Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

I woke up around 9:30 the next morning, took a quick shower, put on a pair of boxers and an old t-shirt, then puttered around in my room for a while before going downstairs to get something to eat. When I came into the kitchen I found my mom drinking coffee with…… Katrina!!

They were sitting at the breakfast table along with Molly, who was eating a bowl of Fruity Pebbles. Katrina was wearing a pair of my mom’s running shorts and a loose yellow tank top. She was barefoot, and it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra, so I had to conclude that she’d spent the night.

Wow! I was really surprised, but I tried to be nonchalant about it.

My mother, who was wearing a nice silk robe, introduced me to Katrina — or pretended to introduce me, since I’d met her the night before in my mom’s bed. I sat down with them at the table, trying to digest this new information.

Did it mean my mom had a girlfriend now? Did it mean Katrina was going to be her permanent or at least semi-permanent lover? I wasn’t sure yet how I would feel about that. The woman seemed nice enough, although I hadn’t got to know her much other than sexually.

But if there was going to be someone new and special in my mother’s life, I worried that she might then have less time to spend with me, and I was afraid that would make me jealous.

While I was pondering all this, my mom got up from the table, brought me a glass of orange juice, and kissed the top of my head. “Are you hungry, sweetie? Want me to make you something? Pancakes, french toast, eggs, you name it.”

I smiled at her as she ruffled my hair. “Thanks, Mom, I think I’ll just have some cereal, and maybe, um, a piece of toast.”

“Okay, pick out whatever cereal you want and I’ll fix your toast.”

Katrina looked kind of tired — I had no idea how long they’d stayed up after I went to bed — but she really was very pretty. She’d put on some fresh makeup and her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She had the most beautiful skin, and I just loved her blue eyes. They were almost, like, aqua or something.

She noticed me staring at her eyes and smiled. “How old are you, Julie?” That was funny, because I had told her my age the night before.

“I’m 12,” I said. She winked at me as though we were sharing a private joke. I winked back at her.

A few minutes later, as I was working on my second piece of toast, Kate came into the kitchen. She stopped when she saw a stranger there.

“Good morning, precious,” said my mom, giving Kate a kiss on the cheek. “Do you want something to eat? Oh, wait, let me introduce you. Kate, this is Katrina. Katrina, my daughter Kate. She’s 10.”

“Hello, Kate,” said Katrina, cheerfully.

“Um, hi,” mumbled Kate.

“Sit down, sweetie, and let me get you a glass of juice,” my mom told her. Molly had already finished eating and had gone up to play in her room, so Kate took the chair she’d been in.

As she sat down, my sister caught my eye, raised her eyebrows and nodded slightly toward my mother. I gave her a little smile, as if to say, ‘Yep, you were right about her’.

My mom kept offering to cook something for us, but nobody wanted anything special. Kate had cereal, and Katrina just drank coffee. We chatted pleasantly, though not about anything important.

When I was finished, I got up to go to my room and put on some nicer clothes. As I was buttoning my favorite pink blouse, which I was wearing with a new pair of jeans, my mother knocked on the door and came into my room. She sat on my bed, crossing her legs. The silk robe came open, revealing her long, beautiful legs.

She may have been my mother, but she was also a very sexy woman, and I often felt myself becoming aroused when I looked at her body. She saw me staring at her legs and smiled.

“Did you sleep okay last night, baby?”

“Yeah, great.”

“And did you have a nice time before then?”

“Really nice.” I’d finished buttoning my blouse, so I sat on the bed beside my mother. I put my hand on her bare thigh and rested my head on her shoulder. I loved her very much, and I wanted her very much.

“Katrina’s getting ready to leave,” she told me. “She taking a shower first, in my bathroom. Do you think you like her?”

“I guess. I don’t really know her very well, though.”

“No, I suppose you don’t.” She stood up, taking my hand. “Why don’t you come with me to my room, and maybe you’ll have a chance to talk a little more with her before she goes.”

When we entered my mom’s bedroom, Katrina was just coming out of the bathroom. She was naked, with a towel wrapped around her hair. She looked stunning. Her breasts were almost unbelievably perfect, full and round with pointed nipples, her legs long, slender, and smooth. Her pussy was completely shaved, pink and inviting.

If I had been excited by looking at my mother’s legs a few minutes earlier, now I was even more excited. Was it possible, I hoped, that we could have sex again right now, the three of us, even though my sisters were both awake? I seriously doubted that would happen, but I could still feel myself getting wet.

“Ah, that’s a lot better,” said Katrina, as she took the towel off her head, shaking her hair out. It was only wet on the ends, so apparently she hadn’t shampooed it. “Very refreshing.”

She picked up a pair of silky white tap pants and stepped into them. Then she began putting on a strapless white bra. She turned to me, “Will you do this up for me, honey?”

“Sure.”

I went to her and hooked the bra behind her back. She smelled clean and sexy. Her perfume was something exotic, like the scent of a tropical island.

As she sat down to pull on a pair of white pumps, she said, “Julie, do you know that when I was a little girl, younger than you, my mother used to get in bed with me every night and play with me?”

I wasn’t sure what to say, so I didn’t say anything.

“She did. My sweet mommy would come in at night and get in my bed and she would put her hands on me and kiss me and play with me. She taught me how a woman likes to be touched. She showed me how to lick her nipples and how to put my fingers in her pussy and everything.”

She took my hand and looked into my eyes, “Does your mommy get in bed with you at night sometimes and play with you?”

I glanced again at my mother and she nodded that it was okay for me to answer honestly.

“Yeah, she does. It’s, um, it’s nice,” I blushed.

“Yes, it is, of course it is,” Katrina said. “Mommies should love their little girls. But you’re 12 already, right? Do you know how old I was when my mom first got in my bed at night and started playing with me?”

I shook my head.

“I was 7 years old,” she said. “I was 7.”

That surprised me. I briefly tried to imagine my mother getting in bed with Molly, who’d just turned 8. And it surprised me even more when that mental image made my pussy start to tingle.

“From when I was 7 until I was almost 16,” the woman continued, “my mom used to come to my room almost every night. Later I got stupid and told her I wanted her to stop. But now she’s gone and I don’t have a mommy to love me any more.”

I thought she might start to cry.

“And I don’t have a sweet little girl to play with, either, like your mommy does.”

Sighing deeply, Katrina stood and went to my mother’s vanity. Dressed only in the tap panties, bra, and high heels, she looked incredibly seductive. She pulled a brush through her hair a few times and checked her makeup in the mirror, then put on some dangly earrings.

“You’re very pretty, Julie. I like you,” she said.

“Um, I like you too.”

“Would it be all right if I got together with your mother again, and then maybe you can play with us some more, like last night?”

“Sure, anytime.”

Katrina turned to me and smiled. “I like being around little girls, especially very pretty and sexy girls like you.”

Walking to my mother’s closet, she took a pale pink dress from a hanger. It was strapless and lacy, very girly. She unzipped the dress and stepped into it, then asked me to zip it up in the back.

After checking her face in the mirror one more time, she gave me a long kiss, using lots of tongue. She kissed my mother, too, the same way, and then we left the room.

Katrina stopped by Molly’s bedroom to say goodbye. My baby sister got up from the floor where she was playing with her Barbies and gave the woman a big hug.

“Come and see me again real soon, okay?” Molly said, wrapping her arms around the woman’s waist. I thought that was strange since they had seen each other only briefly at breakfast. But then Molly was a happy and loving child, so maybe that explained it.

The young blonde kissed her on the head. “I promise I will.”

We went downstairs to the family room, where my other sister was watching TV.

“Bye, Kate, it was nice to meet you,” called Katrina, waving.

“Bye,” said Kate.

At the front door, my mother and Katrina kissed one more time, and then she was gone. Closing the door, my mom turned to me with a big smile. She seemed very happy.

Mom took Kate out to lunch a little later, and then they went shopping for clothes together. Kate got a nice new jacket and a couple of shirts. My mom bought herself a gorgeous white dress, very short and sexy. She tried it on for us when they got home, and we all told her she looked fantastic in it. Kate modeled her jacket and shirts too, and Molly and I agreed that they looked really cute on her.

Taking Kate out for lunch and shopping that day, just the two of them, was the kind of thing my mother often did with us, and still does. She treats each of her daughters as if we are unique and special, which to her we are without any doubt. I loved her for it when I was younger and now that I’m getting older (practically 18!), I’m amazed at how committed she has always been to us, making each of us know how much we are cherished and valued.

Anyway, that afternoon around 4:30, my mom came to my room. I was putting away some clean clothes that I’d just washed (when we turned 10, each of us were taught to do our own laundry).

“Hey sweetie,” she said, sitting on my bed. “Last night I promised that you and I could spend some time together today. So, how about if we go out for a little while now. We can go downtown and walk around a little — it’s really nice out — and then we’ll have dinner someplace together. Okay?”

“That sounds great, Mom. Do you have someone coming over to watch Kate and Molly?”

“No, I think Kate’s old enough now that she can take care of Molly for a little while. We should be back by 8:00 or so.”

“Okay, cool.”

My mother went to her room and put on the dress she’d just bought, matching it with a green belt and a gray suit jacket. She looked sensational.

Inspired by her outfit, I dashed up to my own room to change from my jeans and blouse into a short skirt and a tight sleeveless top along with a little cardigan sweater. When I came downstairs and my mom saw me, she said I absolutely had to be the prettiest 12-year-old girl in the whole world. That made me feel great!

My mother was right, it was a really nice fall day, sunny and still fairly warm. I’d been doing chores and hadn’t been outside yet.

We drove downtown and parked, then walked around for a while, holding hands. It felt so nice to me, as if we were lovers.

