Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

When I woke up the next morning, Sunday morning, I was already wet.

I’d been having a super sexy dream about being together with a lot of little girls, all of them naked, all of them kissing me and touching me. In my dream the girls kept changing from some of the ones I’d met in Vermont to some of the kids who’d been at Molly’s sleepover. Chelsea was in the dream part of the time too, kissing me with her tongue the way she had that night when I was babysitting for her.

After quickly getting up and going to the bathroom, I got back in bed and started rubbing myself, remembering the dream and the deliciously dirty things it contained. I thought about all the cute girls at the slumber party and the way my mom and I had fantasized about having sex with them. I thought about how amazing it had been to lick the little girls, the youngest ones, during the orgy and how nice it felt to have them lick me. I thought some more about Chelsea and her pretty mother, Dana, and I wondered if anything else would ever happen with them.

I actually ended up thinking more than masturbating that morning. I rubbed my pussy for a while, and it felt great, of course, but I didn’t quite reach a climax. That was okay, I’d had plenty the night before with my mom and Kate!

A few minutes later, while I was taking a shower, I started thinking about something else. I remembered a conversation I’d had with myself while we were on our trip, how I’d pondered what it meant to be in a romantic relationship with my mother and yet at the same time to have desires for other girls and women, including my sisters, and sometimes to act on those desires.

If I had sex with others, and my mom did too, what did that mean in terms of our commitment to each other? I’d intended to talk with my mother about it, but hadn’t yet had the chance. Today seemed like a good day to do that.

It was April now, and getting warmer outside. I put on a pair of shorts and tennis shoes and a little sleeveless blouse without a bra. Then I went downstairs for breakfast.

I found Mommy and Molly in the kitchen. Mom was drinking coffee and looking at the newspaper, and Molly was eating a bowl of cereal. I got some cereal myself and sat down with them.

“Hey, sugar,” my mother leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Would you like me to make you anything else?”

“No, this is fine.”

“Are you sure? Do you want some toast? Maybe an English muffin?”

“Um, okay, toast would be good, I guess.”

She fixed me a piece of toast while Molly and I talked about horses. I wasn’t very interested in horses, but since my mom had started taking Molly riding a few times, that had become my little sister’s newest fascination.

About the time I finished eating, Kate came into the kitchen. She looked a bit tired but very happy. Mommy gave her a big squeeze and a long kiss on the lips. I liked seeing them that way, so close, hugging and kissing each other. It made my pussy feel warm inside.

A half hour later, after I’d helped my mom clean up the breakfast dishes, I asked her if she and I could go on a walk together that day.

“Sure,” she said. “I was planning to go to the gym with Katie this afternoon, after lunch. But we can take a walk now if you want to.”

My mother liked going for long walks around our neighborhood for exercise on the weekends, and sometimes she would jog too. Often when she walked, she would take one of us girls with her. It was a good opportunity for uninterrupted conversations. Occasionally all three of us would walk with her, but usually just one at a time. That way Mommy could spend private time with each of us, finding out what was going on inside our heads and in our lives.

We strolled along together, holding hands. “Was there something you wanted to talk about, little girl?” she asked.

“Yeah, there was.”

I waited a minute before continuing, trying to figure out exactly what it was I wanted to say. My mom didn’t interrupt, giving me time to think.

“Mommy, would you say that you and me are, like, in a relationship now?”

“What do you mean by a relationship?”

“Well, I mean, do we have sort of a connection, um, a commitment? I mean, not only mother and daughter, and not just like lovers, you know, someone to have sex with, but really in a committed relationship. Like girlfriends, or maybe even more than that, I guess.”

“Why do you ask?”

“Because I was thinking about what it means if I’m in a relationship with you, like a committed partnership or something, but at the same time I also want to have sex with other girls. And I do have sex with them, like with Kate last night. Or with all the girls and their moms in Vermont. But if I’m supposed to be committed to you, romantically, and if you are to me, what does it mean when we have sex with other girls? Is that okay?”

She squeezed my hand as we walked.

“Those are very good questions, Julie. That’s one of the things I love about you, that you think carefully about things, you work them over in your mind, and then you’re able to formulate questions that will really make me think. I appreciate that.”

“You’re welcome, I guess,” I grinned.

“But before I give you my answer, I’d like you to give me yours first. What do you think it means if you and I are committed to each other romantically, and yet we also have other partners sometimes, sexual partners?”

“Um…”

I thought again. Then I said, “Maybe it means we both know that each other comes first. That you and me are sort of, like, at a higher level or something with each other, but we also know it’s fine for us to be with other girls if we want to, just for fun. Or maybe even more than fun sometimes, because with Kate, or if I was with Molly, it’s about love, too, and not only sex.”

