her head and gripped her wrist, guiding her, helping her find the opening of my vagina. Would she do it? Yes, she did! She inserted a fingertip into my opening and started easing it inside, a little further, and then a little further.

My other hand was on my clit now, rubbing myself. My eyes were closed. I wanted to keep watching my mom lick Melissa, but even more, I wanted to feel her finger sliding up inside my wet vagina. I couldn’t believe. My mommy had her finger in my pussy, she was moving it in and out, she was actually doing it. My mother was fucking me with her finger!!

As you might guess, I came very quickly that way. I rubbed my little clit, my eyes tightly closed, my mommy’s finger pressing up inside my cunt. I had one perfect orgasm, but I didn’t stop then, and neither did she. I kept rubbing myself and she pushed her finger in even deeper, probing inside me, reaching, touching, until I came a second time, almost explosively — crying out, sobbing with passion, feeling hot wetness ooze out of my pussy, dripping onto her hand.

I was actually leaning against Melissa as I climaxed. She had an arm around me, supporting me. I’m not sure I could have remained standing otherwise. And just as I began to recover, when I was able to open my eyes again, Melissa started to come in my mother’s mouth.

There were many, many more orgasms that night, in almost any combination you can imagine. As I stated in my sexual diary the next day, “the women all had sex with each other.” I had to finally summarize it that way, because it would have been impossible for me or anyone else to keep tabs on what everyone was doing all the time.

Among the highlights were when Tracy decided to take off her fishnet stockings and also take off the remaining underthings Carla was wearing, and then mounted the brunette on the loveseat, placing their cunts together in a scissors position and fucking her energetically until Carla climaxed beneath her at least twice. Then Tracy climbed up on Carla’s face and held her head in her hands and shoved her pussy into her mouth, staring down at her as she rocked her pelvis back and forth, rubbing her clit against the woman’s lips and tongue faster and faster before coming all over her. I remember watching them, standing close, fingering my own pussy and timing my climax to match with Tracy’s.

Some time after that, there was a four-way ‘daisy chain’ (I later learned that’s what it was called) in the middle of the floor, with my mom licking Candy, and Candy licking Danni, and Danni licking Casey, and Casey licking my mom. Kate and I were kneeling beside them, masturbating as we watched. I don’t know what Tracy and Melissa and Carla were doing then, maybe having sex with each other or possibly taking a break, who knows.

A still greater highlight, near the end of the evening, was when Mommy got the two sisters together and sat them on the sofa and told them we all wanted to see them kiss and touch each other. They were happy to oblige. It turned out this wasn’t the first time for them. They grinned and told us that they’d been having sex for more than four years, since they were 14 and 16.

But even though it wasn’t new for them, it certainly was new for me, watching two hot sisters put their arms around each other, kissing and caressing their naked bodies. Of course, Kate and I had already done similar things together, but it was different seeing another pair of sisters. Different and very arousing.

Everyone gathered close to watch.

When they got in a ‘69’ position, with Candy underneath and Casey on top, when I saw Casey using her fingers to open her younger sister’s pussy lips, and then when she started licking her clit, I totally lost control. I had an orgasm right then. I ended up plopping down on the coffee table, facing the sofa, my legs clenched together around my hands, trying desperately to keep my eyes open, to keep watching them. My mom sat next to me, pulling me close, stroking my back as she whispered in my ear, “You like that, honey? You like watching a pretty girl lick her sister?”

Within a few minutes, Casey and Candy both came, and I had another orgasm too. Most of the other women and girls did as well, including Kate. It was fitting ‘climax’, ha-ha, to an amazing night.

The clock on the mantel struck 1:30 AM. The room got sort of quiet, for the first time in a while. Nothing but a lot of heavy breathing. I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly and deeply, savoring the pungent fragrance of lesbian sex all around me.

My mother stood, stretching languorously. I looked up at her, marveling once more, as I so often did, at what a beautiful womanly body she had. “Well…” she began, apparently suggesting it was time for the evening to end.

“Yeah, I guess it is pretty late,” Melissa nodded, getting up from where she’d been seated beside me on the floor. She bent and kissed the top of my head. “These girls probably need to get some sleep.”

But Kate had other plans. “Um, Mommy?”

“Yes, honey?”

My sister was standing behind the sofa, between Tracy and Carla. Grinning at our mother, she said, “I want to do something before they go.”

“And what’s that, precious?”

“Well, you know how sometimes you let me and Julie give your pussy a goodnight kiss before we go to bed?”

I heard a few murmurs of surprise and perhaps appreciation from around the room.

“So, what I want,” Kate went on, “is to, like, give everybody here a goodnight kiss too. The same way.”

“Oh, you do?” Mommy may have been surprised, but she certainly didn’t look upset. She leered, “You want to give all their pussies a goodnight kiss?”

Kate nodded, “Uh-huh.”

“All right.” Then she looked down at me. “Julie, do you want to do that too?”

“Sure!”

“Fine. Let’s have you sit on the sofa next to your sister.” My mom helped Candy and Casey get up and then she sat me and Kate side by side. “Okay, now who would like to go first?”

“I would!” called Danni, raising her hand.

She came quickly toward us, rubbing her pussy the whole way. By the time she was positioned in front of Kate it was obvious that she was already on the verge of yet another orgasm.