When my mom noticed a blonde woman in a short dress and heels sitting on a bench, showing lots of leg, she stopped and said, “Julie, check that out. Not bad, huh?”

“Wow, yeah, you’re right,” I agreed. “Not bad. Except…”

“Except what?”

“Well, um, how old do you think she is?”

“It’s hard to tell from here, but I would guess around 28 or so. Maybe a little older.”

“Yeah. See, I think what I like to look at more is younger girls, you know, teenagers and stuff.”

“So, you’re not interested in old babes like me, right?”

“No, Mommy, not you!” I squeezed her hand. “I think you’re prettier and more beautiful than any of them. I really do!”

“Oh, that’s sweet, honey.” She wrapped her arm around my shoulder and gave me a hug, kissing me on the forehead. I put my arm around her waist as we started walking again.

Not much further along we saw a younger girl, maybe 18 or 20, wearing really short denim shorts with sandals and a red top. She had nice legs.

“How about her, is she more your type?” asked my mom.

“Yeah, she is. I like her legs. Her skin looks really nice too.”

“Yes, it does.”

“That’s one of the things I like about Katrina, her skin I mean,” I told her. “It’s just so smooth and beautiful. And her legs are great. Well, everything about her. She’s really good looking.”

“She sure is, and she’s an amazing lover too,” commented my mother.

We walked some more, holding hands again, and then I said, “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course you can, honey. You can ask me anything.”

“Well, um, when you say someone is a good lover or not a good lover, what does that mean? What is it they do different? I’m just curious.”

She squeezed my hand. “That’s a good question. It’s a little hard to define, I suppose. But maybe for me what it means is that someone takes the time to find out what pleases her partner the most. She pays attention to how her lover is responding to what she’s doing. She is just as interested in giving pleasure as in getting it. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, it does.” I thought for a few minutes, and then I added, quietly, “I hope I’ll be a good lover someday.”

My mom stopped walking and gave me a big hug. She kissed my cheek. “Oh, sweetie, I know you will be. Already you’re such a kind and considerate and thoughtful person. That’s what makes the difference. You will be a wonderful lover, I promise you.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

As we started walking again, mother asked, “Are you getting hungry yet?”

“Yeah, a little,” I told her.

“Okay, I know a nice little place not far from here. It’s just around the corner from my office.”

We slowed down when we spotted a young woman wearing an extremely short red dress, or a jumper or something. She was talking on her cell phone. She had great legs and you could see everything, I mean all of her legs, practically up to the crotch.

My mother changed our path so we would pass near her as we crossed the street, and I got a nice look at her.

When we got to the restaurant, the owner greeted us. Apparently, he knew my mother. They were busy, but he told us he would make sure we got a table as quickly as possible.

I didn’t mind waiting because it gave me (and my mom) a chance to check out the other people who were waiting.

I immediately pointed out a very pretty young woman, in her early twenties, I guessed, who was sitting in a chair. She was wearing kind of a knit dress, and it was really short, showing off her gorgeous legs.

“Mom, how about that one right there?”

“Mmm, very nice, Julie. I could really go for some of that.”

“Me too,” I agreed.

My mother giggled when I said that and tickled my tummy. That made me start laughing too.

“Look at you,” she said, “only 12 years old, and here you are out in public talking about wanting to have sex with the women you see.”

“Guess who I learned it from,” I teased.

“I know, you’re right,” she grinned. “Hey, look over there. I see another one you might like.”

My mom indicated a slender brunette wearing a very short black dress with see-through lace sleeves. She also had great legs.

Just then the owner came over and told us there was a table ready for us. I was pleased that the way he led us went right past the woman in the black dress. And actually, as we got closer, I could see that she was really more of a girl than a woman, maybe only 17 or 18 years old. She was really sexy.

Unfortunately the table he gave us was not anywhere close to that girl, and the other diners near us weren’t anything special to look at either. But where we were seated was a quiet spot, sort of private and exclusive. My mother must have had some kind of influence, I gathered.

We ordered our dinners and our drinks (my mom had wine, I had ginger ale), and then she sat back in her chair and looked at me. “So, you like your girls to be young, huh?”

I smiled, blushing, “Yeah, I guess.”

“Just how young do you like them?”

“I don’t know, like I said before, teenagers. You know, or maybe, like, kind of around my age.” I looked down, feeling a bit ashamed for some reason.

My mother reached over and took my hand, squeezing it. “Honey, I don’t want you to be embarrassed or to feel there’s anything wrong about being turned on by little girls your own age. That’s perfectly normal.”

“It is?”

“Of course it is. It’s natural, when you start having sexual feelings, to be interested at first in those who are around the same age as you. In fact, the truth is that there are plenty of adults who are interested in girls your age too. You must have noticed when we were walking earlier that a lot of the pretty women — and the men too, although, I know that doesn’t matter to you — were looking at you.”

“They were?”

“Yes, they were. Maybe you don’t actually notice it yet, but if you are an attractive girl, and you are very attractive, Julie, you will get a lot of looks from both men and women. It doesn’t matter that you’re only 12.”

I thought for a minute, and then I said, “So, it’s okay for me to look at girls who are like, um, 12 or 11 or maybe even 10, and, and, you know, to… to think about them?”

She squeezed my hand more tightly. “You mean to have sexual fantasies about them?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, blushing again. She’d said I shouldn’t be embarrassed about it, but that was hard.

“Yes, it’s fine, honey. Your fantasies are your business and no one else’s. And you might be surprised to find how common it is for, well, for lots of people to have fantasies about girls who are your age, or even younger. When you and I play our game with the women I bring home, or when we’ve had fun with girls like Kim from Sea World, or Melissa and Tracy from Victoria’s Secret, you’ve seen how excited they get from being close to you or watching you when you’re naked and touching yourself.”

Thinking about that made me smile. It made my nipples get hard too.

I wasn’t wearing a bra, so I lifted my hand as if to push some hair from my face, and brushed my arm over my nipple on the way up and back. That felt really nice. Then I remembered that when we were walking before, my nipples had been hard too — even though it was a nice day, the fall air was cool enough to make them stiff — and that might have been part of the reason I’d been getting some looks.

My mother smiled at me and looked down at my nipples. “You’re a very attractive girl, Julie, and very sexy.”

Now my nipples were really hard, and my pussy was getting wet too. I loved it that my mom thought I was sexy.

She looked at me a moment longer, her gaze going from my face, to my nipples, then back to my face, and to my mouth. She licked her lips. I thought for a second she might try to kiss me, even though we were in a public place, in a restaurant… but just then the waiter brought our food.

As we were eating, she asked, “What did you think about what Katrina told you this morning?”

“About, um, you mean that stuff with her mother and everything?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I don’t know. But it seemed to kind of make her sad.”

“Yes, it did. But when she told you that her mother got in bed with her starting when she was only 7, and taught her how to please a woman sexually, what did you think about that? Do you think it was wrong of her mother?”

“I don’t know.” Then I smiled. “But, honestly? I thought it was kind of exciting to hear about it.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, I…” I was going to tell her that I’d briefly imagined her getting in bed with Molly and that was what especially aroused me, but then I changed my mind. “I think it’s okay, I guess. I mean, if the mommy really loves her little girl and everything.”

My mother put her hand under the table and touched my leg. My skirt was short, and she slid her hand gently up my thigh and caressed it. I felt my pussy getting wet again.

“Mommy, you’re getting me all excited,” I whispered anxiously.

She gave my leg a little squeeze, then took her hand away. “I know, I can’t help it. You’re just so cute, and when I look at you, I…” Now she was blushing.

She cleared her throat and went back to eating her dinner. After a couple of minutes, she said, “You know how when you and I are with someone, in bed, and I’m making love with them, sometimes they’ll ask if they can kiss you or touch you, and then you know what I always say, right?”

“Kissing is okay, but no touching.”

“Exactly. Well, Julie, that rule is not only for the other women, but for me too. Because sometimes… I love kissing you, it makes me very excited, and then I… well, maybe this is not the place to talk about it.”

By now, my pussy was dripping wet. My mom was telling me — I think she was saying she wished she could have sex with me! Anyway, I hoped that was what she was saying.

We finished our dinner and drove home. In the car, on the way, she put her hand on my thigh, and I put my hand on hers. That made me feel again like we were already lovers.

Continue on to Chapter 20

By Naughty Mommy

The phone rang, waking me.

I sat up in bed and looked at the clock. It was 11:15. I’d fallen asleep without realizing it.

Jumping out of bed, I ran downstairs to answer the phone, naked as can be.

“Hi, sweetie.” It was my mother.

“Hi, Mom,” I yawned, stretching.

“Did I wake you up?”

“Um, yeah, but that’s okay.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. But listen, I’ve got good news, or at least I hope you’ll think it’s good news. I’m bringing someone home tonight.”

She waited for me to respond.

“Okay,” I said at last. “Good.”

“Do you want to play our game again?”

Finally I was waking up. “Yeah, definitely! Is she pretty?”

“Very pretty. So, here’s what I want to do tonight. You go get in my bed, and we’ll meet you there, okay?”

In her bed?? That was a new twist!

“Okay, but, um, should I put something on? I, uh, I’m not wearing anything now.”

“Ooh, you mean you’re talking to me naked on the phone?”

“Yeah,” I giggled.

“That’s sexy. But no, don’t put anything on. Just go get in my bed, naked, and wait for us there. We’ll be home in another half hour or so. Leave the lights out, but the door open, all right?”

“Okay, Mom.”

“Did everything go okay with the kids? Getting them to bed, I mean?”

“Yeah, no problem. Everything’s fine.”

“Good. You’re the greatest, Julie. My smart, sexy, grownup seventh grade girl.”

I smiled, not sure which part of the compliment I liked best. Being smart, sexy, and grown up were all good things!

