Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

As we were eating breakfast that morning at Pancake Palace, Molly asked, “Can I have Chelsea for a sleepover?”

I’m sure that all of us, Molly included, were thinking that those two little girls definitely would be doing something more than just sleeping during a sleepover. And I’m equally sure that all of us would have been be very happy if that’s what happened.

In any case, our mother replied, “Sure, why not? When do you want to have her over?”

“Tonight.”

“You can’t have her tonight,” Mommy laughed. “It’s a school night. How about next weekend, maybe Friday night?”

“No, not Friday,” Molly said. “That’s Emily’s birthday party.”

“Oh, you’re right, I forgot about that. Well, then, Saturday?” Mommy suggested.

“Okay!” Molly jumped up and gave our mom a nice syrupy kiss on the lips, thanking her.

So, now we could look forward to having cute little Chelsea come for a sleepover on Saturday night. And what was even better, when Mommy called them later that day to offer the invitation, she asked not only Chelsea to come, but Dana too! We would have both of them sleeping over!

Our mother was still pretty strict about what we could do on school nights. She would usually let Kate and me masturbate in bed with her, at least a couple times a week, but that was all, no heavy sex on weeknights, and no porno movies either. We had to be in bed with lights out by 10:00. Molly’s bedtime was 9:00, so she couldn’t play with us much either. But that just heightened the anticipation of our weekend fun.

When Friday arrived, Mommy came home from work a little early so she could drive Molly over to Emily’s house at 5:00 for the birthday party. Then she took Kate and me out to dinner, nothing very fancy, just sushi. Kate didn’t like it that much, but I loved it. And then at 7:00, Mommy dropped me off at the Frederiksen’s. She said she and Kate were planning to go shopping at the mall for a little while before picking Molly up at 8:30, after the party was over.

“Do you think you’ll stop in at Victoria’s Secret?” I asked.

“We might,” Mommy answered with a wink. Katie grinned.

“Well, if you do, say hi to Melissa and, um, Tracy for me if you see them, okay?”

“Of course we will. And we’ll give them a nice wet kiss for you too, honey,” Mommy teased.

“All right, good,” I laughed.

Dana met me at the door. We waved to my mom and my sister, and then went inside as they drove away. Chelsea came running out from her room — and it was so adorable, mother and daughter were in identical outfits again!

They were both wearing matching shorts and tops in a brightly flowered pattern, along with flat white sandals. They had their blonde hair pulled back in ponytails. They really did look like they could be sisters.

It occurred to me then that Dana wasn’t dressed the way she usually would be when she went out on a Friday night, and it turned out there was a reason for that.

“Know what I decided?” Dana asked as I hugged and kissed her daughter.

“No, what?”

“I decided I could have more fun staying home tonight and playing with you guys than going out. Don’t worry, I’ll still pay you for babysitting, but I’m just gonna stay here, okay?”

“Sure,” I said, putting the little girl down, “but you don’t have to pay me. I know money’s tight for you. And I love being here anyway, playing with Chelsea.”

I glanced over at Dana. “And, um, playing with you too,” I added, blushing.

“Oh, that’s so sweet.” She kissed my cheek. “Well, we’ll see about paying.”

“C’mon, Miss Julie, I wanna show you something.” Chelsea tugged my hand, pulling me toward her bedroom. Dana followed us.

In Chelsea’s room, I discovered that she now had a small Lego set. We got down on the floor together and played with it for a while, Dana joining us, lying on her tummy and acting just like a little kid.

After the Legos, we played with her dolls, but in another half-hour or so, Chelsea seemed to be getting bored. That’s when Dana suggested, “You guys wanna play house?”

“Okay,” Chelsea grinned, popping up onto her knees. “Are you gonna be the mommy?”

“No, I think Miss Julie should be the mom. You and me will be her little girls. And she’ll be getting us ready for bed, okay?”

“That’s funny,” Chelsea giggled. “She’s the mommy and you’re not.”

“Yeah, ‘cuz I’m your sister,” Dana smiled, kissing her daughter and nuzzling her nose.

They looked so cute, sitting together on the floor in their matching outfits. I felt a warm stirring between my legs as I imagined the kind of fun we could have playing a game where I was the mom and they were my little girls.