We stopped walking. My mother turned and faced me, taking both of my hands in hers. We were standing beside a tall hedge on a quiet street in our residential neighborhood. There were houses nearby, but no one was outside.

Mommy raised my hands to her mouth, kissing my fingers. Then she leaned in and kissed me very gently on the lips. She didn’t say anything, but gazed steadily into my eyes.

“What was that kiss for?” I asked in a soft voice.

“Because I love you.” My mother took a deep breath. She was trembling slightly, her voice quavering. “Because I am the luckiest woman in the world, and the happiest.”

I could see tears glistening in her eyes. I smiled at her.

She leaned in and kissed me again, but this time the kiss lasted a little longer, her lips lingering moistly and warmly on my mouth. Then she seemed to realize where we were. She pulled back, straightened up, and winked at me. We resumed our walk.

After clearing her throat. Mommy said, “When you mentioned that with Kate and with Molly it’s about love and not just sex, that really touched me, honey. It’s how I feel too. I love sex, I love girls and women. I can never get enough of fucking hot women like Carla or cute girls like Danni. But when I’m with someone I deeply love, like you and Kate, and maybe soon with Molly” — she squeezed my hand — “then the connection is even deeper, even better.”

I looked up at her and nodded, loving her.

We were quiet for a while after that, just walking together, enjoying the spring day. The air was warm, birds were singing, I smelled new-mown grass. I was very happy.

“So, what do you think?” she finally asked. “Have we answered your question? About the meaning of our commitment?”

“Yeah, I think so. Except, is it, like, for a long time? Are we, you and me, is this permanent?”

Her smile broadened. We were walking along fairly fast. My mother had her shoulders back, her chest held out. She was wearing a bra beneath her tight-fitting shirt, but it did nothing to conceal her erect nipples.

“I really hope it is permanent, honey. I hope you and I will always be as we are now, lovers in love, committed to each other romantically while also enjoying the pleasures around us. How does that sound to you?”

“It sounds great.”

When we got home, Mommy told Kate that she had forgotten she needed a few things from the store for lunch. She asked my sister if she would mind running down to the shopping center that was about ten minutes away, and suggested she take Molly with her since it was such a nice day outside. She gave her a list and a little money.

I think Kate knew what was up. She leered at me, sticking her tongue out suggestively. But she happily took Molly with her and they went off together on the errand.

That gave us a half hour or so.

We went quickly up to my bedroom. My mother pulled down my shorts and panties, removing them, tossing them aside. She left my blouse on and my shoes and socks too. Sitting me on the bed, she knelt in front of me, pushed my thighs apart, and began licking me. I settled back, closing my eyes, enjoying the delicious pleasure of having my lover, my mom, lick and suck my pussy.

* * *

Dana Frederiksen called on Tuesday night, making sure I was still available to sit for Chelsea on Friday. I told her I was and that I was looking forward to it, which was definitely true. Would I get to kiss little Chelsea that way again? Would her mom give me a nice hug and kiss like she had before? I couldn’t wait to find out!

Mommy drove me over there at 7:00. She walked me up to the door but said she wasn’t planning to go inside. Dana insisted, however, practically dragging her in, and then bringing a glass of wine for her and some juice for me. Chelsea came running out from her bedroom this time to greet me.

“Hi, Miss Julie!” She leaped into my arms, giving me a tight hug. Then she sat on my lap and we listened while the adults chatted.

Dana and my mom talked for about fifteen minutes, drinking their wine. Mostly they were discussing Dana’s job, how it was sort of dead end and what else she might like to do and what sort of training and stuff she would need to improve her situation.

Chelsea was full of energy, bouncing on my lap, rubbing her warm little body against mine. She was in a short ruffle skirt that pulled up as she wiggled on me, letting all three of us see her pink panties. It was making me wet.

My mother left and Dana got ready to go. In the flat shoes she had on that night, she was a couple inches shorter than me. I noticed she was wearing less makeup too, making her appear even younger than she already looked. She was in a girly A-line dress that came to about mid-thigh. It was loose-fitting and low-cut, showing quite a lot of her nearly flat chest. The whole outfit made her seem like she was about 11 years old. An extremely seductive 11 years old.

We walked Dana to the door. She picked up her daughter and they shared a long kiss. Just lips on lips, no tongue, but a much longer kiss than you would ever expect between mother and daughter. Now I was really getting wet!

Dana gave me a nice kiss too before she left. A kiss right on the lips, same as the last time. I’d never received anything like that from Elaine Gallagher. Not that I especially wanted Elaine to kiss me since she didn’t turn me on the way Dana did, but it was interesting.

“Bye, honey,” said the cute blonde as she patted my cheek, “I’ll be home around midnight or so, I think.”