“I love you, sweetie. See you in a little while.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

I hung up the phone and stood there for a minute, absorbing this new development. Then I began to worry that the ringing sound might have awakened Molly or Kate too.

I went back upstairs, grabbed a robe from my closet, and checked on my sisters. They were both still fast asleep. I took off the robe and left it on my bed, then went to my mother’s room and got into her bed.

The sheets were cold, making my nipples hard. I crossed my arms, putting my hands over my breasts, pulled up my knees and hugged myself. I shivered a bit, but I was wide awake now — how exciting this was!

It had been quite a while since my mom brought anyone home so we could play our game. The last one was Melissa, in August, more than two months before. And now, instead of just watching from the railing above the room, I would be right in bed with them.

That made me think about Kim. She was the first one I’d actually been in bed with. I hoped that whoever my mom was bringing with her tonight would be just as pretty as Kim, and just as sexy.

I tried to figure out what I should do when they got there. My mother hadn’t given me any instructions other than just to get in bed, naked, with the lights out. Was I supposed to say or do anything when they came in? I wasn’t sure. I decided I would just have to wait and see what happened.

The time seemed to pass very slowly, too slowly. My eager anticipation made waiting difficult. I turned from side to side, bringing up different images of women in my mind, wondering if this new one would be a blonde, a brunette, a redhead… would she be a young girl, maybe a teenager, or an older woman, like my mom? How much would I be allowed to do with her? Kiss her? Touch her? I wanted to know!

When I finally heard two cars drive up, I got even more excited. I looked at the clock by the bed. It was 11:38 — which meant I had been waiting less than twenty minutes, though it had seemed like forever. That made me giggle.

I turned on my side to face the door. I wanted to see them when they came in. I’d left the hall light on but the bedroom was dark, as my mother had requested.

There were faint sounds of conversation from below, then a long silence. Were they kissing or something? I didn’t want to miss any of the fun!

After a few more minutes, I heard them coming up the stairs. When they got to the hall, they paused briefly, probably so my mom could look in on the girls. Then they were coming toward the end of the hall, to my mother’s bedroom.

I was laying under the covers on the far side of the bed, scrunched down so only my eyes peaked out. Just before they came in the door, the hall light went out. Darn! Now I wouldn’t be able to see as well.

Two figures walked into the room. My mom was first. I recognized her and smelled her familiar sweet perfume. She whispered something I couldn’t hear to the other woman. It looked like they were both wearing just their underwear, although I wasn’t sure.

The door was closed and they moved around for a minute or so, maybe putting their clothes down or something, and then my mom pulled up the sheet on the other side of the bed from me, and got in. She moved to the middle of the bed and the other woman climbed in next to her. Just before my mother turned to take the woman in her arms and start kissing her, she reached out to me, found my leg, and gave me a gentle squeeze.

I waited and listened. I couldn’t really see anything, but I could hear their soft moans and the wet sounds of their lips and tongues as they kissed. That lasted a few minutes, and then my mother turned onto her back and the woman began kissing and licking her breasts, then sucking on her nipples. Again my mother’s hand reached out to touch my thigh. She left it there this time, stroking my leg as the other woman sucked on her nipples.

The woman, I could see, was a blonde. She smelled really nice and appeared to be pretty. I couldn’t tell how old she was, but maybe in her twenties.

She seemed to like my mother’s breasts a lot. For a long time she went back and forth from nipple to nipple, licking and kissing and sucking them as my mom petted her hair and sighed with pleasure. All that time she was laying on my mother’s side, on the opposite side from me, but then she started to get on top of her. My mom spread her legs, and I had to shift a little to give her room. The woman laid on top of my mother and kissed her.

“Mm, you have such a sweet mouth,” I heard her say to my mom. They kissed some more as the woman began moving her body, rocking her pelvis to press her pussy against my mother’s.

My mom removed her hand from my thigh so she could grab the woman’s bottom with both hands, pulling their naked bodies together. Then the blonde reached down under my mother’s thighs, lifting them up and holding them out as she sat up, throwing the covers back. That’s when she saw me.

The woman gasped, obviously surprised.

“It’s okay,” said my mom. “It’s only my daughter.”

“Your — your daughter?”

Even in the dim light, I could see that the woman was smiling.

“Really? How old is she?”

“She’s 12.”

“Wow. That’s awesome.”

My mother sat up too. She took the woman’s face in her hands and kissed her lips.

“She loves to watch. It excites her,” she said, “and it excites me too. I like having her watching me as I kiss a beautiful woman like you.”

She kissed her again, opening her mouth this time and using her tongue.

The woman returned the kiss, then put a hand down between her legs, touching herself as she looked at my naked body. I was on my back with one hand over my small breast, fondling it.

“Damn, this is hot,” she said. “What’s your name, sweetie?”

“Julie.”

“Hi, Julie, I’m Katrina.”

“Hi.”

“Are you really only 12 years old?”

“Uh-huh.”

The woman chuckled. “It’s nice to meet you, Julie. Now I’m going to fuck your mother.”

I laughed and my mother did too.

Katrina had my mother lie on the bed, and pushed her thighs apart. She took a moment to lift my leg over my mom’s, so my crotch would be more exposed. Then, with her eyes on mine, the pretty blonde put her face down to my mother’s pussy and began licking her.

“Oh my god that’s so nice,” my mom sighed. Her hands were behind Katrina’s head, holding her face against her cunt. Her eyes were closed.

I reached down between my legs with both hands, spreading my pussy lips apart and rubbing myself.

After licking my mom for a few minutes, Katrina slowly put a finger inside her as my mother groaned. Then the woman sat up and began sliding her finger in and out. She held her other hand over her own breast, squeezing it and pinching the nipple. She looked at me.

“Are you touching yourself?” she asked.

“Yes, I am.”

“Does it get you hot to see me fucking your mom’s pussy with my finger?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

Katrina smiled and licked her lips as she watched my fingers moving between my legs. Then she lowered her face again to my mother’s cunt.

She fucked my mother with her finger harder and faster while she licked her clit, and soon my mom was coming. That made me come too.

My orgasm was intense and I had to close my eyes, even though I wanted to keep watching.

When I opened them again, I saw that Katrina was looking at me. She was laying with her cheek on my mom’s wet pussy.

She whispered to me, “I made your mommy come in my mouth.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And did you come too, while you were watching us?”

“Yeah, I did,” I smiled.

“That’s a good little girl. Such a good little girl. Now do you want to watch me fuck your mommy’s cunt with my cunt?”

I nodded eagerly.

The blonde blew me a kiss, then mounted my mother.

I got up on my knees to watch. I had never seen this so close, a woman fucking another woman.

Katrina liked it that I was showing so much interest. “You want to look at your mommy’s pretty pussy, Julie?” she asked, holding it open with both hands for me to see.

“Uh-huh, I do,” I nodded, as I stared down at her wet pink sex. When I looked up at my mother’s face, she smiled at me and licked her lips.

Then Katrina lifted one of my mom’s legs and straddled her, making sure their labia were open and their vaginas were kissing.

“Hold her leg up for me,” she said to me.

So I held my mother’s leg straight up in the air as I watched a young woman getting ready to fuck her.

My mom smiled at me again as she held her breasts in her hands, massaging them and squeezing the nipples. “You’re my sexy little girl, aren’t you, Julie.”

Katrina began moving her body against my mother’s, rhythmically, very slowly at first, but then faster and faster. It seemed to me that she must have had a lot of practice at this, because the way she did it got my mother ready to come fairly quickly.

“That’s right, fuck me,” said my mom, “fuck me hard!” She was moving under Katrina now, raising her pelvis to meet the woman’s urgent thrusts.

I leaned in as much as I could, hoping to see their pussies connecting. I tried to touch my breast and pinch my nipple with my hand but that made it hard to keep a good grip on my mother’s leg, so I decided maybe I should just rub my tits on my mom’s upraised thigh — which was a really good idea, because then I could hold her leg in one arm and rub myself against her while also reaching my other hand down between my legs to touch my pussy.

I liked that a lot! It was almost like I was fucking my mom too!

“Are you getting close?” panted Katrina.

“Uh-huh, almost, almost… keep fucking me!” urged my mother.

The blonde rocked against her even harder, and within another minute they were both climaxing.

When it was done, I let go of my mother’s leg and they laid together on the bed, both women breathing hard. My mom had her hands on Katrina’s bottom. Her eyes were closed, but a minute later, she opened them and glanced over at me, smiling warmly.

After resting a bit, Katrina lifted her head and softly kissed my mother’s mouth.

“That was nice,” my mom whispered to her. “You’re a very good lover.”

Katrina kissed her again. “And you are a very exciting woman.”

They kissed for a while as I watched, sitting on my knees and gently rubbing my pussy.

When my mom grabbed for Katrina’s breasts, the blonde slid up a little higher, allowing my mother to kiss and suck her nipples.

After a minute or two, my mother pulled her lips away from the woman’s breasts and said, “I want you to sit on my face now. I want to lick your cunt and make you come in my mouth while my little girl watches us.”

“Ooh, that’s hot,” Katrina grinned, turning to look at me.

My mother slid down a little on the bed and Katrina knelt over her face. I moved closer to watch as my mother opened the woman’s labia with her fingers and began licking her wet pussy. I was so close I could smell her juices.

Katrina put her hand on my head, stroking my hair. I looked up at her and she smiled at me. She was holding her breast in her other hand, fondling the erect nipple. She blew me a kiss as she rocked her body up and down over my mother’s lips and tongue.

I sat up straighter, wanting to touch myself, to masturbate and come again. Then I saw that my mom had one hand between her own legs, and she was rubbing her pussy. Immediately I decided to move down there so I could see what she was doing.

