Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

My sister Molly was sucking my mother’s nipples. I was masturbating as I watched them. But I wanted more.

I slid down between Mommy’s legs. She was naked. I spread her thighs apart, looking at her wet pussy. My mouth watered. I moved in close, studying her, inhaling deeply of her sweet erotic fragrance. Then I kissed her pussy lips. I kissed her and let my tongue slither out of my mouth, tasting her and probing around as I pressed my mouth over my mother’s sex. I sucked on her clit, feeling her respond, her lovely body shivering with passion. I moved down a little, finding the opening to her vagina, shoving my tongue inside her as deep as it would go. I fucked my mom’s cunt with my tongue.

I felt a warm hand on my back. It was Kate. She joined me between our mother’s legs. I lifted my mouth and smiled at Katie. We kissed. She licked my lips, tasting Mommy’s juices. Then she put her mouth over Mommy’s clit and began sucking. I pulled away. I would let Kate continue eating our mother. I was sure that soon she would make her come in her mouth. As I started to move back up on the bed, I noticed that Kate also had a hand between her own legs, masturbating as she licked Mommy’s cunt.

My mom’s head was propped up on a pillow. I caught her eye. She smiled at me. “I love you, Mommy,” I said to her as I took her other nipple into my mouth and began sucking on it.

“Oh, I love you too, darling,” she sighed, petting my hair. Her other hand was between Molly’s legs, gently stroking her little pussy.

After only a minute or so, I took my mouth away from the stiff nipple. There was something I wanted to ask.

“Molly?”

She glanced over at me, grinning and wiping her chin. “Yeah?”

“When you were in your bedroom earlier tonight with Chelsea, were you guys doing anything other than playing with dolls?”

“Kind of,” she giggled.

“Like what? I mean, were you kissing, maybe?”

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

“Mmm, that’s nice…” Mommy sighed. I’m not sure if she meant it was nice the way Kate was licking her clit, or if it was nice that Molly and Chelsea had been kissing earlier. Maybe both.

“Did you touch each other too? I mean, your private parts?” I asked my sister.

“She touched my nipples.”

“Wow, that’s hot. And was there anything else? Did she maybe kiss your pussy? Or did you kiss hers?”

“Not yet. She said she wanted to, but then her mom told her they had to go home.”

“Oh, that’s too bad.”

We were both gently fondling Mommy’s wet nipples with our fingers as we talked. I went on, “Would you like to do that with her another time? Kiss Chelsea’s pussy? And have her kiss yours?”

“Yeah, I would,” Molly nodded.

I took a deep breath. I was ready for the next step. “Honey, can you see what Kate is doing now with Mommy?”

The little blonde looked down between our mother’s legs. Kate’s eyes were closed. She was licking Mommy’s clit and it appeared that she also had at least one finger up inside her cunt.

“Can you see what she is doing?” I repeated.

“Yeah,” Molly nodded quietly.

“Kate is kissing her pussy,” I told her. “Kissing and licking it. It feels really really nice when a girl does that for you. Even better than when they touch you with their fingers.”

I turned to look at my mother. Her eyes were hooded, her cheeks flushed, her face shiny with sweat. She seemed to be getting close to an orgasm.

“Mommy,” I said, “tell Molly how it feels. Tell her what it feels like to have Katie kissing you and licking you that way.”

“Ah,” our mother panted, “okay…” She licked her lips. She smiled at Molly, her fingers continuing to move between her youngest daughter’s legs, moving faster now.

“It, uh, it feels warm, and nice, and, uh… and very exciting. It’s… it’s even better when it’s your own little girl doing it.” She groaned deeply, a shudder rippling through her body.

“Molly?” I said.

“Yeah?”

“I’m going to ask Mommy to kiss and lick my pussy now, okay?”

“Okay.”

I started getting onto my hands and knees, and then I glanced down at Kate. She was still sucking our mother’s clit, but her eyes were open. She was watching and listening to our conversation.

“Do you want to watch Mommy lick me that way?” I asked Molly. “The way Kate is licking her?”

Molly swallowed. Her eyes were wide. But she nodded, whispering, “Uh-huh.”

I was rubbing myself, stroking my clit as I moved closer to my mother. “And then after Mommy licks me, would you like to have her lick you too?”

“Yeah, I would,” Molly said.

“Oh, fuck!” cried our mother. “Yes!!”

She was coming.

Then I heard a muffled squeal from Kate. Looking down, I saw that she was coming too, bringing herself while somehow managing to keep her mouth fastened over Mommy’s clit and also still fucking her with her finger.

I waited, watching both my mother and my sister Kate enjoy their powerful orgasms.

Molly watched for a moment as well, but then she put her mouth over Mommy’s nipple and began sucking again. Her eyes were open, though, wide open. And as my mother’s climax ended, my baby sister saw me straddle her face.

I took Mommy’s head in my hands. She blinked, still gasping and shuddering from the residual spasms of her orgasm. When I had her full attention, I said, “Molly wants you to lick me, Mommy. She wants to watch you lick my pussy. And when you’re done with me, she wants you to lick her.”

“Molly…” she uttered.

“Tonight we’re finally going to do it,” I told her. “Tonight you’re going to lick Molly’s little pussy and make her come in your mouth.”

“Yes,” she nodded, smiling up at me. “Finally.”

Then she pulled me in, grabbing my bottom, bringing my smooth shaved cunt to her mouth. She began kissing me and licking me, her lips warm and moist, her tongue wet and hot. I’d already been masturbating and I was very close. And now the feel of my mother’s mouth on my pussy — combined with the knowledge that my 8-year-old little sister was right behind me, watching intently — well, that was enough to put me over the top.

Within seconds I was coming. I was surprised how fast it happened.

“God!” I screamed. My thighs clamped together around my mom’s head. I had one hand on the bedroom wall, supporting myself, the other hand gripping my mother’s blonde hair, pulling her in even tighter against me. She sucked my clit, and then I felt a finger going inside me, shoving up inside my vagina even as I continued to climax. Someone was fucking me.

As fast as my orgasm began, it ended almost as quickly. It was strong and sharp, lightning fast and hot. Two or three huge spasms, and then I was left trembling in the aftermath.

But that finger kept moving inside me. A small finger, not as long as my mom’s. Could it be Kate? Or was it…?

I managed to open my eyes and glance behind me. It was Molly! My baby sister Molly was fucking my cunt with her finger!!

“Fuck me, Molly! Fuck me!” I encouraged.

As I said that, my mother resumed licking my pussy. I looked down at her. Her eyes were closed. She was moaning in pleasure as her pink tongue lapped at my erect clit. What a sight that was! Can you just imagine how totally hot it is to see your own mom licking your clit? While at the same time your little sister is fucking you with her finger? It was insanely sexy.

Another delirious climax followed within a minute or so. This one was not as jolting, but it was very wet and it lasted longer too. That little finger kept pumping inside me, my mother’s hot tongue was on my clit, and it seemed like I would never stop coming.

At last, though, I’d had all I could take. I fell off to the side, lying on the bed next to Mommy. I put both hands over my vulva, trying to soothe my overheated sex.

My mom turned toward me, bringing her mouth to mine, kissing me. I tasted myself on her lips. Then Molly was there too. She was kissing me, and Mommy and Molly were kissing each other. I suddenly realized that Molly was now tasting my juices on our mother’s lips.

Kate came up from between Mommy’s legs and joined us. Her face was wet and slippery with our mom’s pussy juice. She kissed me and she kissed Mommy and she kissed Molly. We all kissed each other, spreading our juices and our love and our lust all around.

God, it was so amazing, so sexy and delicious, everything I had ever wanted.

Well, almost everything.

After a nice long round of hugs and kisses, I grinned at them.

“Okay, Molly,” I said, “it’s your turn now. It’s time for you to sit on Mommy’s face and let her lick your pussy.”

“Wow, really?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “If you want to, I mean. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Molly turned and looked into Mommy’s eyes.

Our mother smiled at her. “Whatever you want, precious. Whatever will make you the most happy little girl.” She nuzzled her nose and kissed her lips.

“You should do it,” Kate said. “It feels amazing.”

Our little sister giggled. “You guys sure seem to like it.”

“Yeah, we do,” I agreed. “Both ways. I mean, it feels really good to lick someone, and it feels even better to have someone lick you.”

Molly paused for a moment, and then nodded, “Okay.”

“Okay, what?” our mother asked.

“Um, okay, I want you to lick me now.”

The way she said that made us all laugh, Molly included. We released some of our pent-up sexual tension brought on by the incredible realization of what was happening — a mother in bed with her young children, getting ready to lick a little girl’s pussy while her other daughters watched.

It was hard to believe it was real, but it was. No longer just a fantasy, my blonde baby sister was actually climbing up on top of my mom’s face. Kate and I moved in very close, wanting to see everything.

Before she began, Mommy gazed at Molly’s pussy for a moment, at her puffy white labia, completely smooth and hairless, and then looked up into her eyes.

“Honey,” she whispered, “I’m doing this because I love you so much. And because I want to make you feel good.”

“I know, Mommy,” my little sister nodded, smiling.

And then our mother returned her gaze to Molly’s sex. She slowly raised her head, bringing her lips to meet Molly’s labia. She kissed her, kissed her very tenderly… twice, three times… but on the fourth kiss, she gripped Molly’s bottom and pulled her close, her lips now pressing hard against the child’s pussy.

Mommy nuzzled her, moaning softly as she slid her lips around on Molly’s labia, her mouth coming open now, her tongue slipping out to lick her, to slide between Molly’s pussy lips, to probe inside.

Molly groaned heavily as she felt Mommy’s tongue on her clit. I looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed with excitement. It was so erotic! I began rubbing my own pussy as I watched.

Would she actually come? God, I hoped she would! I didn’t think Molly had ever had an orgasm before. She’d recently told me and Kate that she had never masturbated, so I was pretty sure this would be her first climax. I knew that it was certainly possible for girls her age, or even younger, to have orgasms. I’d brought both a 6-year-old and a 7-year-old girl to climax in my mouth during the orgy in Vermont, and there seemed to be no reason Molly couldn’t get there too, as our mother licked her clit.

“Oh, yeah… oh, yeah… oh, yeah…”

That was Katie’s voice. She was on her back, her head on the pillow right next to Mommy’s, looking up and watching as our mom licked our baby sister’s pussy. Kate was fucking herself with her finger and it looked like she was getting very close.

“Mommy, Mommy, oh my god,” Molly whispered. She was trembling all over. I could tell that she was right on the edge, her first climax only moments away. I rubbed my pussy faster. I wanted to come with her, at the exact same time if I could.

Mommy had her eyes open. She was studying Molly’s face, gauging her reactions to the way she was licking her. Apparently she wanted to see what would give her the most pleasure, the most intense response. Her fingers held Molly’s labia apart. Her tongue eagerly lapped from my sister’s immature vagina up to her stiff little clit.

As I watched, Mommy slid her tongue inside the opening to Molly’s vagina. That made Molly yelp with arousal. Then my mother fastened her mouth over the child’s clit, sucking on it. And that’s when Molly came.

“Eahh!” she squealed, her eyes shut tight, her face bright red. Mommy kept sucking her little clit, extending the orgasm. I heard Kate reach her climax. Then I did too.

 

It took us a while to recover.

My orgasm lasted a really long time. My eyes were closed, my hand squeezed between my thighs. As the final spasms faded away, I blinked, opening my eyes. I could see that Molly was lying on top of Mommy, her head between her breasts. She was still breathing heavily, resting with her eyes closed as my mom gently petted her hair.

Kate’s cute face appeared on the other side of our mother. “Man, that was awesome,” she grinned. “We shoulda done that a long time ago.”

Mommy chuckled, “You think so?”

“Yeah, for sure,” Kate enthused. “I wasn’t, I mean, I didn’t really know if we should, but it was like, it was like, just awesome.”

Leaning over to kiss her, Mommy said, “I’m glad you liked it.”

I sat up. “Kate, you wanna have Molly lick you now?”

“What?”

“I can show her how,” I nodded. “I know she’s never done it, but I can show her how.”

I was really taking charge that night. I don’t know how or why it turned out that way, but it did.

Molly raised her head from our mother’s chest. She was staring at me. For a moment, I thought that Mommy might say something, perhaps try to slow me down a little. She didn’t, though, and I was glad.

“Do you want to do that, Molly? Lick Katie, the way Mommy licked you?”

Molly glanced at our mother, who just smiled and winked.

“I can show you how,” I urged. “It’s fun, you’ll like it.”

Without waiting for a reply, I clambered over to the other side of the bed. I pushed Kate’s slender thighs apart. “C’mere, Molly, let me show you.”

My baby sister joined me between Kate’s legs. We lay down side by side. Her little body was warm next to mine.

Using my fingers, I carefully opened Kate’s pussy. “Right there,” I said, pointing, “that’s her vagina. You can put your tongue inside, or your finger. Either way, it’ll feel great for her.”

“Okay,” Molly nodded.

“And up here, um, you sort of have to pull the skin back to see it… but… right there, that’s her clit. See?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And you can suck her clit just like you suck her nipple. Or you can lick it or kiss it. But if you suck it, that’ll drive her crazy. Especially if you have your finger inside her vagina at the same time.”

“Oh my god…” Kate sighed. I don’t think she’d expected anything quite like this to happen, being involved in cunnilingus lessons for an 8-year-old girl.

“You want to try it now?” I asked Molly. “Go ahead.”

She swallowed, nervously licking her lips. Then she murmured, “Okay.”

“Start by just kissing her. Kiss her clit, okay?”

“All right.”

Closing her eyes, she brought her full pink lips to meet Kate’s little clitty. She kissed it once, then drew back quickly, looking at me and at our mom, giggling and grinning at us.

“You’re doing fine, honey,” Mommy smiled. I noticed then that she was starting to masturbate as she watched the lesson I was giving.

“Try it again,” I said. “Kiss her some more. But this time kiss her, you know, with your tongue, like the way you said you kissed Riley.”

“Okay,” Molly nodded.

She put her mouth over Kate’s clit. Kate helped by pulling her labia back, exposing the fleshy little bud. Molly kissed her clit, slowly moving her tongue and lips around, obviously a natural at giving oral pleasure to another girl.

“Oh, fuck,” Kate groaned.

“That’s perfect,” I said, “just right.” I began rubbing my pussy.

Without even being instructed, Molly slid a finger, the middle finger of her right hand into Kate’s vagina while she continued sucking her clit.

“God, fuck, yes!” Katie moaned.

“Don’t stop,” I told my baby sister. “Keep doing what you’re doing. Move your finger inside her and suck on her clit and pretty soon she’ll have an orgasm.”

Molly nodded, her lips and tongue busily working, her finger moving faster in and out of Kate’s vagina.

“Yes, yes, lick her pussy!” Mommy urged. She was fucking herself with two fingers now as she watched her youngest daughter eating another girl for the first time.

I was rubbing myself too, although I wasn’t really close. I wanted to focus if I could on helping Molly, making sure she felt comfortable with what she was doing. But she seemed very much at ease with it. Her eyes were closed and she made soft little moaning sounds as she sucked and licked Kate’s clit.

It didn’t take long. Kate was panting and groaning, her body trembling all over. Then suddenly she went rigid. “Oh god, oh god, I’m gonna come!” she cried.

“Oh fuck!!” I heard Mommy say as she pressed her fingers deep inside her cunt, bringing herself.

I didn’t climax with them, but I was very happy that I was able to watch it all. To see my 10-year-old sister have an orgasm as my even younger sister licked her pussy, and to know that our mother was right there watching us and masturbating — what an amazing night that was!

I may not have had an orgasm right then, but I was nearly overcome with lust. As soon as Molly lifted her face from Katie’s crotch, grinning broadly, clearly very proud of what she had done, I grabbed her and pulled her against me, kissing her, shoving my tongue into her mouth, tasting Kate’s cunt juice. Molly put her arms around me and we kissed like lovers, lesbian lovers, even though we were sisters, 8 and 12 years old.

We kissed for at least a minute or so, and then I took her face in my hands, looking into her eyes. “I want to lick you now,” I panted, almost breathless, “and I want you to lick me at the same time, okay?”

“Okay,” she nodded, smiling happily.

I kissed her once more and then turned onto my back, lying crosswise on the bed. I positioned Molly on top of me, her face at my crotch, her pussy just above me. Without saying another word, I began kissing her and licking her, and she did the same for me. Next to us, I soon realized, Mommy and Kate were following our example, with Kate on the bottom and Mommy on top in a ‘69’.

We licked and sucked each other, and before long I started to hear the sounds of orgasms. Mommy came first, then Kate. I was already getting close too.

But I really, really wanted Molly to come, wanted to give my little sister her second orgasm. So I did what Mommy had done, pressed my tongue inside the opening of Molly’s sweet pink vagina, pushing it in as far as it would go, wriggling it around, feeling her squirm in response. I fucked her with my tongue, and then I followed that by sucking on her clit.

Suddenly I felt her finger going inside me, two fingers, no, it was three fingers!! Omigod, I had never had three fingers inside me before. She was just a little girl, of course, with small fingers, but she filled my pussy up, making me want to scream with pleasure.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her warm body tightly against mine, sucking her clit. She was sucking my clit too, and I couldn’t stand it any more, I couldn’t hold back, I couldn’t wait any longer, I had to come.

And just then I felt my sister shuddering all over, her body tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing, and I heard a squeal of climactic pleasure from between my legs. Molly was coming, and I came with her. We came together.

Continue on to Chapter 82

By Naughty Mommy

Sunday was sort of a normal day for us. I slept in late for once, almost as late my sister Kate. After we got up, we had breakfast and then Mommy asked us to do some work out in the yard with her. It was spring, the time for planting lots of flowers and vegetables (tomatoes, peppers, and squash), and some herbs too.

As we worked, I kept thinking about my phone conversation with Dana the night before. I wondered what else she and her daughter might have done together after they got in bed. It made me very excited.

Kate and my mom went to the gym that afternoon. I stayed home with Molly. I was tempted to get naughty with her, but for some reason I didn’t. She played with her Barbies and I read a novel.

After dinner that night, we all watched a movie together, another musical. This time it was Cabaret. I had never seen it before, and it was absolutely amazing. So good.

Later in bed, I masturbated, of course, as I did almost every night. Sometimes Mommy and Kate and I would do it together, but she said it was already too late that night after the movie ended, so we went to bed. I thought about Dana and Chelsea as I touched myself, and I thought about Molly too. I remembered watching her face as she kissed my pussy when we were playing Truth or Dare. That made me come really hard.