‘Home’, she said to me, almost as if I lived with her. The woman sure seemed to like me a lot, and I liked her too. Where would it all lead?

The door closed behind her and I stood there for a minute, holding Chelsea’s hand. I could still smell Dana’s perfume, could feel the tingle of her lips kissing mine, the warmth of her caress on my cheek. And now I could spend a couple of hours fooling around with her 7-year-old daughter. Ooh, what a lucky girl I was!

Between the effects of having Chelsea bounce on my lap, letting us see her panties, and the alluring way Dana was dressed that night and how she’d kissed her little girl and kissed me too, I was feeling extremely aroused. I wanted to masturbate and give myself an orgasm, but I couldn’t very well do that until after Chelsea was in bed asleep. So instead I decided to take things to another level.

When I’d sat for Chelsea the time before, I hadn’t really done anything naughty with her. This time would be different.

“You want to play dress up?” I asked her. “Want to try on some big girl clothes?”

“Okay!”

We went to her mother’s bedroom. I looked through the chest of drawers, picking out several pairs of sexy panties and some little bras too. Dana’s bras were about the same size as mine, probably an AA-cup. We found a couple of mini-skirts in another drawer, and some tiny crop tops as well. From her closet we got a few pairs of high heels. Then we took the things to Chelsea’s room.

“Which ones do you want to try first?” I asked her.

The 7-year-old picked up a pair of lacy red hipster undies, very brief and mostly sheer. “I like these.”

“Okay. Those would look nice on you,” I told her. “Show me the skirts you have. Do you have any little mini-skirts? Maybe red or black?”

“Sure!” She opened up a drawer, pulling out half a dozen tiny skirts.

The red skirt she showed me was too long for the effect I was going for, and she didn’t own a black skirt. But I found another that seemed just right, fairly tight-fitting and very short. It was light gray.

“And now for a top to go with it, how about this?” I held up one of Dana’s crop tops. It was red and white, and extremely brief. I couldn’t imagine her ever wearing it out of the house, but who knows, maybe she did.

Chelsea liked what we’d selected. She sat on the carpet and excitedly began undressing, pulling off her tennis shoes and her little socks. As I’d hoped, she didn’t seem a bit concerned about modesty. I helped her tug her tight-fitting shirt up over her head and off, leaving her chest bare. Then she stood and pulled down the ruffle skirt she was wearing, which had a simple elastic waistband, and lastly her pink panties. Now she was naked.

Her clothes were in a pile on the floor. Next to them stood an exceptionally beautiful young girl, all smooth white skin with not a trace of hair anywhere except for the sandy blonde curls that framed her adorable face. Those big blue eyes, long eyelashes, her pouty pink lips — actually two pairs of pouty lips. Oh my god, so desirable.

She stepped into the red panties, pulling them up. The child was short like her mom and had no hips at all, of course, so the undies didn’t fit her as snugly as they would fit Dana, but they looked great on her. She turned and showed me the back, her little cheeks peeking out.

Chelsea gazed at her reflection in the mirror on her closet door. “I like these,” she said again, fingering the lace trim. I squeezed my thighs together, stimulating my clit as I studied the girl.

Next she put on the crop top, and then the gray mini-skirt I’d chosen. The final touch was a pair of her mother’s black pumps with three-inch heels. Dana’s shoes were such a small size I didn’t think I could wear them, but Chelsea could. She actually seemed quite comfortable in them, as if she must have played this game before, parading around in her mom’s high heels.

“How about you, Miss Julie?” she asked. “What are you gonna wear?”

“Oh, uh, you want me to try something on too?”

“Yeah, I do!”

“Okay, well…” I sorted through the things we’d brought in, picking out a baby blue panty and bra set, very thin and delicate.

“Let me put these on first,” I said to Chelsea, “and then we’ll see if we can find one of your mom’s dresses that would look good on me. Okay?”

She nodded happily, waiting for me to undress. I was wearing jeans and a loose pink V-neck sweater over my bra and panties, which were both white. I’d already taken off my sneakers, leaving them in the living room. While sitting on the floor, I pulled off my socks and my sweater, tossing them on Chelsea’s bed. Then I stood and opened my jeans, pulling them down and off.

Next would be my bra and then my panties. I wondered what Chelsea would do, what she would think, how she might react to seeing her babysitter, a 12-year-old girl, getting naked in front of her.

She had almost no reaction at first, outwardly, at least. I took off my bra and put it on the bed, then pulled down my undies and stepped out of them. The crotch was very wet. Because my panties were white, the moisture wasn’t all that obvious, but if you knew what you were looking for it was plain enough to see. When I laid the undies on the bed, I made sure to leave the crotch and the wet spot exposed, hoping Chelsea might say something to me about it. But she didn’t.