Dana turned to me. “Um, Julie, I was thinking… I don’t know if you’d want to or not, but, I mean, maybe instead of going home later, you could stay over, you know, and sleep here tonight. You want to?”

She looked at me plaintively, her eyebrows raised. The woman was smaller than I was, physically, and with the way she was dressed that night, she seemed even more like a pre-teen girl than ever. It was weird how sometimes I felt like I was older than her in a way, even though I was only 12.

Anyhow, I shrugged and smiled. “Okay, sure, that sounds good. But, um, I should call my mom and tell her.” I stood up.

“Great!” Dana flashed me that dazzling smile, almost buckling my knees.

“So, uh, I’ll be right back,” I told them. I hurried down the hall to the small living room, picked up the phone and punched in my mom’s mobile number. After three rings, she answered.

“Hello?”

“Mommy? Hi, are you guys having fun?”

“Hey, honey. Yes, we are. What’s up?”

“Well, I just wanted you to know that, uh, Dana and Chelsea asked me to spend the night here, with them. And I said I would. Is that all right?”

“Of course it is, sweetie. It sounds like fun. Think you might get to fool around with them?”

I grinned. “Yeah, I think I might. I sure hope so.”

“Good. I hope so too,” Mommy said. “All right, honey. Well, call me in the morning and let me know what your plans are for the day, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks, Mom. I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetie. Goodnight.”

“G’night, Mommy.”

And then I went back to Chelsea’s room. She and her mother had just finished putting away the dolls and things and were ready to play the game.

I stood in the doorway, smiling at them. I was wearing a plaid miniskirt that night along with a white short-sleeved blouse and no bra. I’d left my flat shoes in the living room. Chelsea and Dana grinned at me. They’d both removed their sandals earlier and were barefoot too.

I took a deep breath. “Okay, little girls,” I said. “It’s time for you to go to bed.”

“Oh, Mommy, can’t we stay up and play some more?” Dana whined. That made Chelsea laugh.

I shook my head. “No, honey, you can’t. It’s already late, past your bedtime. Now, come on, you two,” I clapped my hands, “let’s go to my room. You can sleep in my bed tonight, okay?”

“Goodie!” Dana hopped to her feet, bouncing happily up and down just like a child. Chelsea stood beside her, giggling.

I walked along the short hall to Dana’s bedroom, my ‘daughters’ trailing me.

“All right,” I said, sitting them side by side on the double bed, “let me get your clothes off now.”

I began with Dana. The flowered top she was wearing had two buttons behind the neck. I opened them and pulled the little top over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I stared at the woman’s tiny boobs, at her stiff nipples. She was so sexy.

Dana looked at me expectantly. It was clear that I had permission to do almost anything I wanted with them that night. They were in my hands, figuratively — and soon they would be literally!

“Stand up now, sweetie,” I said to her, “so I can take off your shorts.”

“Okay, Mommy,” she replied. Chelsea giggled again.

The shorts had a simple elastic waistband. I tugged them down her slender legs and the woman stepped out of them. All she had on now was a pair of baby blue bikini undies.

I was in front of her, kneeling on the carpet. Dana stood with her feet apart, her toes pointing out, like a little girl. I looked at her crotch. The panties fit tightly, hugging and outlining her pussy lips. There was a noticeable dark spot right in the center. She was wet.

Hooking my fingers into the waistband of the panties, I slowly pulled them down, and she stepped out of them. Her pussy was shaved completely smooth. I looked at her a moment longer, licking my lips. Then I turned to Chelsea.

“Okay, baby,” I said. “Your turn now. Stand up.”

She hopped off the bed and stood next to her mother. I quickly unbuttoned the top and pulled it off, then removed her shorts and her cute Hello Kitty undies. She was naked. I took their hands and led them both into Dana’s bathroom.

“Now you sit on the toilet and tinkle, and then I’ll wipe you, okay?” I told Chelsea. I was treating them like they were pre-schoolers.

The little girl giggled and did as I’d asked. She peed, and I wiped her. We flushed the toilet. She got up and Dana took her place. She spread her slim legs, releasing a stream of urine into the water. “I can wipe myself, Mommy,” she said, when she was done.

“No,” I told her, shaking my head, “you’re not big enough yet.” I got a wad of toilet paper and carefully wiped the woman clean, then flushed.

