Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

Dana did come home early, at around 10:30. That was only 20 or 25 minutes after I’d put Chelsea to bed. I was pretty sure the little girl was already fast asleep, though, because I had just checked on her.

Although Dana hadn’t been gone for very long, it looked like she’d made the most of her time. Her blouse was untucked and partially unbuttoned, her lipstick was smeared, and she wasn’t walking or talking very steadily. I worried that she shouldn’t have been driving if she’d had that much to drink. But she’d managed to get home safely, in any case.

She dropped her purse on a table by the front door. Correction, she dropped it on the floor, because she missed the table. Then she staggered over to the sofa and plopped down beside me.

“Wow,” she said, “I shouldn’t drink that much. It makes me loose.” She shook the front of her blouse, as if indicating that plenty of hands had made their way inside that night.

“How much did you drink?”

She looked at me. “Too much. Too fast. And those people aren’t nice like you. I don’t like them the way I like you.”

Without warning, Dana leaned over and kissed me. It was a wet sloppy kiss, very wet and very sloppy. Not even that exciting, to be honest. I could taste something in her mouth, alcohol, I guess, and she smelled like cigarette smoke. Even though she didn’t seem to smoke at home — there were no ashtrays and no odor — she apparently did when she went out.

We kissed for a minute, side by side on the sofa, and then she actually got on top of me. She pivoted onto my lap, straddling my legs, her tiny skirt hiking up around her hips. We kissed a while longer. The woman was breathing heavily. She grabbed my hand and put it over her breast, on the outside of her blouse. Her tits were very small, almost nothing there, but her nipples were long and hard. She opened a button on the blouse and moved my hand inside. I squeezed the erect nipple, squeezed it hard. I was starting to get turned on, sloppy kisses or not. I wanted to suck her nipple.

But then she pulled away. Her face was a mess. Lipstick even more smeared now, cheeks aflame, saliva dripping down her chin. She looked incredibly sexy.

“How old are you?” she asked, even though I was sure I’d told her before.

“Um, 12.”

“God, a 12-year-old girl. I really shouldn’t be doing this.”

Awkwardly she climbed off me, sitting on the sofa beside me again. She leaned her head back, closing her eyes. But a hand went between her legs, rubbing herself through her pink panties.

“I’m so turned on,” she sighed. “I don’t know why I get this way.”

I watched her masturbating. It was hot. I almost started rubbing myself too, through my jeans, but then she turned her head and looked at me, opening her eyes. “Maybe it’s you, Julie. Maybe that’s why I get so turned on.”

Dana stopped rubbing herself, taking her hand away from her crotch. She took a deep breath. “It’s… you know what it is?”

I shook my head.

“It’s when I think about you kissing her, kissing Chelsea, the way you did last week. That, that drives me crazy. I can’t ever, I keep thinking about, I don’t know how many times I’ve… I just keep…”

She wasn’t making much sense.

“Maybe you should go to bed,” I told her.

She chuckled, “Yeah, maybe I should. You’re right. But um, first, will you do something for me?”

“I guess, yeah.”

“Kiss her again for me? And let me watch you? Please?”

“But she’s already asleep.”

“I know. Just for a minute. She won’t mind. She likes you. Please?”

“Um, I don’t know, I mean…”

It was weird. I loved kissing Chelsea, and earlier in the evening I’d done quite a bit more than kiss her. I’d even put my hand on her little pussy! And now her mom was begging me to kiss her again. But I felt reluctant to do that when Dana was so drunk. Like I would be taking advantage of her or something.

In the end, though, my ethics lost out to my libido. Dana got to her feet and somehow pulled me up with her. She led me down the hall to Chelsea’s room.

Switching on the lamp by the bed, Dana woke her daughter.

Chelsea was still naked, of course. But if Dana noticed or cared about that, she didn’t say anything. The little girl rubbed her eyes. “Hi, Mommy.”

“Hi, baby.” Dana kissed her sweetly on the lips. “Miss Julie has to go home soon, but I wanted to let her kiss you goodnight first. Is that okay?”