She did say something else, though.

“You don’t have any hair yet,” she commented, pointing at my crotch.

“Um, well, yeah, I do, sort of, a little anyway.” I could feel that I was blushing, but I smiled at the little girl, trying to be nonchalant. “Except I shaved it off.”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh.”

“How come?”

“Um, uh, well… I guess I just like how it looks this way.”

“Mommy shaves hers too. She does it when we take a bath. After I get out she shaves, like, under her arms and then her legs and then, and then that part too.” She pointed to my crotch again.

“This is called your pussy,” I told her. “Does your mommy ever call hers that?”

“No. She calls it her cootchie. But I like pussy,” she smiled, “that’s a nice word.”

We stood for a moment. Chelsea looked at me, at my shaved pussy, and then up at my breasts with their puffy pink nipples. She licked her lips.

I was so wet by now I was almost sure she could see it, or maybe even smell it. Again, I tried to act like it was no big deal, though. I picked up the baby blue undies I’d left on the floor and stepped into them. As I pulled them up, I realized that they definitely were going to get stained by my juices. Eventually they would dry, of course, but a mark might still be visible. Would Dana notice?

After the panties were on, I slipped into the little bra, asking Chelsea to hook it for me in the back. I could have done it myself, but I wanted her involvement. I wanted her to be close to me. Then we went back into her mother’s room to find a dress for me to wear.

We chose a short sleeveless royal blue dress, glittering with sequins. It looked like something a stripper might wear. In fact, a lot of the dresses and things Dana had looked that way. I started wondering what that could mean.

Standing in front of the mirror in Dana’s bedroom, I tried on the dress. Chelsea zipped it up for me. The dress was stretchy, super tight, and exceedingly short, barely covering my bottom. I’d found a pair of backless heels in the closet, like slippers, that I could fit into, and I put those on too. The final effect was electric. I’d never seen myself looking quite so aggressively sexy, not even in the garter and stockings I’d modeled at Victoria’s Secret one night.

I loved how I looked, and how it made me feel. I kept turning back and forth, staring at my reflection. Chelsea came and stood next to me. We held hands, and then we began to strike a series of provocative poses.

Gradually our poses became more and more explicit, bending over and pulling up hems to show our behinds, lifting a knee to reveal our crotches, arching our backs and licking our lips… soon we were grabbing each other, pressing our bodies together, both of us looking into the mirror to admire the erotic images we created.

What did Chelsea think of all this? Was it just a game for her? A bit of naughty fun that really didn’t mean much? Or was it possible she was becoming as aroused by what she saw in the mirror as I was?

As I thought about that, I realized that Chelsea’s suggestive poses seemed to come easily to her, as if she had been trained to do them and had quite a bit of practice at it. It reminded me of the way she walked so comfortably in the high heels, certainly as well as I could, if not better.

I just kept getting wetter and wetter. A few times as we were posing I’d been able to see a dark spot in the center of the blue undies I was wearing. A big dark spot. I wondered if Chelsea had noticed that too. If she did, she didn’t say anything.

“What do you want to do now?” I asked, as we ran out of poses to try. “Maybe put on some different outfits?”

She shook her head. “Uh-uh. I want you to tell me a story.”

“Oh, okay. You mean read you a story?”

“No, I mean just tell me one. Not read it.”

“All right, I guess I can do that. But, um…”

I looked at the clock radio on Dana’s bedside table. It was nearly 8:30. “Let’s get you ready for bed first, okay? Then I’ll get in bed with you and I’ll tell you a nice long story before you go to sleep. How’s that sound?”

“Good!”

So, we took off our sexy clothes and put everything back where we’d gotten it. The wet spot in the undies I’d been wearing was very noticeable. Again, Chelsea didn’t comment on it, if she even saw it. But I wondered what Dana might think if she took the panties from her drawer later and detected the stain I’d left in them. Would she have any notion where it could have come from?

I suggested to Chelsea that it would be fun to leave our clothes off and get into bed together naked. I would tell her the story that way, and when she was ready for sleep, she could put on some jammies. She liked that idea.

She brushed her teeth and we got in bed. We were sitting side by side, propped up on her pillows, a naked 12-year-old and a naked 7-year-old with the covers at our waists. I knew I was taking a chance, definitely pushing the envelope, but at the same time I was completely confident that Dana would not be upset by this were she to learn about it. I don’t know how I knew that, but I did.

I looked at Chelsea for a minute before beginning my story. She was so pretty, such a lovely little blonde girl, all sweetness and purity and yet with an unmistakable air of worldliness and experience about her. Quite the combination.