“All right, little girls, come and get in bed now.”

We returned to the bedroom. I pulled back the covers and they climbed in, sitting next to each other, leaning on pillows against the headboard, holding hands. They were both naked, and I was still dressed, of course. I would soon remedy that.

I began unbuttoning my blouse. When my breasts came into view, Dana said, “I like your boobies, Mommy.”

“Thank you, honey.” I cupped my breasts in my hands. They were still quite small, of course, just conical mounds with plump nipples. “When you girls grow up, you’ll get boobies too.”

Chelsea giggled again, looking at her mother’s breasts. But she didn’t say anything about that, playing along with the game.

After tossing my blouse away, I unzipped my plaid skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I was wearing black panties, lacy and partly sheer, my sexiest pair. Turning my back to my ‘daughters’, I stuck out my bottom and slowly pulled the panties down, showing them my butt.

“Ooh,” I heard Dana sigh. I bent over at the waist, drawing the undies down to my feet and stepping out of them. Then I turned back around, hands on my hips, displaying my naked body.

“You’re so pretty, Miss Julie,” said Chelsea. “Oh, um, I mean, Mommy.”

“Thank you, sweetie,” I grinned.

Then I got in bed with them. I took the middle spot, my arms around my two girls. I hugged them, looking back and forth at their lovely faces. They smiled at me.

“Do you remember when you were very little,” I began, “and I would take you in my bed at night, and before you went to sleep I would let you suck on my nipples, like a baby?”

Chelsea shook her head. “No…”

“I remember, Mommy,” Dana said softly. “I liked it when we did that.”

“Do you want to do it again tonight?” I asked. As I said that, I pulled in on their shoulders, turning them and bringing them closer to my breasts.

“You can suck on my nipples now,” I whispered. “Just like a baby. Both of you, at the same time.”

Dana took my breast in her hand. “Okay, Mommy.”

She smiled at her daughter, nodding, “You do it too, honey.” And then Dana took my nipple into her mouth.

Chelsea’s blue eyes were huge. I could tell that this was a game she had not played before. I knew she’d kissed her mother while Dana masturbated, but apparently she had never sucked her nipple, or at least not since she really was an infant.

The little girl looked at my tit. She licked her lips. She glanced over at her mom, watching for a moment as Dana sucked on my nipple. Then Chelsea parted her lips and closed her mouth over my breast. She began to suck.

I groaned in pleasure. It felt so wonderful, both of them licking and sucking my tits at the same time. God, it was hot! I squeezed my thighs together, stimulating my clit. I petted their heads, cooing to them.

“That’s right, that’s right, suck Mommy’s nipples. Make Mommy feel good.” I reached a hand between my legs, openly masturbating now in front of them. Dana’s eyes were closed, but Chelsea’s were open. She looked down at my fingers as I rubbed my clit.

Dana was really getting into it. She was curled up next to me, almost in a fetal position, one hand on my breast, sucking hungrily, making little ‘nom-nom’ sounds. Chelsea’s gaze went back and forth from her mother sucking my tit to my hand moving between my legs.

“Mommy’s getting very excited,” I whispered to Chelsea, rubbing my clit faster. I kissed the top of her head. “When you suck Mommy’s nipple that way, it feels so nice.”

I was already getting close. This was so arousing, a mother and her young daughter sucking my nipples at the same time while I played with myself. “Mmm, yeah, that’s it, that’s right, so nice. Don’t stop. Suck Mommy’s nipples. Make Mommy come.”

Dana opened her eyes, looking up at me. She smiled, holding my erect nipple between her teeth. Then she closed her lips again and sucked even harder. I started to come.

“Oh, god, oh god!” I cried. “Ah! AHH!!”

My thighs squeezed together around my hand. Dana and Chelsea sucked my tits. I fingered my clit, extending my orgasm, gasping and sobbing in climactic pleasure.

Finally I was finished. I was able to relax my thighs, releasing my hand. I raised it to my mouth, tasting myself. “Oh my god, that was nice,” I sighed. “Thank you, girls. Thank you so much, my sweet daughters.”

They both grinned up at me. Dana gave me a kiss on the lips. “I love you, Mommy,” she said. Chelsea giggled.