“Sure,” Chelsea grinned sleepily.

I sat on the bed next to the girl.

“Kiss her… the way I taught you,” Dana smiled. “Okay?”

Chelsea nodded. I leaned down to kiss her.

My heart was racing. Whatever reluctance I’d felt was now gone. I very much wanted to kiss this cute little girl, kiss her and turn her on, turn her mother on too. I took her in my arms, pulling her lips to mine.

Chelsea’s mouth was open. She sighed and I felt her tongue go inside my mouth. She kissed me deeply and wetly with no hesitation at all, the same way we had before.

“Ooh, yeah… ooh, yeah, yeah!” I heard Dana beside us. It sounded like she was panting. I stopped kissing Chelsea for just a moment and glanced at her mom.

Dana was kneeling on the floor, watching us. Her little skirt was up around her waist. Her hand was inside her panties. She was masturbating.

“Don’t stop. Keep kissing her,” she insisted.

And so I did. I pulled Chelsea even closer, pressing my body against hers, sucking her tongue, nibbling at her lips. We kissed and Dana masturbated and within a few minutes, the woman had an orgasm.

“Oooo-ahh!” she squealed.

Again I stopped kissing Chelsea so I could look at her mom.

Dana’s eyes were closed. One hand was down inside her panties, still rubbing as she came, the other hand on the floor, supporting her. “Ahh! Ahh!” she gasped as climactic spasms shook her slender body.

Chelsea was looking at her too. I don’t know if she had seen her mother have an orgasm before. She didn’t seem that surprised, so maybe she had.

When Dana finished, she opened her eyes, smiling sheepishly at us. She took her hand from her panties, still shuddering slightly. “Thank you,” she whispered to me, “thank you for doing that.”

I shrugged my shoulders, grinning at her. “It’s okay. I liked it.”

Dana leaned over and gave her daughter a long kiss on the mouth, but with her lips together. “Goodnight, baby.”

“G’night, Mommy.”

I stood up. “Goodnight, Chelsea. I’ll see you next week, okay?” I had agreed with Dana to babysit regularly for her every Friday night.

“G’night. I love you, Miss Julie.”

I smiled, leaning down to give the child one more kiss. “I love you too, sweetie. Sleep tight.”

Twenty minutes later, Mommy was there to pick me up. Dana was already in her own bed, passed out. I’d helped her get undressed before calling my mom. I was definitely tempted to do more with the woman — she had such a nice little body — but I wanted to wait until another time when she was not so inebriated, when we could really enjoy each other.

In the car, I said, “Well, I had a real adventure tonight.”

My mother raised her eyebrows. “You did? Tell me about it.”

“Remember you asked last week if Dana had kissed me?”

“Yes…”

“Well, she did. But not only Dana. Chelsea kissed me too.”

“The little girl?”

“Uh-huh. She said her mom taught her to kiss that way. I mean, she kissed me, you know, with her tongue and everything.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, and, um… I hope you won’t get mad, but Dana doesn’t seem to mind it, in fact, she wanted me to kiss her daughter and she was watching us, and… and there’s a lot more too…”

“There is?”

I looked at my mother. “Will you get mad at me if I tell you what we did?”

“Will I get mad at you?” She gave me a wink. “What do you think?”

“I know,” I grinned, “you almost never really get mad. And I don’t think I did anything all that bad anyway. But, so, I got in bed with Chelsea when her mom was out and I told her a story. A bedtime story. We were both naked.”

“Wow, you were?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay.”

“And I told her sort of a naughty fairy tale about these two girls who got lost in the forest and they met a nice lady who asked them to kiss her pussy —”

“You told her what??”

I giggled. “I know. I told this story to a 7-year-old girl, and she really liked it. Mom, it was so amazing. I was naked in bed with this girl and we were kissing and I was telling her a dirty story…”

My hand was between my legs now in the car, pressing in on my pussy over the top of my jeans. “We kissed a lot, both of us naked and everything. I kissed her really nicely and stuff until I finally told her it was time for her to go to sleep.”

