Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

Monday night in Mommy’s room, Kate and I are in bed with her.

We’re all three naked again, except this time our mother has made something clear: because it is a school night, she cannot allow us, or allow herself, to succumb to the temptation to stay up late playing sexy games. We’re there mostly just to talk. If a little kissing and touching takes place — only a little — that’s okay, but the really hot and fun stuff is reserved for nights when we don’t have school the next day.

Of course we’re not happy about that, my sister and I, but we understand and we grudgingly agree to those limits.

“So, the place we went to on our trip,” Mommy began, “is called the Sapphic Retreat. It’s a bed and breakfast inn run by a pair of sisters named Cassia and Delia.”

“Sisters who are also lovers,” I interjected, “lesbian lovers.”

“That’s right,” she confirmed. “And we met their mother, too, a woman named Olympia. She founded the business many years ago. Actually it started out as a private club, a gathering place for mothers and daughters who were secret lovers.”

“Wow, really?” Kate asked.

Mommy nodded, smiling. “And now it’s known, among certain people, as a destination for, well, for families just like ours.”

“Yeah, we met a lot of them,” I added. “I told you about Emma and Brandi, and there was also Nicole and Leslie and Mindy and Tina…”

I started counting everyone off on my fingers.

“…and Shannon and Cindy and Shelby, and Katherine and Chrissy and Laura, and, um, oh, and Logan and Diana. That was who was at the party. And Cassia and Delia, of course, and Olympia.”

“Man, that’s, that’s amazing,” sighed Kate.

“Yeah, it was,” I said. “I wish you’d been there, Kate. I hope we can go back.”

Turning to my mother, suddenly inspired, I asked, “Mommy can we? All of us go back there again? Please, can we?”

She chuckled, giving me a kiss. “Yes, well, maybe we will someday. Probably we will. It would be very nice to see everyone, and especially nice if we all were there together, you and your sister and Molly too.”

“Yeah, that would be so awesome. Let’s do it soon, okay?” I urged.

“We’ll see. Right now let’s finish telling Kate about what we did.”

“Um, okay. On the first night —”

“Wait, at the party —” Kate interrupted “— all those other people, like, the moms and daughters. Um, how old were the girls?”

“Well,” I said, “the oldest of the girls was Diana. She’s 17, um, a junior in high school. And then Leslie was 16. She’s a sophomore. And… I’d have to look at my notes to get the ages of all the other girls right, but…”

“You took notes?” my sister asked, her eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, the next day,” I giggled. “I kind of wanted to remember it all, you know?”

Kate grinned at me, shaking her head. She probably thought I was silly, being so meticulous about keeping track of everything. Still, if I hadn’t, I’d never have been able to write this whole story with all the details!

“But, um, the youngest ones,” I went on, “were Shelby, who was 8, and Chrissy, who was 7, and Laura, who was 6.”

“Are you kidding me? 6 years old??”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, leering lasciviously.

“And they……”

“Uh-huh, they did.”

“Wow…”

“That’s why we went there, Kate,” our mother put in. “To meet some other moms and daughters like us, to get to know them a little bit. Also, of course, for Julie and me to spend some special time together. But I really did want to see the others, see what their relationships were like.”

“Wow…”

My sister was still slowly shaking her head, apparently blown away by what I’d told her about the ages of the littlest girls.

“Yeah, and also, what we said last night, about getting high. They had marijuana at the party, and I smoked some,” I proudly announced.

Kate’s jaw dropped. She stared at me and then at Mommy, open-mouthed.

“Yes, she did,” our mother nodded. “We all did. Well, maybe not the youngest ones, but pretty much everyone else.”

“Man…”

“It was that kind of a party,” I joked.

“And you, I mean, with…” my sister stammered “…with the, the little girls, the really little ones…?”

“With everyone,” I nodded. “It was, like, a total lesbian orgy, a lesbian incest orgy, with all these ladies and all these girls, the mommies and daughters all having sex with each other and with everyone else.”

“Oh my god.” Kate’s hand went under the covers, rubbing her pussy.

“Mommy and I licked Laura together. She’s the 6-year-old, and —” I stopped, remembering something I’d been meaning to ask “— um, Mommy, before this, had you ever, like, done anything with a girl that young before?”

