Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

The next morning was kind of weird.

I woke up first, at a little before 8:00. Dana and Chelsea were both still snoozing, curled up together, facing each other. I needed to pee, and when I returned from Dana’s bathroom, they were gone.

After slipping into my panties and skirt and blouse, which I’d left on the floor, I went to find them. They were in Chelsea’s room. The little girl was sitting on her bed, tugging a tight t-shirt over her head. She was already wearing a pair of shorts. Her mom was sitting beside her, in a faded blue terry cloth robe.

“Good morning,” smiled Dana.

“Good morning,” I replied.

I stood at the door and watched as Dana helped Chelsea pull the t-shirt on. Then they got up and came toward me, holding hands. “Good morning, Miss Julie,” Chelsea grinned.

“Hi, honey.” I smiled, leaning down to give her a kiss.

“Are you hungry?” Dana asked.

“Yeah, I guess.” I followed them out to the kitchen.

“All we have is Cheerios, I think. Is that okay?”

“Sure, it’s fine, of course. I like Cheerios.”

We sat at their beat-up dinette table and ate cold cereal, chatting casually. Dana made toast for us too, and we had orange juice.

What surprised me, though, was that they both behaved as if nothing at all had happened between us the night before. Or maybe they were acting like nothing unusual had taken place — as though it was perfectly normal for the 12-year-old babysitter to be naked in bed with them, helping the 7-year-old child masturbate her mother!

Anyway, that’s how it was. As we finished our breakfast, I said, “Um, I’m supposed to call my mom and tell her what my plans are.”

“All right,” Dana nodded. “Let’s see, I have to take Chelsea to her dance class at 11:00, so if you want, we can drop you off then. Is that okay?”

“Sure.” I took my dishes over to the sink, noticing that they didn’t have a dishwasher in the apartment. I helped Dana wash and put away the dishes, and then I called my mother. She asked to speak to Dana and suggested that they come to our place at about 5:30 that night for dinner and the sleepover.

* * *

We had our dinner outside again, on the back patio. Mommy didn’t want to cook, so she’d ordered a variety of sandwiches from the deli near us. Everyone enjoyed them.

It was another beautiful spring evening. I played with Chelsea and Molly and Kate on the swing set for a while after we finished eating, and when it got dark, we went inside.

It was about 8:00 o’clock. Our mother told us she had a video she thought we might like to watch. She didn’t say it was a movie, so I wasn’t sure what she was going to show us. Certainly it couldn’t be porn — could it??

She went to the kitchen, returning shortly with glasses of wine for herself and Dana, and then put a DVD into the player. We all snuggled up on the sofa, Kate on one end with Mommy beside her, Molly sitting on her lap. Then came me, and then Dana, holding Chelsea on her lap.

The video came on. Actually it was a series of short videos called Candydoll.tv, something I had never seen before. We sat and watched as one after another, beautiful young models, lovely girls who seemed to be only about 9 or 10 years old, came on the screen. They all wore revealing outfits, like bikinis or leotards. The girls smiled and posed, showing off their smooth pre-pubescent bodies, as seductive music played in the background.

Nobody spoke. My mom and Dana occasionally sipped their wine. I was becoming extremely aroused, seeing all those sexy girls on our big-screen TV. It was especially exciting to know that 8-year-old Molly and 7-year-old Chelsea were watching the titillating display along with us. I squeezed my thighs together, making my pussy tingle. I could tell that I was getting very wet.

After about twenty minutes, as the third or fourth girl was doing her thing, I noticed Mommy slowly slide her hand up inside Molly’s shirt. She started playing with her nipples. Dana saw what she was doing. She followed the example, playing with her own daughter’s nipples under her little t-shirt.

In another ten minutes or so, the video ended. The screen went dark. My mother asked, “Did you like that?”

“Yeah, it was totally hot!” Kate answered immediately.

“Very, very nice,” agreed Dana. Then she asked Chelsea, “What did you think, honey?”

“They were really pretty,” said the child.

“Good,” Mommy smiled. “I thought that might put us in the mood for a game I want to play, sort of a party game.”

She got up, sliding Molly off her lap, and went over to a cabinet next to the TV. Opening the door, she removed three large plastic bowls from within the cabinet and placed them on the coffee table in front of us. The bowls were labeled MY, WITH, and HER. Inside each bowl were folded slips of paper. I frowned, trying to figure out what sort of game this could be. But whatever it was, I was pretty sure it would be sexy!

“Okay, now, to play this game, the first thing we have to do,” my mother said, “is take off our clothes. We all have to get naked.”