“Ooh, yes, that might be even better,” said our mother, as she looked around at the naked women in the room. “If you don’t mind, and if you think you can do it, how about if everyone lines up and we’ll all start masturbating, and right after we come we’ll let each of the girls give our pussies a goodnight kiss. Okay?”

And so they did. Wow, what a great idea my little sister had!

They got in a line, with Danni leading off, then Tracy, then Melissa, then the sisters, Casey and Candy, then Carla and finally our mom. One by one, they stood in front of us, rubbing themselves until they were ready to come. As soon as they did, usually while they were still in the middle of their orgasms, they grabbed our faces, Kate’s first and then mine, pulling us against them so we could kiss their wet pussies. It was so awesome.

By the time we were not even halfway done, after I’d kissed Melissa’s heated vulva, using my tongue so I could taste her a little, I was totally ready to have an orgasm myself. I was rubbing my clit and as Casey pulled my face against her wet pussy lips, I climaxed. I kept rubbing myself and when Candy came and had my sister kiss her and then me, I came again. I was in a frenzy. Usually I couldn’t climax that many times in a row, but there was no stopping me on this incredible night.

Our mother was the last in line. As all the other women and girls gathered close around to watch, many of them masturbating again, or still masturbating, Mommy took her position in front of us. She didn’t rub herself right away, though. I’m sure she had been doing that while the others were having us kiss their pussies, and maybe she’d come a few times too, but now she just used her fingers to spread her pussy lips apart, letting us gaze into her pink center.

“Look at your mommy’s pussy, your mommy’s vagina. Look at me, girls. Look at your mommy. I’m gonna come now, I’m gonna make myself come, and then I want you to kiss me, kiss my pussy, kiss your mommy’s fucking cunt!”

“Oh God! Fuck!!” Danni was coming again as she listened to this.

“So fucking fucking hot!” Tracy was right on the edge too.

I could hear moans and sighs and gasps and wet slippery sounds all around me, but I didn’t take my eyes from my mother’s pussy. She began rubbing her clit and it didn’t take long at all. Within a few seconds, she was ready. She started climaxing.

“Mommy! Mommy! I’m co— UNH!” That was Kate, next to me, coming at the same time as our mom.

I was rubbing myself too, but I managed to wait, to hold on a moment longer, to watch as my mother pulled my little sister’s mouth against her sex and held it there while she climaxed — but then she quickly grabbed me too, pulling me in, pulling us in together, our cheeks side my side, our mouths almost joined, our faces getting soaked with our wonderful mommy’s pussy juice as she climaxed for us, climaxed on us.

And I came as well. I came for the last time that night as my mother held my head, pressing me tightly to her. It seemed to go on and on, my orgasm and hers, but finally it was all over. She shuddered one last time and then let us go, stumbling backwards, almost in a faint. Carla was behind her, though, and caught her, holding her and gently easing her into a chair.

Melissa sat down next to me, hugging me and kissing me. Tracy and Danni joined Kate, hugging and kissing her the same way. Soon Candy and Casey were there too, squeezing in beside us or on top of us on the sofa, and we all shared a happy round of warm kisses and hugs along with lots of laughter.

It was right then that I saw something, or thought I saw it anyway, out of the corner of my eye.

Up above, on the second floor, where the open railing ended and the enclosed part of the hall began, it seemed for just a moment that I could see a little face peeking around the edge of the wall, looking down at us. My sister’s face, Molly’s. Was it really her, though? Or did I only imagine it? I’m still not sure, and I’ve never asked her.

Soon after that, everyone started getting dressed again, although not necessarily all the way. I noticed some bras and panties just being shoved into purses or pockets. Kate and I stayed naked, as did our mom, and we went to the door with them that way, saying goodnight, giving and receiving a few more kisses, and then we were alone.

Mommy hugged us both, saying we would leave the cleanup until next morning, and we went upstairs to bed. I fell almost immediately to sleep, completely exhausted after who knows how many orgasms. What a night!

Continue on to Chapter 54

By Naughty Mommy

I could scarcely believe my luck. Here I was, just a 12-year-old girl in a room full of beautiful women… and they were all about to start having sex with each other and let me and my even younger sister watch them! It still takes my breath away to think about it. Of course, this was only the start of even greater adventures to come for me and my mom and both of my sisters. We’ll get to all of that soon enough.

Anyway, I’m going to take a minute now and tell you what everyone was wearing that evening (before they started taking their clothes off) and how they looked to me at the time. I can tell you this because I wrote it all down the next day so I would always remember it. That was when I officially began this memoir, in fact, although I had no idea then how extensive it would eventually become. Most of the things I’ve told you about before are only from memory, but starting from here, just about everything is exactly as it happened.

Would you like me to share with you how my memoir actually begins? Here is what I wrote the next day:

This is the start of my sexual diary. Julie’s SeXual Diary. [Yes, I made a capital X, silly me.] Begin date: March 9, 2010. In here, I will tell as much as I can about what has happened to me and what will happen to me, starting from 2 years ago when I was 10 until _____. [I left that space blank, not knowing how long I would continue the diary, and it’s still blank. I’m 18 now, as I’m writing this, but the diary was maintained only for about a year.] This is all about how I learned about sex, about being a grownup sexual adult woman person. [For the first couple of months, my diary was written out in longhand, not on a computer, and the cross-outs are that way in the original.]

All right, I guess that’s enough of the diary. Let me go ahead and tell you what they were wearing.