“You know what I want to see now?” I asked them. They shook their heads.

“I want to see my pretty girls kiss each other. Can you do that for Mommy?”

Dana looked at her daughter, nodding cheerfully. “Okay!”

Naked little Chelsea climbed over me, settling between us. She and her mom wrapped their arms around each other and immediately began kissing.

I can’t tell you how exciting that was to see. A beautiful, sexy young woman holding her 7-year-old daughter, pulling her close, their mouths pressed together, kissing wetly. Even though I had just had a climax, I started rubbing myself again as I watched them.

Then I had another idea, a very naughty one.

Moving right up behind Chelsea, I rested my hand on her shoulder. They didn’t stop kissing, and I enjoyed the alluring sight for another moment or two.

And then, without saying a word, I took Chelsea’s hand in mine, sliding it down between her mother’s legs, placing it over the woman’s vulva. I kept my hand on top of Chelsea’s, putting some pressure on her fingers, helping them slip in between Dana’s pussy lips. I could feel how hot and moist she was inside.

Dana broke the kiss. “Uh — wait,” she panted.

“It’s okay,” I said. “Little girls should touch each other like this. It’s nice when sisters make each other feel good.”

I held Chelsea’s hand in mine, moving it slowly up and down, sliding her little fingers through the slippery folds of her mother’s wet pussy. She was watching closely as I guided her.

“That’s right, little baby,” I whispered. “Rub your sister. She likes it. She likes it a lot.”

And it was obvious that Dana did like it. In spite of her protests, she was leaning back now with her eyes closed, smiling as she savored the erotic sensations.

I drew Chelsea’s fingers up, letting her feel her mother’s erect clit. Dana moaned, her body responding as her little girl’s fingertips fondled her clitoris.

“Suck her nipple,” I whispered softly to Chelsea.

“Okay,” she whispered back, lowering her mouth over her mom’s hard nipple and beginning to suck.

We played with Dana’s clit for another few moments, and then I gently slid Chelsea’s hand down again until we found the opening to her mother’s womb.

When she felt our fingers there, Dana started to say, “Wait —” but then she took a deep breath, shuddered as she let it out and said, “No, go ahead. I want you to.”

I glanced up at her. Her eyes were still closed. Her face was flushed, gleaming with perspiration. She licked her lips. “Go ahead,” she nodded, as though she knew I was watching her.

Holding Chelsea’s hand firmly in mine, I took her two middle fingers and eased them inside the woman’s vagina. I pushed them in as far as they would go. The child’s hand was very small, of course, so the fingers wouldn’t go in very deeply, but it was enough to give Dana a strong reaction.

She gasped, “Oh god yes!” I thought she might start to come right then, but she didn’t. It appeared, though, that she was definitely getting close, breathing fast and trembling all over.

Chelsea continued to suck her mom’s nipple. I held her little hand in mine and moved her fingers in and out, fucking Dana’s cunt.

“Yes! Yes!” the woman urged. Her slim thighs were thrown wide apart. She was panting and groaning, her eyes shut tightly. “Yes! Harder now! Harder!”

And a moment later she was climaxing. She squealed. I pushed her daughter’s fingers up inside her as far as I could, holding them there.

Chelsea lifted her head from her mother’s breast, looking at her face as she came. We both watched her, seeing Dana’s slender body shudder and shake, her pretty features contorted into a grimace as orgasmic passion surged through her.

At last, with one long heavy sigh, she was finished. She went limp. I gently drew the child’s fingers from her mother’s cunt. Still holding her hand in mine, I raised it to the little girl’s face.

“Taste her,” I whispered. “See how nice she tastes.”

“Okay,” Chelsea replied, tentatively licking her two middle fingers, looking at them for a moment, sniffing at the glistening fluids… and then eagerly sucking the fingers into her mouth.

There was more that night, although we never did go ‘all the way’. I had a plan for that. I wanted it to be when we were all together, my mother and my sisters and me, I mean, along with Chelsea and Dana.

But the three of us hugged and kissed and cuddled and played with each other’s naked bodies for another hour or so, until it was clear that Chelsea was starting to get sleepy. By then, it really was well past her bedtime. So, we turned out the light and nestled snugly together, the darling little girl between me and her mom.

I slept very happily.

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