After gently pushing her thighs apart, I crouched, my face very close to my mother’s sex. I watched as she slid a slender finger up and down in her slit, bringing the wetness up from her vagina and teasing her clit. Soon she had two fingers in her slit, then three. She was very wet.

Even in the darkness, I could see moisture glistening on her fingers. I could smell her arousal. I wanted to taste her. I almost extended my tongue to lick her fingers, but then I didn’t.

Katrina was getting close. She was panting and moaning. As I watched, my mother slowly slid a finger deep inside her own cunt and began fucking herself.

Then Katrina came.

She cried out. She was so loud I worried it might wake my sisters. As the hot blonde climaxed, my mom fucked her own pussy harder, but she didn’t come yet.

When Katrina was finished, she slid off my mother and rested beside her on the bed, breathing heavily, one hand on my mom’s breast.

My mother lifted her head to look down to where I was leaning on my elbows between her legs. She smiled at me, and I smiled back, then my mom slipped her finger out of her cunt and held it out to me so I could taste her. I sucked the finger into my mouth, closing my eyes and savoring the syrupy flavor of my mommy’s pussy.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that Katrina was starting to climb on top of my mother again, but with her head pointing down, in a ‘69’ position. Then the women decided to shift onto their sides. They each raised a thigh, making an opening for the other woman to put her face in and lick her cunt.

I sat up on my knees and just looked at them for a moment, still enjoying the taste of my mother’s pussy on my tongue. I held my little breasts in my hands, running my fingertips over the erect nipples. I loved how that felt, and I wished that one of the others, either my mom or Katrina or both, would touch my breasts that way.

My mother’s back was to me. Katrina’s head was between her legs, licking and sucking. I squeezed my breasts again. I wanted to touch someone and have someone touch me. Then I thought of the next best thing.

I moved behind my mom and laid alongside her, pressing close, my nipples feeling friction against the warm skin of my mother’s back. I rubbed myself against her that way, my hands on her shoulders, my thighs touching hers. I pulled myself up a little so my head was almost next to my mom’s and I could look between Katrina’s legs and watch my mother’s tongue licking the woman’s wet cunt.

“Hi, baby,” my mom whispered to me, as she paused to slide a finger inside Katrina’s pink vagina, then resumed licking and sucking her clit.

I felt someone touching my leg. Lifting my head and looking down, I saw that Katrina, while still licking my mother’s cunt, had slipped a hand out between my mom’s legs and was caressing my inner thigh. It felt so good. I raised my other leg, opening myself to her. She moved her hand a little higher on the inside of my thigh, closer to my sex.

I wanted Katrina to touch me. I put a hand between my legs, using my fingers to spread my labia, displaying my wet pussy to her. She squeezed my thigh. That felt nice, but it wasn’t what I wanted. I started rubbing myself, hoping she would take the hint and help me. I was so excited I didn’t care about any rules.

I heard my mother moaning and felt her body shudder. Whatever Katrina was doing with her mouth was bringing my mom close to an orgasm. I rubbed myself harder and faster.

My mom groaned and shuddered again. It sounded like she was on the edge. I wanted to move up and watch her face when she climaxed, but I also wanted to move down so I could look at her pussy as she came in Katrina’s mouth, and I wanted Katrina to touch me and make me come. I couldn’t have it all at once, so I just rubbed my clit and then I was almost ready.

Suddenly my mother’s whole body jerked and she went rigid. I heard her voice, muffled from having her face buried in the blonde’s pussy, saying, “OHH FUCK!! FUCK!! FUCK!! YES!!!”

Hearing her come so loudly and passionately put me over the top. My thighs came together, clamping around my hand — and around Katrina’s hand — as I was jolted by a tremendous spasm. I squealed, pressing my fingers harder into my sex, my eyes shut tight. I arched my back, pressing my breasts against my mom. I climaxed that way for a long time.

As I was finishing, I felt my mother move away from me. Opening my eyes, I saw that Katrina was on her back, her legs apart, and my mom was leaning over her pussy, licking her. Katrina’s arm was extended, her hand still on my leg, trapped between my clenched thighs.

Opening my legs, I slid my wet fingers down to touch her fingers. We clasped hands, our fingers knitting together. I drew her hand up and pressed our joined fingers against my pussy, rubbing myself that way.

I was still highly aroused and even the slightest touch right then might have made me come very quickly. But knowing that I had this woman’s hand in mine, and that I was rubbing both her fingers and mine against my pussy made me even more excited. I reached another orgasm almost instantly, and then Katrina started coming too.

My climax passed fairly quickly. It was nice, of course (they all are), but this one was sort of a mini-follow-up and it was sweet but short.

That wasn’t to be the same for Katrina’s climax, though. My mother made sure she had a long, thorough, and intense set of orgasms. She glued her mouth over the woman’s cunt, shoved her tongue deep inside and kept fucking her, making Katrina come again and again. The blonde clutched her breast with her free hand, nearly sobbing with pleasure as orgasm after orgasm swept through her.

I was still rubbing my hand and hers gently against my pussy after my own climax was finished, but then Katrina had to pull our fingers apart and put her hand down between her legs, trying to tell my mother she couldn’t take any more.

Finally my mom let her go. I watched as she sat up, wiping her mouth, a big grin on her face. She looked at me and giggled, running her tongue around her lips, “Mmm, she tastes really good.”

Katrina had both hands clenched over her sex as she experienced a few remaining spasms. Her eyes were closed. My mom and I waited, enjoying the sight of a beautiful naked woman slowly coming down from the peak of passion.

A minute later, Katrina opened her eyes, saw us both looking at her, and laughed as she said to my mother, “God, I thought I was gonna die. You almost literally fucked my brains out.”

We laughed with her, three women (well, two women and a girl) happily celebrating the bliss of lesbian love.

But then my mom looked at the clock by the bed. It was almost 1:15 in the morning. “Uh-oh,” she said, “someone is up way past her bedtime.”

I started to beg, “Mom, please, just a little longer…?” But she wouldn’t hear of it. She got up, took my hand, and made me get up with her.

“You can give Katrina a goodnight kiss if you want,” she told me.

“Ooh, yes, please,” the blonde said. Still laying on her back, Katrina held her arms out to me. I knelt beside the bed and kissed her. She took my face in her hands, opened her lips, and shoved her tongue into my mouth.

I could taste my mother’s pussy. I smelled Katrina’s perfume and her sex and our sweat. I kissed her deeply and wanted to do more with her. I started to climb back up on the bed to lie next to her, but my mom stopped me.

“No, no, sweetie, that’s enough for tonight.” She patted my bare bottom. “Come on.”

Disappointed but resigned, I gave Katrina one last quick kiss on the lips, and then got up to let my mother lead me from the room.

“G’night, cutie,” said the sexy blonde.

“Goodnight,” I said, smiling and blowing her a kiss.

When we got to my room, my mother closed the door behind us and then immediately took me in her arms and kissed me. As Katrina had done, she pressed her tongue into my mouth. I sure liked it when women kissed me that way. And again, I tasted the flavor of pussy, now in my mother’s mouth, but this time it must have been from Katrina.

We stood by the door and kissed for several minutes, running our hands over each other’s naked bodies. I could tell that my mother wanted me to know she still loved me, even though she was making me go to bed instead of staying up and playing with them some more. It made me happy that she cared for me so much and expressed her love so openly.

Finally she ended the kiss, but she leaned her forehead against mine and whispered, “Okay, my love. Time for you to get some sleep. Tomorrow I’ll find some special time for just the two of us, for me and you, okay?”

She made me so happy I almost wanted to cry. I hugged her tightly. “Oh, Mommy, I love you so much!”

“And I love you too, baby girl. Come on, now, hop in bed.”

Tucking me in like I was a child (which I guess I still was), she smoothed the hair from my forehead with her hand. She tenderly kissed my lips a few more times, then got up and left the room.

I turned on my side and thought about how much I loved her, how fortunate I was to have her for a mommy. She was beautiful and sexy and smart and always so nice to me all the time. I was a very lucky girl. I closed my eyes, smiling, and soon fell fast asleep.

What I did not know at the time, but would learn later, is that after she left my room that night, my mother went into Molly’s bedroom, picked the sleeping girl up from her bed, and carried her to her own bedroom. There, she gently awakened her, and for the next half hour or so, she and Katrina played erotic games with my 8-year-old little sister.

Continue on to Chapter 19

By Naughty Mommy

Over the next few days, after we got home from Sea World, I kept thinking about my mom’s sexy dream. It was so naughty and so tantalizing. I imagined being in bed with her and my two sisters, all of us naked, touching each other everywhere, the way she’d described as she masturbated.

Could that really be what my mother wanted? To have lesbian sex with her own young daughters? Or was it, as she’d explained, simply a dream, something a person can’t control?

I also kept wondering about my sister Kate. She was maturing, starting to get curves. Did her hormones make her constantly think about sex, the way I did? Did she ever look at pretty girls and fantasize about them, as I did all the time? Or was she only interested in boys?

Was it possible that she might be interested in playing the ‘game’ with our mother? Would it excite her, the way it excited me, to see our mom having sex with other women and girls? Would it make her want to touch herself?

What if it was not only me standing at the second floor railing, watching as my mom kissed and touched a hot young female, but Kate too, right there beside me? I pictured my mother and another woman looking up at us, seeing two naked girls, sisters 12 and 10 years old, rubbing their pussies and playing with their nipples. That idea got me very hot, and I made myself come over and over again.

Night after night, I lay in bed caressing my young body, and I couldn’t stop wondering about Kate. Had she started masturbating yet? She was the same age I was when I began, so maybe she had. Could she be doing it at that very moment in her room just down the hall from mine?

The more I thought about all those questions, the more I was determined to find the answers.