“Oh my…” My mother was wearing a loose dress, knee-length. She tugged it quickly up and put her own hand between her legs, rubbing herself as we drove. “Is there more?”

“Yeah, um, when Dana got back, she was sort of drunk, but she got on the sofa with me and she started kissing me too, with her tongue, you know, and she put my hand inside her blouse, like, um, over her breast —”

“She did??” My mom was rubbing her pussy faster through her panties.

“Uh-huh. And then… well, I’ll tell you the rest after we get inside.”

We were home. We pulled into the driveway and into the garage. It wasn’t that late, not quite 11:30. My sister Kate was still awake. We got her and the three of us went to Mommy’s bedroom.

“Julie was telling me about, uh, about her adventures in babysitting,” Mommy chuckled. “I thought you might like to hear it too, Katie.”

We took off our clothes and got into bed. I was in the middle. I told them what had happened, starting at the beginning and going slower this time, including more of the details.

It was very exciting. We all three masturbated as I described what it was like to kiss a pretty 7-year-old, and to put her hand between my legs and my hand between her legs.

“God, Julie… you’re just…” Kate panted, already getting close to an orgasm.

When I got to the part about the little girls in the fairy tale kissing Donna’s pussy lips, that’s when Kate reached climax. My mom followed soon after, and then I did too. But of course there was still more to tell.

After we’d recovered a little, I told them about Dana coming home and kissing me on the sofa, about putting my hand inside her blouse and playing with her hard nipple. Then I explained how she had asked me to kiss her daughter, saying how much she wanted to see us do it. That got Mommy and Katie going again. When I described kissing the little girl as her mother watched and masturbated, they both came again. I didn’t this time, but I enjoyed watching them.

That was the end of the story, for now anyway. Well there was also the part about taking off Dana’s clothes and putting her to bed. They liked hearing that too.

“And maybe next time,” I said, “I’ll have even more to tell you about.”

“Mmm, I hope so.” My mother took my face in her hands and kissed me. She pulled me on top of her.

I grabbed Mommy’s tits, squeezing her nipples, kissing her deeply. Kate scooted over next to us, reaching between my legs, finding my pussy, sliding a finger up inside my wet vagina. Within only a few seconds I came that way, my mother kissing me, my sister fucking my cunt with her finger.

For the next hour, we explored all the sexual combinations we could think of, a mom and her two daughters, 12 and 10 years old, delighting in the pleasures of lesbian incest.

* * *

About 11:00 the next morning, the phone rang. It was Dana. She asked my mom if she would mind driving her over to get her car. Apparently she’d taken a taxi home the night before, realizing she was too drunk to drive, and had left her car in a parking lot someplace.

My mother told her that would be fine. She said she had to take me to Elaine’s, anyway, pretty soon, and that it was on the way. That wasn’t quite true, since they lived in sort of opposite directions from our house, but my mom was a nice person and she was always glad to do favors for her friends. Not to mention that she was sexually attracted to Dana, the same way I was, and very likely to her little daughter as well.

Anyhow, we left a few minutes later, picking up Dana and Chelsea. I got in the back seat with Chelsea and let Dana sit in the front. The grownups chatted about normal stuff, while Chelsea and I held hands, giggling and smiling at each other. It was interesting, though, seeing my mom with Dana, since she now knew all about what had happened the night before. I thought I could see a little extra twinkle in my mother’s eye as she smiled at the pretty blonde.

We dropped them off, and then my mom took me to Elaine’s. That went the usual boring way, babysitting for them, I mean. It was fine, Justin and Britney were nice enough kids, but just not very interesting to me. To begin with, Justin was a boy, yuck, and little Britney was only 3 years old. She was far too young. I liked my girls to be at least 6, ha-ha!

Elaine got back at around 5:00 and drove me home. I helped my mom make dinner, and after we ate, Kate and I cleaned up the kitchen. Mommy went upstairs to get ready for her date with Carla.

When she came down, Kate was playing a video game, Princess Zelda, and I was on the floor with Molly, looking at one of the animal books she had and talking with her about horses. But we all got up to admire Mommy’s outfit.