“We do?” Kate asked, her eyes wide.

“Sure,” Mommy nodded. “Come on, everyone up and take off your clothes!”

She began by pulling her knit top over her head. Underneath she was wearing a lacy red bra that pushed up her beautiful breasts. My mouth started to water as I looked at her. I slowly stood and started to unbutton my blouse.

“Ooh, goodie, this’ll be fun,” laughed Dana.

She and Chelsea got up, both giggling as they began to undress. Kate stood up too, shaking her head but grinning as she unzipped her jeans and pushed them down.

In a minute, we were all naked, four young girls and two grown women. One of the women, of course, looked just like a girl. Dana was smaller in size than either me or Kate. With her tiny boobs and her shaved pussy, she could almost pass for a pre-teen, like us. My mother licked her lips as she stared at Dana, seeing her nude for the first time.

“So, here’s how it works,” Mommy told us. “When it’s your turn, you take a piece of paper out of this bowl labeled ‘MY’.” She took a slip from the bowl and opened it.

“You read out loud what it says.” She looked at the paper, and read, “Nose.” She giggled, “Okay, that means my nose.” Then she reached into the bowl labeled WITH and took out another slip. She opened it and read, “Julie.”

Instantly I blushed. I had no idea yet what the game was, and I was actually quite excited to play it, whatever it turned out to be, but I blushed at having my name chosen first.

My mother reached into the third bowl, the one labeled HER. She opened a slip of paper and read, “Foot.” That made her laugh out loud.

“Okay, so it’s my nose, on Julie’s foot,” she continued. “See? Whatever body part you get — it could be hand, or nose, or mouth, or something else — but whatever it is, you have to rub that part of your body on her body, on the person whose name you chose. And then it’s her turn after that. Get it?”

We all nodded, giggling. It seemed simple enough, but of course the interesting thing to consider was what other body parts might be written on those slips of paper, and what sort of combinations we might end up with.

Anyway, my mom got down on her hands and knees, naked, and vigorously rubbed her nose on my foot. Everyone laughed hysterically.

Then it was my turn. The three slips of paper I got said ‘Hand’, meaning my hand, plus ‘Dana’, and ‘Bottom’. I had to rub my hand on Dana’s bottom! I would do that gladly!

The pretty blonde mom giggled as she turned around, facing away from me, sticking out her rear end. She peeked over her shoulder, flashing me that 500-watt smile. I put my hand on her small, perfect bottom, squeezing it, rubbing it, almost but not quite letting my fingers slip down inside the crack. That would come later, I hoped.

Dana chose next. She got ‘Nose’, ‘Kate’, and ‘Nipple’!

Wow! What a great game this was! We all watched, laughing, having fun, but also getting turned on as Dana nuzzled Kate’s breasts, rubbing her nose all over my sister’s erect nipples.

After that it was Katie’s turn. Her first slip of paper said ‘Mouth’, the second said ‘Julie‘ — hurray! — and the third also said ‘Mouth’. Her mouth on my mouth. Nice!

We stood naked, giggling as we looked into each other’s eyes. Then we brought our mouths together. We kissed wetly, using our tongues.

“Wow,” I heard Dana sigh. She hadn’t seen us kiss that way before.

I was next. Out of the three bowls, I got ‘Bottom’, ‘Molly’, and ‘Bottom’. Everyone laughed as my baby sister and I turned around, putting our butts together, rubbing them back and forth.

“When is it my turn?” Chelsea asked, hopping excitedly up and down.

“When someone picks your name out of the bowl, honey. Don’t worry, it’ll be soon,” her mother assured her.

“Okay.”

Little blonde Molly reached a hand into the first bowl, the one labeled MY. She selected a slip of paper and opened it. Her eyes went wide, and then she shouted, “Pussy!” The second paper she chose said ‘Suzanne’, and the third said ‘Nose’.

Molly frowned, looking confused. “What does it mean, Mommy?”

“It means you rub your pussy on my nose,” our mother answered. Then she got down on the floor, positioning her face in front of her youngest daughter’s crotch. She closed her eyes and waited.

“Oh, man,” breathed Kate. I took her hand. For all her customary boldness, sometimes these racy new adventures could intimidate my sister somewhat. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and squeezed her hand.

Taking a step forward, Molly brought her vulva right up to Mommy’s nose. And what she did next surprised me. Before rubbing her pussy on her mom’s face, she used the fingers of one hand to spread her lips apart and put the other hand behind Mommy’s head, pulling her in. It really was a sexual act we were watching!