* * *

When Saturday night came, my mom got dressed up again to go out. This time she wore a sleeveless sparkly gold and black dress with a scooped neckline. The dress was very short, and with a pair of black high heels, my mom’s long legs looked sensational. Well, all of her looked sensational.

My mother is an extremely attractive woman. If she didn’t have such a successful career as an attorney, I think she could have been a model or something. I’m not bragging, it’s true.

Anyway, I was put in charge of Kate and Molly that night. Molly had lights out at 9:00, and Kate was supposed to go to bed at 10:00, and me at 10:30.

After Molly was tucked in, I went to Kate’s room. She was sitting on her bed listening to music with her headphones on while looking at a style magazine. But when she saw me come in, she happily took off the headphones and put down the magazine, grinning at me.

That was one of the things I loved about Kate. She was always so nice and so cheerful. She never seemed to get upset or irritated about anything. No wonder everyone liked her so much.

I sat on the bed near her. “Hey,” I said.

“Hey,” she smiled.

“Whatcha listening to?”

“Oh, it’s um, it’s a girl group. Just two girls, actually.” She picked up the CD case and showed it to me. “They’re called Tatu.”

“Right, I know who they are. You like them?”

“Yeah, sometimes.”

“That’s one of the ones you got for your birthday, isn’t it?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded. “And also I got Spindrift, and, um, the new CD from Tanya Miles.”

“Those are really good too.”

“Yeah, they are.”

Kate was wearing very short shorts and a tight tank top. She was braless and barefoot. I looked at her for a moment, admiring her slim figure. She was already as tall as I was, and her legs were longer than mine. She would be really beautiful when she grew up. Her short brown hair had golden highlights from all the time she spent out in the sun. A wide mouth, a small nose, a few freckles on her cheeks… she was truly a doll.

“So, um,” I continued, “that night when we were at the mall and you got your CDs and stuff — well, we all got some — but then after that, remember when we went to Victoria’s Secret and Mom let you pick out some really cute bras and panties?”

“Uh-huh. That was awesome.”

“Do you mind if I look at the pink and white set you got, the striped ones? Remember you said I could try them on if I wanted to?”

“Oh, sure!” Kate bounced off the bed and went to her drawer. She found the set I was asking about and handed them to me.

“These are so nice,” she chuckled, “that I haven’t actually worn them anywhere yet. It has to be for something really special. I just try them on in my room sometimes and look at myself in the mirror.”

I held the bra up to my chest. It was a AA cup, which would be about the right size for me. “Looks like it would fit okay. Do you mind if I try it on?”

“No, of course, go ahead.”

Probably Kate expected me to take the bra to my own room and change into it there, but I had other plans in mind that night. Still sitting on her bed, I began unbuttoning my shirt. Kate sat down and watched me.

Being siblings, we had seen each other naked all our lives, literally. But over the past few years, as we’d started growing up and no longer took baths together or anything like that, there were fewer opportunities for us to see each other nude. I was interested to see how my sister would react when she saw me with nothing on.

When I got the shirt open, I pulled it off. I wasn’t wearing a bra. Kate looked at my little tits.

I looked down at my chest too, shaking my head. “Still so tiny. I don’t think I’ll ever get real boobs.”

Kate giggled. “Yours are cute enough. For now anyway.”

Pulling the bra on, I twisted on the bed and asked my sister to fasten the hook for me. Then I turned back around, straightening the cups over my small breasts. I got up to look at myself in the mirror on her closet door. I turned side to side, admiring the lovely bra. It made me look sophisticated, I thought.

“You want to try the panties on too?” asked Kate.

“Yeah, I guess so.” I turned around, opening my denim shorts and pulling them down, along with my undies.

Kate handed me the pair with the pink and white stripes.

“You’re really sure you don’t mind?” I asked, hesitating.

“Of course not. We’re sisters.”

She was so sweet. Impulsively, as I took the panties from her, I leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

Kate smiled. “What was that for?”

“Just because I love you.”

“Aw…”

I stepped into the sexy panties and pulled them up, then turned again to look in the mirror. They rode low on the hips and didn’t cover much in the back. They looked amazing on me.

“God these are so hot,” I breathed.

“I know. That’s why I haven’t worn them yet. Like I said, it’s got to be for something really special.”

I noticed that as she said that, Kate glanced over at the Tatu CD on the bed. The cover photo showed two young girls, teenagers, embracing in a heated kiss.

“I know what you mean,” I told her. Then I said, “Okay, now I want to see how they look on you.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay, sure.” She got up from the bed and pulled down her tight shorts. They had an elastic waist. Then she took off her panties.

This was what I was waiting for, a chance to see my little sister’s pussy. I tried not to be too obvious about it, but as I pulled down the pink and white panties so I could give them back to her, I made sure to bend over close to get a good look.

I could see only the tiniest bit of pubic hair, more like peach fuzz really. Just a little dusting of short, soft hairs. When she pulled her top off, I saw that her titties definitely were at least as big as mine. But her nipples were a bit different, smaller and slightly darker. Mine were puffy and light brown, almost pink.

I reached behind my back to unhook the bra, and then we were both naked in her room, a 12-year-old girl and her 10-year-old sister. I wanted to stay naked with her. I wanted to talk with her about sex, about lesbian sex, about touching and kissing other girls, like the picture on the CD.

Kate smiled and held out her hand for the underwear. I hesitated for just a moment, wanting to prolong our mutual nudity, then gave the bra and panties to her.

She put the bra on first, hooking it herself and adjusting it in the mirror. Then she pulled on the panties and turned this way and that, admiring her reflection.

“Wow, you look so incredible,” I said, and I meant it. “They look even better on you than on me.”

“No, I don’t think so,” she countered. “You’re older and you look more like a woman.”

“Hardly.”

She kept looking at herself in the mirror. I sat down on the bed and waited. Finally she sighed and reached behind her back, meaning to unhook the bra. But then she frowned, like it was difficult and came over to me. “Can you get this?”

She sat on the edge of the bed, her long smooth back to me. I undid the hook, happy to have the chance to be so close to her when we were both undressed.

As she stood to take off the panties and put her things away, I picked up her shorts and her undies and her tank top and set them on a chair, along with my own shirt and shorts and undies.

Kate saw what I was doing and looked puzzled. “Oh, bedtime?” she asked. “Jammies now?”

“No, not yet,” I told her, “I thought maybe we could have some girl talk, you know, sister to sister private kind of stuff. Okay?”

“Okay,” she shrugged. “But, jammies?”

“Uh-uh,” I went back to the bed and pulled open the covers, climbing in. “Let’s get inside here and be kind of cozy for a while, just like we are.”

She shrugged again, but got in next to me. Smiling, she asked, “Cozy?”

“You know, cuddly and nice and warm,” I grinned, “like sisters.”

So, she moved in closer to me. I could feel her soft skin next to mine. We sat propped up against her pillows, with the sheet pulled up just enough to cover our tiny breasts.

“Um, when we were at the mall on your birthday,” I began, “in the Victoria’s Secret store, do you remember the girl who helped you there? Melissa?”

“Yeah, I remember her. She was really nice. She was funny too, and, I don’t know, I guess sort of sexy.” Kate turned toward me. “Did you know that when we were in the trying-on room, she pulled her dress all the way up and showed us her undies? Her thong she was wearing?”

“Uh-huh, I heard. Mommy told me about that.”

My sister giggled. “Did Mommy tell you that she touched Melissa’s bottom?”

“Really??”

“She did! After Melissa showed us her, you know, her thong, and she put her dress down again, then Mommy asked her to pull it up and turn around and she put her hand right on Melissa’s bottom?”

“Wow, she did that in front of you?”

“Yeah, and in front of Molly too!”

“Whoa.”

“It was so wild. Mommy put her hand on Melissa’s bottom, and she sort of rubbed her fingers around and, like, squeezed her and stuff.”

“That’s amazing. What did Melissa do?”

“Nothing!” answered Kate, excitedly. “I think she liked it.”

“Wow, you really think she did?”

“Uh-huh, I mean, I don’t know that much about lesbians and stuff, except for, you know,” she blushed a little, nodding at the Tatu CD on the foot of the bed, “but I think the way they were acting, it was like they wanted to, maybe, um, start kissing and stuff. But they couldn’t because me and Molly were there.”

“So are you saying you think Mom is a lesbian?”

“Well, she never ever goes out with men, you know.”

“I know.”

We were both quiet for a few moments. Then I asked, “Would it bother you if she was?”

“If Mommy was a lesbian?”

“Yeah.”

She answered right away, “Uh-uh, I wouldn’t mind. That would be fine.”

“Would it bother you if I was?”

Kate turned to me, her eyes wide. “Really? You are?”

“Uh-huh. Don’t tell anyone. Or, actually, I don’t care who you tell. Yes, I am a lesbian.”

“But, how do you know?”

I smiled. “Well… I don’t like boys, I only like girls. I get really excited when I look at pretty girls, and when I, um, when I think about sex and stuff, if I have, like, fantasies, it’s always girls or women that I think about.”

Kate scrunched down into the covers, giggling and snuggling close to me. “Omigod, Julie, that is so amazing.” She couldn’t seem to stop giggling.

“Why are you laughing so much?” I started giggling too. It was infectious.

I nestled down next to my sister under the covers. Our faces were very close.

She whispered to me. “I think I might be too.”

“Might be……”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, her eyes shining.

“How do you know?” I asked with a grin.

“Silly.” She playfully tapped my shoulder. “Because I don’t like boys, I only like girls, and when I look at pretty girls, I get excited. You know.”

“So,” I purred, as I moved my face even closer to hers, “do you have dirty fantasies about kissing girls and touching them and everything?”