* * *

The next night after dinner, while Kate and I were cleaning up the kitchen, I heard my mom on the phone talking to Dana. She was inviting them to come to our place on Saturday night for dinner! Wow, that would definitely be interesting. I started wondering right away what might happen.

As Mommy had predicted, she wasn’t as busy that week at work as she had been the week before. She was able to come home at the normal time, and she was happy to let Kate and me masturbate with her a few times.

God, I just loved doing that. We would get naked and describe our hottest fantasies and kiss each other while we played with our pussies. Almost every night we each had several great orgasms in our mother’s bed. I also used that time to keep reminding my mom how much I wanted to get Molly involved with us too. It always excited her when I would bring that up, although she wasn’t ready yet to make a commitment about actually doing it. I was willing to wait, but I wasn’t willing to keep quiet about my desires to have sex with my little sister. Kate agreed with me, she wanted the same thing, but she let me take the lead in asking our mother about it.

On Friday, Kate’s basketball team had their last game of the season. It was at 3:30, right after school. Mommy left work early and joined me and Molly in the stands to cheer for them. Kate had a terrific game and the team won, so everyone was really happy.

That night, there was a party for the team at a pizza place near the school. All the families were invited. I had a good time checking out some of the hot moms I hadn’t seen before. I loved looking at them together with their daughters and imagining them in bed together. My mind was (and still is) constantly doing that, seeing mothers and their little girls and picturing them having sex. Sometimes I even get to see it happen in real life!

Then it was Saturday. My mom talked to me about what we should make for dinner. The weather was perfect, so we decided to get some chicken and vegetables and grill them outside in the backyard. Our house didn’t have a pool — Mommy said they were just too much trouble — but the yard was really nice. We had a brick patio with chairs and umbrellas. It was the first week of May, and a lot of the flowers were in bloom.

Dana and Chelsea arrived at 5:30. The darling 7-year-old girl was wearing tight pink short shorts and an orange tank top along with pink sneakers. Her mom was in a very cute and sexy sundress, yellow and white with a halter top. It came to just above her pretty knees.

Dana’s blonde hair was in a ponytail. She had almost no makeup on. She was wearing flat sandals with her sundress, and she was so tiny it was almost like they were two young girls coming to dinner instead of a mother and daughter.

Before they got there, I’d gone upstairs and changed from my jeans into a denim miniskirt and a sleeveless white blouse with no bra. I was barefoot. My mother was in a little red dress, very short, with a scooped neckline. She wore red heels. Kate and Molly were both wearing shorts and t-shirts. They were barefoot, like me.

Mommy and Dana sat together in the sun and sipped glasses of white wine while I watched the stuff on the grill. We were slowly cooking onions and tomatoes and mushrooms and zucchini in addition to the marinated chicken. Kate and Molly and Chelsea played on the old swing set in the back of the yard.

We ate dinner outside. My mom and Dana seemed to really get on well. They sat next to each other, talking the whole time. I sat beside Chelsea, watching her bounce happily up and down as she enjoyed her chicken. It was interesting to see her next to Molly. They were only about a year apart in age, but Chelsea was much smaller than my sister.

After dinner, my mother put Kate and Molly in charge of cleaning up. Chelsea offered to help. I supervised at first, but it seemed like Kate was handling everything just fine, so I went out to sit on the patio with Mommy and Dana as the sun went down.

“He wouldn’t leave me alone, no matter what I did,” Dana was saying, “and my mom wouldn’t do anything about it. I tried to tell her but she didn’t seem to care. So I left.”

Later I learned the whole story. Dana’s mother was an alcoholic and a drug addict. They lived in a ratty trailer, perpetually on the edge of poverty and homelessness. Her mom brought in a series of unpleasant men to live with them temporarily, and more than one of the men had molested Dana when she was still a little girl. It continued happening.

By the time she was 14 years old, she’d had enough. Dana started trying to fight back, but her mother always took the side of the men. Finally, at 15, she left home for good. She ran away, got hold of a fake ID, and began earning money as a cocktail waitress and then as a topless dancer.

“Right after I turned 17,” she told us, “I made my first video, you know, porn.”

“Wow, what was that like?” my mom asked.

“I didn’t mind it that much,” Dana giggled. “My specialty was girl-girl, and I liked the sex a lot, a whole lot. I looked really young, you know — well, I was young, but I looked even younger — and so my videos were popular. I made some nice money from that. But it wasn’t always easy.”

Dana said the lifestyle could be pretty rough sometimes. She managed to stay away from drugs, which was a major problem for some of the girls she knew. She traveled around the country, danced at different clubs, made videos, and wondered how she would ever break out of that cycle.

At 19, she discovered she was pregnant. She wasn’t sure who the father was, and she seriously considered having an abortion, but eventually decided to have the child. That was Chelsea, of course. Then Dana got a break. When she was dancing, she’d met a man in Atlanta who owned a car dealership. He had always been very nice to her, acting more like a father or a mentor than as a sex partner, although he did enjoy having her fellate him. The man offered to support her while she was raising her little girl. Dana accepted the arrangement, at least until she could get firmly on her feet.

By the time Chelsea was 3 years old, Dana had earned her GED and was starting to work for herself, to earn a regular living. At first it was only retail, clerking in a department store. She wasn’t making much money, but she told the man, her benefactor, that she really wanted to be on her own.

After breaking it off with him, she moved to our city, found a better job, and had not had sex with a man since then. Dana worked hard, scrimped and saved, kept trying to improve her situation and make the best possible life for herself and her daughter.

“And that’s where I am now,” she sighed. “Sometimes I feel like I’ve already lived so much, like I’m older than I should be.”

It was funny to hear her say that, since she still looked like a teenager. But I guess she must have felt different inside.

My mother took her hand. “You should be very proud, Dana. You’ve done extremely well. Not many people could overcome all the things you’ve had to face.”

“Thank you,” Dana grinned at us, that gorgeous smile that melted my heart.

The kids came out to see us then. They were done cleaning up the dishes. It was getting dark, so we soon went inside the house. Earlier in the day, we’d baked brownies, and now my mom served them for dessert. Mommy and Dana sat beside each other on the sofa.

After eating a brownie apiece, Molly and Chelsea trotted upstairs to play with Molly’s dollhouse. Dana started talking with Kate about basketball and swimming and her other athletic activities.

“I never got to do any of that stuff when I was in school,” she said, “but I wish I had. I might not be any good, but it seems like a lot of fun, playing sports with girls.”

“Yeah, it really is,” Kate nodded. She was sitting on the floor, looking up at Dana, smiling at her. I was sitting in an armchair.

“Which sport do you like best?” Dana asked. In addition to basketball and the swim team, Kate played softball and soccer.

“Um, I think maybe basketball,” my sister replied, “because it’s such a total team thing. You really have to work together, practice a lot, you know, working on plays and stuff. It’s fun.”

“They just had their final game of the basketball season last night,” our mother added. “My little girl was the team captain.”

Kate blushed, but she looked proud.

We talked for another few minutes. At one point, Mommy leaned toward Dana, tenderly brushing the back of her fingers on the young woman’s cheek. It looked like she might be getting ready to kiss her. Kate caught my eye. She was obviously as excited about that possibility as I was.

They didn’t quite kiss. They gazed steadily into each other’s eyes, and my mom licked her lips. Dana was breathing hard. You could really feel the sexual tension in the room. But then Mommy leaned back and sighed. She glanced at Kate and at me, winking at us.

“While you were inside earlier cleaning things up, Kate,” our mother said, “Dana told Julie and me that at one time she made some porno videos, girl on girl, the kind we like to watch.”

“She did?” Kate stared at the diminutive blonde, her eyes wide.

Mommy turned back to Dana. “I hope you don’t mind me telling Kate about that. I share just about everything with my girls. In fact, we enjoy watching porn and masturbating together.”

“No, I, I don’t mind.” Dana blinked. She seemed a little flustered, not angry at all, just surprised at what she was hearing. “That’s, wow, that’s… wow…”

“Have you told Chelsea about your past?” our mother asked.

“No, I, um, well, she knows that I like girls, that I’m, you know, a lesbian. But she doesn’t know yet about my stripping, or the, uh, the movies I made.”

This was the first time I’d heard her state that she was a lesbian. It made me wonder what sort of clubs she went to when she went out.

It was quiet for a minute. Dana fidgeted, uncrossing and then recrossing her legs. Kate continued staring at her, apparently trying to picture her naked, making love on camera with other sexy women.

Finally I said, “When I, um, when I’m over at your place and Chelsea and I play dress-up, it seems like she already knows how to, I mean, that she really likes to pose and everything. And she’s good at it too.”

“Yeah, I know,” Dana giggled. “I just started doing that with her a few months ago, putting on sexy outfits and looking at ourselves in the mirror and stuff. It’s sort of bad, I guess, but we have fun with it.”

“Have you let her watch you masturbate?” Mommy asked. I knew that she already knew the answer. But maybe she just wanted to hear Dana say it.

The young mother paused, looking down at her hands in her lap. Then she looked up again. “Yeah, I have. Do you think that’s bad?”

“No, not at all,” Mommy said quickly. “My daughters like watching me masturbate. Don’t you, girls?”

“Yeah, totally, it’s hot,” Kate responded. I nodded my agreement.

Our mother went on, “I think it’s only natural for a woman to want to give her daughters an education in sexual matters, to give them a good start. I know a lot of other moms who have done that, who have shared their sexuality with their girls. If you do it with love and tenderness, it can be a truly beautiful thing.” As she said that, she slowly pulled up the hem of her dress, showing off her beautiful legs.

“Maybe you’re right,” Dana muttered nervously, as she glanced at our mother’s legs.

“That doesn’t mean it’s for everyone,” Mommy added, “but it works for me, with my daughters. We’re very happy that way.”

No one spoke again for another few moments.

Mommy rested her hand gently on Dana’s shoulder, then brushed her cheek again with her fingers. “We can help you, if you’d like that,” she said softly.

Dana licked her lips. Her body was trembling. I suddenly noticed that her eyes were filling with tears. She turned to my mom, looking at her. Then she whispered, “I want to do what’s best for her. For Chelsea. You know?”

“Yes, of course you do,” Mommy said. “You love her very much.”

“Yeah, I do. I really do. So much.” Dana took a deep breath and swallowed before continuing. “But I, like, I mean… I kind of want her too, you know? Is that bad?”

“No, it’s not bad,” Mommy shook her head. “It’s natural. She’s a very cute girl, very appealing, and you’re a young woman with a healthy sex drive. Of course you would want her, just like I want my girls, all three of them.”

I was getting so turned on. Looking at my mom’s long gorgeous legs and Dana’s cute little legs and imagining the two of them in bed together — with me and Kate between them, and maybe Molly and Chelsea too! — god, I could hardly stand it. I squeezed my thighs together, stimulating my clit.

The young blonde wiped a tear from her eye. “I, well, maybe you could, you know, give me some advice. You seem so much, I mean, like you’ve really got it together and everything.”

Mommy smiled, caressing the woman’s neck. “I’d be happy to help in any way I can. You can ask me about anything, anything at all. Call me any time you need to talk. Or more than talk, if you want that.”

Dana returned her smile, then turned to me. “Julie is such an angel. I, I feel so close to her.” She looked at my sister. “And Kate, and Molly too.” We could hear the little girls laughing together upstairs. “I feel so lucky that we met you.”

“I’m glad you did too.” Mommy leaned in and gave her a kiss then, a soft kiss, not very long, but right on the lips. As our mother began to draw away, Dana put her hand on her cheek, bringing her back for another kiss, a little longer this time.

Kate glanced at me again, raising her eyebrows as if to ask, ‘Are they gonna do it now, right in front of us?’

They finished the second kiss. For a moment the two women gazed into each other’s eyes. Then Dana cleared her throat and looked at her watch. “Okay, um, I guess I need to get Chelsea home and in bed.”

I wanted Mommy to stop her, to suggest they stay later or something, maybe even spend the night. But she didn’t. I guess she figured that things would happen when and if they were supposed to happened.

Dana stood up. “Chelsea?” she called.

“Yeah, Mommy?”

We heard running little girl feet and looked up to see Molly and Chelsea leaning over the second floor railing, beaming down at us. Their faces were flushed with excitement. It struck me that they may have been doing something more than just playing with dolls up there.

“We have to go home now, honey.”

“Oh, Mommy, do we have to?”

“Yes, baby, we do. It’s getting late, and we don’t want to overstay our welcome.”

Again I was hoping our mother would contradict her. It wasn’t really that late, not quite 9:30, and I really wanted them to stay. I wanted to have sex with them!

“Come on, sweetie.”

“Okay,” Chelsea sighed dramatically. She and Molly came slowly down the stairs.

We said goodbye, getting nice big hugs and kisses all the way around. Then we walked them out to their car. Mommy told Dana, “Remember what I said, now. You can call me anytime you want to talk, okay?”

“Okay, thanks, I will.” Dana flashed that amazing smile. We watched them get in and drive away.

As we went back into the house, closing the door behind us, Mommy said, “You know what I want to do now, girls? I want to go get in bed and cuddle with my three beautiful daughters. Can we do that?”

“Sure!” we eagerly agreed.

Soon we were nestled snuggly inside her bed, all of us naked, a single lamp on a bedside table casting a soft glow on our nude bodies. Molly was lying on top of our mom, my sister and I on either side of her. It was warm in the room, and we had the sheets pushed down around our knees.

Mommy held Molly’s face in her hands, tenderly kissing her lips as Kate and I watched.

“Molly, honey?” our mother whispered.

“Yes, Mommy?”

“Would you like to suck my nipples tonight? And suck your sisters’ nipples too?”

“Yeah, I would,” she giggled.

Mommy kissed her again. But this time she parted her lips, letting her tongue slip out and tease Molly’s lips. Molly squeaked in delight. For a moment her eyes went wide, but then she closed them again and opened her mouth. Mommy pulled her close and the two of them began kissing deeply and wetly, like lesbian lovers.

I had never seen them kiss that way before. I’m not sure if it was the first time for them to do it, but I think it was. Anyway, it was totally exciting for me. I put a hand between my legs and started playing with myself as I watched my mother sensually kissing my 8-year-old baby sister. I glanced over at Kate and saw that she was masturbating too.

Molly had her little hands on our mom’s breasts. She was squeezing them and pinching the erect nipples as they kissed. They were both breathing hard. My pussy was getting very wet. And then I saw something else I hadn’t ever seen. I knew my mom had touched Molly’s pussy before, but I thought she’d said it was always over the outside of my baby sister’s undies.

Not this time.

As they went on kissing, Mommy reached a hand down between Molly’s legs, caressing her puffy labia. Molly instinctively responded by pulling her knees forward and raising her bottom, giving our mother easier access to her pussy.

I shifted a little lower on the bed so I could see exactly how Mommy was touching her. As I watched, my mother used her fingers to spread Molly’s pussy lips apart and then slid her long middle finger inside the crack. I heard Molly gasp when our mother touched her clit. Once she’d located the little button, Mommy played with it, her middle finger rubbing gently up and down.

Molly was trembling with excitement now. Suddenly ending their kiss, she turned her head and moved down to find Mommy’s breast. Before she began sucking, though, Molly paused, fingering the hard nipple, gazing at it. She extended her tongue and licked it once, teasing the very tip.

Our mother groaned in pleasure. “Yes, baby, yes,” she whispered, petting her daughter’s silky blonde curls while she continued masturbating her.

Molly glanced up at my mom, catching her eye. They smiled at each other. Then the little girl returned her attention to Mommy’s breast, opening her mouth wide and taking it in, sucking hard at the erect nipple.

I heard Kate begin to squeal. She was coming, already bringing herself to climax as she watched our mother and our little sister making love.

My pussy was very wet. I was almost ready to come as well.

But I wanted more. I wanted more than just to masturbate again as Molly sucked on Mommy’s nipples. We’d done that before, on several occasions. I was determined that tonight we would go further, much further.

Continue on to Chapter 81

By Naughty Mommy

It had been a really busy week for our mother. Twice she’d had to stay late at the office, and every night she lugged home a briefcase full of papers to study. She told us she was in the middle of another big case, a lawsuit involving wrongful deaths at a factory or something. I didn’t really understand it, but Kate seemed interested, asking Mommy lots of questions about it.

Anyway, our mom was kind of distracted, so Kate and I didn’t get to have as much fun with her in bed that week as we usually would. We masturbated with her a couple of times, but not every night. On Friday, of course, I went to Dana’s to babysit for them, and I definitely had a good time there.

When Chelsea and her mom brought me home that evening at about 9:30, Kate was still up, naturally, and Molly was too. They were on the sofa with Mommy, watching the end of Singin’ in the Rain. Molly was on our mother’s lap. I sat down beside them to enjoy the last scene. What a great movie that is.

At the triumphant kiss and fade to black, we all sighed happily. Mommy turned off the TV. She laid her head on the back of the sofa, closing her eyes. “What a week this has been. I’m glad it’s over.”

“Will next week be busy too?” I asked.

“No, it shouldn’t be, not nearly as bad. I finished up the final draft of our filing today. Once that’s submitted, we’ll wait for a response. It’s likely I’ll have at least a few days now to catch my breath.” Her eyes were still closed.

“That’s good.”

I paused. I wanted to say something about Molly, about the important conversation we were supposed to have with her. I wanted to suggest we have the discussion then — but I didn’t, mostly because my mom seemed so worn out that night. I waited to see what would happen next.

Nothing happened. After a few minutes, Kate got up from the sofa and went upstairs. No one had said anything else. It looked like our mother might fall asleep with Molly on her lap. Molly’s eyes were closed too. I went up to my room and got into bed.

* * *

The next night, Saturday, I had a babysitting job at Elaine’s. Mommy dropped me off at 7:30. I took care of Britney and Justin, playing with them for about an hour before getting them ready for bed. Then I had some time to myself, a lot of time. Elaine had told me she’d be back around 12:30 or 1:00.

I fussed around for a while, picking up some of her magazines and leafing through them, checking in the kitchen for snacks, turning on the TV and surfing aimlessly around the channels, but soon turning it off.

Then I went to the phone, which had a cordless receiver. I took it back to the couch and sat down, reaching into my backpack and digging out my secret notebook. I found Dana’s phone number and punched it in. After a few rings, she answered.

“Hello?”

“Hi, um, Dana?”

“Julie? Hey, how are you?”

“Good. I just, um, I was babysitting at, you know, at Elaine’s, and I just thought I’d call and say hi.”

“Oh, how nice. I was thinking about you today.”

“You were?”

“Yeah, I, when I put away that dress I was wearing, you know, the little polka dot one?”

“Uh-huh.”