She was in a deep blue dress, very low cut, with spaghetti straps, her lovely cleavage on full display. The dress was form-fitting and very short. Her long legs were bare, oiled and gleaming. My mouth watered as I looked at her.

“Wow, Mom, you are so hot…” Kate sighed.

“Thank you, honey,” she smiled, giving my sister a kiss on the lips.

“I love you, Mommy,” said Molly, hugging our mother tightly, pressing her cheek against her bosom.

“I love you too, precious.”

After standing back for just a moment, enjoying the sight of my sisters hugging and kissing my sexy mom, I came forward and took her face in my hands, giving her a long warm kiss on the mouth. “Have fun tonight,” I whispered.

She kissed me a second time. “I will,” she whispered in return as she rubbed my bottom.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. It was Carla. Now, as you know, I think my mother is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. But Carla comes a close second.

She was in a basic black dress that night, strapless and high-waisted with a flared skirt that came to just above her knees. She wore no jewelry. On her feet were plain black pumps. The whole outfit was very simple, but there was something about the way she wore it, or maybe it was the allure of her exotic beauty — those dark, almond-shaped eyes, that wide mouth and high cheekbones, her perfect porcelain skin — anyway, as you can tell, she totally turned me on.

And I wasn’t the only one.

“Carla, oh my god,” gushed Kate, actually walking in a circle around her, looking her up and down. The brunette just smiled at her, enjoying the attention.

My mom gave Carla a kiss on the lips and said she was ready. They went out and got in Carla’s little sports car. The three of us waved at them from the door as they drove off. Then we were on our own.

This was the first time in a while that our mother had gone out on a Saturday night and left us at home. I’d been babysitting a lot on the weekends or we’d had other activities. But now here we were, just me and my sisters, like old times. Except that a lot had happened in the meantime. I’d had sex with Kate, and Molly had sucked my nipples and Katie’s nipples too while we both masturbated. What would happen next?

As we closed the door behind us, I looked at them. “So, what do you guys want to do tonight?”

A grin came over Kate’s face. “Truth or Dare?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Wanna play that?”

“Play what?”

“Truth or Dare, dummy!”

“Well,” I had to admit, “I don’t really know how.”

Being somewhat solitary at school, except for my friendship with Amy, I didn’t get invited to very many parties and hadn’t ever played that game. But Kate had. She told us the girls would play a version of it on the bus sometimes on the way to basketball games at other schools.

“It’s easy,” she said. “I just say to you, ‘truth or dare’, and you have to pick one. If you say truth, then I can ask you anything I want and you have to answer it, totally honestly. If you say dare, then I can tell you to do whatever I want, and you have to do it. Okay?”

“That’s all?” I asked.

“Yeah, except, after the person either answers a question or does the dare thing, then it’s her turn and she gets to ask someone else.”

“Okay.” I looked at Molly. “You think we should play that?”

She shrugged, “I guess.”

“Let’s do it,” urged Kate. “It’s fun.”

“All right,” I said. “How do we start?”

“Well, um, I’ll go first, I guess, since I’ve played it before,” said Kate as we sat down on the sofa together, Kate in the middle. “Then you guys can each have turns.”

I nodded my head and so did Molly.

“Um, all right. Julie, truth or dare?” Kate asked.

“Oh, uh… truth?”

“Good. Okay, so, um, do you think Carla is sexy?”

“Yes,” I giggled. Molly giggled too. So did Kate.

“Is that it?” I asked.

“Yeah. Now it’s your turn. You choose one of us to be next.”

“Um, all right, so, Molly… truth or dare?”

“Truth?” she responded, her little eyebrows raised.

This was going to be fun, I thought to myself. I could ask anything I wanted and they had to answer me honestly!

I looked at my baby sister, looked her in the eye. “Have you ever kissed another girl? Besides us, I mean?”

She grinned, blushing a little bit. “Yeah.”

“When?” I asked.

“No, wait —” Kate stopped us “— you can only ask one question each time. That’s why you have to try to think of a good one. Now it’s Molly’s turn.”

“Oh, all right,” I said. “Sorry.”