“No, definitely not,” she smiled. “Before, well, actually, you were the youngest one for me, honey, 12 years old. I’ve done things with Kate too, of course, and with Molly, but certainly nothing like that.”

“And, um, and now that we did all that, I mean, you and me — and I guess we should tell Kate about that too, about what we did in bed — but now that we did everything, you said I can do that with Katie too, right? And maybe with Molly?”

Mommy looked at me, apparently deciding how to respond.

“Not now, I mean, but on the weekends?” I pressed.

“What do you mean, everything?” Kate asked. “Tell me what that means.”

Our mother turned to her. She was being besieged by questions.

“Okay, slow down,” she chuckled, “one at a time. First, Kate, when Julie says everything, that’s what it means, we did everything. But mostly, I think, she’s referring to oral sex. We had oral sex. She licked my pussy and I licked hers. We both had orgasms that way.’

“Oh my god.” Kate’s hand was moving faster under the covers.

“And what she’s asking now is if she can do those things with you too, all the things that she and I did on our trip. Oral sex, mainly, I suppose.”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I want to lick your pussy, Katie, and I want you to lick mine.”

My sister’s face was turning red. She was panting and trembling, obviously getting very close. “Mommy,” she gasped, “is it okay if… if I come now?”

“Yes, baby girl, you go right ahead.”

“Unh!” Kate threw her head back, her body straining, her little nipples standing out erect from her chest, her eyes shut tight. “Unh!!”

I’d started rubbing myself too, but I wasn’t anywhere near as far along as she was. My mom was holding her breasts in her hands, pinching her own nipples. Together we watched my sister, enjoying the sight of a 10-year-old girl bringing herself to orgasm.

When she finished, slowly calming down, still breathing heavily, licking her fingers, tasting herself, she smiled up at us. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s fine, precious,” Mommy leaned over, giving her a kiss on the lips. “I love watching you do that.”

Kate took a deep breath, sitting up straighter in the bed. “Whew… okay…”

“Now, what else can we tell you about our trip? Do you have other questions?”

“Wait, I have a question, Mommy,” I said.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I mean, you never answered me before. I was asking if it’s all right for me to do stuff with Katie now, you know, all that stuff. And also with Molly.”

“Yes, you’re right,” my mother nodded. “In all the excitement with Kate, I forgot about that. I apologize.”

“It’s okay,” I smiled.

“Well, then, yes, it is all right. You can do as much as you want to with her, with Katie now. Assuming she wants to, that is. The only rule I’ll insist on is —”

“Never on school nights.” I completed the sentence for her.

“That’s right,” Mommy laughed.

Then she turned back to my sister. “But I want to know what you think about that, Kate. How do you feel about having sex with Julie? And, uh, I should add, with me too?”

“With you?”

“Yes, with me. I want to do those things with you just as much as she does. I want to lick your pussy and I want you to lick mine. I want to come in your mouth. I want to watch Julie licking you and while she’s doing that I want to sit on your little face and grind my pussy into your mouth and come all over you.”

“Oh my god.”

By this point, of course, our mother was masturbating. She continued, “I only want to do those things, though, if you want to do them too. I want to have sex with you, very badly, but not unless you want it just as much as I do.”

“Um, okay,” Kate nodded.

“What do you mean by okay?”

“Okay, you can have sex with me. I want you to. But —”

“— not until the weekend,” they recited together, laughing.

“Good, I’m glad” Mommy smiled, giving my sister a nice kiss. “And with Julie too? Are you okay about having sex with her?”

“Yeah, for sure, definitely!”

I rubbed my clit faster as I thought about having Katie lick me. Finally, after all this long waiting. For several months I’d been masturbating with her, and I was constantly fantasizing about doing more, about licking her pussy and having her lick mine. And now we would really be able to do it!

“Mommy…” I breathed.

“Yes, baby?”

“I’m gonna come now…”

Turning to me, she brought her lips to mine. But she didn’t quite kiss me. Her mouth remained a fraction of an inch away from mine, her lips parted. I could feel her warm breath. She extended her tongue, licking at the corner of my mouth and then just inside my upper lip. It was driving me crazy.