Then I compared our chests. My breasts were still small, of course (as they are today; I got stuck with the smallest tits in the family, only an A cup), and Chelsea had nothing at all but flat pink nipples. Not even any puffiness there yet. She saw me looking at her and she looked at my little boobies too. She didn’t say anything, just smiled up at me.

“Okay,” I began, “let me tell you a story.”

Continue on to Chapter 73

By Naughty Mommy

In this chapter, I’m going to do the same thing, continue telling the story of that wonderful night using my mom’s words and my sister’s too, in addition to my own.

You will remember that I was on top of my sister Kate, in a ‘69’ position. She licked me and Mommy fucked me with her finger, and I had a very loud orgasm. That’s where we were.

Okay, here we go…

SUZANNE:

Now I was masturbating again. After Julie finished climaxing, I stood up, removing my finger from her pussy and putting it in my mouth, tasting her. Immediately I saw her bury her face in her sister’s crotch, licking and sucking her — and Katie responded eagerly to her, crying out, throwing her legs open, begging Julie to make her come.

I wanted to come too. I rubbed my clit and slid a finger up inside my cunt, excitedly masturbating as I stood naked in our family room and watched my pre-teen daughters having lesbian sex.

KATE:

It took a little while for me to cum. Julie was licking me really nicely and it felt so great, so awesome, and I wanted it to happen it right away. But I was kind of nervous too, since this was only my first time. I tried to close my eyes and not think too much about it, just feel everything.

Then I heard Mommy saying stuff like, “Lick her pussy! Lick your sister’s pussy!”

I opened my eyes and looked at her. She had stood up and was watching Julie lick me. She was masturbating too, rubbing her own pussy and talking to herself the way she does when she gets really excited. I had thought that maybe closing my eyes would help me relax and cum faster, but what really did it for me was seeing my mom that way, so totally turned on, fucking her cunt with her fingers while she looked at me and Julie having sex.

JULIE:

It didn’t seem to me that it took Katie very long. But I don’t know, I was just so into it, shoving my mouth and my tongue and my face into her little pussy, licking her everywhere, sucking her, tasting her, putting my finger inside her too. I was going crazy on her. Sometimes I could take things slower when I wanted to, but right then I was rabid with lust. I couldn’t slow down. I had to suck her and lick her and fuck her and make her come!

SUZANNE:

Seeing Julie lose herself that way was tremendously exciting. Often she could be very controlled, composed, self-contained — but in that moment it seemed she had fully abandoned herself to her desires, and it was intensely arousing for me to watch her attack her sister’s pussy with her mouth and fingers.

JULIE:

When Katie came, I was so happy! It was something I had wanted for the longest time. We had masturbated together on many occasions, of course, and I had watched her climax, and I’d even brought her with my hand a couple of times.

But now to have my face right there between her legs, to be sucking her clit, seeing my finger pumping in and out of her vagina, and to feel her shuddering beneath me, hearing her squeal, knowing that she was having an orgasm and that I had given it to her, that I had licked my little sister’s cunt and sucked her clit and made her come, that was just the greatest.

KATE:

Man, it was so hot having Julie lick me and watching my mom masturbate at the same time. When I heard all the stuff Mommy was saying and I saw how turned on she was and I knew she was really excited because she got to see her own daughters having sex in front of her, then I let go. Maybe it’s also because I still thought what we were doing was bad in a way, that it was wrong or something, and that made it seem even hotter to me. Anyway, I had this totally awesome cum in Julie’s mouth. We’ve done it a whole lot of times since then, but I’ll always remember our first time. I love my sister so much.

SUZANNE:

Both of my girls had climaxed and now I was too. As I watched Kate reach orgasm with Julie feverishly licking her, I brought myself as well. I can’t remember what I said, or if I said anything, but Kate seems to think I did and she’s probably right. When I get that way, so wildly excited, sometimes all those dirty words just come pouring out of my mouth. I can’t help it!

JULIE:

Mommy didn’t let us rest at all. As soon as Kate finished coming in my mouth, and after she’d had her own orgasm too, masturbating while she watched us, she quickly got my sister and me to sit up on the sofa, right beside each other, and then she sort of climbed up on us, facing us, holding her tits in front of our faces, demanding that we suck her nipples. We did, each of us taking an erect nipple into our mouths, happily sucking on them. We loved doing that for her. We still do!

SUZANNE:

Unless you are a mother and a lesbian and you’ve had sex with your own daughters, you can’t imagine how wonderful it was for me that evening. To have my own two girls, both naked, both excited, both eager and willing to do whatever I wanted, well, that was the ultimate. Or maybe I should say almost the ultimate, because of course I still wanted to bring little Molly into our circle too. That would happen soon enough.

JULIE:

It’s funny the way Mommy keeps mentioning Molly when she’s writing about that night with me and Kate. I guess she must have been thinking about her a lot. I had the hots for Molly too, as you know, but I was so involved in being with Kate and my mother right then that I wasn’t really thinking about anything else.