We’ll begin with Melissa, since I liked her so much. She was in a super short minidress with princess sleeves. It was lavender and blue, in a paisley pattern, with an empire waist and a scoop neckline. Around the high waist was a white ribbon, tied in a bow. She was wearing a matching white ribbon in her hair too, tied in a bow, along with flat black shoes. You have to imagine this: she was the tallest woman in the room, about 5’10”, with very long legs and in a tiny dress. But with her almost totally flat chest, and her cute cherubic face, and the way she was dressed, she looked just like a little girl, an extremely tall, extremely sexy little girl. So yummy and delicious!

Tracy was wearing a leather mini-skirt, black, along with a sort of spangly gold tank top that was tucked in to the skirt, and black fishnet stockings. She had a bra on, but it was thin enough that you could easily see her nipples poking through the top. When I saw her for the first time that night, she already had her shoes off, but she had been wearing black pumps with four-inch heels.

Danni was in a skirt too. In fact, every girl in the room was wearing either a skirt or a dress (except for me and Kate, that is), so there was plenty of leg on display, which I love to see. Danni’s skirt was dark brown and split on one side way up high. It came down to about her knees, but every time she moved she showed off her smooth tanned thigh. On top she wore a thin sleeveless v-neck sweater that buttoned down the front. It was white, and the buttons were open far enough to clearly reveal that she was not wearing a bra. Of course, her dark pokey nipples made that pretty obvious too. Her shoes were wedge sandals. It was the wrong season for sandals, but I don’t think Danni worried too much about that kind of stuff.

The dress Carla was wearing was absolutely gorgeous. It was luscious satin silk, royal blue, with a deeply plunging neckline. It flowed over her body like someone poured paint on her or something. It actually came to below her knees, but with her beautiful legs, her sheer white stockings, and her high heels (color-matched with the dress, naturally), she looked spectacular.

My mom, I already told you about, her hot red party dress.

And finally, the two new girls. Casey was in a bronze-colored dress with cap sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. The dress was really tight and really short. She had superb legs and was obviously happy to show them off. Her stiletto heels, which she wore without nylons, made her legs look even longer and sleeker. Very, very nice. Candy was wearing a gray dress with a halter top, extremely low-cut on the sides and in the front. It was quite revealing. The jagged hemline came to, well, parts of it were about knee-length, but other parts were a lot higher. It was a super sexy dress. Oh, and it had sequins sewn on it too, so it was really glittery and pretty. Her shoes were dark gray ankle boots. She looked great.

Now let’s get back to the action…

My mother had moved onto her knees in front of the chair where Casey was sitting. They both had their shoes off. As I watched, my mom ran her hands up and down the girl’s long bare legs, slowly pushing them apart. I was crouching at the side of the chair and slightly back. In her new position, Mommy could easily see me, and I knew she had, but she hadn’t done anything to give me away. The girl, Casey, could have seen me too if she’d turned her head far enough, but she was entirely focused on my mom and on what they were doing. A lot of the time they were kissing, anyway, and her eyes were closed. I scooted in even further.

On the sofa, not far from me, Melissa was finger-fucking Danni from behind. She was staring at the girl’s cunt and sometimes leaning in for a lick, possibly tonguing her asshole, although I couldn’t see that from where I was. Danni had a hand down inside Candy’s panties, but she seemed too distracted by what Melissa was doing to really rub Candy at all. She was trembling and sweating, her eyes shut, her face red, saying, “Yeah, yeah, oh god yes, fuck me harder, harder!”

Within just a few more seconds, our favorite babysitter exploded into orgasm. She was the first to come that night, not surprisingly.

Casey and my mother both looked over at Danni as she cried out in ecstasy. I heard Casey breathe, “Oh my god…”

I could see Kate from where I was, but luckily she was outside Casey’s line of vision. My sister’s eyes were wide as she took in the teenager’s noisy climax. The expression on her face made me think Kate was masturbating while she watched, as I was doing too.

My mom reached behind her back to open the zipper on her dress, letting the straps fall from her shoulders, unveiling her beautiful breasts to Casey. They were held in a black satin bra that pushed them up, accentuating their delectable fullness. The girl sighed as she saw them, “So nice,” and placed her hands over them. My mother put her hands on top of Casey’s, squeezing them tightly as she gazed into the young brunette’s eyes. She leaned forward and they kissed. I rubbed my clit faster.

As soon as she finished her first climax, Danni flipped over on the sofa, leaning back against Candy. Hiking up her skirt and opening her legs, revealing a hot pink thong that she pulled to the side, she begged Melissa to lick her, “Make me come again! Please! I want to come again!”

Melissa grinned at her, nodding, but decided to tease her a bit by making her wait. “Let me get these out of way first,” she said, as she started undoing the straps on one of Danni’s wedge sandals.

“Okay, but hurry!” Danni pleaded.

After both sandals were off, Melissa hooked her fingers inside the pink thong and pulled it down Danni’s legs. She held the undies up to her nose, sniffing them and then kissing the crotch. Danni moaned. She was rubbing her clit, so intent on having another orgasm that she would get it any way she could. Melissa looked at the girl’s shaved pussy and licked her lips. Candy, who was watching all this from behind Danni, had her hands on the teen’s breasts and was playing with her nipples. Melissa was still fully clothed at this point, wearing her babydoll dress, but as she bent down to begin licking, the tiny dress pulled up far enough over her bottom that I could see she was wearing white cotton little girl panties. Ooh, how adorable!