She giggled, “It was really fun putting that on for you and stuff. I haven’t worn it in such a long time.”

“Yeah, it was fun. But, um, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, of course.”

“Well, maybe you don’t want to tell me, but I was curious how come you have a dress like that… I mean, it’s like a costume or something, isn’t it?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Julie, it’s a long story. It really is. I’ll tell you about it sometime, but I’m not sure I want to go into that now.”

Dana paused. I thought she might add something else then, but she didn’t. So, I said, “Okay, so, um, what are you guys doing tonight?”

“Nothing special. Chelsea’s playing in her room. It’s almost time for her to get ready for bed, I guess. Except…” She paused again.

“Yeah?”

“Well,” her voice got quiet, “I think I’m going to have her sleep with me in my bed again tonight. Do you think that’s bad?”

“No. Why would it be bad?”

“I don’t know. But…”

Another long pause. When she spoke again, it was in a husky voice. “What are you wearing, Julie?”

I was taken aback. But I answered, “Um, like, jeans and a t-shirt.”

“Are you wearing panties or a bra?”

“Yeah, both.”

“I wish I could see you,” she panted. “I want to see you naked.”

Suddenly I realized what was going on. Dana was masturbating while we talked on the phone!

“Are you — are you playing with yourself?” I asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“Wow. Um, what are you wearing?”

“Just a t-shirt and panties. No bra.”

“What color panties?”

“Oh, uh, they’re flowered. White with flowers. And they’re tiny panties. They hardly cover anything.”

“Nice.”

I had my jeans open now, my hand inside my own undies. “Is your pussy wet?” I asked.

“Uh-huh, very wet. I was thinking about you earlier today too. This morning when I put that dress away. I remembered the way you looked in my underwear. You’re so sexy. I got Chelsea and I had her kiss me and we talked about you.”

“You did?” That was really hot, hearing that Dana and her little girl had been kissing each other while they talked about me. I rubbed my clit faster.

“We were on my bed. She was kissing me and I asked her if she liked kissing you, and I was touching myself, Julie, I was masturbating while my daughter kissed me.”

“I’m masturbating right now, Dana. I’m rubbing my clit. It’s getting big and hard and it feels so good.”

“Yeah? I wish I could see you. Tell me more about it.”

“Okay. So, right now I’m reaching up under my shirt so I can touch my tits. I’m, uh, pushing my bra up, out of the way, and feeling my nipples. Ooh, it’s nice. I love touching my nipples. It makes me wet.”

“Yeah, me too. My nipples are so hard. I wish you… I wish you could kiss them.”

“I’d like that. But do you, um, do you ever have Chelsea kiss them?”

“No, I — do you think I should?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

Licking my fingers, I rubbed the wetness over the ends of my nipples. It made my clit tingle. Then I told her, “Sometimes I kiss my mom’s nipples.”

“Do you?”

“Uh-huh. She likes that.”

“God, that’s so hot. Tell me more about it.”

“She, you know, I told you that I kiss her, right? The way you kiss Chelsea?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And she rubs her clit while I kiss her. And then she holds her boobs in her hands and she pinches her nipples and asks me to kiss them.”

“Oh my god. Ooh, jesus, I’m getting close.”

“Are you? What are you gonna do if Chelsea comes out and sees you?”

“Nothing. She’s seen me before.”

“Do you like having her watch you?”

“Yeah, I do. I do.” She was breathing very hard.

“I love watching my mom masturbate. She puts her fingers inside and fucks herself.”

“Does she?”

“Uh-huh. And then, and then after she comes, she’ll take her fingers out and let me taste her.”

“Oh my god Julie — I — EEAHH!!”

I waited for a minute, listening to her climax. I wasn’t quite there myself, but I kept rubbing my clit. It was really exciting to know that she was having an orgasm on the other end of the phone. I’d never done anything like this before.

Finally she was able to speak again. “God that was… god that was hot,” she panted. “My pussy’s so wet, it’s just… mmm…”

I heard slurping sounds, like she was sucking her fingers. I rubbed my clit faster. “Dana?”

“Yeah?”

“I want to make myself come.”

“Okay.”

“And, um, I want you to tell me about kissing your daughter while you were, uh, while you guys were talking about me.”

“Okay, I, we were on my bed, and she was laying on top of me. I was, I was in a robe, just a robe, nothing else. She was kissing me. She was laying on top of me. Chelsea was kissing me.”

Dana was breathing very fast. I was sure she’d started masturbating again.

“Were you playing with yourself?”

“Yeah, I was. I do that a lot. When my daughter sleeps in my bed and kisses me, I rub my clit and make myself come.”

“That’s hot.”

“I know.”

“But, do you ever… um, do you ever want to have her touch you? I mean, feel how you’re touching yourself.”

“I don’t know, I — oh god, I’m getting close again.”

“Dana?”

“Huh?”

“Wait for me, okay? Can you wait until I’m ready? I want us to come at the same time.”

“Okay… okay…” she took a deep breath, apparently slowing her movements.

“I’m sorry. I just, I really want us to come together, you know?”

“I know. I want that too.”

“Tell me more about kissing Chelsea.”

“Okay. She’s so, she so pretty and cute, and she loves kissing me. We started doing that, I don’t know, last year sometime, last fall. I was lonely and she was so cute and pretty, and so I showed her how girls kiss each other. She liked it a lot and now we do it all the time.”

“I like kissing her too.” I slid a finger up inside my vagina. I was very wet and very tight. It made me groan.

“Are you getting close?” she asked.

“Not yet. It feels good, but, like, I mean, I’ve never done this before, on the phone. I’m sort of nervous about it.”

“What can I do to help you?”

“Do you really want to?” I suddenly had an inspiration, a very dirty idea.

“Sure I do.”

“Go get Chelsea. I want you to kiss her while you’re talking to me on the phone.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Just a minute.”

It got quiet. I waited, still rubbing my clit.

A minute later, I heard their voices approaching, and then the sound of the handset being picked up.

“Julie?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay, I’m back.” Then she said to Chelsea. “It’s Miss Julie. Say hi to her.”

“Hi, Miss Julie!” Chelsea’s excited little voice.

“Hi, honey!”

“Mommy says you want me to kiss her.”

“Yeah, I do.”

Now I was definitely getting excited. It was one thing to masturbate with a woman on the other end of the phone, but quite another thing to masturbate while talking to a 7-year-old girl!

Chelsea didn’t say anything else. I heard soft moans and some smacking sounds. They were kissing. A mother and her young daughter were kissing each other, using their tongues, and they were doing it for me.

I closed my eyes, visualizing the scene. I knew that Dana was wearing just a t-shirt and a tiny pair of panties. I wasn’t sure what Chelsea had on. I wanted to find out.

“Dana?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s Chelsea wearing?”

“Um, shorts and a tank top.The top is striped, pink and white. Her little shorts are red and very tight.”

I rubbed myself faster as I pictured her. “Can you, um, can you take off her shirt?”

“Take off her tank top?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

I heard the phone being put down, and then Dana’s voice. “Let’s take off your top.”

She picked up the phone. “Okay, her shirt is off.”

“Now touch her nipples.”

“What?”

“Play with her nipples for me. And talk to me while you’re doing it.”

“Okay. Um, I’m rubbing my fingers on her nipples. They’re so little and cute. They’re getting stiff while I touch them.”

“Kiss them.”

“What??” she giggled.

“Kiss your daughter’s nipples, Dana.”

“All right. Mmm…” I heard two wet smacks. I heard Chelsea laughing. Then I heard more moans, more heavy breathing. They were kissing again.

“Dana?”

A pause. “Yeah?” she panted.

“Take off your t-shirt, and let me talk to Chelsea.”

“Okay.”

“Miss Julie?” It was Chelsea’s voice.

“Hi, honey.”

“My mom is taking off her shirt.”

“Good. Can you see her nipples?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Are they big and hard?”

“I guess.”

“Do you want to touch them for me? And tell me what they feel like?”

“Yeah, okay.” A short pause. “Yeah, they do, they feel real hard.”

“Do you want to kiss them? The way your mommy kissed your nipples?”

“Okay.”

“But Chelsea?”

“Yeah?”

“Let me talk to your mom again while you kiss her nipples, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Hi,” Dana said.

“Hi. Tell me what she’s doing.”

“She’s touching my nipple, um, playing with it. It feels really nice. Now she’s leaning down and kissing it. Mmm, god, yes… now the other one. She’s kissing that one.”

“Tell her to do it with her tongue. To kiss your nipple with her tongue, like she kisses your mouth.”

“Chelsea?” Dana said softly. “Can you kiss mommy’s nipples the way you kiss my mouth? Using your tongue, I mean?”

Apparently she did. Dana sighed heavily. “Oh my god…”

“Dana?”

“Yeah?”

“After Chelsea finishes kissing your nipples, take off your panties — no, I want her to do it. Have Chelsea take off your panties.”

“Wow. Um, all right. She’s still kissing my nipples. She seems to like it a lot.”

I heard the little girl giggle, “Yeah, I do.”

“Now, uh, Miss Julie wants you to take off my panties. Okay?”

“Okay, Mommy.”

There were a few more seconds of rustling sounds. Then Dana told me, “Okay, my panties are off. I’m naked.”

“Take off Chelsea’s shorts and her undies. I want you both naked. And I’ll get naked too, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

I heard her put down the phone, and I did the same. I quickly pulled my t-shirt over my head and off, then undid my bra and dropped it to the floor.  I tugged my panties and jeans down all at once. Now all I had on was my socks. I took them off too, and I was naked.

Picking up the phone again, I swung my feet up onto the couch. I leaned against the cushioned arm, spreading my legs, putting a hand between my legs, rubbing my clit.

“Dana?”

No response. I waited and masturbated. For half a second I wondered what I would do if Elaine came home unexpectedly or if one of the kids got out of bed and came to find me, but I quickly dismissed those concerns. I didn’t care.

“Okay, I’m back.” Dana sounded breathless. “We’re both naked.”

“Good. So am I. I’m rubbing my clit.”

“Are you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I wish I could see you.”

“I wish you could too.”

“Mmmm…”

“What are you doing now?” I asked.

“Rubbing myself.”

“Is Chelsea watching you?”

“Yeah, she is.”

“Good. Okay, so, now I really want to come. I want to have an orgasm but I want to do it at the same time as you. While Chelsea is watching. All right?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell me what you’re doing.”

“I’m rubbing my clit. Um, my legs are spread open. Chelsea is touching my nipple and watching me masturbate.”

“Is she naked too?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to touch her pussy?”

“I… I shouldn’t…”

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“I have.”

“What?”

“I’ve touched her pussy. One night in bed, while I was telling her a story. She touched my pussy and I touched hers.”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh.” It was so exciting to let Dana know about that.

“Wow…”

“Tell her to kiss your nipple again while you masturbate,” I said.

“Okay,” she whispered, adding, “Chelsea, honey, can you kiss Mommy’s titties again? With your tongue?”

I could feel a warm swirling inside my belly. My climax was approaching. “I’m getting close,” I told her.

“Are you? I am too.”

“Tell me when you’re almost ready to come.”

“Okay, I will.”

Holding the phone between my shoulder and my ear, I put my other hand between my legs, sliding a finger up inside my vagina. I was right on the edge. “Dana?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m ready.”

“Okay… just… just… I…” She gasped, “Julie — I — ahhh!!!”

That was all I needed.

The sounds of Dana’s orgasm, knowing that she was climaxing as her 7-year-old daughter kissed and licked her nipples, that was plenty for me. I groaned loudly, trying to not wake the kids but unable to stay really quiet. My thighs clamped together around my hands. The receiver slipped from my shoulder and fell to the carpet. I panted and moaned. Hot juices leaked between my fingers, dribbling onto Elaine’s couch.

It was a long orgasm. It seemed like I just kept coming again and again. I was so wet, totally gushing. I knew I was going to leave a stain on the sofa. But I didn’t care about that. I squeezed my legs together, pushing my finger deeper inside my cunt. I hoped Dana could hear me, even though the phone was on the floor.

After I don’t know how long, I finally finished. Still breathing heavily, I relaxed my thighs, freeing my hands. I reached down for the receiver, picking it up with wet fingers, getting my juices all over it. “Dana?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I panted.

“Are you sure? I didn’t know what happened to you.”

“It’s okay,” I giggled. “I just had a really long, and, you know, a super powerful orgasm.”

“Wow. A noisy one too.”

“Was it?”

“Yes! Did Elaine’s kids wake up?”

“I don’t think so.” I sat up and leaned over the back of the sofa, looking up the stairs. Everything was quiet. “No, it’s okay.”

“Good. Mmm…”

I heard kissing sounds. Apparently she and Chelsea were still going at it.

“How about you?” I asked. “Was it a good one?”

“Yeah,” she giggled, “it really was. It’s time for her to go to bed now, though. You want to say goodnight to her?”

“Sure.”

Her little voice came on. “G’night, Miss Julie.”

“Goodnight, sweetie. Give your mommy a big kiss for me, okay?”

“Okay, I will.”

“All right,” said Dana. “Thanks for calling me. That was fun.”

“Okay, goodnight — um, wait, Dana?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you say you were going to have Chelsea sleep with you tonight? In your bed?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay. And, so, do you think you’ll kiss her some more?”

“Probably. Yeah, I’m sure I will.”

“All right. That’s what I thought. So, that’ll give me something to think about when I masturbate again tonight.”

“Ooh, nice. Okay, and I’ll be thinking about you too. Goodnight, sweetie.” She gave me a kiss over the phone.

I returned the kiss, said goodnight, and put down the receiver. Getting to my feet, I looked at the couch. There was a big wet spot where I’d been sitting. I leaned over and smelled it. Pussy juice. I hoped it would dry and go away before Elaine got home.

By the time she came in, at almost 1:30 AM, the spot was indeed gone. I was fully dressed and ready to leave. I’d masturbated once more in the meantime, giving myself another nice orgasm, but this time in an armchair with a towel underneath me.

Elaine gave me $100, I called my mom, and soon I was back home. It was very late and we were both tired, so she gave me a kiss and we went to our separate rooms. I fell asleep right away, dreaming about little girls kissing their mothers.

Continue on to Chapter 80

By Naughty Mommy

As it turned out, we didn’t have a dinner table conversation that night about sex, about the four of us — our whole family including Molly — joining together in a feast of lesbian incest. We didn’t talk about that with her until almost two weeks later, in fact. But when we finally did, it was so awesome…

First, though, there is something else I have to tell you about.

Friday night at 7:00, my mom dropped me off at the Frederiksen’s. She waited as she would always do while I went up to the door, and then smiled and waved at Dana before driving away.

When I went inside, I was delighted to discover that Dana and Chelsea, mother and daughter, were dressed in identical outfits. It was so cute! As the months went by, I would learn that this was something they often did, but this was my first time seeing them that way.

Both were in short white canvas skirts along with blue and white striped tank tops and white tennis shoes. The outfits had the effect of emphasizing how flat Dana’s chest was, nearly as flat as Chelsea’s. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which she really didn’t need anyway, of course. The woman’s breasts were nothing more than slight mounds, although her nipples were quite long and pointed out stiffly through the thin material of her top.

Chelsea jumped into my arms, giving me a big kiss on the lips.

Dana laughed happily. “She loves you so much. She talks about you all the time, Julie, when you’re not here. Did you know that I have to tell her a story now every night before she goes to bed? I can’t read her a story, I have to tell her one… and she always wants them to be naughty stories too, like the ones you’ve told her.”

I blushed, wondering just how much Chelsea had said to her mother about the stories I’d invented for her — including things like a little girl kissing her mom’s pussy! Dana wasn’t scolding me at all, though. If she knew about the kinds of racy stories I’d told her daughter, it didn’t seem to bother her one bit.

As I put Chelsea down and she started dragging me to her room to play with her, Dana said, “I won’t be gone very long tonight. I’m just meeting a friend for a drink or two.”

“Okay,” I called behind me as we went through Chelsea’s door.

Following us into the room, Dana added, “Chelsea and I already had our dinner. You can give her a snack later, if she wants one, and you can have whatever you want, of course.”

She crouched beside us as Chelsea and I sat on the floor to play with her dolls. Dana’s slim legs were wide apart. I could easily see her powder blue underwear. She knew very well that I was looking up her skirt. She smiled warmly at me, that dazzling smile I loved. I felt a stirring in my crotch as my gaze went from her pretty face to her panty-covered pussy.

I was in a skirt too. The previous times when I’d babysat for them I’d had jeans on, but this time I’d decided to wear a little skirt. That way, if I wanted to masturbate later, it would be easy. Just pull up my skirt and take off my undies.

Except now it seemed Dana would only be out for a little while and I wouldn’t have any time alone to play with myself. Of course, there might be even more exciting things to do after Dana got home. In anticipation of that, I shifted my position on the floor, leaning on an elbow and pulling up a knee so Chelsea’s mom — and Chelsea too — could get a good look at my pink panties.

The little girl didn’t seem to notice, but Dana did. She stared between my legs, licking her lips. I let my hand slide onto my chest, casually fingering my erect nipple through my t-shirt. I was braless.

“Like I said, I’ll be back early, maybe around 9:00 or so,” Dana said slowly, her eyes never leaving my crotch. “Don’t worry about putting her to bed tonight. You and I will do that together when I get home, all right?”

“Okay,” I nodded, becoming even more aroused. I was sure that when Dana suggested we could put her daughter to bed together, she meant much more than that.

A few minutes later, she left, giving both of us, Chelsea and me, nice long kisses on the lips as she departed. Then the little girl and I went back to her bedroom to play with her dolls some more. After a half-hour or so, Chelsea had another idea.

“Can we do dress-up again?” she asked me, her big blue eyes shining.

“Is that what you want to do?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded eagerly.

“Okay.”

We got up and put all the dolls away, then went to her mother’s bedroom. This time Chelsea said she wanted to try on underwear only, maybe some sexy pairs of panties or her mom’s little bras. And she wanted me to do the same.

God, I was getting so turned on. I was really looking forward to when Dana returned, of course, but now I also was excited about seeing her daughter take off her clothes and put on naughty grownup lingerie.

We picked out some underthings, a hot pink thong for Chelsea along with a tiny pink bra. For me, the little girl selected a transparent white bra, a white garter belt, and a pair of sheer white stockings.

“What about undies?” I asked.

“Uh-uh. When my mom wears that for me, she never has any undies on.”

Wow, I thought to myself, picturing the scene in my mind. This was some hot mother and daughter!