She nodded at me, her face aglow. This was obviously very exciting for her to discuss. And I was thrilled, of course, that I was hearing exactly what I had dreamed I would hear from her — and what my mother had dreamed about, too, I thought to myself.

“You haven’t ever kissed a girl yet, have you?” I asked.

“Uh-uh. But I want to. Have you?”

“Um, I…” I decided I should try to change the subject. It might be too soon to get into that long story. So I said, truthfully, “A lot of times I see girls and I think about what it would be like to kiss them.”

“Me too.”

Then I added, “Do you remember the babysitter who was here about a month ago, a really good-looking teenager named Danni?”

“Well, yeah, who could forget Danni?” she responded.

“Why do you say that?”

“She was… um, not only did she, like, look so hot and everything in those little shorts she was wearing, but she was always touching me and Molly, especially Molly.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. She would, like, tell us she was going to read us a story or something, and then when we were sitting next to her on the sofa, she would be rubbing her hands on our legs, or putting her arms around us and rubbing our arms and even our chests. She was always telling us how pretty we were, and how nice and soft our skin was and everything. And when she put me to bed she told me she wanted to check my undies and make sure they were clean—”

“No, she didn’t.”

“Yes, she did!”

“Did you let her?” I asked.

“Well, yeah,” said Kate, “she was the babysitter, and I had to do what she said.”

“And what did she do?”

“She pulled down the covers, and told me to spread my legs apart and she got down close and looked at my panties, and then she touched them.”

“She touched you?”

“My panties, yeah. She, um, she rubbed her fingers on me, right between my legs. I actually sort of liked it too, how it felt, even though it was so embarrassing.”

“I’m sure it was.”

“But the weird thing is, when she stopped and said that I looked okay, I didn’t want her to stop! I wanted her to keep doing it. I really wish she had stayed longer. I guess I wish I had encouraged her more or something, instead of just laying there.”

“Wow,” I told her, “I think you really are a lesbian.”

Kate blushed and giggled and scrunched in against me. I loved being there with my sister, naked in her bed, just the two of us talking about all kinds of sexual stuff.

Then she said, “And you know what?”

“What?”

“Before, when Danni put Molly to bed, you know, like an hour earlier, she was in there a long time with her. Maybe they were reading stories or playing or something, but later, after what she did with me in my room, I started wondering what she might have been doing with Molly in her room.”

“Did you ever ask Molly?”

“Uh-uh. Do you think I should?”

“I don’t know. She didn’t seem, like, upset about it or anything the next day, did she?”

“No, she seemed fine, as far as I can remember.”

“Well, I guess it’s okay then.”

Kate put an arm over me, laying it across my tummy. She rested her knee against my thigh, too, and I thought for a second she might put her leg over mine, which I would have loved, but she didn’t.

Then she asked in a soft voice, “Julie, when you, um, think about stuff, you know, like, at night or whatever, is there a special kind of girl, or woman, I guess, that you like to think about?”

“Um, all kinds… pretty ones, of course, but mostly young ones,” I answered, “especially ones who are really slim and cute and feminine, you know, girly-looking. How about you?”

She scooted even closer to me, put her face against my neck, and whispered, “What I like best is tall blondes with blue eyes, with really long legs and nice figures.”

“That sounds like you’re describing Mommy.”

“I know!” Kate squealed, giggling and burying her face in my shoulder.

So, my little sister had a lesbian crush on our mother. And so did I. This could get very interesting, I thought.

I turned to look at the clock beside the bed. It was a few minutes after 10:00.

“Okay, well, I guess it’s jammy-time now,” I told her.

“All right,” she agreed. But she hugged me tight, giving no indication of wanting to let me leave her bed.

“Come on,” I patted her shoulder.

Finally she let me get up. She sat naked on the bed, watching as I picked up my clothes from the chair.

“Don’t forget to brush your teeth,” I told her. “And lights out right away, okay? I don’t want to get in trouble if Mom gets home and finds you up.”

“Okay, sure.”

I looked at my little sister, then decided to stay with her for just a minute longer. Sitting down beside her on the bed, I put my arm around her bare shoulder. “Thanks for having a girl talk with me, Kate. I really needed that. I like feeling so close to you.”

“I like it too,” she sighed, laying her head on my shoulder and wrapping her arms around my waist. “Let’s always stay close, okay? And tell each other everything.”

I smiled to myself as I kissed the top of her head. Oh, the things I could tell her!

When I got back to my own room, still undressed, I put my clothes away, brushed my teeth, and then got into bed early. I didn’t bother to put anything on, just laid there naked under the soft light of the lamp, thinking about things.

Continue on to Chapter 18

By Naughty Mommy

Fifteen minutes later they returned, coming through the front door into the other room. I could hear Kate and Molly gushing about how great the Cirque du Soleil show was. Then they all walked through the open adjoining door between our rooms.

“How are you feeling, honey?” asked my mom.

“Okay,” I answered, in a weak voice.

She sat on the bed and placed her hand on my forehead, acting worried. “I don’t think you have a temperature now, at least. How does your throat feel?”

“It’s a little better.”

She told my sisters she had decided I should sleep in the other room with her tonight. “So, you two will share this room, okay?”

Then my mother looked at me and said, “I told the girls as we were driving back that you got pretty hot earlier tonight, and I thought you might have a fever.”

Pretty hot is right, I thought, trying hard not to smile.

My sisters were quite happy to get the hotel room all to themselves like big girls, although they both expressed concern for me. I thanked them and went into the other room with my mother.

After a few minutes, my mom went to check on Molly and Kate. She made sure they had brushed their teeth, then tucked them in, kissed them goodnight, and left the room, turning out the light and closing the adjoining door.

I had already climbed into the second bed in my mother’s room. When she saw that, she smiled and came over to sit beside me. She kissed my lips, whispering, “Baby girl, I want us to sleep together tonight, in the same bed.”

That made me really excited, because we had never done that before, at least not since I was very little. As I started to get up, she said, quietly, “And, sweetie, do me a favor and take off your jammies too, okay?”

Smiling, I quickly pulled them off, then got happily into the other bed, her bed, and watched while my mother took off her clothes, slipped into a sexy nightgown, and washed her face and brushed her teeth.

Before getting into bed with me, she put on a little more of that perfume that I loved so much, then removed her nightgown, turned off the lamp, and slid naked under the sheets with me.

She held me very close to her. We cuddled for a few minutes as she tenderly kissed me. I loved the warm, soft feel of her bare skin on mine, and the scent of her exciting perfume.

Then she propped herself up on an elbow and looked searchingly into my eyes.

After a moment, she whispered, “Julie, darling, I want to make sure you’re all right about the things we did earlier tonight with Kim. And not only tonight, but also with, you know, all the things we did at home that night with Danni and Tracy and Melissa.”

She kissed me on the nose. “I realize that some of this stuff is pretty intense, and it could be too much for a young girl.”

“It’s okay, Mommy.”

She seemed very concerned. “I really want to be certain that it is. Sometimes I just… I get so excited that I start to lose control of myself. Like tonight, I probably let things go a little farther than I normally would. I hope it didn’t upset you or anything. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine, Mom, I love being with you that way. It makes me happy.”

“I’m glad,” said my mother, kissing my cheek. “It makes me happy too. I’ve been worrying about it though. All the way driving to get the girls and then coming back tonight, I kept thinking that maybe we’d gone too far this time and it might have frightened you or something.”

I turned toward her, taking her face in my hands.

“Mom,” I whispered, “I promise, you can never go too far with me. I want it all. I really do. I want everything. So please don’t worry.”

She gazed at me for a moment in the dim light. “Julie, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Mommy.”

She kissed me softly on the mouth, then bent down and gently kissed my nipple. After a few more tender kisses on the lips, we just held each other, cuddling, and soon fell asleep.

* * *

In the middle of the night, I woke up. Someone was behind me in the bed, moving around, panting and gasping. I quickly realized that it was my mom, of course.

I was on my side, facing away from her. I turned my head to ask if she was okay.

“Kiss me, Julie,” she said. “Kiss me!”

I rolled over toward her, put my hand on her cheek and kissed her lips while she masturbated.

My mother shoved her tongue into my mouth and immediately started to come.

It was a long, rolling orgasm for her. We kept kissing and she kept fingering herself, and it seemed like she had several climaxes. I held her, putting my hand on her breast and fondling her erect nipple. That made her even more excited.

After several minutes, she began settling down. I laid beside her and waited to see what she would do next.

What she did next is wipe the sweat from her face. “Wow,” she said. “That was intense.”

I waited some more.

She pushed down the sheets and fanned herself with her hand. She took several deep breaths and finally seemed to be under control again. “I’m sorry, sweetie, that I woke you up.”

“It’s fine,” I giggled, “you can wake me up like that any time you want.”

She giggled with me and we snuggled together.

“What happened,” she began, “was that I had this dream, an erotic, sexy dream. And I woke up and I was really wet, and I started touching myself. God, it was so hot. Whew!”

She was quiet for a minute, and then I asked, “What was the dream about?”

“It was, it was, um,” she stammered, “I, I’m not really sure I should tell you, honey.”

“Oh, come on, Mom, after everything else you’ve let me do with you?”

My mother giggled again and took a deep breath. “Well, okay, I suppose you’re right.”

She turned on her side to face me. “In the dream, I was in bed with you. Except it was not only with you, but also with Kate and Molly. All four of us in one bed. We were all naked, and the three of you, you and your sisters, were kissing me, getting me excited, rubbing your little hands all over my naked body, everywhere.”

“Wow,” I whispered, “but Kate’s only 10, and Molly just barely turned 8.”

“I know, honey, but after all, you’re only 12 years old yourself. And besides, it was just a dream. We can’t control the things we dream, but sometimes we can enjoy them very much. Like I did tonight.”