From where I was, I couldn’t see what was happening on the loveseat, but I could hear gasps and groans and wet sounds, and it was obvious that Tracy and Carla were having a very good time together. I noticed that Kate kept looking back and forth, from the sofa to the loveseat and back again, trying to watch everything at once.

My mother reached back to unhook her bra. The straps slid down her arms, baring her breasts, her large brown nipples fully erect. She took her tits in her hands, pressing them together, squeezing the nipples so hard I thought it must hurt her. Perhaps it did, and perhaps she enjoyed that kind of pain, because I saw her shudder and take in a sharp breath as she did it. Sighing hungrily and smiling, Mommy leaned in close, pointing one of her long nipples at Casey’s mouth. The girl closed her eyes and began to suck.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I couldn’t stand it. I had to be part of what was happening. I quickly crawled the remaining distance between me and my mother. She saw me coming and turned her face toward mine. We kissed.

I had one hand on Mommy’s warm back and my other on her cheek, petting her face as we kissed wetly and warmly. Casey was so involved in sucking my mother’s tit that at first she didn’t realize I was there. Candy had seen me, though, from her spot on the sofa. She didn’t say anything, but when I glanced over that way while still kissing my mom, I found Candy staring at me, open-mouthed. I almost started to laugh.

Just then Casey opened her eyes and saw me too. My mom and I ended the kiss and looked at the girl. She let Mommy’s big nipple come out of her mouth with an almost audible pop and also just stared. Now I did start to giggle.

“What — who — who’s this?” Casey babbled, wide-eyed. She didn’t seem upset, just very surprised.

My mother smiled and kissed my cheek. “This is my daughter.”

I grinned at Casey. She looked at my face and then down at my immature little boobies, apparently comprehending how young I was. She shook her head in amazement.

My mother took my face in her hands, turning me to her. She kissed me deeply, shoving her tongue into my mouth, clearly putting on a show for the two new girls. I loved it. I wrapped my arms around her — well, actually only one arm, because with the other hand I grabbed her tit and squeezed her nipple, thinking that would be even more of a spectacle for them.

And it was. As my mom and I kissed, our tongues deeply probing, my hand on her breasts — and her hand now on my breasts — I could hear plenty of oohs and aahs, sighs of pleasure from the rest of the room. We certainly had their attention now.

We finished the kiss and she got to her feet, bringing me with her. She was still wearing a black thong, but that was all, and I was nude, of course. We stood side by side, her arm around my shoulder, mine around her waist, and she introduced me.

“Casey and Candy, I would like to present my daughter, Julie. She’s 12 years old, and I’m very proud of her. Julie, please say hello to our guests.”

I smiled, “Hello, Casey. Hello, Candy. It’s nice to meet you.”

As said this, I spied my sister’s little chipmunk face peeking out from behind the sofa. Neither of the new girls had noticed her yet.

Carla and Tracy were standing across the room, having arisen from the love seat. They were both dressed, sort of. That is, they had their clothes on but they looked disheveled and their makeup was badly smeared. They’d been having fun over there.

Melissa lifted her face from Danni’s crotch, wiping her chin as she smiled at me. I felt a little bad for Danni, because I was almost sure we must have interrupted her on the verge of another orgasm. On the other hand, Danni was nearly always on the verge of an orgasm, so maybe that didn’t matter much.

My mom went on, “And there is someone else I would like you to meet, too. Kate, will you stand up, please?”

She did, smiling hugely and blushing at the same time. As Mommy made her humorous formal introduction of my sister, specifically mentioning her age, I heard more oohs and aahs, although this time mostly just from the newcomers, Casey and Candy, since the others already knew Kate. It was plain that we had succeeded in surprising and delighting our guests.

There was a short pause, as no one seemed to know quite what to do next. But then Tracy approached Kate, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and Melissa came rushing over to me, grabbing me and squeezing me.

“Julie, I’m so happy to see you again!” She held me at arm’s length, her eyes running up and down my body. “You are such a beautiful girl.”

“Thanks,” I blushed. “Um, I really like your dress a lot.”

“Oh, thank you!” Melissa did a cute little curtsy for me, which was perfect for what she was wearing.

I felt a tap on my arm. It was Casey.

“Uh, hi, I’m Casey,” she began, a little awkwardly. She actually held out her hand to shake mine, and I took it. I think we both recognized the absurdity of a handshake at a time like that, but people do strange things.

“It’s, uh, it’s very nice to meet you,” Casey added. Then she laughed, “Your mother has told me nothing about you!”

I laughed too, and the ice was broken. We hugged.

Across the room, I saw that Danni had actually leaped over the back of the sofa and was giving Kate a bear hug, picking her right up off the ground. Candy greeted Kate while kneeling on the sofa, and then she turned and came over to meet me.

Casey said, “This is my little sister, Candy.”

So they were sisters! Awesome!!

“Hi,” I smiled and nodded. The girl kissed my cheek and I kissed hers. Casey left us to go say hello to Kate, Mommy going with her.

As I chatted with Candy, Carla came over and gave me a nice hug. That was when I got the chance to really appreciate her sensational dress. Candy and I both complimented her on it, as did Melissa, who was with us.

“That’s so nice of you to say,” Carla smiled, “but for my money, the two girls here with the prettiest outfits are definitely Julie and Kate!” We had a good laugh about that.