Chelsea sat on the floor, pulling off her tennis shoes and her little white socks. She tugged the tank top over her head and tossed it away. I knelt beside the young blonde, watching her get naked. She stood up and I helped her unzip the canvas skirt. She let it drop to the floor and stepped out of it, then quickly pulled down her panties, and she was nude.

As she picked up the pink thong from the floor, I stopped her for a moment.

“Just… just let me look at you.” I put my hands on her hips, turning her toward me.

I was sitting on the floor, my eyes at a level with Chelsea’s waist. I held her there in front of me, staring at her naked little girl vulva. Her labia were puffy and smooth, not a trace of hair anywhere.

“Do you remember,” I began, my voice trembling slightly, “the story I told you, where there was, they had a magic kiss on the… on the pussy lips?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, apparently not embarrassed in the least by having me look at her that way.

Without saying anything else, I leaned slowly in, bringing my lips to her vulva. I kissed her very gently, very softly. Her skin was smooth and warm, lightly scented with — I don’t know, not with perfume, but with the scent of a little girl, and maybe, possibly, also a hint of pussy juice? Perhaps I was only imagining it, probably that’s all it was. But as I kissed her puffy labia, I could swear I smelled something that made me think she was getting wet inside. I know I was wet, that’s for sure.

I held the kiss for just a moment, keeping my lips on her lips, breathing in, before pulling away and looking up at her. She was smiling.

“Not quite magic,” I giggled, “but very nice.”

“Yeah,” she agreed.

“Would you, um, would you like to kiss me the same way?”

“Okay.”

After quickly removing my shoes, I stood and unzipped my skirt, taking it off and laying it on Dana’s bed. Then I pulled down my panties and stepped out of them. Because I continued shaving my pubic hair every few days, my crotch was as smooth and bare as Chelsea’s. Mine, however, was definitely wet. It had showed inside my pink panties, and I could also see a glimmer of moisture on my pussy lips. I wondered what the little girl would think about that.

She looked at me. I pulled off my t-shirt, and now I was naked too. Chelsea’s eyes went up to my breasts. My nipples were hard.

I sat on the bed, spreading my legs. I tried to recall the exact words I had used when I told her the story. Then I remembered.

“Chelsea, will you please kiss my lips?”

The lovely child nodded to me, grinning as she recognized the wording. Looking back down at my vulva, she giggled, then moved closer, placing her hands on my knees. She leaned forward. Her mouth was approaching my pussy lips. I held my breath.

She kissed me. Chelsea kissed my pussy. It wasn’t a long kiss, and her mouth was closed, but it gave me an electric thrill. A tremor rippled through my body. “Yes,” I whispered, more to myself than to her.

Chelsea stepped back. She licked her lips. Was she tasting my pussy juice?

I shivered again with excitement. God, I wanted this little girl so much. But it was still too soon for me to make that kind of move. What we had done so far was plenty, for now anyway.

“Thank you,” I smiled.

Then I retrieved the white bra she’d chosen for me and began putting it on. Chelsea picked up the hot pink thong from the floor. She stepped into it and pulled it snugly up. It clung to her little pussy lips, leaving a clear outline of her tempting cleft.

“Can you do this for me, Miss Julie?” she asked as she slipped the straps of the stretchy pink bra over her shoulders.

“Sure.”

She turned around and I fastened the clasp on the back of the bra. Then she watched as I slowly pulled the sheer white stockings on, one at a time, smoothing them over my legs. I loved the way they made me look so grownup and sexy.

Standing up, I put the garter belt around my waist, hooking it, and then attached the straps to the top of the stockings. When I was done, I asked, “Do you want to find shoes?”

“Okay.”

We went to the closet. Dana’s feet were actually a smaller size than mine, so I couldn’t fit into her regular shoes. But she did have some backless white high-heeled sandals that went perfectly with my outfit. For Chelsea, we selected a shiny pair of red pumps with spike heels. The little girl slipped them on, and again I was surprised how easily she walked in them.

Holding hands, we admired our reflections in the full-length mirror. It was kind of amusing to see that little bra on Chelsea’s flat chest. But what really excited me was how the garter belt and the stockings framed my shaved pussy. God, it was so hot. My clit was tingling.

Then I heard the front door open. I looked at the clock beside the bed. It was not yet 8:30, and Dana was already home!

“Chelsea?” she called.

“We’re in here, Mommy!”

I didn’t know what to do. I was standing with a 7-year-old girl in her mother’s bedroom, both of us in skimpy, sexy underwear. There was no way I could change back into my other clothes before Dana saw us. Would she be angry? Maybe not, but you never know.

Her footsteps came down the hall. My heart was pounding. Chelsea and I were holding hands, looking toward the door. Dana came in.

“Hi, Mommy,” Chelsea grinned.

“Hi, honey.” Dana put her purse on the bed, gazing at the two of us. “Don’t you look cute!”

“We were playing dress-up,” the child announced.

“Yes, I can see that.” Dana’s eyes were on my exposed crotch.

I still felt terribly nervous. So far, everything seemed to be fine. Dana was taking it all in stride, acting as though there was nothing unusual about finding the 12-year-old babysitter half-naked in her bedroom with her young daughter. But was that only for Chelsea’s sake? Once we were alone, would Dana tell me off?

She was smiling at us, her hands on her hips. “Can I play the game too?”

“Yeah!” Chelsea enthused. “Whadda you wanna wear?”

“Well,” she began slowly, “since you two are wearing grownup clothes, maybe I should dress like a little girl.”

“Okay!” Chelsea giggled. I smiled too, starting to relax just a bit.

We followed Dana to her daughter’s room. Opening the chest of drawers, she took out a pair of plain white cotton panties and a white cotton bralette. She also found some frilly white ankle socks.

Without saying anything, but giving us a wink, she returned to her own bedroom. Chelsea and I trailed along behind, holding hands. In the closet, Dana got up on a stool, reaching for a box on a high shelf and taking it down.

She put the box on the bed and opened it. There was a dress inside. She took it out and held it up. The dress was short and frilly, with princess sleeves. It was white with blue polka dots and had a blue satin ribbon around the waist. It looked like the kind of dress a 4-year-old girl might wear, except it was sized for a woman, a tiny woman, that is, like Dana.

“Wow, that’s pretty,” Chelsea said. “I haven’t seen that one before, Mommy.”

“I haven’t worn this in a long time…” Dana mused. She looked at it for several moments, seeming to be lost in a memory. Then she let out a sigh, laid the dress over the box, and began to take off her clothes.

Chelsea and I watched as Dana pulled off her tank top, then unzipped and removed her skirt. Sitting on the bed, she took off her shoes and socks. All she was wearing now was a pair of light blue hipster panties. She stood and slipped them down.

As Chelsea had said, the woman’s pussy was shaved completely smooth. Her golden blonde hair was up in a ponytail. With her flat chest and her slender hips, she looked extremely young, like a girl my age, or even younger.

I suddenly realized that I was touching myself. My hand was between my legs, lightly stroking my pussy. If either Chelsea or Dana had noticed what I was doing, neither of them said anything. I tried to pretend I was only scratching an itch (which I was, of course, ha-ha), and quickly took my hand away from my crotch.

Dana pulled her daughter’s little bralette over her head. It was a snug fit, but it worked. Then she stepped into the white cotton undies. Sitting on the bed again, she put on the white ankle socks.

Under the dress inside the box was a pair of Mary Jane shoes, black patent leather with round toes, low heels, and a strap over the instep. They were the kind a schoolgirl might wear. Dana put on the shoes, doing the straps, then stood and picked up the dress, stepping into it. She pulled it up, slipping her arms into the princess sleeves.

I noticed then that the back of the dress was split to the waist and had only one fastener, a simple snap at the top. That would make it very easy to remove if, for example, you were doing a strip-tease for someone. I wondered what that could mean.

After closing the dress behind her neck, Dana posed for us, standing with her feet apart, her toes pointed out, like a little girl. She giggled once and then turned around, hands on her hips, looking back at us over her shoulder. The polka dot dress was very short, barely covering her bottom.

Turning to face us again, she asked, “What do you think?”

“You look great, Mommy!” Chelsea told her.

Dana was smiling that glorious smile that always made me melt. And seeing her dressed that way, imitating a young child, well, it was just too much for me. I started rubbing my clit again.

This time, Dana definitely noticed what I was doing. She nodded and giggled as she looked at my crotch. That made Chelsea glance over at me too, and she smiled at what she saw.

Dana slowly lifted the hem of her dress, letting us see her underwear. She slipped a hand down inside the white panties and began masturbating. In a soft voice, she said, “I want to see you guys kiss.”

It suddenly occurred to me how similar this was to Molly’s slumber party — little girls getting a thrill from watching each other kiss. In that case, of course, it really was a group of young girls, 8 and 9 years old. With us, it was a 7-year-old, a 12-year-old, and a grownup! But Dana was dressed like a child, and even more than that, she resembled a child in many ways, both physically and emotionally.

“Sit on the bed, okay?”

Removing her hand from her panties, Dana took the box and set it on the floor. I sat down on the bed and Chelsea got on my lap. Dana pulled the little dress up once more, shoving the panties to her knees. I could see that her pussy was very wet. She started masturbating again. Chelsea watched her mom rubbing her pussy. She didn’t seem surprised or alarmed by it. I was certain she had seen it before, perhaps often.

The little blonde turned to me. She had a big grin on her face. I took her hand in mine and placed it over my breast, on the outside of the bra. Then I kissed her.

We kissed wetly, our mouths open, tongues teasing. Chelsea squeezed my breast. I pulled her close, my hand gripping her tiny bottom. She was so small, so young, so soft and warm. I moaned with desire for her as we kissed.

Someone else was moaning too. It was the little girl’s mother.

I’d closed my eyes when Chelsea and I started kissing, but now I opened them so I could see Dana. Her face was flushed and shiny with sweat. Her fingers moved rapidly between her legs. It looked like she was already getting close. I continued kissing Chelsea, but kept my eyes on Dana, watching her rub her clit. She saw me looking at her. Our eyes met. She nodded, licking her lips, and then she came.

“Ooh-ahh!!!” the woman squealed. Now her eyes were tightly shut, her face in a grimace. Her slim body shuddered with each spasm of her climax.

Chelsea broke the kiss when she heard the sound of her mother’s orgasm. She turned to see. Dana was still moving her fingers between her legs, making herself come again and again. I slipped my hand under the little bra Chelsea was wearing, finding her nipples and playing with them as we sat and watched.

Finally Dana was finished. She lifted her hand to her mouth, licking her wet fingers. She looked at us, smiling shyly, giggling as she tasted herself.

“Can, I, um —” I began hoarsely. I was really turned on, as you might expect. Clearing my throat, I started again, “Can I see you guys kiss now?”

“Me and Chelsea?” Dana asked, her blue eyes twinkling.

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay!”

Dana pulled the white cotton panties back up as Chelsea slid off my lap. Then they sat side by side on the bed, and I stood up, facing them.

What an arousing sight that was: a grownup woman, 27 years old, dressed like a little girl, sitting next to a child, her daughter, who was wearing an adult bra and thong. I put a hand between my legs and fingered my clit as I watched them starting to kiss.

This was the second time I’d seen them kissing that way. It was obviously something they did a lot, something they both enjoyed very much. Chelsea was sitting half on Dana’s lap, her small legs hooked over her mother’s thigh. Dana pulled the girl close to her and kissed her wetly, her lips apart, sucking and playing with her tongue. Chelsea was just as aggressive, pressing her body against her mom’s, shoving her tongue into her mouth. They moaned as they kissed, and I moaned as I watched them.

It didn’t take me very long. Within only a minute or two I was almost ready to come. Still rubbing my clit, I stepped closer to them. I leaned in, bringing my face right next to their sexy mouths.

Their eyes were closed. Dana must have sensed that I was there, though. She turned and saw me. Without saying a word, she put her lips on mine and kissed me, sliding her tongue into my mouth. I was right on the edge of a climax. The moment that Dana pulled away, Chelsea was there, kissing me the same way. Soon we were all three kissing at once as I masturbated. And then I came.

God, it was incredibly hot — such a great orgasm! Of course, they’re all great, but I always love my first time with someone new. Somehow I managed to keep kissing them both while I climaxed, and I also was able to remain standing up, even though my legs were very shaky. But Dana had a hand on my hip, steadying me.

As my orgasm ended, I started to giggle. I’m not sure why, but I did. And then it caught on. Dana began laughing too, and so did Chelsea. They fell back onto the bed and I fell on top of them. We kissed and giggled and hugged for another few minutes. We were all three sweaty and happy and excited.

I thought something else might happen, something more than just kissing and masturbating. But it didn’t. As we finished kissing, all of us still breathing heavily, Dana smiled at her daughter. “So, what do you think?” she chuckled. “Do you like your new babysitter?”

“Yeah, I do,” Chelsea giggled.

Dana’s beautiful blue eyes looked up into mine. “I do too,” she said softly. “I like you very much, Julie.”

The way she said that made me melt inside. Impulsively, I kissed her again, hard and full on the mouth. I wanted to do so much more with her right then and with Chelsea too. I wanted to do everything. But Dana wasn’t quite ready for that yet.

I could tell that we’d gone as far as she was willing to go, at least for the time being. As I lifted my lips from Dana’s, I slid slowly off the bed and got to my feet. Chelsea and her mom sat up. We grinned at each other for a minute. Then Dana said, “Okay, so, can you come back again next Friday?”

“Sure,” I nodded.

It struck me how odd this situation was, what a surprising scene it would be for someone who didn’t know anything about us. A woman dressed like a pre-schooler, a second-grader dressed like a grownup, and a 12-year-old girl wearing stockings and a garter belt but no undies, her pussy exposed. It looked like a freaky underage lesbian orgy, and it almost was that. Almost, but not quite. Maybe next time, I hoped.

My clothes were scattered on the floor. I picked them up and took them into Chelsea’s bedroom to change. After returning the lingerie to Dana’s room, putting it back where I’d found it, I went out to the living room.

Chelsea and her mom were waiting for me. Dana was still wearing the blue and white polka dot dress, very short, with the frilly ankle socks and the Mary Jane shoes. I was in my skirt and t-shirt and tennis shoes again. Chelsea had removed the little bra. All she had on now was her mother’s hot pink thong. It made my clit tingle to see her that way.

The two of them acted almost as if nothing at all had happened that night, like this was a normal Friday evening with the babysitter. What an amazing pair they were.

“I’ll drive you home, okay?” Dana proposed. “Since Chelsea’s still up. That way your mom won’t have to go out.”

“Um, okay, sure. Thank you.”

I was certain that Dana would go in and change out of her sexy costume before we left, but she didn’t. She did tell Chelsea to put on a t-shirt, but that was all. The little blonde ran to her room, coming back half a minute later in a tight-fitting shirt that didn’t come close to covering her bottom. She was also wearing flip-flops. Dana just smiled and shrugged, and we walked out of the apartment that way.

Continue on to Chapter 79

By Naughty Mommy

I awoke to the feel of covers being pulled back on the bed, someone else getting in.

I was in Kate’s bed with her. She was still asleep. It was dark, the middle of the night, and the person getting in with us was our mom, of course.

Even in the dim light, I could easily sense her animal arousal. I heard her panting and I could smell her sexual aroma, the strong scent of her pussy mixed with her alluring perfume. Our mother was kneeling between us, looking down at our nude bodies. She was naked, and she was masturbating.

“Little girls, hot little girls,” she murmured, vigorously rubbing her clit. She crawled slowly forward, toward my sister. Kate began to wake up.

“Lick my cunt, Katie,” our mother whispered. “Lick Mommy’s cunt.”

She positioned herself over Kate’s face, spreading her lips with her fingers, then lowering her wet pussy onto my sister’s mouth. Without saying a word, Kate complied. She put her hands on Mommy’s bottom, pulling her in. She closed her eyes and began licking our mother’s clit.

I was lying in the dark, next to them, watching all this. Sliding a hand between my legs, I began to masturbate.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” Mommy panted, “so nice, so fucking goddamn nice!”

I got up on an elbow, leaning in closer to see better, still rubbing myself.

Before she’d entered the room, our mom must have been masturbating already. Perhaps she’d even made herself come, or at least had got very close. By the time she climbed in bed with us and crawled on top of Katie, she was right on the verge of a climax. It didn’t take her long after that.

Holding my sister’s head in her hands, she said, “Come on your face, come on your face, I’m gonna come on your face!!” And then she did.

Enough light was coming in through the window that I could see the glimmer of our mother’s love juices as they flowed out of her cunt and dribbled down over Kate’s cheeks. Kate tried to swallow as much as she could, but Mommy was really gushing. I could definitely smell it. Maybe that’s what put me over the top. I hadn’t been masturbating for long at that point, but seeing this, and smelling it, made me come very quickly.

While I was still climaxing, and when my mom had barely finished hers, suddenly she clambered over on top of me, roughly pushing me down on my back, pinning me to the bed, straddling my face, dropping her hot wet pussy onto my mouth. She held my head tightly in her hands, ramming her cunt between my open lips, fucking my face. I tried to lick her, but it wasn’t easy and I don’t think she needed that anyway. It was as though she hadn’t really even stopped coming from when Kate had licked her, and now just rubbing her cunt against my mouth made her orgasm go on and on and on.

I couldn’t breathe very well. I was nearly smothered beneath my mom’s pussy lips. It was rough, almost brutal, it even hurt a little, but at the same time it was glorious — my mother wanted me so much she couldn’t control herself!

“Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!” she kept crying as she rode my mouth. I thought maybe I could hear Kate climaxing too, that perhaps she was masturbating while she watched us, reaching a quick climax of her own, but it was hard to know for sure.

Finally my mom was finished. A few last shudders, a few more spasms of her cunt in my mouth, hot juices flowing out of her vagina, spilling onto my cheeks.

Slowly she drew away, her beautiful body trembling, glowing with sweat, her pussy still dripping. She brought her mouth to mine, kissing me wetly, tasting herself on my lips. She pulled Katie over and kissed her too. We merged in a feverish three-way kiss. Soon I felt Mommy’s hand reaching between my legs. She was rubbing my clit, then looking for my opening. She slid a finger up inside me. She was fucking me. I could tell from Kate’s reaction that she was doing to same to her.

Our mother brought us both that way, kissing us while she fucked our little vaginas with her fingers. We each had a climax, Kate first, then me soon after. But Mommy still wasn’t done.

She moved down lower on the bed and began licking us both, going back and forth, fingering us, rubbing us, licking and sucking our clits. Kate and I held hands, side by side, looking into each other’s eyes, sometimes kissing — sisters 10 years old and 12 years old, having sex with their mom — just thinking about that was almost enough by itself to give me an orgasm. Mommy’s tongue and fingers did the rest.