“Mommy,” I groaned. She kissed me, deeply, and I came.

After my orgasm, Kate and I watched our mother masturbate vigorously between us, her legs spread wide apart, bringing herself to a loud, wet climax. Sometimes she really gushed a lot when she came. She lifted her dripping fingers to our mouths, letting us taste her.

I wanted to do more, of course. I wanted to suck her nipples and lick her pussy and, well, do everything, but it was a Monday night, so I didn’t.

By then it was past 10:00, time for Kate and me to go to bed. Before we left, however, Mommy said, “Katie, I want to make sure you’re fully satisfied, that you’re not concerned that maybe there’s something we haven’t told you.”

My sister smiled. “Well, I still want to know what you guys did at that party, I mean, with all those little girls and stuff.”

“Okay, sure, we’ll tell you all about that. Not tonight, because it’s too late, but tomorrow night, or the next night. Anything you want to know, you just ask me. Or you can ask Julie. We won’t keep any secrets from you, all right?”

Kate nodded happily.

* * *

On Wednesday that week, shortly after I got home from school, the phone rang. I answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hello, can I speak with Julie, please?”

“Yes, this is Julie.”

“Oh, hello, Julie, my name is Dana Frederiksen. Elaine Gallagher gave me your number. I’m looking for a good babysitter, and she recommended you, very highly.”

“Um, okay, that’s nice.”

“So, could I maybe ask you to babysit for me? I have just one child, a little girl named Chelsea. She, uh, turned 7 a week ago.”

A little girl, barely 7 years old? I liked the sound of that!

“Sure, I guess. Um, when?”

“Well, I was thinking of Friday night. Are you available then?”

“Yeah, I mean, um, yes, I could do that. Can you give me your address, please?”

I wrote it down, and we agreed on the time. She thanked me, then we hung up.

Hurray! Elaine hadn’t called me yet that week, and now if she wanted me on Friday, I would already be busy somewhere else. It would be even better, of course, if she didn’t need me on Saturday night either, because I was really hoping I’d be busy at home that night, having sex with my mom and my sister.

It turned out Elaine did call me, later that same afternoon, in fact. Except she asked if I could babysit for Justin and Britney on Saturday during the day, not at night, from noon until around 5:00, while she went to a matinee or something. That was perfect!

In addition to the usual things like fixing dinner and doing homework, our evenings that week were filled with long conversations in our mother’s bedroom about what she and I had done on our trip to Vermont. Kate was especially interested in hearing us talk about our experiences at the party with the youngest girls and with their moms.

I took the opportunity, as we described having sex with 6 and 7 and 8-year-old girls, to ask Mommy again about doing the same kinds of things with Molly. As she’d said before, there seemed no reason to wait, so why not? Why not right away? She was cautious about it, though, wanting to think about it just a little longer. I understood. It was a big step to take. But I was very eager to take it.

The three of us masturbated together every night, and there was some kissing and some light touching, even a few licks of hard nipples, but no real sex beyond that. We all knew, however, what was on the schedule for the weekend. I almost couldn’t stand the wait until Saturday night!

But then something else happened, something totally unexpected, on Friday night.

My mom drove me to the address that Dana Frederiksen had given me. It was an old apartment building in a not very nice part of town a few miles from where we lived. We parked and Mommy went up to the door with me.

On Wednesday night, after she came home from work and I’d told her about my new babysitting job, my mother had called Elaine to talk with her about Dana, to find out something about her, and then she’d called and spoken directly with Dana. She was friendly and polite about it, of course, but my mom wanted to be very sure she knew who it was I would be working for. Apparently she was satisfied with what she’d learned.

Dana invited us in and asked us to sit down, offering something to drink. My mom accepted, and Dana disappeared into the kitchen for a minute while we sat on a small sofa and looked around. The room we were in, a combination living/dining room, was cramped and cluttered. The furniture was old and kind of beat up. It looked like Dana didn’t have much money. But she was very nice. I liked her smile.

She brought a glass of white wine for Mommy and juice for me. I’d asked for a Coke, but Dana told us she didn’t have any because she was trying hard not to get her daughter, Chelsea, hooked on sugary sodas. That seemed like a good idea.