KATE:

Mommy loves having sex. I think she mostly loves having sex with us, with her daughters. Sometimes she has other girls or women in her bed, but mostly she seems to like it best when it’s me or Julie or Molly with her. Or all three of us together, even better!

Anyway, that night it was like she couldn’t get enough sex. She watched me cum and I’m pretty sure she came too, rubbing herself, but then right away she wanted more. She had me and Julie sit up on the sofa and got on top of us, shoving her nipples into our mouths. We started sucking on her tits and she started masturbating again. She kept talking dirty the whole time, too, the way she does. It was hot.

JULIE:

I was masturbating as I sucked my mother’s nipple, and she was masturbating and talking dirty to us, but then she put her hands between our legs. She wanted to fuck us with her fingers while we sucked her tits.

SUZANNE:

I know I said this before, but can you imagine how good that felt? How spectacular it was for me? To have my fingers inside these two little pussies at the same time, a pair of very hot, very tight, very juicy vaginas — and to know they were my own daughter’s little pussies I was fucking! While the little girls were sucking my nipples for me! Oh, I was out of this world with lust and excitement.

JULIE:

Mommy started fucking us both, saying things like, “Fucking hot little pussies! Hot little girl pussies!!”

I put my hand between her legs then, touching her wet lips, rubbing her, pushing my fingers in between her swollen labia, reaching for her clit. Apparently Kate had the same idea, because I felt her fingers there too. She slid her hand further down and found our mother’s vagina, shoving her fingers inside, fucking her.

“God-fucking-damn!” Mommy cried, leaning her body fully against us, pressing her breasts into our faces, fucking our pussies with her fingers — and soon she was climaxing as I rubbed her clit and my sister fucked her cunt and we both sucked her nipples.

She came, but neither Kate nor I did, not right then. I think we were both in awe of our mother’s overheated excitement.

SUZANNE:

I came with them touching me, someone’s fingers inside me, someone else rubbing my clit, both their mouths on my breasts, sucking my hard nipples. I came so strongly and so wetly — I could actually feel my juices running down my legs — and then I wanted to lick their pussies. My two beautiful girls, my own sweet little daughters. I had to have them, had to taste them!

KATE:

She is so hot. I wish I could write about it the way Julie can, but I’m not as good with words as she is. It’s just that my mom is so incredible. I can’t even say how amazing it was to see her that night. Her awesome body, her nice tits, her skin, she’s all sweaty now and her nipples are wet from us sucking them. She’s got this wild look in her eyes, and her makeup is smeared, and she looks like, I don’t know, like a sex goddess or something.

JULIE:

I think Katie did a perfect job of describing how Mommy appeared that night. She was (and is) a sex goddess.

KATE:

Right after as she finished cumming with me fucking her and Julie rubbing her and both of us sucking her tits, Mommy got down on the floor in front of us, pushing our legs apart, lifting my leg over Julie’s, and she’s just looking at us, looking at our pussies, licking her lips like she’s so hungry, maybe like she hasn’t eaten in over a week and she sees the tastiest food ever in front of her, that was how she looked to me.

SUZANNE:

Julie let me read what Kate wrote about the way I looked to her that night. It makes me laugh, thinking how insane I must have been acting. But I’m happy that my girls think I’m attractive and sexy. I certainly think they both are!

KATE:

Mommy put her fingers inside both of us again, at the same time. She loves doing that, loves to see her fingers sliding inside our vaginas.

She still does that a lot. Sometimes she’ll ask Molly and me and Julie to lay on her bed side by side and then she fucks us with her fingers and licks us and tries to make us all three cum at the same time. I bet she wishes she had three hands then instead of two!

Anyway, that night she was fucking us, still saying, “Fuck your little pussies, hot little fucking pussies,” and stuff like that. And then she started licking us. She licked Julie first and then me. For a while she went back and forth between us, but then she just did me.

She pushed my legs apart as far as she could and she put her mouth over my cunny and started sucking on me and then I felt her tongue go inside me. Oh my god that was so awesome. My mom really knows how to do that, how to make me feel so good by licking me, especially when she puts her mouth all the way over my pussy and shoves her tongue inside. I don’t know, it’s like she’s really eating me up and it always makes me cum so hard.

JULIE:

When my mother concentrated just on Kate, really licking her pussy for the first time ever, I got down on the floor next to her so I could watch. I was rubbing myself too, rubbing my clit, and it was unbelievably exciting to see her licking and sucking my sister that way, with Katie holding Mommy’s head in her hands, pulling her face into her cunt. God, it was so awesome. I started climaxing even before Kate did.