“Molly, it’s your turn. You choose one of us,” said Kate.

Our little sister looked at the two of us. Then she said to Kate, “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

Molly didn’t say anything else right away. Apparently she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do next. Kate helped her out.

“Now you can tell me to do something, whatever you want, anything. And no matter how weird or, like, embarrassing it is, I have to do it.”

Molly giggled. “Okay, um… jump up and down and yell, ‘Kate is stupid!’”

We all three laughed. But Kate dutifully stood and started jumping up and down, shouting ‘Kate is stupid!’ over and over again. We howled in delighted excitement. It was silly and fun.

The game stayed fun. But soon, of course, it also became very sexy. A few turns later, Kate said to me, “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Okay, kiss Molly’s nipples.”

“What??”

“You have to do it. That’s your dare. Kiss Molly’s nipples.”

“Well, okay…” I took a deep breath. I was beginning to realize the possibilities of where this could lead.

I looked at my baby sister. Molly was blushing, but also smiling. Slowly she lifted up her little shirt, showing us her flat chest and her pink nipples.

My pussy began to tingle. I licked my lips. Then I leaned across Kate, my hands on her legs, and brought my lips to Molly’s chest, giving each of her nipples a nice wet smacking kiss. We all three giggled, but it was clear there was an increasing amount of sexual tension in the room.

“Your turn,” Kate said softly to Molly.

“Okay. Truth or dare?” she asked Kate.

“Dare.”

“Kiss Julie’s nipples.”

Kate smiled. “Gladly.”

I was wearing a long-sleeved pullover shirt with a bra underneath it. Usually at home I wouldn’t worry about a bra, but I’d babysat at Elaine’s that afternoon and I normally wore a bra for that.

“I…” I looked at Kate. “Should I take off my shirt? And my bra?”

Smiling at me, she shrugged, “Yeah, I guess.”

So I did. I pulled off my shirt and unhooked my bra, setting it aside. Then Kate leaned in close to me, preparing to kiss my puffy pink nipples. I sighed, closing my eyes. My nipples were stiff before she kissed them, and the feel of my sister’s warm lips made them even harder. I liked this game.

Kate sat back. “Okay, uh, Julie, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Kiss Molly on the mouth, using your tongue.”

“Um…”

I wasn’t sure if I should. I’d kissed other little girls before, of course, including the kids at the party in Vermont and also Chelsea, but I had never kissed Molly like that. I knew she had kissed Riley that way, along with Ashley too, and maybe other girls as well, so this wouldn’t be her first time. But still, it was step beyond where we’d gone before. Should I do it?

“Go on,” said Kate. “You have to.”

“All right.”

Again I leaned over Kate. Molly brought her mouth to mine and we kissed. Her lips were very full and soft, fuller than Kate’s lips. They felt more like Mommy’s. I closed my eyes and pressed my mouth against hers, putting my tongue inside. My baby sister sucked on my tongue and then shoved her tongue into my mouth. We were both moaning, enjoying ourselves immensely.

“Okay, you guys,” Kate chuckled. “That’s enough already.”

I pulled away from Molly, wiping my mouth, a huge smile on my face. She was smiling too. There was a very strong attraction between us, like a magnet pulling us together.

“Man,” Kate shook her head, looking back and forth at us. “I mean, like, man…”

Now it was my turn. I said to Kate, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“When was the last time you masturbated?”

She blushed. “This morning in my bed.”

Then she turned to Molly. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Have you ever masturbated?”

“No.”

“You want to learn how?” I blurted.

It wasn’t my turn, of course. And as soon as I said it, I realized I’d gone much further than I should have. So I quickly added, “I mean, if Mommy says it’s okay, like, I can teach you sometime, or something.”

“Yeah,” Kate grinned lasciviously. “That would be fun.”

Molly frowned. “Is this still the game?”

“No,” I shook my head, “it’s, it’s my fault. I got us off track. Sorry. Um, it’s your turn now, Mol.”

She said to me, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

A smile crept over her face. “Do you want to kiss Emily?”