She returned with a second glass of wine for herself and sat in a chair across from us, crossing her legs and smiling.

Dana was small and slim, a very pretty blonde wearing a lot of makeup. She was in a tight-fitting hot pink dress, very short, showing slim, shapely legs. She had hardly any tits at all. She looked young, and although I later found out that she was 27, she seemed a lot younger than that. With her high heels on, she was about my height, but without them she would have been a couple inches shorter than me, so she was only about five feet tall, if that.

We chatted for a few minutes. Dana asked me about school, what subjects I liked, what other interests I had, and so on. My mother mostly listened. We found out that Dana had never finished high school, that she’d dropped out when she was only 15 and had run away from home. I was surprised that she would tell us all this so soon after meeting her, but she was really an outgoing, open, friendly person. I liked her even more.

She’d finally managed to get a GED, and was working now as a receptionist at an insurance office. It was through her boss, who was Elaine’s older brother, that she had met Elaine and then heard about me.

“Elaine says you’re the best,” Dana smiled.

God, I loved her smile. All bright white teeth and crinkly blue eyes. Red lipstick, blonde hair, and such a cute, pretty face, her tiny upturned nose dotted with a few freckles. I felt myself getting all warm and gushy inside as I looked at her.

“You wanna go meet Chelsea?” Dana asked. As she uncrossed her legs, I caught a flash of white panties.

“Sure,” I nodded.

My mom stood. “Well, I guess I should be going. It’s been very nice getting to know you.”

She held out her hand and Dana took it. I could tell that my mother was interested in this woman, sexually attracted to her, just as I was. She wasn’t obvious about it or anything, but the sound of her voice and the look in her eyes told me all I needed to know. Would anything ever happen between them? Between all three of us? I sure hoped it would!

As Mommy left, she gave Dana a kiss on the cheek, and then we went in to see Chelsea.

The little girl was adorable, as cute and pretty as her mom. She was playing in her room, sitting on the floor surrounded by dolls and stuffed animals, talking to them. I got down on the floor with her. When Dana crouched beside us, I was given a clear view of those white panties between her slender legs.

“Chelsea, this is Miss Julie. She’s going to stay with you tonight, okay?”

“Okay,” Chelsea smiled.

Her hair was kind of sandy blonde, falling in loose curls around her slim shoulders. She had gorgeous blue eyes, just like Dana’s, and full pink lips. She was barefoot, wearing a tight pair of shorts and a little crop top shirt. Her chest was flat, of course, and her legs were very appealing to me. They were small but perfectly shaped, smooth and almost hairless. As I looked at her, I couldn’t help picturing her naked, seeing her little girl pussy, as smooth and hairless as her legs. I wanted to lick her.

“All right,” said Dana, “you two get acquainted. I’ll be leaving in a minute and I’ll come in and kiss you goodbye before I go.”

We sat on the floor and I listened to her chattering away with her dolls and things. She had a big open toy chest, a large collection of dolls and clothes and accessories arranged inside. Chelsea reminded me of Molly. She had an active imagination, cleverly devising situations and acting them out, happily engaging in a world of her own creation.

After a bit, Dana came in, picking up Chelsea and hugging her, giving her a nice kiss on the lips. It was quite a long kiss, actually, surprisingly long. I liked watching them that way.

Dana gave me her cell phone number and said she expected to be home at around 1:00 AM, asking if that was all right. I told her it was fine. She told me Chelsea’s bedtime was usually 9:00 o’clock on the weekends, but if we were playing and I wanted to keep her up a little later, that would be okay too. I could easily think of lots of naughty games I’d like to play with her daughter!

I didn’t really do anything terribly naughty with Chelsea after Dana left, even though I certainly wanted to. We played with her dolls and things for a while, and then she wanted to watch one of her animated videos. We curled up on the sofa in their small living room, the child cuddling close to me, sucking her thumb as we enjoyed the silly antics of Dr. Seuss characters. I hugged her, loving how it felt to have this warm little body in my arms.

At 9:00, I asked Chelsea if she was getting sleepy. She’d been rubbing her eyes and it looked like she was. She nodded, murmuring, “Mm-hmm,” but instead of getting up to go get ready for bed, she put her arms around my waist and nestled closer, resting her head on my chest and closing her eyes. It appeared she would be perfectly content to fall asleep that way.