For the next few minutes, everyone mingled, briefly talking, loosening up a bit, letting go of the tension that had come into the room when our secret presence was revealed. But things soon settled down again. Or maybe I should say they heated up again.

The pairings were a little different this time. In fact, they ended up being trios instead of pairs.

First, Danni decided that she just had to see what was under Carla’s dress. She got it off her, being careful to lay the dress gently over a chair off to the side, and then she actually walked in a circle around Carla, admiring her lovely underthings. The woman was wearing a delicate white demi-cup bra with matching lace panties, along with sheer white stockings and a white garter belt. She still had her high heels on, and she looked, well, the Victoria’s Secret models would have been ashamed to stand next to her. She was stunning.

Danni, who was naked, kept rubbing her own pussy as she circled Carla. She was practically drooling. I heard her ask if she could take off the white panties next, and Carla told her sure, go ahead. The panties were on the outside of the garter belt, so after they were removed, Carla’s pussy was left beautifully framed by the remaining garments. Danni’s eyes seemed to get even bigger when she saw Carla’s thick labia. She was masturbating vigorously as she sat Carla in a chair, pushed her legs apart, and leaned in to start eating her.

A moment later, Casey, who was still wearing her bronze mini-dress, got on the floor behind Danni. She reached between Danni’s legs and began rubbing her pussy, then bent down and put her face there too, licking her. It took no more than half a minute for Danni to have another orgasm.

Casey’s sister, Candy, was sitting on the sofa now with Tracy. They were starting to kiss and touch, quite enthusiastically. Tracy appeared eager to get Candy’s dress off and Candy seemed equally eager to get her hands on Tracy’s tits. She kept grabbing at Tracy’s boobs through her spangly gold top, and soon pulled the tank top up and off. Tracy’s sheer black bra, which hid nothing, had a front closure. Candy spotted that and the bra was gone in no time.

As Candy was about to push Tracy down and begin licking her boobs, Tracy gently stopped her. She turned to Kate, who was leaning over the back of the sofa, watching them intently. I couldn’t hear what was said, but in response, my sister came around to the front of the sofa where the two older girls let her nestle in between them. Kate looked ecstatic.

After the three of them talked for a moment, Candy leaned down to take off her ankle boots, then got up and stood with her back to them so Kate could unzip her dress. Underneath she was wearing only a gray thong, nearly the same color as the pretty dress. Her long slim legs were bare, and of course with that dress she couldn’t have worn a bra. Candy also let Kate pull down her thong, and then she was naked. She did a dainty pirouette for them, and we could see that her pussy was smooth and bald like a little girl’s.

Tracy stood up then and unzipped her black leather skirt, stepping out of it and laying it over the back of the sofa. Her top and her bra were already off, and she’d left her heels over by the loveseat, so all she had on was a pair of crotchless black fishnet stockings with no undies. Candy had remained standing, and now the two girls faced each other and kissed, using plenty of tongue, their hands roaming over each other’s trim bodies. They kissed that way for only a few seconds, though, before asking Kate to get up and join them. It was amazing to see my 10-year-old sister being kissed and caressed by a sexy pair of 18-year-old girls. I’m sure she thought she was in heaven.

I was able to see what happened with Kate and Candy and Tracy, and also with Danni and Carla and Casey, because I’d been standing with my mom and Melissa and we were content for a while to observe the others. But as Kate became absorbed in her three-way kiss with Tracy and Candy, my mother turned to me and gave me a nice wet kiss too. Then she kissed Melissa the same way, and Melissa kissed me, and we began enjoying our own lovely version of the three-way kiss.

Now I was in heaven. Two of the females I most liked and admired in the world were both kissing me at the same time! I could smell my mom’s familiar perfume, which always made me amorous, and I could smell Melissa’s sweet perfume too. I tasted their lips, played with their tongues, and felt their hands on my naked body.

We continued kissing that way for several minutes. I shivered in pleasure as Melissa’s fingers and my mother’s fingers caressed me everywhere, stroking my thighs, fondling my nipples, rubbing my back and my bottom, even reaching between my legs to brush over my pussy lips. It was so intoxicating to have their hands on me that way that I did very little touching of them in return. I just stood and let everything happen, my eyes closed, my lips apart, my breath coming faster, my little pussy definitely getting very wet.

At some point, they stopped touching me and stepped back a bit, whether preparing to take the next step or waiting for me to tell them what I wanted, I wasn’t certain. I opened my eyes and saw them both smiling at me and at each other. My mom was holding her breasts and squeezing her own nipples, as she so often did.

I took a moment to glance around. Katie was seated on the sofa, slumped down in the center, with her legs spread wide and a finger inside herself, sliding rapidly in and out. Tracy and Candy were kneeling above her, facing toward each other and kissing. Each had a hand between the other girl’s legs, rubbing excitedly. It seemed like there might be three orgasms coming soon there.

On the other side of the room, I could hear Danni climaxing (of course). I wasn’t sure what Casey or Carla might be doing, but I didn’t bother to look, because my mother asked me, “What do you want to do next, baby girl?”

I turned to her, smiling shyly, and then looked at Melissa. “Um, can I, can I tell you something?”

“Sure, you can, sweetie,” Melissa said, caressing my cheek, “anything.”

“Well, it’s just, um, in that dress and stuff, you look almost like you could be just a child. Like maybe, you know, a little girl I might babysit for or something. I hope you don’t mind my saying that.”