I came first this time, loudly and wetly, crying out, clenching my thighs together around my mother’s head while squeezing Katie’s hand. When I was done and let Mommy go, she immediately shifted over to my sister, sucking her clit then fucking her with her tongue, and soon Kate exploded in her mouth.

That was all for that night, but it was plenty!

Mommy kissed us a few more times, her lips and ours coated with pussy juice from all three of us mingled together. She whispered goodnight, told us she loved us, then silently left the room. I stayed with Kate, sleeping in her little bed, cuddling close to my sister, feeling warm and happy and content, the luckiest girl in the world.

* * *

The next day, Sunday, Molly was invited to a birthday party. Kate and I asked if we could go along for the ride that afternoon when Mommy drove her over there. We were thinking the same thing, I’m sure, hoping we’d get a chance to see some of the hot moms of the little girls, and maybe some of their sisters too. And we did.

The party was for Riley, who was turning 9. We all went up to the door together, and Riley’s mother, Paula, asked us to come inside. I’d met her only once before, at Molly’s sleepover. I remembered thinking she was hot then, and now she seemed even hotter than before.

She was a blonde, about 5’4” and very slim, with an upturned nose, crinkly blue eyes, and a wide mouth. Paula was older than our mom, maybe around 40, but so sexy. She was in a cute yellow dress that came to about mid-thigh, showing off her lovely tanned legs. The dress was sleeveless and very low cut in the back, making it obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I felt my pussy start to tingle as I looked at her.

I glanced at Kate, catching her eye. She raised her eyebrows slightly, enough to indicate that she was also very attracted to Paula.

Then we met Riley’s sister, Alexa, and oh my god! She was 16 years old, a total knockout, the cheerleader type with her long blonde hair in a ponytail. She was in a bikini, with a big loose-fitting tank top over it. Did I mention this was a pool party? It was. Although it was still April, the day was sunny and warm enough to make it work. I suddenly wished that I had been invited to the party myself. I would have loved to see all those little girls getting wet in the pool, not to mention Paula and Alexa!

I hadn’t been invited, though, and I didn’t think fast enough to offer to stay and help out. We left after ten minutes or so, but we were there long enough to see a couple more moms. One of them was only so-so. That was Abbie’s mother. But just as we were going out the door, Emily showed up, along with her mother, Theresa. I’d met Theresa a few times before, and I always looked forward to seeing her.

Theresa was in her mid-forties, I guessed, even older than Paula, but she was just so gorgeous. She looked like an actress, or maybe a former beauty contestant or something. A brunette with a perfect face, always smiling and friendly, she had big brown eyes and full lips. She was tall and slender, and every time I’d seen her, she was dressed very nicely, elegantly even.

The woman had class and beauty, and more than that, she had sex appeal. Her clothing not only was attractive, but intentionally alluring. Theresa knew she was hot, and she knew that you knew she was hot, and she enjoyed having you look at her. Even someone like me, a 12-year-old kid! Whenever her eyes met mine, I could tell that she wanted me to look at her, wanted me to think she was sexy. That’s how it felt to me, anyway.

My mom said a warm hello to Theresa, and they kissed each other’s cheeks. Her daughter ran inside to join the other kids. I wanted to follow Emily, wanted to spend more time with all the little girls, but we were leaving. As we walked out to our car, though, I turned for a quick look back at Theresa. She was standing on the front porch, chatting with Paula, but her eyes were following us. She saw me looking at her, and gave me a wink. That made my stomach feel all jumpy and excited.

In the car, I said, “Mommy, how well do you know Theres— I mean, Ms. Chandler?”

We’d been taught to always refer to adults by their last names unless we were invited by them to use their first names. But sometimes I would forget.

“Why do you ask, sweetie?”

“Well, I mean, she’s like totally sexy. Don’t you think? Have you ever, I mean, would you, like, be interested in her?”

“God, Julie…” Kate giggled from the back seat.

Our mother chuckled too. “Yes, I would. There are a lot of women I’d be interested in. But that doesn’t mean I can just have sex with everyone who attracts me.”

“Duh,” added Kate.

“I know, but, I mean, if you had the chance, you’d want to, right?”

“Yes…” Mommy nodded slowly.

“So, then, have you ever thought of, like, trying something? Maybe, I don’t know, ask her out to dinner or whatever?”

“Well, to begin with, she’s married.”

“Oh.”

I heard Kate snickering in the back.

“Of course, that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s impossible,” our mother continued. “I have, uh, been with married women a few times in my life. More than a few times, actually. But every situation is different.”

“So,” I persisted, “you think you could possibly do something someday with, um, with Ms. Chandler? Even though she’s married?”

“Sure, it’s possible, I suppose. Maybe not likely, but then you never know.”

“I really hope so. I like her. She’s so pretty and sexy.”

“Yes, she is.”

I thought for a minute, then asked, “And what about Paula?”

“You mean Ms. Crawford?” my mother corrected.

“Sorry, yeah, Ms. Crawford. Do you think she’s pretty?”

“Yes, I do…” she paused, then added, “and in her case, well, there are rumors that suggest she might be very interested in something like that.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, I probably shouldn’t listen to gossip at all, but sometimes things do get my attention. Like when I overheard someone say that Paula had been caught fooling around with her husband’s secretary, a young woman. Supposedly that’s why her husband left her. I understand they’ve been separated now for several months.”

“Huh.”

“And, if you believe the rumors, that was not the first time for her, for Paula, I mean. Apparently she has a history of bisexuality. And her husbands, for whatever reason, haven’t approved of it.”

“Husbands?” Kate asked from the back seat.

“Yes, the one she’s currently married to is her third. She’d been divorced twice before, from what I hear. Her two daughters, uh, Riley and Alexa, are actually half-sisters. That is, Alexa was fathered by the first husband, and Riley by the second husband. This third husband has only been around for a couple of years, and I guess we’ll see how long that marriage lasts.”

“Wow,” I pondered, “it makes you wonder why she doesn’t just give up on men and admit she’s a lesbian. You know?”

My mother chuckled, “Maybe she will someday. But in the meantime, if she’s looking for someone else to play with… well, I’ve been thinking that I might ask her to lunch one of these days.”

“Ooh, yeah, you should!” I bounced excitedly in my seat. “And then after you sleep with her, maybe we can get Riley and Alexa involved too!”

“Julie! God!” Kate reproved.

I giggled, “I know, you can’t just have sex with anyone you want. But I can’t help it. I still think about stuff like that all the time. About all those women, and the girls too.”

Kate muttered something under her breath.

“It’s all right, sweetheart,” my mom patted my leg. “It’s natural to have a strong sex drive and to think about things. And I’m happy that you feel comfortable talking about it with us.”

She looked in the rear view mirror for a second, catching Kate’s eye. “Katie, you’ve been putting Julie down a little bit here, sort of making fun of her. Why is that?”

I didn’t turn around to see, but I could sense my sister squirming in the back seat. “I don’t know, um… I’m not meaning to be mean… but it’s like, um, I don’t know…”

Just then we pulled into the driveway. We were home. Our mother shut off the engine. “Let’s go inside, and then I want to continue this conversation. I think it’s important.”

Inside, Mommy got Cokes for me and Kate, and a glass of white wine for herself. We sat down in the family room, the girls on the sofa, our mother in an armchair.

“Now, Kate,” Mommy resumed, “tell me how it makes you feel when Julie talks about wanting to have sex with other girls and women. Or when she encourages me to seduce women like the moms we met today.”

My sister fidgeted, looking down at her hands. She took a drink of her Coke, obviously uneasy and stalling. I felt bad for her.

“Well,” she finally said, “it’s just…”

She stopped. I saw tears in her eyes.

As I’ve said before, Kate almost never cried. She was still only 10 years old, almost two years younger than me, but I cried much more often than she did.

“What is it, honey?” our mother asked softly. “You can tell us.”

“I know,” Kate sniffed, “I know I can tell you, but I don’t know why I’m crying. There’s just, I mean, it’s all so much.”

Mommy got up from her chair and came to sit beside Kate, putting her arm around her. She hugged her, pulling her close, stroking her cheek, kissing her forehead. “There, there, I know, it is a lot, isn’t it…”

In spite of myself, I looked at my mom’s legs. She was wearing a light cotton dress that buttoned down the front. It was about knee-length, but the last few buttons were open. And as she sat on the sofa hugging my sister, the dress let me see quite a lot of her beautiful thighs.

Kate was sobbing. Mommy petted her hair. “I know, I know, little one. It’s okay.”

I wasn’t really sure why Kate was crying. I also wasn’t sure if I should stay there on the sofa, or if I should get up and leave them alone for a while. Since I wasn’t sure, I stayed. And I kept looking at my mother’s legs.

My sister took a deep breath, managing to choke down her sobs. Mommy wiped a few tears from Kate’s cheeks with her fingers. She smiled at her and kissed the end of her nose, then kissed her lips.

“Honey, maybe this is it,” our mother said softly. “Like you said, it’s all so much, and maybe you still want me to be your mommy. Is that it?”

Kate nodded.

“You’re still a girl, a little girl, only 10 years old, and you need a mommy, don’t you…”

“Yeah…”

“Baby girl, I will always be your mommy, always and always. You can always come to me, no matter what, no matter how old you get, no matter how grown up you think you are, you can always come to me. Okay?”

“Okay,” Kate whispered.

“And even if we do other things, if we have sex together, that doesn’t mean I’m not still your mom and you’re still my little girl. You always will be.”

“Okay.”

“Now, do you think maybe it would be better if we didn’t have sex? If we tried to just go back to being a normal mom and daughter, a normal family, whatever that is? Would you like that?”

Kate frowned and shook her head. “No, I don’t want that. I like, um, you know, I like everything…”

“Good.” Mommy kissed her lips again. “Good, because I like it too. But remember, sweetie, above all else, you are my little girl and I’m your mom and I will always be here for you. That always comes first, no matter what. Okay?”

“Okay.” Kate smiled at her and gave our mother a big hug.

Mommy pulled her close and kissed the top of her head, rocking her in her arms, almost like an infant. She added to the impression by whispering, “Mommy’s little baby girl, Mommy’s little baby girl…”

They held each other that way for a long time. My mother noticed me ogling her legs and winked at me. I smiled at her and took a drink of my Coke.

After another minute or two, I saw Kate put her hand over Mommy’s breast, on the outside of her dress. She gently squeezed it, fingering the nipple through the thin fabric. I knew Mommy wasn’t wearing a bra that day. It had been easy for us and for anyone else to see her full breasts bouncing and swaying beneath the loose dress.

Our mother began undoing the top buttons on the dress as Kate fondled her. Neither of them said a word. The dress slowly came open. Mommy pulled it away, revealing her gorgeous breasts.

Kate admired them for a moment before leaning in and clamping her mouth over one long nipple. She closed her eyes, settling in with a contented sigh as she sucked Mommy’s tit.

Our mother spread her legs, quickly tugging up the bottom of the dress. She began rubbing her pussy over the top of her yellow panties.

For some reason I decided this was the right time for another conversation. “Mom, last night, um, we played Truth or Dare with Molly and, like, I did some stuff with her.”

“You did?” Mommy asked softly. “What kind of stuff?”

“Well, like, um, I kissed her, you know, on her pussy. When, when she was naked. And she kissed me too, my pussy, I mean. Just kissed, nothing else, but I thought you should know about that.”

“Okay. And that was all? Just kissing?”

“Uh-huh.”

Kate took her mouth away from our mother’s tit for a minute and looked over at me. She grinned, then looked down at where Mommy was rubbing herself between her legs and grinned again. Apparently she was feeling better. Licking her lips, she took the other nipple into her mouth and resumed sucking.

I went on, “You said it was okay, right? I mean, you said yourself there was no reason we should wait, why we shouldn’t do stuff with her. I promise I won’t do everything, not yet. But, like, I really want to. If she does, I mean.”

Shifting slightly on the sofa, giving herself better access, Mommy slipped her hand inside her panties. She was breathing faster. “Well, the only reason we should wait is to make sure everyone is comfortable first, that we’re not moving too fast. I don’t want Molly to get upset like Katie was.”

“She doesn’t look very upset now,” I quipped.

“No, she doesn’t,” Mommy chuckled, glancing down at Kate.

“Why don’t we talk with her about it, with Molly? Like maybe tonight, at dinner, after the party?” I suggested.

“That would make for an interesting dinner table conversation…”

But she wasn’t really focused on what she was saying.

Her face was turning red. I could see beads of sweat on her forehead. Her fingers were moving fast between her legs. She stared down at Kate, panting now as she watched her sucking on her tit. Our mother loves sex, and what she loves more than anything else is having sex with her own daughters.

“Then you could have all three of us,” I said. “All at the same time. You could have me, and Kate, and Molly too.”

“Molly…” she groaned, rubbing herself faster and faster, “Molly…”

“Isn’t that what you want, Mommy? To lick Molly’s pussy?”

“Oh my god YES!!” She was coming.

I watched my mother bring herself to a powerful climax as my sister sucked on her nipple. I knew that she could never give this up, that none of us would ever want to. We would learn to adjust, find a way to blend our family love and our sexual desires. We could and we would.

When Mommy finished coming, she removed her hand from her panties and brought it to Kate’s mouth. Kate released the nipple so she could suck on the wet fingers, tasting her mother’s pussy juice.

I got down on the floor between Mommy’s legs, reaching up, pushing her dress higher, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her yellow panties, trying to pull them down. Kate helped a little and Mommy lifted her bottom off the sofa for me. Soon we got the undies off her. I looked at her sexy pussy for a moment, her lips shiny with moisture, and then I leaned in and began licking her.

Kate was wearing a short jeans skirt. Mommy put her hand between Kate’s legs, rubbing her pussy through her panties. Again, no words were spoken. Kate knew what our mother wanted.

She hiked the little skirt up around her waist and quickly slipped off the panties. Mommy shifted position, lying down on the sofa. I moved with her, pausing only a moment before sliding two fingers up inside her and licking her clit again. Kate straddled her face. Mommy started licking my little sister’s pussy.

It didn’t take very long. Less than a minute later, Kate was climaxing in Mommy’s mouth, and shortly after that, my mother had an orgasm in my mouth as I fucked her with my tongue.

Continue on to Chapter 78

By Naughty Mommy

She kissed me. She kissed me there just one time, but oh my god how wonderful it felt!

My little blonde baby sister kissed my pussy. It was part of the Truth or Dare game we were playing. She knelt between my legs, put her lips right on my pussy and kissed me.

Her full pink lips felt warm on my vulva. My heart was beating about a million times a second. What else would happen? Would she lick me? Should I let her? Should I make her do it? That was what I wanted!!

But she didn’t lick me, and I didn’t make her. She sat back on her haunches, smiling up at me, not saying anything.

I took a very deep breath and let it out. I realized that my face was sweating and I was sure my pussy was very wet too. I wondered if Molly could taste it when she kissed me.

She went back to where she’d been sitting. “My turn,” she said. “Julie, truth or dare?”

“Oh, uh… truth.”

“Did you like it when I kissed you there?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, “yeah, I did.”

I looked up at the clock on the mantel. It was almost 9:30, well past Molly’s usual bedtime. It was my turn. Should I let the game go on?

I decided I would. At least a little while longer. I was pretty sure our mom would not approve of some of the things we were doing that night, but I didn’t really care. I was very turned on.

“My turn,” I said softly. “Kate, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Take off Molly’s clothes and then kiss her, um, kiss her pussy.”

Again, that was really two dares, in a way, not one.

But Kate didn’t object. She simply smiled and nodded, and then turned to Molly. She lifted our sister’s shirt up and off, leaving her little flat chest bare. Molly leaned back on the sofa, allowing Kate to pull down her shorts, which had an elastic waistband, and her panties too. Now we were all three naked.

Molly spread her legs eagerly, without any hesitation. Her pussy lips were puffy and white, like Laura’s. Chelsea’s labia were thinner and a little more pink in color. Chrissy’s had been that way too, more like Chelsea’s. I was getting to be an expert in little girl vulvas.

“Mmm…” breathed Kate as she looked at Molly’s crotch. Then she bent her face down and planted a nice wet kiss there. Actually, it was two kisses. No, three kisses! Four kisses!!

Molly laughed and squirmed away from her. “Stop, that tickles!!”

Kate sat up, grinning broadly. She looked at me. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Put your finger inside your pussy and let Molly taste it.”

Gulp! Now what should I do? Could I really go through with this??

Taking a deep breath, I decided I would, but that this would be the end of the game, the last turn. Maybe.

I got up and stood in front of Molly. Using my fingers, I spread my pussy lips apart, letting her see my sex. I paused a moment, just letting her look at me.

Once again, my heart was racing. God, I wanted to do so much more with her. I wanted to pull my little sister’s face into my cunt, order her to fuck me with her tongue, and then come inside her mouth. My clit was throbbing with desire. I was certain she could see how wet I was.

Finally I slid the middle finger of my right hand down and found the opening to my vagina. I eased it in, groaning with pleasure. I was so warm inside and so juicy, practically dripping. Then I slowly drew the finger out. It glistened with my juices. I extended my arm, bringing my wet finger to Molly’s mouth.

I didn’t think she had ever tasted pussy juice before. But maybe she had. I still didn’t know everything that had gone on with her and my mom, or her and Danni, or her and Katrina — and who knows how many others there might have been? As far as I knew, though, this was her first time.

Molly looked at my finger. She looked up into my eyes. She smiled at me. Then she took the wet finger into her mouth and sucked on it.

“Oh, yeah…” Kate sighed. She was masturbating again.

Impulsively I sat down on the sofa beside Molly, squeezing in close to her. “Baby,” I said to her, “will you suck my nipples?”

“Is this the game?” she asked.

“No,” I shook my head. “I just want you to suck them.”

“Okay,” she smiled.

I took her head in my hands and brought her face to my breast, her sweet mouth closing over my nipple. She began sucking. I stroked her hair, her silky blonde curls, as I gazed down at her.

Molly seemed so happy, so blissfully content, as if there was nothing else in the world she would rather be doing, nowhere else she would rather be than at my breast.

And she was good at it. My baby sister had a lot of practice doing this. She seemed to love doing it and she especially seemed to love getting a reaction. I’d noticed that when she sucked our mother’s nipples, or Kate’s nipples, the more excited they would become, the more eagerly she seemed to suck.

She’d learned, over how many years I don’t know, exactly what worked best, a combination of sucking and biting and licking and squeezing the tit with her hands that would drive a woman — or a girl — absolutely crazy with lust. My sister has a gift, a skill, a special talent. I’m a little older now, and in the last six years I’ve had a lot of other girls and women suck my nipples, but no one has ever done it as well as Molly.