KATE:

An orgasm in my mom’s mouth, my first one with her, oral I mean. How many girls have ever got to have that? I guess I’m lucky, me and my sisters really really are.

I can’t remember everything that happened because I was out of it in a way with my huge cum and everything, but I know I was holding Mommy’s head in my hands, pulling her into me, and I know I felt her tongue inside me, and then it all sort of goes red and black and flashing colors for a while — and when I was done, I was kind of like gasping for air, on my back now on the sofa, and I could feel sweat all over my body and Julie was kissing my mouth and my mom was still between my legs licking me even more and sucking my clit and fucking me with her finger and then I was cumming again and again and again. How many times? I have no clue.

JULIE:

I brought myself to climax, masturbating as I watched my mom licking my sister.

But Mommy wasn’t done. One orgasm wasn’t enough. Katie sort of fell back on the sofa, collapsing, and then my mother got up there with her, kneeling between Kate’s legs, sucking on her clit, pushing a finger inside her again. She wanted to make her come at least one more time.

I moved over so I could touch my sister’s breasts and kiss her mouth. I’m not sure she even noticed, because she was so totally gone from the way Mommy was eating her pussy. But I kissed her anyway until she climaxed again.

She started squealing and I pulled my lips away from hers, just enjoying the look on her face. It was so amazing. Have you ever watched a young girl, a 10-year-old or younger, have an orgasm. It’s the best!

SUZANNE:

Oh, what a delight, so sweet and perfect — to have my tongue deep inside my daughter’s little pussy, to taste her and lick her and suck on her clit and make her come in my mouth. I was ecstatic!

And then I wanted more of course.

After I had licked her and swallowed all her tasty juices and then held her legs wide apart for a moment and just gazed at her, looking down at that beautiful wet pink pussy, taking in the sight, knowing this girl was mine, my own daughter, and I could have sex with her any time I wanted, as much as I wanted, that she loved it, needed it, and that she needed me too — that made me throb with an even greater desire for her. I wanted to come on my little girl’s face.

KATE:

I came so many times in Mommy’s mouth. God, it was totally awesome! Like I said, I was just a kid then and didn’t really know that much about sex, about what it’s like to make love, and this was way better than I ever thought it could be.

After that, after she stopped licking me, she just looked at me for a minute, at my pussy, and then she got up on top of me. She wanted me to lick her!

JULIE:

Mommy crawled forward on the sofa, bringing herself to Kate’s mouth. She was holding her pussy lips apart, showing us her sex. I looked at her gorgeous naked body, at her thighs, her pussy, her tits, her face. I saw the look in her eyes and I started rubbing myself again.

SUZANNE:

I had eaten my daughter, I’d eaten both of them, and now I badly wanted Kate to lick me. I wanted to come in her mouth.

She looked up at me, that cute little face, so sweet and so open. Katie was an adventurous girl, always looking for new experiences, and this was definitely one she’d never had before. She was going to lick her mother’s cunt.

KATE:

Oh man oh man oh man, oh wow! This was it!

Mommy was bringing her pussy right up to me. She was holding herself open. She said something like, “Look at Mommy’s pussy, little girl, look at your mother’s cunt.” She stayed that way for a minute, just talking to me and holding herself open and rubbing her fingers around inside, showing me how wet she was. Then she lowered herself all the way down and I had her hot cunt in my mouth. Oh wow!

JULIE:

I watched my mother drop her pussy onto my sister’s face. She took Kate’s head in her hands and pulled her mouth hard into her sex. Mommy was being really aggressive, getting nasty, talking loud, growling at her, urging her to lick her, suck her, fuck her with her tongue. She was pulling Katie’s face against her so tightly I was afraid she might not be able to breathe. Mommy was trembling, shaking, sweating, staring down at my sister, talking dirty to her, rocking her pussy up and down, shoving her cunt into Kate’s mouth, harder and harder, faster and faster — and then she came.

SUZANNE:

Only a week earlier, I had come in Julie’s mouth for the first time, and now I was climaxing in Katie’s. Oh, what joy! What delirium! I held her pretty little head in my hands and pulled her hard against me and then I came on her.

Nothing, nothing, nothing in this world can ever match the exquisite pleasure of having sex with your own daughters. Nothing.

KATE:

Julie let me read what she wrote about the first time Mommy licked her, when she said how it was kind of like swimming in sex or something. I don’t know, but I did feel like I was swimming then because my mom got so wet when she came on me that night, it was almost like I was drowning! I had her juices in my mouth and up my nose and running down my chin and I could hardly breathe at all but I didn’t care. If I ever really drown, that’s how I want to do it. Inside my mom’s pussy!

Okay, so that’s the end of what I asked my sister and my mother to write for me about our experience that night.