“Of course I don’t mind,” she giggled. “That’s sort of the effect I was going for.”

I continued, “So, uh, I wondered if it would be okay if I, like, maybe pretended something.”

“Pretended what?” She cocked her head. “Do you want to take off my dress and imagine I’m a little girl you’re babysitting? We could pretend that.”

“Yeah, but, um, maybe instead of babysitting, how about if we pretend you’re my sister… so, like, I’m 12, and maybe you’re only, I don’t know, 8 or something…”

“Ooh, yes, I like that,” my mom said. She was masturbating as she listened to us.

“You want me to be your little sister?” Melissa grinned. “Your 8-year-old little sister?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. This was getting me intensely aroused. I knew it was risky, revealing to them my fantasy of having sex with my baby sister, but I couldn’t help myself.

“What a naughty idea,” whispered Melissa, as she leaned in to kiss my lips. “Let’s do it!”

Continue on to Chapter 53

By Naughty Mommy

The next morning I slept in until almost 10:30, which was unusual for me. Kate was even up before me. I felt a little sleepy that day, but when the night came around, and Mommy started getting ready to leave, I was wide awake and very excited.

I couldn’t stop thinking, of course, about what I’d heard outside my mother’s door the night before, and now, as she put Molly to bed before she went out, I wondered what they might be doing up in her bedroom.

Kate and I were playing a video game on the sofa when Mommy came downstairs looking like she was all set for a party. She was in a sleeveless red dress that came to just above the knee. It had a flared skirt, a banded waist, and a square neckline that showed off her cleavage. She wore red earrings to match the dress, and red heels too. Her long legs were bare and smooth and beautiful.

She sat on the sofa next to us. We paused the game and put down our controllers.

“Okay, girls, now I won’t be gone very long. I should be back within an hour, maybe less. But listen, I want to do this a little differently tonight instead of just having you both up there.” She pointed at the second floor railing that looked down into the family room.

We eagerly awaited the special instructions she had for us.

“When I come back, there will be several girls with me. Some of them you will know, but some of them you won’t.”

Several girls?? This was going to be great!

“And I want to make this kind of a surprise for them, for the ones you haven’t met, I mean. They don’t know about you, that I have daughters. All they know is that I’ve invited them to come to my house tonight for a little party.”

Not such a little party, I thought to myself. Not with several girls! I could feel my pussy getting wet already.

“So, what I want is for you to be down here, downstairs, but hiding. Maybe one of you in the kitchen and one in the dining room or something. Not in the bathroom, because someone might need to use it. But somewhere you can stay out of sight for a while. Okay?”

We both nodded.

“I think you should be naked, at least when you finally come out. If you’re cold, you can wear a robe or something, but take it off before they see you.”

“Wow, Mommy,” breathed Kate, her face aglow, “this is awesome.”

Our mother smiled at her and patted her knee. “Anyway, like I said, you will know most of the girls, but the other two will be new to you. And it’s those two I want to surprise. What I’d like you to do is sort of sneak up on us, all right? Like you’re spying on us.”

She looked closely at us to make sure we understood.

“Okay,” I nodded. Kate nodded too.

“Come out slowly, but not until after we’ve, you know, after we’ve started really having sex. We might have a drink first and talk a little or something. But once we get started, come sneaking out like you’re spying on us. The other girls, of course, the ones you already know, won’t be that surprised. But I’m looking forward to seeing the reaction of the new girls.”

She beamed at us, obviously pleased with herself at the careful plans she’d made. “So, what do you think? Does it sound good?”

“Yeah, it’s super!” I told her.

Kate said, “Oh, man, it’s, it’s — oh, man, I can’t wait!”

“Good,” our mother laughed. She gave us each a hug and a kiss and got up to leave. We followed her to the door.

“All right, it’s a little before 10:00 now,” she said, looking at her watch. “We’ll be back before 11:00, maybe around 10:45, okay? Make sure you’re ready.”

“We will!” we promised.

She kissed us once more, and then she was gone.

Kate and I were beside ourselves with excitement. We jumped up and down, holding hands, giggling like fools. We decided right away that we wouldn’t try any of our usual antics that night, playing around with each other and finding creative new ways to masturbate together, because we absolutely wanted to be in place when they got back. We had to get ready!

Laughing insanely, we raced upstairs to take off our clothes. Halfway up, though, at the landing, Kate decided we should put the video game away first, and so we bounded back down and quickly took care of that. Then we charged back up to our bedrooms and got naked. Two minutes later we were standing in the hall facing each other, a pair of sisters, 12 and 10 years old, nude, excited, panting with exhilaration.

I looked at Kate, trying to catch my breath. Then I asked, “What about robes? Do you think we need ‘em?”

“Nah, fuck it.”

“Yeah, fuck it!” I agreed, laughing and hugging her.

Back downstairs, we deliberated about the best hiding places. We finally agreed that Kate would get under the dining room table and I would use the kitchen pantry. Those seemed like safe bets. The only thing we couldn’t figure out was how we would both know when to come out. Then she suggested that since I had more experience at this, I should listen carefully to what was happening, and when I thought the time was right, I could sneak around through the other passage into the dining room, the one from the kitchen, and signal to her. Then I’d go back to the kitchen and we would begin our little underage voyeur game, with her coming from one place into the family room and me from another.