And she did. I didn’t have the heart to disturb her right away, so I just let her snooze on my chest. I gently kissed the top of her head and rubbed her smooth thigh, running my hand up to caress her bottom, barely covered by her little shorts. It made me think of the way Danni would hug and touch Molly sometimes. I was never that affectionate with Justin and Britney when I babysat for them. But it was different with Chelsea.

Finally I decided I really did need to get her in bed. I stood up, cradling the girl in my arms, and walked slowly to her room. She seemed to still be asleep. Laying her on her bed, I picked up the little nightgown Dana had set out for her. It was white and frilly, with long sleeves. Very cute and feminine and sexy.

I pulled the crop top shirt over her head. Her chest was bare now, revealed to me. I couldn’t help myself. I touched one of her little nipples. Okay, I guess that was sort of naughty. Then I pulled down her shorts, leaving her pink undies on. She began to wake up as I raised her to a sitting position so I could get the nightie over her head. She smiled at me.

“Come on, let’s go brush your teeth,” I said softly.

She nodded and we went to the bathroom across the hall. I watched Chelsea brush her teeth and then sit on the toilet and tinkle, wiping herself. We went back to her room and she got in bed.

As I leaned down to kiss her goodnight, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me close. Her lips met mine and then — oh my god! — her lips parted and her tongue was teasing at my mouth. I was startled, but not too started to respond. I opened my own lips and let the sweet little girl french-kiss me. It was heavenly.

We kissed that way for at least a minute or so, a long time! My eyes were closed, my tongue exploring her small mouth. I nearly lost myself in the moment, almost began to believe I was with one of the young girls at the orgy in Vermont and that I could do whatever I wanted with this child.

But then I remembered where I was: I was babysitting, doing a job for someone, and I had a responsibility. I pulled away, wiping my mouth.

I looked at Chelsea. She was grinning at me, her pink lips shiny and wet.

“Who, uh… where… who, who taught you to kiss like that?” I stammered.

“My mom.”

“Your mom??” My eyes must have been like saucers.

She nodded, her eyes twinkling.

“Not, like, another babysitter or someone?”

“Uh-uh, my mommy.”

“Wow. Um, okay, well, you get to sleep now, honey, all right?”

Chelsea nodded again, turning onto her side, laying her head on her hands, closing her eyes. I kissed her softly on the cheek and left the room, turning off the lamp but leaving the door open a crack.

Back in the living room, I sat on the sofa, shaking my head and marveling at what had just happened. It felt so amazingly nice to kiss her that way. She was really good at it. And she had learned it from her mommy!!

I took a deep breath, checking my watch. It was only about 9:30. I’d brought a book with me to read, and Dana did have some DVDs I could watch, comedies and adventure movies I liked. Or I could snoop around if I wanted to. But that didn’t seem like such a good idea. It also didn’t seem very necessary. I couldn’t imagine finding anything more surprising or more exciting than what I’d already discovered about sexy Dana and her little girl.

There was at least one other thing I could do, of course. I could masturbate. That seemed like a very good idea, considering how turned on I was after kissing Chelsea that way.

I began rubbing myself over the outside of my jeans but didn’t do any more than that right away. First I wanted to be sure she was asleep and wouldn’t be getting up to come and find me or anything. For about ten minutes I sat on the couch, gently stroking my crotch, thinking about Chelsea, remembering the feel of her lips on mine, her tongue in my mouth. I could tell my pussy was getting very wet inside.

Finally I got up and tiptoed down the hall to her room, quietly pushing the door open so I could get a look at her. She appeared to be sound asleep. I went and stood by her bed, still rubbing myself on the outside of my jeans. I was very tempted to do something more with her, but I didn’t. I just watched her sleeping.

Then I left the room, pulling her door closed almost all the way, and went back to the sofa. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pushed my hand inside my panties. My pussy was soaked, so wet that I was surprised it hadn’t leaked through my jeans yet.

I slid my fingers up and down, feeling the thrill when I rubbed the slippery skin over my clit. Parting my lips, I pressed a finger down inside, deep down, into my heated center. I groaned in pleasure, then rubbed my clit some more.