Our mother kept her eyes closed and her mouth closed too, but moved her face all around, nuzzling inside Molly’s pussy lips. This went on for several seconds, both participants obviously enjoying it very much.

When Molly finally stepped away, Mommy opened her eyes, grinning widely. The end of her nose was wet with my little sister’s pussy juice.

It was Mommy’s turn next. She stood and took a slip of paper from the first bowl. “Nipple,” she announced, chuckling. After taking a piece of paper from the second bowl, she hesitated, then said, “Chelsea.” I glanced at the paper before she put it back and saw that it actually read ‘Kate’. It was nice of her, I thought, to make sure the little girl got a turn.

The third slip of paper said ‘Hand’. Mommy turned to the youngster. “Okay, cutie, I have to rub my nipple on your hand. Is that all right?”

“Sure!” Chelsea nodded, beaming. She held out her right hand.

My mother bent down, taking the child’s hand in hers. She placed it over her breast. Covering Chelsea’s small hand with both of her hands, Mommy squeezed, pinching her erect nipple between the girl’s fingers. “Mmm, that’s nice,” she sighed. “Do you want to do the other one too?”

“Yes, please,” Chelsea answered.

Mommy leaned in to give her a quick kiss on the lips, then moved the hand to her other breast, repeating the action of fondling and squeezing her hard nipple.

Now it was Chelsea’s turn. She got ‘Hand’, ‘Julie’, and ‘Pussy’. Oh my gosh!

I sat down on the sofa, spreading my legs apart. I looked at the little girl’s pretty face, smiling at her. She returned my smile, looked down at her hand, then at my exposed pussy, and giggled. But she didn’t make a move.

“Go on, honey,” Dana encouraged. “This is part of the game.”

“Okay.” Chelsea swallowed and knelt between my legs. I opened my pussy lips with my fingers. I wanted her to rub inside. She did. She put her fingers between my lips, where I was very wet and slippery. She rubbed up and down. I closed my eyes. God, it felt so nice. I wanted it to go on forever!

But after a few seconds more, Chelsea took her fingers away and stood up again. I opened my eyes just in time to see her take the fingers into her mouth, tasting my pussy juice.

The game went on for another half hour or so. Next I got ‘Mouth’, ‘Kate’, and ‘Hand’, which was amusing. Kate chose ‘Nose’, ‘Kate’, and ‘Foot’, which was hilarious because it meant she had to rub her nose on her own foot. Then she got ‘Mouth’, ‘Dana’, and ‘Bottom’. We really enjoyed watching that.

Dana chose next. She got ‘Nipple’, ‘Suzanne’, and ‘Pussy’! Wow!!

Four naked girls stood and watched as their moms got on the sofa, our mother leaning back and spreading her legs wide, Dana climbing on top of her, rubbing her long stiff nipples, each of them, up and down inside Mommy’s wet pussy. Mmm, that was so exciting to see.

Then it was Mommy’s turn. She got ‘Pussy’, ‘Chelsea’, and ‘Mouth’! I was watching closely as she chose, and this time that really was what the slips of paper said. She was so lucky!

Before going ahead, my mom asked Dana if it was all right.

“Sure, it’s fine with me,” the woman said. Then she turned to her daughter, “What do you think, honey? Is it all right if Miss Suzanne rubs her cootchie on your mouth, for the game?”

“Yeah, it’s okay,” Chelsea nodded, looking at my mother’s crotch. “I want her to.”

“All right, little girl, get down on your knees,” Mommy said.

Chelsea obeyed, and our mother moved up close to her. Taking the child’s head in her hands, she drew it in, pressing the girl’s mouth firmly against her pussy lips. Chelsea’s eyes were closed, and I think her mouth was closed too — although you couldn’t really tell, since her face was buried between our mother’s swollen labia. Mommy rocked her pelvis back and forth a few times, moaning in pleasure as she rubbed her cunt against the little girl’s mouth.

Finally she stepped back, sighing heavily, taking her own breasts into her hands and pinching the nipples. “Thank you, sweetie,” she said, her voice quavering a bit. “It’s your turn now.”

Chelsea got ‘Hand’, ‘Molly’, and ‘Nipple’, which was fun to see, and then Molly got ‘Foot’, ‘Kate’, and ‘Mouth’. We all had a good laugh about that, releasing some of the sexual tension that was building up. But right after that, Kate got ‘Mouth’, ‘Molly’, and ‘Pussy’! Things heated up again as we watched her kneel in front of Molly, giving her sister’s sweet pussy several deep wet kisses.