“So you liked it?” I asked. “In the dream, I mean, when all three of us were kissing you and touching you that way?”

“Yes, I liked it very much. It made me so excited. I can’t remember if I had an orgasm in the dream, but like I said, I was very wet when I woke up, and I was already on the edge of a climax. So I started touching myself, and then you woke up.”

“That’s a pretty hot dream, Mom.” I imagined my two little sisters naked in bed with us, all three of us touching my mother’s body at once, playing with her, kissing her, stimulating her sexually.

“Did you, um,” I began, “did you touch us, too, in your dream?”

“Yes, I did. I did. I touched you everywhere, all three of you. It was so exciting.”

My mother had started rubbing her pussy again. She looked into my eyes. “Will you masturbate with me, honey?”

“Right now?”

“Yes, I want to make myself come once more, and I would love it if I could watch you play with yourself and we could come at the same time.”

I agreed right away and we began. I was totally turned on by the story of her dream, the naughty, forbidden idea of a mother getting excited when her three little daughters — none older than 12! — are in bed with her, caressing her naked body.

Just thinking about that made my pussy very wet, and I was sure it would be easy for me to get close as we laid in bed facing each other and started rubbing ourselves.

My mom had already pushed down the sheets, and there was enough light in the room that we could see each other’s bodies and what we were doing. I watched as she held her breast in her hand and squeezed the nipple with her fingers while her other hand was working between her legs. She looked at my face and at my little breasts, but mostly down at my crotch, where I was rubbing my clit with one hand and the opening of my vagina with the other hand. She sometimes would lean in and kiss me on the lips, but mostly we just played with ourselves and gazed at each other, a sexy 31-year-old mom and her 12-year-old daughter watching and masturbating.

It didn’t take long for either of us to get very close. I could hear the sound of my mother’s fingers moving rapidly and wetly inside her cunt as she fucked herself, and I could tell by her breathing that she was on the verge of an orgasm. That made me want to come too, and I rubbed my clit a little harder and then I was ready.

“Mommy… I… I…” I whispered.

She held a finger to my lips. “Wait, baby.”

Then she asked me to turn onto my back, which I did, and she started to get on top of me. “Open up your legs, honey, open them wide.”

I did that too.

“Now touch yourself again,” she whispered.

My mother laid on me, kissing me, opening her lips and slipping her tongue into my mouth. I felt her breasts pressing against mine, and as we both reached down between our legs to continue masturbating, our hands touched. Our bodies were so close together that each time I moved my hand, or she moved hers, we were actually touching both pussies at once!

I was super excited by this and started rubbing myself harder. I could feel my mom’s pussy against the back of my hand, and I even tried to push up against her a little bit as I was rubbing my clit. Her sex felt hot and wet.

My mother’s hand was moving fast between her legs. She was fucking herself, and each time she moved her fingers in and out, they bumped against my vagina.

I was getting so close.

“Are you going to come?” she asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“Come for Mommy. Rub your little pussy and make yourself come for Mommy!”

And when I heard her say that, I did start to come.

My mother’s orgasm arrived at the same time as mine. She thrust her crotch against mine, and the only thing separating my mom’s pussy from my pussy was our hands. Our fingers entwined as we climaxed together. Our juices flowed and mixed. She put her mouth over mine and kissed me.

When we both finished coming, my mother lifted my hand and hers to our mouths, and we licked our wet fingers as we kissed — and now my mom’s hot pussy was right on top of mine.

We kissed for a long time that way, pressing our naked bodies close together, until finally my mother pulled gently away and whispered that we both needed to get some sleep.

“Okay, Mommy. I love you.”

She smiled and nuzzled her nose against mine. She kissed me once more, and then slid off of me. I turned on my side, and we spooned.

My mother took me in her arms, one hand holding my little breast, the other around my waist. She placed a few more soft kisses on my neck, and then, as I listened, her breathing gradually grew quieter. She was falling asleep.

I wasn’t able to go to sleep right away, though.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the erotic dream she’d had of me and my sisters in bed with her, touching her. Could that ever really happen? Maybe not, but then, it was pretty unlikely that I would have started doing what I was doing. So, why couldn’t they do the same things as me someday? And why couldn’t we do even more than that?

What would it be like, I wondered, if Kate was to join us in the ‘game’ my mother and I played together? I recalled that the first time I’d done it with my mom, about a year and a half earlier, I had been only 10 years old. And Kate was now 10. In fact, she was 10 and a half.

I thought about my sister. Her body was changing. Her boobs were already as big as mine, if not bigger. Did she have any pubic hair yet? Did she sometimes touch herself at night and get wet?

I wasn’t sure, but it made me excited to picture Kate that way. I was kind of thinking that maybe I should masturbate again, but my mother was sleeping so soundly next to me that I didn’t want to wake her up.

Instead, I just laid there in the dark and started replaying in my mind all the things my mom and I had done earlier that night with Kim. I thought about the many times and all the different ways we’d made ourselves and each other come. I tried to count how many total orgasms there were, between us. It was hard to remember all of it in detail, though, because some of it was sort of blurry, and as I mused, I gradually fell asleep.

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By Naughty Mommy

Kim looked into my eyes as she gyrated her cunt against my mother’s. She stared at my naked body, and said, “I’m fucking your mother, little girl, I’m fucking your mother!”

“Fuck her hard,” I told her. “Fuck my mommy and make her come!”

My mother cried out. She was climaxing again, her second orgasm in less than a minute.

Kim was coming too. They came at the same time.

I rubbed my pussy and pinched my nipples as I watched, and although I wasn’t close to another climax, I felt a thrill course through my body. How lucky I was, I thought to myself, to be so very close to my mother, and to be allowed to be with her and all these beautiful young women during their steamy sexual encounters.

After such an extremely passionate and energetic fucking session, they both needed a short rest. It wasn’t long, though, probably not more than thirty seconds, before my mom told Kim she was ready for more. She wanted to eat her pussy. She asked Kim to sit on her face.

Kim, who had collapsed next to my mother on the bed, smiled at her and nodded eagerly.

As the naked woman began to move into position, my mom shifted around a bit until she was laying directly between my spread legs with her head pushed up against my crotch.

Kim was getting on top of her, placing herself where my mother could lick her, but in order for her to move in close enough, I had to raise my legs and extend them over Kim’s thighs as she knelt above my mother’s face. This put Kim’s body right up next to mine.

It was awkward at first, but once we got arranged, it was incredibly exciting for me. I was so close to Kim, I could look at her, smell her, I could grab her tits if I felt like it. Plus, my mom’s head was pressing into my vagina!

I looked down and watched as Kim lowered her pussy onto my mom’s mouth. My mother started licking Kim. The girl used her fingers to open her labia, giving my mom full access to her sex. As she felt the warm tongue probing her, I heard Kim moan softly.

Then she said, “Can I kiss your daughter?”

My mom stopped licking long enough to say, “Yes, it’s fine if you kiss her, but that’s all. No touching.” The familiar rule.

Kim had a trick, though. She smiled at me, looked down at my lips, and then we started kissing. Her lips were soft, she smelled sweet, and her tongue eagerly explored my young mouth.

But the best part was that as she was kissing me, while at the same time rocking her pelvis to slide her cunt up and down over my mom’s lips and tongue, Kim slowly leaned into me, allowing her lovely breasts to brush up against mine, so her nipples were kissing my nipples.

We weren’t really touching, technically. Not with our hands, at least. But it was intensely arousing for me to have this girl kissing my mouth and gently rubbing her tits on mine.

My pussy was getting so wet… which, it occurred to me, had to mean I was getting my mother’s hair wet too. That idea was so deliciously naughty I just loved it.

Pinned as I was, though, between my mom’s head and the headboard, I was not in a position where I could reach down and touch myself, even though I was very excited and badly wanted to come.

But then I made a wonderful erotic discovery. In my agitated state of arousal, my body was moving on its own, and I suddenly realized that my clit and my vagina were getting stimulated, almost as if I was touching them with my hand.

What I discovered was that I could masturbate in a different way — by moving my pussy up and down against the top of my mother’s head!

It felt amazing. I pressed myself against my mom as I continued kissing Kim and feeling her tits rubbing on mine. All it took was a little bit of movement, just a steady rhythmic shifting of my groin, but as I kept it up, gradually increasing the pace, I knew I could make myself come that way.

Kim was moving more quickly too, on top of my mother. Her breath was coming fast. She broke off our kiss, pulled back slightly, and said, “Tell me you want me to come in your mommy’s mouth! Say it!”

That made it even better. I loved the way Kim kept involving me directly, even though I wasn’t actually making love with them. Not quite, anyway.

“Come in Mommy’s mouth,” I demanded. “I want you to come on her face! I want to watch you come all over my mommy!”

And she did, shivering and groaning and shuddering. She tried to keep her eyes open as she climaxed, tried to keep looking at me the whole time, but then the intensity was too much and she shut her eyes tightly, her face showing the heat of her passion.

“Come on her face!” I repeated — and suddenly it struck me that not only was this sexy girl coming on my mother’s face, but I was about to come in my mother’s hair, and with that dirty thought, I went over the edge.

What a super awesome thing that was, giving myself an orgasm by rubbing my pussy against my mom’s head. I was still very young, of course, and hadn’t yet discovered all of what life has to offer, but this was definitely a high point for me. A peak experience, a climax, you might say — ha ha ha!

I was coming, and Kim was coming at the same time, and we ended up sort of holding each other up while it happened. I’m not really sure, but I think there may have been some actual touching going on between us, my hands on her tits, or hers on mine, or both. It was all kind of a blur, and my mom’s face was pretty much buried underneath Kim, so she wouldn’t have known about it anyway.