It felt so good touching myself that way. I knew I would be able to come pretty quickly. I thought about taking off my jeans, or at least pushing them down around my knees, but I didn’t want to take a chance in case Dana came home unexpectedly. I figured this way I could zip up quickly if I heard her coming in and not get caught. Maybe.

Taking my hand out of my panties, I tasted myself. So nice, so very nice. I loved the taste of my pussy. I wondered if Chelsea would like it too. That gave me a dirty idea, something to think about, if nothing else.

Closing my eyes, I fantasized that after I gave myself an orgasm, I went to her bedroom and rubbed my wet fingers over her lips, coating them with my juices, even slipping my fingers between her lips, into her mouth, letting the 7-year-old girl taste me as she slept.

That fantasy made me come right away. I remembered to be quiet, not to wake her up, and the effort of restraining my moans and groans seemed to make my climax even more intense. By the time I was done, I was sweating and my fingers were drenched.

I licked my fingers clean, which took a while. It was so enjoyable doing that, I decided to masturbate again. I soon came a second time, and not long after that, a third time. When I was through, after lots of exciting fantasies and three wonderful orgasms, it was almost 11:00 o’clock. That was a very pleasant way to spend an evening!

I cleaned up, washing my hands in the bathroom, and checked on Chelsea again. Still fast asleep. Then I went back to the sofa, got out my book, and read until Dana came home at about 12:45.

“How did everything go?” she asked, displaying that big smile I loved.

“It was great,” I told her. “No problems. Chelsea’s a little doll.”

“Yes, she is, or at least I think so,” she chuckled. “Anyway, I’m glad you like her. Would you mind staying with her again some time? Maybe like next weekend?”

“Sure, um, you mean on Friday?”

“Yeah, Friday is usually when I go out. If I can find a babysitter that is. It’s been hard for me to get someone I feel like I can trust, you know?”

I nodded, though I wasn’t really sure what she meant.

“So, how much is it?” she asked, opening her wallet. “Like, $10 an hour, or something?”

“Yeah, I, well… I don’t really have any set rates or anything. Just whatever you think is right.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet.”

Suddenly she gave me a big hug, pressing her body against mine. I could smell her perfume, along with cigarette smoke and maybe some sweat. The hug was warm and tight. I didn’t know quite what to do, so I just sort of hugged her gently in return.

For a second I thought she might kiss me too, maybe even kiss me the way her daughter had said she kissed her. That would be awesome! But she didn’t. She stepped back, her hands on my shoulders, smiling at me.

She’d taken off her heels, so she was shorter than I was. She probably weighed less than I did too, and I was still under 100 pounds. It felt weird being hugged by an adult who was smaller than me. But I liked it, and I liked Dana. I liked her a lot.

Apparently the feeling was mutual.

“I like you, Julie. I’m so glad we met. It feels like you and me have something in common, kind of like we’re twin souls or something.”

We were? I wasn’t sure about that, but it was nice of her to say it anyway.

She took $60 from her wallet. “Is this enough? I’d really like to give you more, but, you know, things are kind of tight right now.”

The look on Dana’s face was so adorable. Like she wanted to please me, gain my approval. I could see myself falling for her very easily.

“Yeah, sure, of course it’s fine. But, um, you don’t have to give me that much if you don’t want to. If it’s like, hard, I mean, or something.”

“Oh, you angel.”

This time she did kiss me. Not a long kiss, and her lips stayed closed, but a nice little kiss, right on my mouth.

She gave me the $60 and said next time she would try to give me more. I assured her that was plenty. Then I called my mom, and a few minutes later we were on our way home.

“So, how was it?” Mommy asked. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, it was fine, definitely. I like Chelsea, um, and I like Dana too. She’s nice.”

“She seems to be.” My mother patted my leg.

We rode the rest of the way in silence. I was thinking about Dana, of course, about the way she’d hugged me and the quick little kiss she’d given me. I was also thinking about Chelsea and the long wet kiss we had shared.

That was so amazing, the little girl kissing me that way. It was like a dream. Maybe that’s why I didn’t say anything to my mom about it that night, because it seemed like something that couldn’t actually have happened in real life. Maybe I wouldn’t believe it myself unless it happened again.

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