I heard a squeal. Kate was getting close. I looked over at her. Her face was flushed, her eyes shut tight, a finger plunging rapidly in and out of her little vagina. I loved seeing her that way, her long, lean, athletic body focused on only one thing — her impending orgasm.

I was masturbating too, of course. With one hand I held Molly against my chest, but my other hand was between my legs, rubbing my clit. I wasn’t really close yet, but I was feeling very good. I leaned down and kissed the top of Molly’s head, whispering sweet words to her.

Then I turned to Kate.

“Are you getting close?” I asked. I wanted to connect with her. “Are you gonna come?”

“Yeah, uh— unh! Unh! UNH!!”

She was climaxing, her body straining, her back arched, her legs thrown wide apart. God, I love watching my sister come. She is so sexy and so hot.

Molly showed no reaction to Kate’s orgasm. She didn’t stop sucking, or turn her head to look, or even open her eyes. If anything, the noises of the climax seemed to make her focus even more intently on my nipple, on arousing me. Squeezing my breast in her hands, shaping it, she sucked harder, pulling more of my tit inside her mouth. Her tongue teased the end of my nipple, her lips and teeth drew at me, her fingers massaged my flesh.

And now I was getting close. Seeing Kate climax that way and then watching Molly work on my breast, that look of concentration on her face, the realization that my 8-year-old sister was sucking on my nipple while I masturbated — that did it.

“God! GOD!!” I cried, my thighs slamming together to enclose my hand.

I gasped and shuddered, spasms rippling through me. I could feel hot liquids oozing between my fingers. Part of me realized I was pulling Molly’s face against me so tightly she probably couldn’t breathe, but I had no control over that or anything else. For a few seconds my orgasm was everything, the only thing.

Another spasm, this one stronger yet. “FUCK!!!” I screamed. “Fuck!! Fuck!! Fuck!!”

Finally it was over. I was able to release the grip I had on Molly’s head, letting her catch a breath. I relaxed my thighs, freeing my hand. I was soaked with sweat, my chest heaving. That had been one titanic climax.

With wet fingers I gently caressed my heated vulva, slowly calming myself.

“God, Julie,” Kate chuckled, “you want to wake the neighbors?”

I opened my eyes and looked at her, laughing. Molly put her arms around my neck and gave me a nice hug, giggling with us.

After a brief recovery, I checked the time. It was 10:05.

“Molly, you have to, you really have to go to bed,” I told her, patting her back.

“Okay.”

“But, um, first, to be fair about it… Katie, do you want to have her suck your nipples too? If she wants to?”

“Yeah, of course,” Kate grinned.

“Do you want to, Molly?” I asked.

“Mm-hm,” she nodded happily.

So, Molly got on Kate’s lap and began sucking her nipples, this time going back and forth from one to the other. Apparently she knew, somehow, that Kate liked it that way. Kate started masturbating again.

I watched them for a minute or two, and then I put my hands on Molly’s body. Her smooth, white, little girl body. I stroked her thighs, her arms, her back, her round bottom. She opened her legs to my touch. I put my hand on her pussy, rubbing her lips, caressing her. I watched her sucking Kate’s nipples and I rubbed her pussy. I didn’t try to slide my fingers inside this time, just softly caressed her smooth, puffy labia.

Kate soon had another orgasm. Hers was not nearly as loud as mine had been, although I’m sure it was every bit as satisfying. They all are, right?

Then we took Molly up to bed.

Three young sisters climbed the stairs together, all of us naked. Kate and I watched Molly brush her teeth, watched her use the toilet and wipe herself, watched her put on a little nightie, and then tucked her into bed. We kissed her goodnight, told her we loved her, and left the room, quietly closing the door behind us.

Once we were out in the hall, I grabbed Kate without warning, pulling her body against mine, kissing her deeply, shoving my tongue into her mouth. She returned the kiss and eagerly wrapped her arms around me. I had a hand on her little ass, holding my sister tightly to me as I arched my pelvis, frantically rubbing my pussy against hers. I was moaning, panting, nearly out of control. Playing with Molly that way, teasing myself and her, so close to going all the way, wanting her desperately but somehow holding myself back — that had left me crazed with lust.

Without speaking, we made our way to Kate’s room, which was the closest, just across the hall from Molly’s. We stumbled along, still groping each other, still kissing wetly, a pair of girls just 10 and 12 years old burning with sexual desire.

We fell onto her bed. For many minutes we kissed. I was on top of her, my hands roaming all over, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, reaching down between her legs. Her pussy was slippery and hot. I pressed a finger inside her, fucking her as we continued to kiss.

I brought her that way, brought my sister to orgasm as I sucked on her tongue and nibbled at her sweet lips. She spread her legs wide, giving me full access to her sex as I kept fucking her with my finger even after she had come the first time. I continued sliding my finger in and out of her little vagina as I kissed and licked and sucked at her mouth, fucking her hard, giving her a second orgasm, my lips now moving down to her neck, her throat, her chest, taking an erect nipple into my mouth. I sucked her nipple, sucked and licked and bit, hearing her say my name, hearing her pant and groan, the sounds of her exquisite arousal. My lips moved still lower, down across her flat tummy, teasing at her navel, then finding her mound brushed with the faintest of pussy hairs.

“Julie, Julie…” she moaned.

On her bed, between her legs, I looked at my sister’s pussy, her beautiful wet pussy. I spread her lips with my fingers, peering inside her. I kissed her there, tasting her, licking her. I pressed my mouth against her sex, shoving my tongue inside her, all the way up inside her as far as it would go. I fucked Kate with my tongue, wanting to bring her that way. She held my head in her hands, groaning and sobbing with desire. I plunged my tongue in and out of her, again and again, eating her, swallowing her juices, taking my sister’s cunt with my mouth. She came again, came a third time as I fucked her with my tongue.

And finally, that was all she could stand.

Following her third climax, when I tried to move up and start sucking her clit, Kate pushed my face away, closing her legs to me, trembling and shivering all over. “Wait, wait,” she begged, her young body quivering with the echoes of an almost unendurably powerful orgasm.

I relented, easing myself up on the bed to lie next to her, gently stroking her forehead and kissing her cheek as she slowly recovered. Her eyes were closed, her breath still ragged. I had overwhelmed her with my passion. It made me smile. I nestled beside her, patiently waiting, giving her time, loving her.

After a few minutes, she took a very deep breath and then slowly let it out, turning to me and opening her pretty brown eyes. She smiled. I brought my lips to hers, giving her a tender kiss.

“That was… I never… you just…” My sister couldn’t quite put into words what she was feeling.

I kissed her again, harder this time. She opened her mouth, her tongue seeking mine. Kate turned on her side, wrapping her arms around me. We kissed for several minutes, holding each other close.

After a time, our kisses became softer, less urgent, until we were just lying together, gazing into each other’s eyes. She rested her forehead on mine, the tip of her finger gently caressing my lower lip.

“Julie…” she whispered.

Again we stayed that way for a time, unhurried, content to simply bask in our closeness, our intimacy, warm breath mixing, soft skin touching. I closed my eyes, inhaling, taking in the scent of our pleasure, the smell of her body, her vaginal juices still on my fingers and on my face.

Finally she propped herself up on an elbow, looking down at me.

“Did you, um,” she began, “I mean, you really wanted to do a lot more with Molly tonight, didn’t you? Like, everything, I mean.”

“Yeah, I did,” I nodded.

“So did I. But… Mommy would get mad, wouldn’t she?”

“Well, I guess she would if we did it without letting her know, or, I mean, before she told us that it was okay. But she already said there was no reason to wait, remember?”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

“Except you’re right, we shouldn’t just go ahead and do it by ourselves. I really wanted to tonight, but that’ll happen soon anyway, I’m pretty sure.”

“You think?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Man,” she said, slowly shaking her head, “so much stuff has happened.”

“Yeah, it has. But, are you okay with it?” I sat up, wanting to talk with my sister now, understand where she was in all this. “I mean, how are you feeling now? It is a lot, like you said, a big change.”

“It is, totally,” she nodded. “But, you know, I’m fine. Sometimes I think it’s wrong, like, maybe we shouldn’t be doing it. I mean, people would totally freak if they knew. But, but I really like doing it, I mean, I really love it, so…”

“Some people would freak,” I told her. “Most people would, I guess. But you know I think there are also a lot of other people, moms and daughters, I mean, who would understand. Who would want to do it too, or who maybe already are doing it.”

“You really think so?”

“Well, yeah, I mean, I met a lot of girls like that in Vermont. I think there probably are a lot of ‘em, everywhere. Mommy told me she has friends, like, online, um, other moms who talk about doing stuff with their daughters. So I do think it happens, maybe a lot.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. If only everyone would talk about it, you know? Not just keep it a secret.”

“But… but if they talked about it, they’d get in trouble, wouldn’t they? And we would too if we talked about it.”

“I guess. And that sucks. I don’t know…” I shook my head. “It’s too bad we have to hide it.”

“Yeah, it is.”

She lay down on her back again and I lay next to her, our arms touching. She took my hand. We looked up at the ceiling, quiet for a minute with our thoughts.

Finally I said, “Kate?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you ever think about doing it with other girls? Like, you know, maybe kids from school or something?”

“Of course I do. All the time,” she giggled.

“Me too. And um, how about their moms? Like, Monica’s mom is pretty hot, isn’t she? And how about Riley’s mom, you know, Molly’s friend?”

“Yeah, Riley’s mom is sexy. And Monica’s too.”

“Wouldn’t that be hot, though? I mean, doing it together, with both the girls and their moms at the same time?”

She turned to look at me. Her eyes were shining. “Wow… Julie, you think of the coolest stuff.”

I giggled. “That’s all I do, it seems like, is think about sex all the time. Dirty lesbian sex between little girls and their mommies.”

“Man…” Kate took my face in her hands and gave me a long kiss, her lips closed. Then she whispered, “You get me so hot.”

We kissed again, our mouths open this time. She rolled on top of me, still kissing. I grabbed her bottom, pulling her against me, spreading my legs to bring our pussies together.

When we ended the kiss, I said, “Fuck me, Kate.”

“Huh?”

“You know, fuck me. With your pussy. The way Mommy fucked you before. The way I did it with you on the sofa that night.”

She paused, just looking at me, her eyes wide. She was breathing hard. Then she nodded, “Okay. But… I don’t really know how.”

“It’s easy,” I smiled. “Just, like, start moving. I’ll help you.”

My hands were still on her bottom. I pulled her in more tightly.

“You don’t have to do it hard,” I told her. “You can, but you can also do it kind of slow and easy too. Either way. Just try to get your clit rubbing against my clit.”

“Okay…” Kate swallowed. She seemed nervous, unsure of herself.

I shook my head. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I mean —”

“No, no, I do want to. I just hope I can do it right.”

That made me laugh. “Katie, what you’re doing now is already perfect. Your pussy on my pussy. So, um, kiss me, okay? Then I think the rest will just happen.”

And I was right. She smiled at me, then closed her eyes and brought her lips to mine.

As I’ve said before, Kate is maybe the best kisser I have ever known. She gets so totally into it. And that night, as we began kissing, our bodies came together almost automatically. I guided her a little with my hands, but mostly it was just the natural result of two girls who love each other and who want each other, young girls sharing their bodies, giving in to their desires, sisters in lust with each other.

We kissed for a long time as she slowly began moving against me. Our arousal made us both very wet, and soon we had a good tight connection between us, hot slippery pussy against hot slippery pussy. We kept kissing the whole time, kissing deeply, as she moved faster and faster, humping me. I heard her squeal inside my mouth, and then she was coming on me.

My sister had a powerful climax that way, the first time she ever brought herself to orgasm while fucking another girl. But certainly not the last!

After she calmed down, we kissed some more. Then she slid off to the side. We talked a while longer, sharing soft kisses and gentle caresses. A few minutes later, Kate turned onto her back, nestling close to me. I reached over and switched off the bedside lamp.

As we lay in the dark, I began talking again about our friends at school, and Molly’s friends too, the ones we knew who had the sexiest moms. I described my fantasies about being with those little girls and their mothers, first seducing them separately, then together, fucking each of them and then watching them have sex with each other for the first time. My sister and I were masturbating, of course, and soon we climaxed. Kate came once and I came twice. After that, we were both spent. We fell asleep.

It was unusual for me to fall asleep that way, as early as it was, not yet midnight. For Kate, it wasn’t surprising. She could sleep almost anywhere at any time. But not me.

What was even more unusual, though, was that I didn’t wake up when Mommy came home later. She wasn’t driving her car that night — she was riding with Carla — so the garage door didn’t open and maybe that’s why I slept through it. When I awoke, it was to the feel of the covers being pulled back on the bed and someone getting in with us.

It was our mother.

Continue on to Chapter 77

By Naughty Mommy

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

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

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

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

“How much did you drink?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Um, 12.”

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

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

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

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

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

I shook my head.

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

She wasn’t making much sense.

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

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

“I guess, yeah.”

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

“But she’s already asleep.”

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

“Um, I don’t know, I mean…”

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure,” Chelsea grinned sleepily.

I sat on the bed next to the girl.

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

Chelsea nodded. I leaned down to kiss her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oooo-ahh!” she squealed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“G’night, Mommy.”

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

“G’night. I love you, Miss Julie.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes…”

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

“The little girl?”

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

“Wow.”

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

“There is?”

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

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

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

“Wow, you were?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay.”

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

“You told her what??”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you too, precious.”

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

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

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

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

And I wasn’t the only one.

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Wanna play that?”

“Play what?”

“Truth or Dare, dummy!”

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

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

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

“That’s all?” I asked.

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

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

She shrugged, “I guess.”

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

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

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

I nodded my head and so did Molly.

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

“Oh, uh… truth?”

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

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

“Is that it?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“When?” I asked.

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

“Oh, all right,” I said. “Sorry.”

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

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

“Dare.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Dare.”

“Okay, kiss Molly’s nipples.”

“What??”

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

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

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

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

“Your turn,” Kate said softly to Molly.

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

“Dare.”

“Kiss Julie’s nipples.”

Kate smiled. “Gladly.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Dare.”

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

“Um…”

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

“Go on,” said Kate. “You have to.”

“All right.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Truth.”

“When was the last time you masturbated?”

She blushed. “This morning in my bed.”

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

“Truth.”

“Have you ever masturbated?”

“No.”

“You want to learn how?” I blurted.

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

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

Molly frowned. “Is this still the game?”

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

She said to me, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

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

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

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

Molly giggled.

I turned to Kate, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Would you like to kiss Carla?”

She laughed, “I already have kissed Carla!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Truth,” I replied.

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

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

Molly sighed, “Wow…”

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

“Dare.”

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

“Whoa. But, all right.”

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

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

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

“Truth.”

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

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

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

“More than one girl?”

“Yeah…”

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

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

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

“Truth or dare?” Molly asked me.

“Dare.”

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

“Suck them?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, okay…”

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

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

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

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

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

“Dare.”

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

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

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

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

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

Continue on to Chapter 76

By Naughty Mommy

Another week went by. Mommy went to work, the kids had school, Kate played basketball, and we all attended her games and cheered for her.

At night, after Molly was asleep, Kate and I often would spend half an hour or so in our mother’s bed, naked with her, the three of us telling each other our dirtiest fantasies and masturbating together. Mommy restricted those weeknight sessions to self-pleasuring with only a little touching and kissing, and she limited the time we could spend that way too. She continually reminded us that doing well in school was our #1 priority.

Kate and I went along with that, although we were constantly pushing against the restraints, asking to stay longer in Mommy’s bed, eager to do more with her and with each other. But our mom was firm about the rules. The good thing about it, of course, was that all the anticipation made our weekend fun even more exciting.

Friday night at 7:30, my mother dropped me off at the Frederiksen’s. I’d been looking forward to that, and to the next night too. I had an assignment to babysit for Elaine on Saturday afternoon — she had tickets for another matinee — but in the evening Mommy was planning to go out with Carla and I would stay home with Kate and Molly. That would give Katie and me a chance to play around together, something we hadn’t done for a while.

Anyway, Dana met me at the door and I went inside. Chelsea jumped into my arms, hugging me and kissing me, squeezing me so tightly I could barely breathe.

Her mother laughed, “She really loves you!”

“Yeah, she loves me to death!” I gasped comically.

Dana was wearing the shortest little skirt I’d seen her in yet, along with a pair of very high heels. Her pretty legs were bare, so smooth and slim and so enticing. Her top was a loose-fitting white blouse, sheer enough that I could easily see her dark nipples. She wasn’t wearing a bra. All in all, a very seductive outfit. Was she on the prowl tonight?

She didn’t leave right away. Chelsea had some toys out in the living room and she and I got down on the floor and played with them while Dana walked back and forth a few times, going into the kitchen, then down the hall to her bedroom, then back to the kitchen — almost as if she was parading herself in front of me — before finally sitting on the sofa beside us. She crossed her legs and I looked at her. Actually I stared at her. By this time I felt comfortable enough not to worry about hiding my sexual interest in her.

Dana saw me staring. She smiled, then uncrossed her legs, giving me a clear view of her pink panties. I felt myself getting wet.

If Chelsea noticed any of this she didn’t give any indication of it. She seemed engrossed in the game she was playing with her toys. I did my best to stay engaged with the child, but it was difficult to compete with that display her mother was offering.

Dana picked up a magazine and leafed through it. Slowly her legs began to part, opening up a little more, and then a little more, until there was no question at all that she wanted me to look at her, to look at her crotch. I did, quite happily.

After ten minutes or so, she got up to leave. She slipped on a sweater and picked up her purse. Chelsea and I went to the door with her. Dana leaned down and gave her daughter a kiss on the lips, then gave me a kiss as well, also on the lips. She held my chin in her hand for a moment, looking at my mouth. In her high heels, she was maybe an inch taller than me. She kissed me one more time.

“I won’t be very late,” she said. “I think I’ll come home early tonight. Maybe around 11:00. Or even 10:30. Is that okay?”

“Of course, that’s fine,” I told her. “Whatever you want.”

My pulse was racing. Was this sexy woman planning to come home early for me? So that she and I could… could do what? I shivered with excitement as I imagined the possibilities.

She left. Chelsea and I were alone. It was about 8:00 o’clock. We went and played with her toys again for a while. Then we got up and took the toys into her room and put them away.

Chelsea asked me to tell her another story.

“I liked it when you did that,” the adorable 7-year-old blonde said to me. “That was a really good story. Do you know any other good ones?”