Kim’s climax ended before mine, and when it did, she slid down until she was laying on top of my mother again. I was still coming, and as my mom shifted slightly to the side and lower on the bed, allowing me room to reach my pussy, I put both hands down there and rubbed myself some more to make my orgasm last longer.

After Kim revived, which never seemed to take her very long, she began kissing my mother on the mouth, but she also kept looking up at my wet pussy, staring at me as I caressed myself.

In between kisses, she said, “I really can’t believe I’m actually doing this. It’s just so incredible. I’m having fantastic sex with a totally hot woman, and I’m watching her naked 12-year-old daughter masturbate. Un-freakin’-believable.”

My mom chuckled, “Are you saying you don’t do this sort of thing all the time? Like once a week or something?”

“No,” smiled Kim, as she gave my mother another kiss. “Watching a little seventh grade girl make herself come while her mom eats my pussy — that’s definitely never happened to me before.”

“Well, I’m glad we hooked up. You’re an extremely desirable young woman,” my mom told her, rubbing her bottom. “Julie and I are very lucky we found you.”

Kim shook her head in amazement as she stared at me.

I’d finished my climax, but I kept on sliding my hands up and down between my pussy lips, just because I loved how nice it felt. I made sure to open my legs wide so Kim could see everything.

“Would you like to taste her?” asked my mom.

“What??”

“Would you like to taste Julie?”

“Um, you mean… taste your, your little girl’s pussy?!”

“Julie, honey, would you mind getting your fingers nice and wet and letting Kim have a taste?”

“Okay!” I said.

My hands were already very wet, so I didn’t have to do much. I dipped the tips of my fingers into the opening of my vagina one more time, just to be sure, and then put both hands in front of Kim’s mouth and let her taste me.

In fact, both Kim and my mom tasted me. They kissed each other’s mouths and sucked my fingers and licked my hands and shared the flavor of my pussy between them.

After this went on for a while, with me going back a few times to get my hands nice and wet again, my mom asked me if I would like to taste Kim too.

Of course, I said yes. Not just yes, but yes please!

Kim had another smart idea. She got up on her knees, next to me. I slid onto my back, resting my head on the bed. My mother turned on her side and moved in close to watch what we were doing.

As Kim was getting ready to position her pussy near my mouth, she stopped for a moment and just looked at me, at my nearly flat chest. She said to my mom, “When she’s laying down like that, it looks like she has no boobs at all. Like’s she’s just a little girl.”

My mother smiled. “She is a little girl.”

“I know, but I mean like she’s only 8 or 9 or something.” She gently laid her hand on my chest, between my nipples, and slowly slid it down to my belly, then back up to my chest. “So smooth…”

She looked into my eyes, leaned over and kissed me tenderly on the lips, and said, “You make me so wet.”

Then she did the most amazing thing. She actually straddled my head, kneeling directly over me, placing her beautiful pussy right in front of me. I could hardly believe this was happening. I felt my face burning with excitement and I grabbed her bottom, squeezing it, heedless of the rules.

Kim started to masturbate as I stared at her sex. It was so incredibly hot! This cute girl with a really nice body was rubbing her clit and opening her pussy lips and putting her fingers inside herself, and she was doing it just so I could watch her and taste her!

Within only a minute, or maybe less, Kim was almost ready to come. She was panting and moaning, fucking herself with her fingers, moving them in and out really fast, and looking down at my mouth — which was right under her pussy — and then she said, “Here I come, here I come, oh god I…”

Suddenly something happened I’d never seen before. As the girl climaxed, she actually sprayed on me. A spurt of moisture came shooting out of her pussy and landed on my face. She groaned and kept moving her fingers in and out of her cunt, faster and faster, and then it happened again. Another spurt, another splash on my face. She really was coming on me!!!

My mom was right next to us the whole time, watching closely, and getting very excited. She was masturbating too. When Kim sprayed on me the second time, that made my mother come.

Above me, Kim was shuddering and gasping, two fingers pressed deep inside her dripping pussy. She seemed to be in the middle of a long, rolling orgasm. I had to blink to clear my vision. Some of the spray had landed in my eyes. It was all over my face, but I didn’t mind a bit. I licked my lips, tasting her.

Finally Kim was calm enough that she was able to open her eyes and look down at me. “Oh my god, did I just come on you?” she asked. “On your face?”

I smiled and nodded, caressing her bottom as I licked my lips again. The girl slowly withdrew her fingers from her pussy and raised them to her mouth, tasting herself.

Then my mom, who had just climaxed while watching us, leaned in close and began licking and kissing my lips. That meant her face was also right next to Kim’s crotch, and as we were kissing, my mother would turn every second or third kiss to lick Kim’s cunt, sliding her tongue up and down the girl’s slit, soaking up her juices, and then put her tongue back in my mouth, letting me share the taste.

My mother and I kissed like that for a long time, enjoying the girl’s delicious pussy juice. Kim watched us, and soon she began fingering her clit.

“Kiss your Mommy, little girl,” she moaned as she masturbated, “kiss your Mommy while she’s licking me.”

A minute later Kim was climaxing again. This orgasm was not as intense as the one before, and she didn’t spray me again, but it was really exciting to watch her come while my mom was licking her pussy right in front of my face and kissing me at the same time.

When she finished, Kim slid her body down until she was resting half on top of me, her thigh laying over mine, and kissed my mouth. My mom shifted around on my other side so she was laying the same way, half on top of me, and she was kissing me as well.

Kim put her fingers down between her legs, then brought them up to my mouth, giving me more of her juices to taste. My mother did the same thing, dipping her fingers into her own cunt and bringing them to my mouth. So then I reached down to my pussy, got my fingers wet, and lifted them to my lips.

They were both kissing me, and my mom and Kim were kissing each other too. We all were sharing the taste of pussy, three pussies, kissing each other’s mouths, rubbing our lips and tongues together. It was so unbelievably sexy, almost like I was making love with both of them at the same time.

As we continued kissing and licking, my mother began sliding her cunt up and down along my leg, just above my knee. Soon she was moving faster that way, while kissing Kim and me at the same time, and she was starting to breathe hard, like she was getting close to an orgasm.

Kim realized what my mom was doing, and then she started doing it too!

This was yet another new thing for me. My mother was fucking my thigh, and in fact, I had two woman fucking my legs at once!

They rubbed themselves against me, harder and faster. I could feel their slippery wetness on my skin, and the heat of their pussies. By now, they’d stopped kissing as they each focused on making themselves come from fucking my leg.

My mother started climaxing first, and then Kim, just after her.

Looking straight into my eyes, my mom said, “Julie, honey, I’m coming on y— AHH!!!!”

Kim, with both hands under my thigh, gripping me to give herself even tighter contact, humped my leg faster and faster until she began coming too. She suddenly straightened herself up, shoved her cunt hard against me, and cried out.

I had two naked women on top of my little body, both of them climaxing loudly. I just laid there and watched, amazed — and also very aroused.

My mom finished and fell against me, limp. Kim finished a moment later, and she too fell onto me.

Thoroughly exhausted, they lay panting on top of me.

I held them, gently stroking their backs, feeling their hot sweaty skin, wishing so much that one of them — or both of them — would kiss my nipples and suck on them, then touch my pussy and make me come.

After a while, though, my mom looked at the clock radio by the bed, and said, “Oh, I hate to say this, but it’s time for me to go get the girls.”

So, she and Kim slowly got up and started getting dressed.

I asked my mother, “Is it okay, Mommy, for me to give myself one more orgasm?”

“Yes, my love, of course it’s okay,” she answered.

As they were getting their clothes on, I masturbated, one hand clutching my little tits and the other rubbing my clit. As excited as I was by everything Kim and my mother had done with me that night, it didn’t take long for me to come.

When I finished my orgasm, my mom, now dressed, leaned over the bed, kissed me gently on the lips, and asked if she could have another taste of my pussy.

I smiled and nodded, giving her a kiss.

She reached down between my legs, covered my hand with hers, and pressed my fingers into the opening of my vagina. Feeling my mother’s hand so close to my pussy was almost enough to make me come again.

She raised my hand to her mouth and tasted my juices as she looked into my eyes. My mom is so hot!

She finished licking my fingers, gave me one more kiss, and then said, “Don’t forget, honey, you need to get some clothes on before I come back with your sisters, okay?”

“Okay, Mommy, I will.”

Just before they left, Kim kissed me too, using a lot of tongue. She put her hand on the inside of my naked thigh, gradually sliding it up very high, almost but not quite touching my pussy. I really wanted her to touch me there.

Pulling away, the pretty girl smiled at me, kissed me once on the nose, and then they went out the door, waving goodbye to me.

Sighing, feeling oddly unsatisfied, I turned on my side and just laid there for a moment. I thought to myself, I know I’m only 12, but god it feels like I am so ready to have actual sex with another woman, or a girl. I wonder how long it will be until that happens?

Then I reminded myself that very few kids my age get to do all the things that I had done. And almost none of them, probably, has a mom like I do who is so great about including me in all her exciting sexual activities. I smiled, grateful for what I had.

I checked the clock and decided I had enough time for at least one more orgasm before I had to put some clothes on. Turning onto my stomach, I humped my hand and fantasized that I was rubbing my pussy on my mother’s leg the way she had rubbed hers on mine.

I imagined kissing her lips, putting my tongue in her mouth, holding her breasts in my hands and squeezing her nipples as I moved my cunt against her leg, faster and faster.

Soon, I was coming, one last time. I felt better.

After a few minutes, I got up from the bed, washed my hands and face, put on my pajamas, and straightened up my mom’s bed. Then I went into the adjoining room where I sat on my own bed and started reading a book, waiting for my sisters and my mother to get back.

Continue on to Chapter 16