It was so great! We couldn’t stop giggling as we stood and looked into each other’s eyes, holding hands, making plans. Even though it wasn’t cold — before she’d left, Mommy had turned the thermostat up a few degrees to make it more comfortable for us, she’d said — it wasn’t cold at all, but still I found myself shivering, trembling with anticipation. My palms were sweaty, and my sister’s were too.

“What do you want to do until they get here?” she asked. We were standing in the darkened dining room. It was not quite 10:30.

“Um, I don’t know, maybe… do you want to just, like, go sit on the sofa and kiss or something?”

“No, because — I mean, yeah, I’d like to — but I want to make sure we don’t get, you know, too far into it and then not be where we’re supposed to be.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I nodded. “Good thinking.”

Kate looked at me for a moment and then she kissed me, keeping her mouth closed. I kissed her back. We wrapped our arms around each other, pulling our young bodies together. When the kiss ended, she put her forehead against mine. We breathed softly, enjoying our closeness.

After a few seconds, she kissed me again, parting her lips this time and pressing her tongue into my mouth. God, I loved kissing her. I loved it then and I still love it now. She is such a great kisser.

We were both breathing harder when the second kiss was over.

“Man, this is exciting, isn’t it?” she whispered.

“Yeah, it is. Mommy is just, like, so amazing.”

“I know, she really is.”

“We are so lucky, Kate, you and me. How many other girls have moms who do stuff like this with them? None, I bet!”

“I know. None.”

We started giggling. We kissed again, gently. Several more times.

“I’m getting so turned on,” I whispered to her at the end of the last kiss. “I really want to masturbate right now, but I know we can’t.”

“Are you wet?”

“Uh-huh, very.”

“Can I taste it?”

“Okay.”

I took my arms from around her neck and put them between my legs, using one hand to open my pussy lips and the other to scoop up some of my sweet juices for her. I brought my dripping fingers to her mouth. She smiled at me as she sucked and licked my fingers.

Then we heard cars pulling into the driveway.

“This is it,” I said to her.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, giving me one more quick kiss. “Go hide!”

“Okay!”

Kate started crawling under the table. I scurried back to the kitchen and into the walk-in pantry, leaving the door slightly ajar.

Soon they were coming inside. I could hear a lot of voices, all female, of course, and all sounding very excited. Among the voices, I quickly recognized Carla’s, and Danni’s, and, yes, Melissa’s! And Tracy’s too! Wow! This would be fantastic!

But who were the other ones, the two we didn’t know?

I could tell that coats were being removed and put somewhere, and people were moving around to find seats, and then I heard my mom asking what everyone wanted to drink. A few seconds later, she came into the kitchen. I was peeking out through the door and I could see that she was alone.

“Mommy!” I whispered, waving to her. She grinned and winked at me, while indicating that I should stay hidden. I knew that, of course, but I’d just been too keyed up not to let her know I was there.

She got all the drinks prepared and put them on a tray and then left the kitchen, after blowing me a little kiss. I waited and listened, hearing them accept the drinks, clinking glasses, proposing various obscene toasts to the pleasures of lesbian love. That made me smile. It made me want to rub my clit too, and so I did as I continued to listen.

Several more minutes passed. More conversation. Ice tinkling in glasses. Less conversation. Drinks being set down. A few giggles. Soft moans. A shoe dropping to the floor. The rustle of clothing, maybe being removed. Louder moans. Wet smacking kisses.

It was time.

I crept out of the pantry, daring a brief peek around the corner into the family room before going to signal Kate.

I saw a room full of women. I didn’t wait long enough then to do an actual count, but I knew there should be around seven, based on the voices I’d heard. I recognized Carla right away, because of her lustrous dark hair. I saw our mother too, standing out as the only real blonde. (Tracy was a blonde as well, but her hair was darker.) From what I could see, they were mostly still dressed, but it looked like they might have begun pairing off into kissing couples. I pulled my head back and waited and listened. My heart was pounding. After a minute or so, I decided to take another look.

Carefully, slowly, I leaned around the corner. I allowed myself to view the scene long enough this time to really see all the women, at least the five who were in my field of vision. They weren’t all kissing yet as much as I’d expected, mostly just talking quietly, but smiling into each other’s eyes and sharing tender touches.

I could see Melissa, in a pretty dress, and sexy Danni in a skirt, and my mom, of course. There were two other girls facing away from me that I didn’t think I recognized. Could they be the newcomers? Perhaps they were.

As I watched, Danni began to kiss the girl she was standing beside, a brunette wearing a sparkly party dress. She raised her hand to the girl’s breast. I was eager to see what would happen next but I really needed to go get Kate now and let her join the fun. Stepping back into the kitchen, I moved silently across to the doorway that led to the dining room.

My sister was looking up at me from under the table. She looked so cute! Like a little chipmunk hiding under there. I smiled at her and nodded, letting her know it was time. I watched as she carefully began to crawl out, and then I tiptoed back into the kitchen.

Peering around the corner again, I looked at my mom, who was facing toward me, wearing her red dress. She was leaning over a stuffed chair now, her hands on the arms, talking to a brunette who was sitting down. Or flirting with her, to be more precise. I couldn’t quite hear what she was saying, it was in low tones, but her sly smile and the look in her eyes made it obvious what was on her mind. Not to mention the way she was practically shoving her cleavage in the girl’s face.