I could feel myself blushing. Emily was one of Molly’s best friends. A beautiful young brunette, just 8 years old, with a perfect slender body and the most seductive green eyes you ever saw. I had a serious crush on the little third grade girl and apparently Molly had noticed it.

I had to be honest. I nodded, “Yes, I do want to kiss Emily. I’d love it.”

Molly giggled.

I turned to Kate, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Would you like to kiss Carla?”

She laughed, “I already have kissed Carla!”

Molly and I laughed along with her, getting hysterical. We let some of the tension out, the sexual tension of three pre-teen sisters sharing their naughty secrets and hidden desires with each other.

Regaining my breath after a minute, I said, “I know, that was a stupid question. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Kate replied. “Go ahead, ask me something else.”

“Okay, um, well… have you ever thought about me, I mean, like, sexy stuff about me, when you were masturbating?”

“Yeah, I have,” she nodded with a grin. Then she immediately added, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” I replied.

“Have you ever thought about Molly when you were masturbating?”

I swallowed. But I answered honestly. “Yes.”

Molly sighed, “Wow…”

It was my turn again. I was getting very excited. “Truth or dare?” I asked Kate.

“Dare.”

“Take off your shorts and your undies and show us your pussy.”

“Whoa. But, all right.”

She unsnapped and unzipped her tight denim shorts, then stood up and pulled them down along with her blue panties, stepping out of them and leaving them on the floor. Kate was barefoot, so now the only thing she had on was a thin yellow tank top. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. She sat down again and put her feet up on the sofa, spreading her legs. She used her fingers to pull her pussy lips open. “See?”

Inside she was wet. Molly and I could easily see that. But neither of us said anything about it. We just looked at her, at our sister’s exposed genitals.

After a pregnant pause, Kate put her feet down and the game went on. “Truth or dare?” she said to Molly.

“Truth.”

“When you kissed a girl, who was it you kissed and where did it happen?”

That was two questions, of course, not one, but since Kate asked them together I figured that must have made it within the rules or something.

Molly frowned, “Well, I mean, I did it more than one time.”

“More than one girl?”

“Yeah…”

“Okay, so, the last time, I guess. Who was it and where?”

“It was, um, it was Riley. Here. At my sleepover.”

“Nice,” said Kate. “I wish I could have seen that. Okay, your turn.”

“Truth or dare?” Molly asked me.

“Dare.”

“Take off Julie’s shirt and suck her nipples.”

“Suck them?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, okay…”

So, I lifted Kate’s tank top over her head and off. My sister was naked.

I looked at her little breasts. In three months she would be 11 years old, and her boobs, though certainly not fully developed, were progressing very nicely. They had a pleasingly round shape with pert dark nipples. I loved her titties.

With a sigh, I leaned close to her and took an erect nipple into my mouth, happily sucking on it. She petted my head, pulling me to her, moaning in pleasure.

After a minute or so, I moved to the other nipple, giving it the same loving treatment. Then I sat back and smiled at her. She had a hand between her legs, rubbing herself. That wasn’t really part of the game, but apparently she couldn’t help it.

Kate masturbated for another few seconds before realizing that it was her turn now. She took her hand away from her pussy and sat up straighter, looking at Molly. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Take off Julie’s pants and kiss her pussy.”

Oh my god! Were we going too far? Should I allow it to happen? What would Mommy say if she knew?

I did allow it. We were playing a game, I reasoned, and according to the rules you had to do whatever you were asked. It was only a game. Just a game, that’s all. But what a sexy game!

Molly got up and came over to me. She unsnapped my jeans, pulling down the zipper. I stood up so she could tug them down my legs. Like Kate, I was barefoot, and of course my shirt and my bra had already been removed, so now I was wearing only a pair of white panties. Molly pulled those down too and I stepped out of them. I was naked.

I sat down on the sofa again, spreading my legs. Molly looked at me, first at my face, then down at my crotch. I’d continued every few days shaving the little pubic hair I had, so my pussy was completely smooth and bare. My 8-year-old sister knelt on the floor in front of me, put her hands on the insides of my thighs, and brought her face to my pussy lips.

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