Molly chose ‘Hand’, ‘Dana’, and ‘Nipple’ — which was nice — and then Dana chose ‘Pussy’, ‘Julie’, and ‘Hand’ — which was even nicer! — and my turn was next. I selected ‘Mouth’, ‘Suzanne’, and ‘Mouth’, meaning I would get to kiss my mom. Yummy!

We stood together, putting our arms around each other. I looked up into her beautiful blue eyes. “I love you, Mommy,” I said.

“I love you, darling girl.” She pulled me to her, and we kissed, our lips apart, our tongues eagerly exploring. We kissed that way for maybe a minute, pressing our bodies together, orally sharing our love.

When at last we finished, Dana sighed, “Wow…”

I glanced over at her and saw that she was rubbing her pussy. Mommy smiled at me, giving me one more quick kiss on the lips before letting me go. Then she said, “Okay, it’s getting late. Almost time for these little girls to get to bed.”

“Oh, Mommy, do we have to?” Molly complained.

“Yes, but first we’ll play one more turn of the game. And remember, it’s a sleepover tonight, with all four of you girls sharing one bed. Won’t that be fun?”

Earlier, my mother and I had decided that the slumber party would take place in my room, since I had a double bed that could fit all of us. A tight fit, perhaps, but that would be part of the fun.

“And since I chose first,” she continued, “I will choose last. But we’ll all play this time, for the last turn. Okay?”

Without waiting for us to answer, she dug her hand into the bowls, pulling out several slips of paper. She pretended to look at them, and then announced, “I have ‘Chelsea’, ‘Pussy’, ‘Dana’, I have ‘Kate’, ‘Pussy’, ‘Julie’, and I have ‘Molly’, ‘Pussy’, ‘Suzanne’. We’ll do all three of these turns at once. So, Dana and Julie, you sit down here with me.”

She sat on the sofa, pulling us down next to her, one on each side. “Kate, you get on Julie, pussy to pussy, and little Chelsea, hon, you get on your mommy. Rub your pussy on hers. Molly, baby, you come here and get on top of me. Rub your hot little pussy on mine. That’s how we’ll finish the game.”

We all did as we were told, and oh, how very nice it was! Kate climbed on me, twining her legs between mine, scissors style. She put her arms around me and we kissed as she rubbed her pussy against mine. Her tongue was in my mouth, her lips caressing mine, her juicy pussy sliding up and down over my wet pussy.

My sister Molly was on top of Mommy, her tender white body enfolded in our mother’s arms. With their pussies meeting up, that put Molly’s head at about the level of Mommy’s tits. So, naturally enough, Molly took a nipple into her mouth and began sucking.

I didn’t actually see all this, because I was too busy at the time being kissed and fucked by Kate, but Mommy told me that on the other side of them, Chelsea watched what Molly did, and then decided to follow her lead. She put her little pussy over her mom’s and her mouth over Dana’s nipple. She sucked and they fucked.

None of us reached orgasm that way, at least not just then. We held each other tightly, the little girl’s sucking their mom’s nipples, Katie and I kissing, all of us moaning and groaning excitedly, naked bodies sliding together in incestuous lesbian passion… but the angles weren’t quite right, or something. After a long while, I heard Mommy whisper, “Mmm, okay, time for bed now, everyone.”

Reluctantly, I broke off the kiss with my sexy sister. I wasn’t really upset, though, because I knew there would be much more to ‘come’ (ha-ha) that night in my bed.

And there was.

We walked upstairs, still naked, carrying our clothes. Mommy and Dana came into my room with us, giving all four girls nice, loving, wet kisses, and then they said goodnight and proceeded down the hall to our mother’s bedroom, where they would have their own sensual slumber party.

I made sure that Chelsea and Molly brushed their teeth (Kate didn’t need to be told), we each used the toilet, and then we got in bed. The younger girls were in the middle, with Kate and I on either side. I switched off the bedside lamp. It was dark inside the room. We cuddled together, the little girls giggling.

“Do you guys wanna kiss and stuff?” I asked. “Or would you rather just go to sleep now?”

That made them laugh. Of course they didn’t want to go to sleep!

So, I started touching them, my hands sliding over their soft, warm skin in the dark… feeling their flat chests, the raised bumps of their nipples, their silky thighs… and between those thighs, their smooth, puffy labia, completely hairless, with a tempting cleft that just drew my fingers in.

I met my sister Kate’s fingers there, too. She was enjoying the feel of their young bodies as much as I was. Together we caressed and fondled the two little girls between us. Our hands went everywhere. Our mouths kissed their lips, their necks, their chests, their tiny nipples. In my bed, in the dark, we pushed back the covers and sprawled on each other, four young girls in a pile of lesbian lust.

