Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

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.

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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.

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