“Uh, well, sure, I can tell you another story if you want.”

“Can we do it in my bed? And be naked again? Both of us?”

I smiled at her. “Of course we can, sweetheart. Anything you want.” I kissed her on the lips.

We took off our clothes and got inside Chelsea’s bed.

Before beginning, I just looked at her, at her pretty blue eyes, at her smooth flat chest, at her pink lips. What I really wanted was to make love with this child, not tell her a bedtime story. Well, maybe tell her a story while I was ravishing her, but it wouldn’t be anything at all like a traditional fairy tale. It would be a story about how much a 12-year-old girl wanted a 7-year-old girl… and that gave me an idea.

“Do you know the story of Hansel and Gretel?” I asked.

“With, um, the breadcrumbs? And the witch?”

“Yeah, that’s the one. So, this story I’m going to tell you is like that, only it’s different.”

“Okay.”

“Once upon a time there were two little girls. They were sisters. The youngest one was 7 years old. She was a very, very pretty little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. Can you guess what her name was?”

“Chelsea?”

“Wow, good guess! How did you know?”

She giggled and scrunched closer to me.

“And the older girl, the older sister, had brown hair and brown eyes. She was 12 years old, not really grown up yet, but bigger than Chelsea. Her name was……”

“Julie!”

“That’s exactly right! You’re so amazing! How did you ever get so smart?”

“I don’t know,” she grinned.

I leaned over and gave her a nice long kiss on the lips. No tongue, not yet, but a very sexy kiss. Then I continued with my story.

“These little girls lived with their mommy in a small cottage deep inside a dark forest. No one else lived close to them. They had a few animals and their mother grew some fruits and vegetables in a garden, but they almost ever saw anyone else. Still, they were very happy together. They loved each other very much. But there was only one problem. Do you know what that was?”

“No…” Chelsea shook her head.

“Well, the older sister, Julie, really enjoyed going out on long walks through the forest. She loved to look at the trees and the flowers and see the animals, all the birds and the squirrels and sometimes a deer or a fox or some little bunny rabbits. Julie loved her walks, and she always took Chelsea along with her. They had a good time together, finding fun things to see. But the problem was that Julie wanted to go farther each time, stay away longer and explore more of the forest, see things they hadn’t seen before. This began to worry their mother. She was afraid they might get lost someday. So, you know what she did?”

“Gave ‘em some bread?”

“Right, except it wasn’t bread. She gave them cookies instead. What’s your favorite kind of cookies?”

“Um, chocolate chip?”

“That’s my favorite too.” I smiled at her and chucked her chin.

“When Julie and Chelsea went out on their walks, their mom would give them a bag of chocolate chip cookies. She told them to crumble up one of the cookies and leave a bit of it behind them as they were walking, making a trail of cookie crumbs so they could always find their way back home. They could eat the rest of the cookies, but they should always be careful to leave that trail behind them.”

I looked down at Chelsea, making sure I still held her interest with my long story. She smiled back up at me, clearly very involved in it. Or in me, anyway.

“But one day Julie decided to go much farther into the forest than they had ever gone before. She wanted to see something new, find something different. The sisters had been walking so long after a while, they got hungry and they ate up all the cookies in the bag. Now they didn’t have any left to make a trail of crumbs. But Julie said it didn’t matter. She was sure she could find her way back. Except then it began to get dark. And Julie stopped and looked around. She had to admit, she really wasn’t sure where they were, or how to get back. Chelsea wanted to go home. She wanted to see her mommy again. She started to cry. Julie picked her up and held her. She hugged the little girl and kissed her and told her not to worry, that everything would be okay. She would take care of her.”

I reached over to the lamp on a little table beside the bed and switched it off. Now the room was mostly dark. There was still some light coming in through the door from the living room, but it was dusky in Chelsea’s bedroom.

Scooting down in the bed, I put my face close to hers and said, “It got very dark in the forest. Julie and Chelsea were both kind of afraid. But Julie told her sister not to worry, everything would be all right. It was nighttime now and getting cold. They found a little shelter of some branches that had fallen from a tree and they got down inside, huddling together, hugging each other to stay warm. Chelsea wanted her mommy. She almost started to cry again. But she was happy that she had Julie to take care of her. Julie thought it would be a good idea if they kissed each other, closed their eyes and hugged and just kissed and pretended they were home in their bed where they slept together every night and kissed each other in the dark. So that’s what they did. The sisters got very close and hugged and kissed and stayed warm until finally they fell asleep.”

I paused.

“Do you want to kiss like they did?” I whispered to the naked girl. “Pretend we’re two sisters lost in the forest and we have to hug and kiss each other to stay warm and safe?”

“Okay,” she whispered back.

We put our arms around each other in her bed, bringing our mouths together. Chelsea kissed me so wonderfully, so warmly, so erotically — oh my, her kissing alone was almost enough to make me come. She’d obviously had a very good teacher, and a lot of practice!

I kissed her for a long time, but finally decided I’d better go on with the story. I lifted my face away from hers. I was lying on top of her, the little girl’s legs spread apart, my belly pressing into her crotch. If I didn’t stop now, I knew, I might not be able to stop at all.

“Should I finish telling you the story?”

“If you want to.”

She would be just as happy, it seemed, to go on kissing. I would have to, except I was pretty sure the kissing would have led to something else, and I wasn’t quite ready for that. Not yet.

“All right.”

I sat up again and switched on the lamp, bathing us in light. “It was morning. The sisters were safe. They were hungry and they were cold, but they were together and they were safe. The sun was shining down through the trees, beginning to warm them a little. Julie decided which way they should go and they started walking. After a while they came to a house. It was a very old house, not nearly as nice and cute as their little cottage. But maybe somebody lived there who could help them, give them some food, show them the way home. They went up to the door and Julie knocked on it. The door opened. A woman looked out at them, a woman about the same age as their mom. She seemed familiar in a way, like someone the sisters might have seen before, even though they were sure they’d never met her. Unlike their mother, who had blonde hair and blue eyes —”

“Like my mom,” interjected Chelsea.

“That’s right,” I smiled. “The mommy of the girls in this story looked just like your mommy, honey. But this other woman in the very old house in the forest had black hair and very dark eyes. She wasn’t ugly at all, though. In fact, she was pretty, especially when she smiled. The woman invited them inside and led them over to sit by the warm fire in the fireplace. She brought them mugs of hot chocolate to drink, and freshly baked blueberry muffins to eat. Then she sat with them and asked who they were and where they came from. They told her about getting lost in the forest at night. ‘Oh, you poor dears’, she said to them. ‘I’m so sorry you are lost. You are welcome to stay here with me until we find your mommy again. I don’t know of any other houses nearby, but we can go out together and look.’ The woman told the girls that her name was Donna.”

“That’s almost like my mommy’s name.”

“Yes, that’s right, and that’s just what Chelsea thought in my story too. Because her mommy’s name was — do you know what it was? — it was Dana!”

Chelsea grinned at me.

“Anyway, after the sisters had something to eat and got warm by the fire, Donna took them out and they walked all around for hours and hours… but they never found a trace of their little cottage. They couldn’t find anything at all that seemed familiar, or any cookie crumbs on the ground either. That made them sad. At the end of a long day, they went back to Donna’s house with her. She fed them a nice dinner and kept telling the girls they could stay with her and she would take care of them until they found their mommy again. When it was time to go to sleep, Donna told them she had only one bed, and asked if they would mind sleeping in the same bed with her. They said they wouldn’t mind. Julie and Chelsea didn’t have any jammies with them, of course, so Donna let them each wear one of her shirts to sleep in.”

“Or they could sleep naked,” Chelsea suggested.

“Yes, they could have done that. But they didn’t. Not the first night, anyway. The second day after breakfast, they went out and walked around again all day long, but they still didn’t find their cottage. It was the same thing on the third day and the fourth day too. The sisters missed their mommy very much. They felt sad and lonely, although they also felt lucky that they had met Donna and that she was taking such good care of them. They liked her. She was nice and she was pretty and she hugged them and kissed them a lot. But she wasn’t their mommy. She didn’t look like her at all. At night, though, when the girls would get in bed with her to sleep, Donna held them close and they cuddled with her and it felt to Chelsea and Julie almost as if it was their mommy who was holding them. Then on the fifth night, something different happened. Donna said she forgot to do the washing that day and she didn’t have any clean shirts for the girls to wear to bed. They told her that was okay, because at home when they slept in bed with their mommy, they didn’t wear anything at all. They were naked, and their mommy was too.”

I looked down at Chelsea. “Have you heard this story before?” I asked her. “How come you always know what’s going to happen?”

“I don’t know,” she giggled.

“Well, they all agreed it sounded like a good idea to sleep naked, and that’s what they did. And when they hugged and kissed each other that night, it felt even better than it had before, because now there was nothing between them, no shirts or anything in the way, just warm skin on warm skin. They would always kiss at night before they went to sleep, but on this night they kept kissing much longer than before, just because it felt so nice. And then Donna did something else. She took one of her hands and put it down between Julie’s legs and she took her other hand and put it between Chelsea’s legs…”

As I said this, I took Chelsea’s hand in mine and placed it between my legs, pressing her fingers against my pussy. I put my other hand between her legs, cupping her warm little vulva. I knew this was a step way beyond where we’d gone before. But I didn’t feel nervous about it at all. Just very, very excited.

The little girl looked at me, her eyes wide as I continued telling the story, leaving our hands over our pussies. My mouth was close to hers, and my voice was low.

“Chelsea liked the way it felt that night in Donna’s bed. She liked having Donna touch her that way. Then Donna said to Chelsea, ‘Do you know what this is that I’m touching?’ Chelsea said she didn’t know. So Donna told her, ‘These are your other lips, your pussy lips. And just like I can kiss these lips here,’ Donna gave Chelsea a little kiss on the mouth” (I gave the real Chelsea a kiss too) “and said, ‘Just like I can kiss these lips, I can also kiss your other lips, your pussy lips. Would you like that?’ Chelsea told Donna she would like that. Donna turned and asked Julie the same question, and Julie said she also would like to have Donna kiss her pussy lips. So they pushed down the covers and Donna got between Chelsea’s legs and gave her a nice sweet kiss right on her pussy lips. Then she did the same thing with Julie, kissing her pussy lips. And what do you think happened next?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, Donna looked at them, at the two sisters, in a funny sort of way. She frowned and she said ‘I… I remember something now… an evil magician who came here one day, and… oh, it was awful, he wanted to take me away, make me go with him… but I wouldn’t, I fought him… I cried and said I had to stay and wait for… wait for… so then he cast a spell over me… he changed me, and…’ Donna looked closely at the two girls. She said to them, ‘He said I could never break the spell unless… unless…’ Suddenly she seemed to recall something very important. ‘Julie,’ she said, ‘will you please kiss my pussy lips?’ And Donna moved up on the bed until she had her pussy right in front of Julie’s mouth. ‘Please, Julie,’ said Donna, ‘please kiss my lips.’ So Julie did. She closed her eyes and she put her lips on the dark-haired woman’s pussy lips and kissed her. Then Donna turned to Chelsea. She moved over in front of her. Chelsea looked at the woman. She looked at her pussy. There was curly black hair all around it, but she could see the woman’s lips, her pussy lips. And Donna said, ‘Chelsea, will you please kiss my lips?’ Chelsea didn’t know what to do.”

I paused, and then I asked, “What do you think she should do?”

“She should kiss her pussy lips.”

“Why?”

“Because Donna’s nice to them.”

I lifted the child’s hand away from my crotch and took my other hand away from hers. I raised our hands to our mouths. I kissed her fingers, and she followed my lead, kissing my fingers. We looked into each other’s eyes. I kissed her gently on the mouth. Then I went on with the story.

“Well, that’s just what Chelsea did. She closed her eyes and put her face between Donna’s legs, into the middle of all the curly black hair, and she kissed the woman’s pussy lips. And that’s when the magic happened. Those black hairs that were tickling Chelsea’s face suddenly went away. The little girl opened her eyes. She still saw pussy lips but the hair that was there had disappeared. It was all gone and the pussy lips were smooth. She looked up at the woman and — and her hair wasn’t black any more, it was blonde now! Her eyes weren’t dark, they were blue! It wasn’t Donna she was looking at, it was Dana, her mommy! Her mommy was back!!”

Chelsea’s eyes were shining. She had a big smile on her face.

“So that’s what broke the spell cast by the awful evil magician. It took a very special kiss from Julie and from Chelsea, Mommy’s beautiful daughters, on her pussy lips. When they did that, the spell was broken. Mommy was back — and they weren’t in an old house any more, they were in their own cute little cottage. The girls were so happy, so very happy, and so was their mommy. After that, they always slept in the same bed, they always slept naked, and every night they would always kiss each other’s pussy lips before they fell asleep. And they lived happily ever after.”

Chelsea giggled and hugged me tightly. “That was a good story!” she said.

I brought my mouth to hers and we kissed, warmly and wetly. We kissed for several minutes. I knew it was getting late, though, already well past her bedtime. And I also knew that if I stayed with her too much longer I would badly want to kiss her other lips too. That was okay for a fairy tale, perhaps, but I wasn’t so sure Dana would approve of it in real life.

So I told her it was time for her to go to sleep. I asked her if she needed to tinkle and she said she did. We got up and took care of that, and she brushed her teeth too, then I put her back to bed. I gave Chelsea one more long kiss, said goodnight, and left the room, taking my clothes with me.

In the living room, I sat on the sofa, still naked, and thought about what I had just done. Not only had I french-kissed a 7-year-old girl, not only had I told her a very naughty bedtime story about a pair of sisters kissing their mother’s pussy, but I had also put my hand between her legs, and her hand between my legs! I smiled as I thought about it. I smelled my fingers, the ones that had touched her. I couldn’t smell anything special, and I didn’t think she really had been wet, but I licked the fingers anyway, just in case.

Then I put my clothes back on. I decided not to masturbate, partly because it was already past 10:00 o’clock and Dana had said she might come home early that night, but also because I was hoping when she did come home I might get an orgasm another way — from her!

Continue on to Chapter 75

By Naughty Mommy

“Once upon a time…”

I was sitting with 7-year-old Chelsea in her bed. We were both naked. I was telling her a story before she went to sleep.

“Once upon a time there were three little girls. They were sisters and they lived with their mommy in a big house far out in the country. The three girls were very happy with their mommy. They loved her very much and they knew she loved them too. But sometimes they liked to play a funny game, a game where Mommy would pretend to be mad at her daughters and she would chase them all around and they would run away and try to hide from her. One of the girls, the oldest one, was named Julie. She was 12. The middle sister’s name was, um, Emily. She was 9 years old. And the youngest girl, the cutest one of the three, was only 7. She was very pretty. Her name was Chelsea.”

Chelsea wiggled a little beside me, scooting closer, her warm naked body next to mine. She smiled, “I like this story.”

“So, one night when the little girls were playing on the floor in the living room and it was starting to get late, Mommy told her daughters it was time for them to get ready for bed. But the three girls didn’t want to. They were having too much fun playing and they wanted to stay up instead of going to bed. Mommy asked them a second time to go get themselves ready for bed, but they wouldn’t. So then Mommy stood up, putting her hands on her hips, frowning down at them.”

I imitated that posture while sitting in bed. My comical frown made Chelsea laugh.

“‘If you don’t go and get ready for bed right now’, Mommy told them, ‘I will pounce on you and grab you and eat you all up and there will be nothing left of you!’ She leaned over to grab them, and do you know what the three little girls did then?”

Chelsea shook her head, wide-eyed.

“They jumped up and ran away from their mommy and she started chasing them! The little girls were shrieking, screaming, running fast. Their mommy said, ‘I’m going to get you! I’m gonna grab you and eat you all up!’ The three girls quickly ran into their bedrooms, each of them slamming their door behind them. Their hearts were beating very fast.”

I put my hand over my heart, as though feeling how fast it was beating. Chelsea put her hand over her heart too.

“So, big bad Mommy went up to the first bedroom door, where the oldest girl was. Julie was inside her room, behind the door, leaning against it, trying to keep it closed. Then she decided to stack a few pillows against the door, hoping that would keep her angry mommy out so she wouldn’t come in and eat her up. Do you think that would work, putting pillows behind the door? Would that keep Mommy out?”

“Uh-uh,” Chelsea shook her head.

“Big bad Mommy said, ‘If you don’t open this door right now, I’m going to huff and puff and blow the door down — and then I will come in and eat you all up!’ Julie sat back on the floor, waiting to see what would happen. She heard Mommy say, ‘I’m huffing, I’m puffing, I’m blowing your door down!’ And suddenly the door burst open, the pillows flying away. They didn’t stop her at all. That was silly, trying to use pillows to keep her angry mommy out, wasn’t it?” I looked at Chelsea.

“Uh-huh,” she agreed. “Except their mommy wasn’t really mad at them, was she?”

“No, she wasn’t, honey. This was just a fun game that they played.”

“Good.”

“But big bad Mommy jumped on Julie. She grabbed her and tickled her and pretended she was going to eat her all up, but really she was just hugging her and kissing her. Julie laughed and laughed and pretty soon Mommy stopped tickling her so much, and then her mother’s kisses became nice and soft, and Mommy whispered to Julie, ‘Okay, baby girl, you get ready for bed now. I have to go chase after your sisters.’ ‘Okay, Mommy’, said Julie. She kissed her mom one more time and then Julie started taking off her clothes and getting ready for bed. Meanwhile, Mommy went to the next door down the hall, to Emily’s room.”

“This is a good story,” Chelsea said again. I smiled at her and tweaked her little nose, then leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

I continued, “Big bad Mommy went to Emily’s door. It was closed. Behind the door, Emily had piled up some of her dolls and her stuffed animals, thinking that might keep her angry mommy from getting in. Big bad Mommy knocked hard on the door and said, ‘Open up this door! You better open up this door!’ And do you know what Emily said?”

Chelsea grinned, “Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin!”

“That’s right,” I laughed, “except she didn’t say chinny-chin-chin, because she didn’t have any hair on her chin, just like you don’t.”

I tickled Chelsea’s chin. She giggled and scrunched up even closer to me. “Emily didn’t have any hair on her chin, or anywhere else on her body, not even on her little cootchie, her pussy. Do you have any hair on your pussy, Chelsea?”

“No,” she grinned, pushing down the covers to show me.

“I know you don’t, and neither did Emily in this story, or her sisters either. So when the big bad mommy said, ‘Open this door’, Emily said, ‘Not by the hair on the top of my head!’”

Chelsea laughed.