But who was the girl? From behind, I was pretty sure I didn’t recognize her. I eased my head a little further out so I could see more of the room. Sitting on the sofa, also facing away from me, was the other girl I didn’t recognize, the one in the party dress. These two had to be the new ones, I figured. In the middle of the sofa, facing toward that girl, and toward me, was Danni. They were kissing, and Danni was touching the girl, stroking her cheek, then her neck, then her breast through the dress.

Behind Danni on the sofa, also sitting down, was Melissa. She was watching Danni and the other girl. Melissa must have caught my movement, because a second after I saw her, she looked up and saw me peeking out from the kitchen. She smiled and winked. I thought she might wave or say ‘Hi’ and give me away, but she didn’t. Maybe my mother had told her what we were up to. Probably that’s what it was.

I knew there should be at least a couple of other women in the room, but I couldn’t see them without leaving the kitchen. I got down in a low crouch and sort of crept into the room, secreting myself behind an empty armchair. No one reacted. No one had seen me, apparently, other than Melissa and maybe my mom.

Very carefully I started to poke my head around the side of the chair. As I was doing that, I discovered that Kate was nearby. She had taken a position behind a matching armchair a little further along the wall. Good, we were both in place and ready to play our game. Kate saw me and grinned, nearly giggling, her face alive with joy. I smiled back at her, but putting a finger to my lips. Try to stay quiet.

From my new hiding place, I was able to see the remaining two women, Carla and Tracy. They were the ones most quickly getting into action. Carla was reclining on a loveseat and Tracy was on top of her. They were kissing wetly, their arms around each other, hands reaching and petting aggressively. I watched them for several moments, taking in their attractiveness, feeling my excitement grow. What a night this would be!

Now I knew where everyone was. Most important, I knew where the two girls were that we were supposed to surprise. By listening to the conversation before and catching the names that were unfamiliar, I’d determined that one of the newcomers was named Candy and the other Casey, although I still didn’t know who was who. Maybe if I got closer I could learn more.

Based on the way Melissa had acted when she saw me, I guessed that Mommy might have let the others know what she was planning. If that was true, then my sister and I should be able to move in and watch and listen without giving ourselves away as long as Casey or Candy didn’t see us too soon. I was ready to try.

As I looked around to the other side, I saw that my mother was sitting on the arm of the chair. She was leaning down, apparently kissing the new girl, although I couldn’t tell for sure.

On the sofa, meanwhile, things had progressed very quickly. There was a leg sticking up now, a long shapely leg wearing an ankle boot, stretched high over the back of the sofa. That leg belonged to the other new girl. Danni was poised above her, on her hands and knees. She seemed to be kissing the girl or something, although from where I was I couldn’t really see what they were doing. What I could see, however, was what Melissa was doing behind Danni. She had pushed the teenager’s skirt all the way up and she was licking and kissing her bare bottom!

Ooh, now I really did want to get a better look at everything. I decided that my next hiding place would be behind a small cabinet on the other side of the kitchen doorway from where I was. It was closer to the chair my mother and the girl were in. From there, I should be able to see a lot more. I caught Kate’s eye and indicated that we both should sneak a little farther into the room.

It was easy getting to my new spot. No one seemed to notice at all. They were pretty heavily into what they were doing. My mom was definitely kissing the girl in the chair, either Casey or Candy, and it looked like she was fondling her breasts through her dress as well. The girl was stroking my mother’s back, and as I watched, one hand slid down to caress her bottom.

I crawled slowly forward on my hands and knees. Now I was within two feet or so of the chair. I could easily hear my mom and the girl kissing and sighing. I could see the sofa much better too. Danni had a hand under the dress of the girl she was kissing, sliding it up her thigh, toward her crotch. And it looked like Melissa was actually licking Danni’s pussy from behind, maybe even fingering her.

I wasn’t sure where Kate had gone to, but — but then a little face peeked around the end of the sofa, right behind the new girl’s head. From where Kate was now, she would be able to see all the action on the sofa in addition to having a great view of Tracy and Carla on the loveseat. Good job!

I took a chance on moving closer myself, shifting around so I could begin to see the face of the girl my mom was kissing. I could see the new one on the sofa that way a lot better too. Both girls were sitting, or almost lying down, but they appeared to be about medium height, very slim, with great legs, and quite pretty. They were both brunettes, as I said, and they were both wearing a lot of makeup, heavy eye shadow, dark mascara, and bright red lipstick. It was hard at first to tell how old they were, although later I learned that they were 18 and 20.

But what startled me as I got my first good look at them was how very much alike they looked — so much alike that I thought they might even be sisters. Could they be? That would make it extra exciting!

I could hear my mother murmuring to the girl whose breasts she was squeezing through the dress. She called her Casey. So if that was Casey with her on the chair, it would have to be Candy on the sofa, the one being pawed by Danni.

And speaking of Danni, just then she reached a hand behind her head, grabbed the neck of the tight sweater she was wearing, and briskly pulled it off. She was braless. She took a breast in her hand and held it in front of Candy’s mouth. The girl eagerly began sucking on Danni’s erect nipple.

I sat back for a moment and thought to myself, how incredibly amazing this is. There are seven great-looking girls and women in this room, along with me and Kate, and they’re kissing and touching and soon they’ll all be naked — and we get to sneak around and watch everything, getting as close as we want. What an awesome idea my mother had!

As I thought about that, I felt my own nipples getting full and stiff. I slid a hand down to caress my pussy. It was already wet. This was going to be a very arousing night.

Continue on to Chapter 52