There was no way I could keep track of all that happened after that, keep it all straight. You know how I am, how I try so hard to remember things and take good notes — but this was almost like being in a dream, a fever dream of impressions, sensations, overlapping images, with a mouth here, a leg there, a nipple, a hairless pussy, fingers going in, lips kissing, a sigh, a moan, a deep groan, something wet touching my face…

Is that a finger? A nipple? A pair of youthful pussy lips? It doesn’t matter. I open my mouth and take it in. I suck whatever it is, suck and kiss and lick. I let my fingers roam and explore, entering into holes, whatever holes they can find. I don’t know who or what I am touching, whose little holes I am exploring, whose mouths are sucking my nipples, kissing my pussy, licking my clit, whose legs those are around my head, whose tongue is inside my cunt, who it is probing my ass, biting my nipple, making me come!

And I did come. I came again and again. They did too, and although I can’t say for certain who came how many times, I’m pretty sure that all four of us had orgasms, probably several of them.

It was a night I will always remember, an orgy of underage lesbian sex, with four girls from 7 to 12 years old giving and receiving the most intense pleasure that it is possible to experience. At last, after countless climaxes, our naked bodies drenched in sweat, saliva, and sexual secretions, we mutually and silently agreed that it was enough, that we were sated, spent, complete. I feel asleep with a girl on my left, a girl on my right, and another girl somewhere too, all of us close, hugging, breathing softly, dreaming of warm feminine skin, of kisses, and caresses…

* * *

The alarm on my clock radio went off, waking me. Groggily, I raised my head, looking at the illuminated numbers. It was 7:15. I sat up, shutting off the alarm. Stretching, I looked at the other three girls. They were all still sleeping soundly.

I listened for a moment. The house was silent. No one else was up.

Good, that was what I wanted. I had a plan for that morning, something I had been looking forward to for several weeks. It was Sunday, May 9, 2010.

It was Mother’s Day!

I got out of bed and went around to the other side, where Kate was softly snoring. I shook her awake. “Katie…”

“Mmff… what…?” she groaned.

“Come on, it’s time to get up,” I whispered. “We have to do the surprise.”

“What time is it?”

“It’s 7:15, like we planned.”

“That’s too early,” she yawned. “Wake me later.”

She tried to turn over, to get away from me, but I wouldn’t let her. “No, come on,” I giggled, “you have to get up and help me.”

I started tickling my sister, on each side of her tummy. That always works. Soon she was laughing almost uncontrollably. “Shh, don’t wake the little ones,” I said.

Kate got up and we went downstairs. We were both naked. We got to work.

* * *

A little less than an hour later, everything was ready. It was still quiet upstairs, I was relieved to hear.

The next step was to wake Molly and Chelsea. I waited in the hall outside my mother’s room, listening to make sure they weren’t up yet, while Kate went in and awakened the little girls. I inhaled the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the enticing scent of cinnamon rolls baking in the oven, almost done.

Kate came out of my room, the younger ones right behind her. All three were naked. Kate was holding the sign we’d made. She brought it over and we taped it to the wall, where Mommy couldn’t help but see it when she opened her bedroom door.

In bold, brightly colored letters, the profusely decorated sign read:

At first glance, you might have thought the sign said ‘eat with us’, but of course it didn’t.

After making sure the sign was just where we wanted it, we tiptoed to the end of the hall and down the stairs, all four of us stifling giggles. We went into the dining room, where Kate started getting the young ones arranged while I went to the kitchen and took the cinnamon rolls out of the oven. I poured two cups of coffee, placing the mugs on the table. Checking to make sure everyone was in place, I went back to the foot of the stairs.

“Mommy!” I called, banging on a pan with a wooden spoon. “Mommy! Dana! Time to get up!”

“Mommy! Get up!” The other three girls shouted from the dining room. We yelled and I banged the pan until I heard the door open upstairs.

“All right, already!” I heard my mother call.

Laughing, I ran back to the dining room. I knew it would take them a minute to read the sign, perhaps use the bathroom or put on robes, and then come down and see what was going on. That should give us plenty of time, but I wanted to make sure the surprise was completely ready.

It was.

Half a minute later, we heard them coming down the stairs. They were laughing together, commenting on our sign.

“We’re in here!” Molly called. Chelsea joined the chorus. “We’re in here!!”

Arm in arm, the two women came through the passage from the family room into the dining room. Then they stopped and stared, jaws dropping, mouths gaping, eyes wide at what they beheld.

“Happy Mother’s Day!” we cried in unison.

And you can just imagine what they saw!!!

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