“But Mommy said, ‘Then I will huff and I will puff and I will blow your door down!’ She started pretend huffing and puffing and pushed on the door and of course it came open easy. Those dolls and toys didn’t stop her at all. Mommy jumped on top of Emily and played that game like she was eating her up, but really she was just hugging her daughter and tickling her and kissing her a lot. Emily loved it when her mommy did that. And then next, when Mommy was done with Emily, she went to Chelsea’s room.”

I looked down at the little blonde beside me in the bed. Putting on a big fake frown, my hands on my hips, I growled in sort of a deep voice, “You better open this door!”

Chelsea cried, “Not by the hair on my ch— I mean, not by hair on the top of my head!”

“If you don’t open this door,” I growled, “I will huff and I will puff and I will blow the door down!”

Chelsea giggled and hugged me, squeezing me tight, her face pressing against my naked breast.

“But you know what happened?”

“What?”

“Do you know what Chelsea did?”

“Uh-uh, what?”

“Well, Chelsea was much smarter than her sisters. She didn’t use anything silly like pillows or stuffed animals to try to keep her door from opening. She used a big toy chest she had in her room. It was very heavy, but the little girl was strong enough that she could push it over to her door, right up against it. Maybe that would keep the big bad mommy out! Do you think it would?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you want Chelsea to keep her Mommy out there in the hall, behind the door? Or do you want big bad Mommy to come in and get Chelsea?”

“Um, I don’t know.”

“Do you want Mommy to come in and jump on Chelsea and hug her and kiss her all over and pretend she’s eating her up?”

“Yeah, I do…” she whispered. The child was hugging me, her face on my chest, big blue eyes looking up at me.

In a soft voice, I told her, “So, the big bad mommy huffed and puffed and huffed and puffed and huffed and puffed some more, and then she blew the door down and came in and found her little Chelsea, and she hugged her and kissed her.”

I slid down so I could be closer to the girl. Taking her face in my hands, I whispered, “And while she was kissing her, Mommy took all of Chelsea’s clothes off, so her little girl would be naked. And Mommy hugged her sweet daughter, hugging her and kissing everywhere, kissing her all over. Do you think Chelsea liked that?”

She nodded to me.

I got on top of her in bed, laying my naked body on hers. The tiny child spread her legs. My belly was pressing into her warm crotch. I kissed her and hugged her. Soon we were kissing the way we had the last time I’d babysat for her, tongues inside each other’s mouths, eagerly exploring. I sucked her tongue and she sucked mine. We moaned together, kissing wetly.

After several minutes of this, I pulled away, breathing hard. I looked at the little girl, the 7-year-old blonde I was kissing. Chelsea’s face was flushed, her lips wet. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but I knew I couldn’t do that. What I was doing already with her was way over the line, and yet somehow I wasn’t worried about it. I realized, though, that I could only go so far. For now, anyway.

“Okay, baby,” I whispered, “you should go to sleep now.”

“Okay,” she nodded.

“Let’s get your jammies on.”

“But, can I stay this way tonight? With no jammies? Mommy lets me do that when I sleep in her bed with her.”

“Well, uh…” I was left nearly speechless, dazzled by the vision of little Chelsea sleeping naked with her sexy mom.

Finally I stammered, “Uh, well, I guess, okay, if she does… then I guess so.”

I got slowly out of her bed, feeling feverish with lust. Somehow I managed to think straight enough to ask, “Do you need to tinkle before you go to sleep?”

“Uh-uh.” She turned on her side, facing me, laying her little head on her hands, yawning once, then closing her eyes.

I knelt beside her, softly kissing her cheek. “Okay, goodnight, sweetie.”

“G’night, Miss Julie. Thank you for telling me a story.”

“You’re welcome, precious.” After kissing her cheek once more, I got up, gathered my clothes, and left the room.

I was tempted to stay naked. It felt nice, and I was definitely planning to masturbate anyway, but I decided it might be too much if Dana came home and found me that way. So I put on my socks and my jeans and my sweater, leaving my sneakers off and tucking my bra and panties into my backpack. Then I sat on the sofa and waited about ten minutes, giving Chelsea time to fall asleep.

An hour later, I was exhausted. I’d enjoyed three very strong orgasms, and my hands and the inside of my jeans were soaked. Next time, I told myself, I should put a big towel underneath me so I don’t get my clothes all wet. I really didn’t want to zip my jeans back up when they were so gooey inside, so I took them off and cleaned myself up, then got my panties out of my backpack and put them on. I hung my jeans over a chair in the kitchen, figuring I would put them on again at about 11:30. Hopefully they would be mostly dry by that time.

I looked through the movies Dana had, deciding to watch Legally Blonde. I’d seen it before a few times and liked it.

Dana got home at about 11:45, a few minutes after the movie ended. By then, I had my jeans back on, and they were pretty dry. I wondered, though, if she might still be able to smell my pussy juice. I had made them really wet!

She came in and I got up to greet her. There was that wonderful smile I loved. What a pretty girl she was! Really a woman, of course, at age 27, but Dana was so small and cute, she seemed just like a girl.

She put down her purse and dropped her sweater over it. “Hi, babe. How’d everything go?” she asked.

“Fine, no problems. Your daughter is an angel.”

Dana took my face in her hands. “So are you,” she said gently, looking into my eyes.

And then she kissed me. It was a soft kiss, no tongue or anything, but she held it a long time. She kissed me once, and then she kissed me again, a little harder. My tummy was fluttering with excitement.

When she finally pulled away, Dana seemed embarrassed.

“Sorry,” she giggled. “I couldn’t help it. It’s like, you know, kissing a pretty girl can be really nice at times.”

“I know,” I told her. “I like it too.”

“You do?” Her eyebrows went up.

“Mm-hm,” I nodded. “But, can I tell you something?”

“Sure, honey. Let’s sit down for a minute, okay?” Holding my hand, Dana led me to the small sofa. We sat next to each other.

“Would you like something to drink?” she asked.

“No, I’m okay. But thank you.”

“I want to get some wine before we talk. Is that all right? Do you have time to stay for a little while?”

“Sure, it’s fine.”

She got up and returned a minute later with a glass of white wine. As she sat, she smoothed her dress over her thighs, actually tugging it up some when she crossed her legs. She smiled at me. “So, what did you want to tell me?”

“Well, um,” I swallowed, “when I, when I was putting Chelsea to bed, both this time and last time too, when I gave her a kiss, a goodnight kiss, I mean, she, um, the way she kissed me, well, you know, it was…” I trailed off.

“I know what you mean.” Dana patted my knee reassuringly. She left her hand there. She didn’t say anything else, just looked into my eyes.

“And I…” I went on, “I mean, she told me that, that she learned how to kiss that way, from you.”

“That’s right, she did,” the woman nodded. She didn’t seem a bit embarrassed about admitting that.

“Oh, okay. Well, I just wanted you to know. I mean, I wanted you to know that I knew about it, and that, that I think it’s okay. That it’s fine.” I felt sort of silly telling her it was fine, as if I was in any position to give her parenting advice. But that’s what I said. Then I added, “I hope you don’t mind my saying that.”

“No, of course not, honey,” she patted my leg again, her hand moving up to my thigh. “We’re friends, and you can tell me anything.”

“Good,” I smiled. “But, um, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, sweetie.” She took a big drink of her wine, then gave me that magnificent smile again.

“Well, uh…”

Then I surprised myself. I was thinking I would ask her why she taught her daughter to kiss that way, or when they had started or something like that, but I didn’t. Instead I suddenly leaned in and kissed Dana. I brought my face up close and put my lips on hers. I opened my mouth and teased her lips with my tongue. She opened her mouth too and we kissed deliciously and wetly.

At length I ended the kiss and drew my face back. She was smiling at me.

“Sorry,” I joked, “I couldn’t help it.”

We laughed together. Then she asked, “Does your mom know you kiss girls that way?”

“Uh-huh. She, um… she, like, taught me to do it that way.”

“Oh, I see,” she grinned. “So, I guess I’m not the only one.”

“No, I don’t think so,” I smiled. “I think maybe lots of other moms do that.”

“Maybe.”

We sat for a minute, just looking at each other. She took another drink of wine. I wondered if we would kiss again or possibly do something more.

But then she said, “Could you come back tomorrow night, Julie? And babysit for Chelsea again? I, there’s something I need to do. I won’t be gone that long, though. Can you?”

“Yeah, I could,” I told her. “Sure. What time?”

“Uh, why don’t you come over about 8:00… and like I said, I won’t be gone long, I’ll be back by around 9:30. But maybe you can stay a little while after that so you and I can talk some more, like we did tonight, okay?”

The look in her eyes when she said ‘talk’ made me sure she intended more than that. My pussy tingled. “Okay, that’s fine, 8 o’clock,” I nodded.

I was thinking to myself that this meant I wouldn’t have a chance for Saturday evening fun with my mom and Kate, unless we did something late at night — but on the other hand, it could mean a new kind of fun with Chelsea and Dana. Who knew what might happen?

“Good.” She patted my leg once more, her small hand moving even higher up my thigh. She gave me a little squeeze there and then leaned in for another kiss. This one was short and soft, with her mouth closed, but very sweet and promising. My pussy throbbed. I knew it had to be soaking wet again.

After the kiss, Dana took a final swig of her wine, emptying the glass. Then she stood up. She went to her purse and took out $60.

“I really wish I could give you more,” she said as she handed the cash to me. Her look was so plaintive, so yearning for approval it almost broke my heart.

I hugged her. “It’s okay. It’s plenty. But you don’t have to give me anything if you can’t afford it. I mean that, I’ll take care of her for nothing.”

“Oh, honey, you’re so sweet.” We were still hugging. She rubbed my bottom. It felt nice.

Dana held me out at arm’s length. “You take the money,” she said softly. “You’ve earned it. And I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“Okay.”

I called my mom and ten minutes later she was there to take me home. As we were driving, I said, “Dana asked if I could sit for her again tomorrow night, at 8 o’clock. I said I could. Is that all right?”

“Sure, it’s fine, sweetheart,” my mother smiled. “I didn’t have any special plans. Do you like working for her?”

“Yeah, um, she’s really nice. And really pretty too.”

“Yes, she is. Has she kissed you yet?”

I looked at my mom, surprised by the question.

She chuckled, “It’s perfectly obvious to me, honey. Of course she wants to kiss you. And why wouldn’t she? You’re a very sexy and desirable girl.”

“I am?”

“Yes, you are. I see women all the time looking at you, admiring you. Men too, of course.”

“Yuck.”

That made her laugh.

As we pulled into the garage and she shut off the engine, Mommy said, “It’s late, but maybe we can see if Katie is still awake and wants to play around with us for a while. Would you like that?”

“Yeah, I would,” I smiled.

So, we went upstairs and into my sister’s room. She was still awake, listening to Tatu with her headphones on and looking at a sports magazine, a special issue on female athletes. When she saw us, she took off the headphones, giving us a big smile.

The three of us then went to our mother’s bedroom where we pleasured each other’s bodies with our mouths and tongues and fingers until almost 2:00 in the morning. Finally, after we’d all enjoyed several tremendous orgasms, Mommy told us we needed to get some sleep. But she let us stay in her bed.

I was as happy as I could be, cuddling close to my wonderful mom, her warm naked body next to mine, our skin still slightly damp from all our exertions, our pussies still tingling. My sister was snuggled up on the other side, that little chipmunk face I adored smiling at me just before I fell asleep.

* * *

When I arrived at Dana’s apartment the next evening, I found her wearing shorts and a t-shirt. She wasn’t really dressed to go out. Of course, what she’d told me the night before was that she had ‘something’ she needed to do and wouldn’t be gone long, so apparently it wasn’t a date or anything.

Anyway, I went inside and Chelsea came running out to greet me. I picked her up, giving her a big hug and getting a nice long kiss on the lips from her. Dana kissed me too, on the mouth, while I was still holding Chelsea. That was arousing.

Dana got her stuff together, leaving a few minutes later, saying she probably would be back within an hour and that I shouldn’t worry about getting Chelsea ready for bed. She would take care of that herself. As she went out the door, she gave me another sweet kiss.

Since it didn’t seem like Dana would be gone for very long, I decided not to try anything racy with her daughter that night. There would be plenty of other opportunities for that, I hoped. Chelsea took me to her room where she had her dolls and stuffed animals arrayed in a big circle on the floor. She said they were in school and she was the teacher. We played that game happily until her mom got home.

* * *

“I’ve got treats for you!” Dana sang out as she came through the door. Chelsea ran to see what she’d brought, and I followed.

It was ice cream sundaes for each of us. Actually, not ice cream, but frozen yogurt from TCBY. They were delicious. We sat together around their little kitchen table, gobbling up the treats, smiling and giggling at each other.

When we were finished, I got up and said, “Thank you very much for the sundae, Dana. It was really good. I’ll call my mom now.”

“No, um, well,” Dana began, “if it’s all right, honey, I was thinking maybe you could stay a little longer. You could help me, you know, get Chelsea ready for bed. I’ll pay you for it, of course.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I told her. “I’m glad to stay and help, but you don’t have to pay me anything for it. I like being with you guys.”

“Good.” She got to her feet, flashing that radiant smile, and gave me a warm hug.

We went to Chelsea’s room. I helped pick up the dolls and things and put them back where they belonged. I expected the next thing after that would be to put Chelsea’s jammies on her, or maybe take her in to brush her teeth. But instead, Dana said, “Do you want to sleep in Mommy’s bed tonight, baby?”

“Yeah, I do!” The little girl bounced excitedly up and down.

“Okay, let’s go in there.”

Like the other rooms in the apartment, Dana’s bedroom was tiny and cramped. A chest of drawers, a small vanity and a double bed pretty much filled the space.

I stood and watched as Dana sat on the bed with her daughter and started taking off her clothes. The child was wearing a lavender long-sleeved turtleneck, tight-fitting, and a ruffle skirt, the same one she’d had on the night before. I’d noticed while we were playing that the turtleneck was thin enough and tight enough to let me see the points of the 7-year-old’s tiny nipples. I liked that.

Dana pulled the shirt over Chelsea’s head. Now I could see her bare chest again. So nice and flat and smooth. Chelsea lay on her back, allowing her mom to pull off the skirt and her white panties too. Dana leaned over and kissed her little girl, lying naked on the bed. It made my pussy tingle to see them kissing that way.

Then she asked, “Would you like Miss Julie to give you a goodnight kiss now?”

“Yes please,” Chelsea nodded, looking up at me.

Suddenly I was feeling very nervous. Dana knew I had kissed Chelsea before, that I had kissed her using my tongue, because I’d told her about it. But it was one thing to talk about it in the abstract, and another thing to do it right in front of her! Maybe, though, this one would be just a normal goodnight kiss. A nice kiss on the lips from the little girl, but nothing else. Maybe that’s all it would be.

It wasn’t.

As I leaned over, the naked young blonde put her arms around me and pulled my mouth to hers. Her lips parted. Mine did too. We kissed as wetly and sensually as we had before. I heard myself moaning as I sucked on her tongue and I could hear her moaning too. But someone else was moaning as well. It was Dana.

When I ended the kiss. I pulled away and looked at Chelsea’s mom. Her face was flushed. She was breathing hard and licking her lips. She looked very turned on.

“Okay, uh…” Dana began in a hoarse voice. “I… I need to talk with Miss Julie for a few minutes, and then I’ll come and get in bed with you. All right, little baby?”

“Okay, Mommy.”

I stood up, watching as the nude 7-year-old girl climbed under the covers.

“G’night, Miss Julie,” Chelsea smiled. “Thank you for playing with me.”

“Goodnight, honey,” I said, blowing her another kiss. “Sleep tight.”

Dana and I went out, leaving the door open just a crack. In the living room, we sat down on the sofa side by side, not saying anything for half a minute or so. She seemed to be trying to regain her composure.

Finally, in a soft voice, she said, “Julie, you and and I are friends, right?”

“Yeah, I guess. I mean, I hope so.” That seemed like a dumb response, but it was what I said.

“Do you think it’s bad that I taught her to kiss that way?” Her head was down, looking at her hands in her lap.

“No, um, like I said before, I think it’s fine. And, well, you know, my mom kisses me that way too sometimes.”

“Does she?” The woman looked up at me.

“Yeah, um, I mean, maybe I shouldn’t tell you that, but, but if we’re friends, and you don’t tell anyone else…”

“No, of course, I wouldn’t.” She turned quickly to me, taking my hands in hers, gazing earnestly into my eyes.

I looked at her face, at her beautiful blue eyes, her full red lips. My heart was pounding. I wanted to kiss her, and do more than just kiss her. I wanted to make love with her, go into her bedroom, get in bed with Chelsea, and make love with both of them at the same time!

We looked at each other a moment longer, the air between us crackling with electric tension.

Dana licked her lips. She was breathing hard again. Shaking her head slightly, she said, “I… I never knew how it would feel to see her kiss another girl, like, like the way she was kissing you just now. I’m sorry, I hope it doesn’t upset you, Julie, but I, I have to say, it got me really excited. Do you think that’s bad?”

Part of me wondered why a 27-year-old woman would be asking a 12-year-old girl for advice on morals. I didn’t think I was any kind of an expert.

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I, no, I mean, it’s not bad. You can’t help it if it gets you excited. And I don’t think it’s wrong anyway. If a mom and girl love each other, then, you know, why not?”

That didn’t sound very brilliant to me, but it did appear to make her feel better. She smiled at me, squeezing my hands. “Thank you. You are a good friend.”

We didn’t kiss again. Not right then. Dana took a deep breath and let it out. Then she got up from the sofa. “Could you come back again next Friday? And babysit? Would that be all right?”

I got up too. “Yeah, um, I think so. Sure.”

“Good, I’ll call you later this week and let you know what time.”

“Okay. I’ll call my mom now.”

* * *

I was home by about 10:15. Kate was still up, of course. Mommy took us to her bedroom where we got undressed and watched some lesbian porn on her laptop and then started making love.

It was so awesome. All three of us now could do everything we wanted with each other. We had fingers in pussies and tongues on clits and mouths sucking nipples. We came on each other’s faces, we came in each other’s mouths, and we came pussy to pussy, fucking each other.

After a couple of hours, Mommy went to get Molly. She brought her to us totally naked this time. My baby sister sucked on our nipples, going from one to the other, crawling across our nude bodies as the three of us lay side by side on the bed. We masturbated and she sucked our tits, and after we’d each had at least one more orgasm, our mother finally turned out the light and we fell asleep that way.

This was the first time all four of us had slept in the same bed. It was a little crowded, but I didn’t mind at all being so close to my mom and to my sisters, all of us naked together, such a happy little family.

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