That wasn’t the end of what we did, of course. There was still a lot more, just about any combination you can think of. My mom and I were in a 69 at one point while Katie masturbated, and I had my sister sitting on my face at another point while my mother was eating me, and Mommy tribbed with me and then with Kate, and I tribbed with Kate too, then I think Kate and Mommy had a 69, and well, like I said, anything else you can imagine, we did it together that night.

When we were finally done, it was past midnight. We picked up our clothes and walked upstairs, softly kissing each other goodnight.

I stayed awake long enough to hear what I thought I might hear, my mother’s bedroom door opening a few minutes later, and then Molly’s bedroom door. I thought about maybe getting up to join them, but I didn’t. It seemed nicer to let my mom finish it that way, with my baby sister sucking her nipples while she masturbated, giving herself one more orgasm.

Continue on to Chapter 72

By Naughty Mommy

Finally it was Saturday night. Finally!!

Throughout the day, all three of us — Mommy, Katie, and I — kept thinking about what was going to happen that night. I could tell that by the way they would look at each other and the way they both looked at me. I could also tell from the suggestive touches I received from each of them that morning, a pat on the bottom from my mom that was firmer than it normally would be, or a squeeze around the waist from my sister, pulling my hip warmly against hers.

Outwardly, we tried to act like nothing special was going on. But inwardly we knew.

I had to go babysit for Justin and Britney in the afternoon, and that went fine, no problems. Elaine drove me home after she got back, dropping me off at around 5:15.

Mommy and I made dinner together, and Kate and I cleaned up the kitchen, and then we played a couple of games of Clue with Molly, and then at 8:30 Mommy told Molly it was time for her to go to bed and the two of them went upstairs hand in hand. Our mother spent more than half an hour in Molly’s bedroom, a lot longer than it takes to put her to bed. We knew exactly what was going on up there, of course, and so by that time, my sister and I were nearly insane with lust.

We were on the sofa where we’d started playing a video game, but we’d both quickly lost interest. In unspoken agreement, we set our controllers aside and turned off the game, then pulled our pants down and started masturbating. Twenty minutes later, when Mommy finally came downstairs, we’d each already had a couple of orgasms, rubbing our clits and fucking our little vaginas with our fingers as we watched each other.

We didn’t do any more than that because we wanted to wait for her. When Katie and I really made love for the first time, going all the way, we wanted to share that with her, with our mother, and share our bodies with her too.

She found us that way, slumped on the sofa, our panties and jeans around our ankles, our fingers wet with our juices, panting and moaning as we continued stroking ourselves.

Mommy was in a short skirt, the navy blue pleated skirt she’d been wearing on the plane as we flew back from Vermont. She was barefoot. She stood in front of us, gazing down at us, watching her daughters masturbate. Slowly she pulled up her skirt, letting us see that she had no panties on. We also could see that her pussy was wet, her lips pink and engorged, shiny with her juices. She obviously had been masturbating in Molly’s room while our little sister sucked on her nipples.

For a minute or so, she just watched us. She was rubbing herself too, and we were watching her. Then she said, “Let’s go upstairs, girls.”

In this chapter (and the next), I decided to try something different. I got my sister Kate and my mom to write down all the things they could remember about what we did that night, and especially about how it felt for them, what they were thinking about and stuff. I had to help Katie some because she’s not really a writer like I am. But she did a good job. Mommy didn’t have any trouble with it, since as an attorney she has to write stuff all the time — except I’ll bet none of it is like this, ha-ha! Of course, it’s more than six years later now, when I’m writing this memoir, so they couldn’t remember everything. But I showed them the notes I put in my sexual diary at the time and that helped them get the picture back in their minds. Anyway, here it is, in their words and in mine. I hope you like it!

KATE:

I remember I was kind of scared in a way. It was really exciting though because for a long time I’d thought about it. When I masturbated in my bed at night sometimes I would pretend I was with Mommy and she was kissing my mouth or even kissing my pussy and putting her finger inside me and everything and that always made me cum so fast. I thought about doing that with Julie, too, my sister.

It seemed bad that I should think about stuff like that but I did and it made me so hot. It still seems wrong in a way, but now I know that a lot of moms do these things with their daughters, and sisters like me and Julie have sex a lot too, so I guess it’s okay. I really like doing it, that’s for sure.

Julie says I should tell you about that night. So I will. We started out, me and Julie, by rubbing ourselves on the sofa down in the family room while Mommy was upstairs with Molly putting her to bed. We knew Mommy was letting our sister suck her nipples and that made us both excited. And Mommy had told us this was the night when they would do everything — that’s what they said, everything — that they wanted to do with me. Like she was going to lick my pussy and I would lick hers, and also the same thing with Julie. So I was thinking about that while we masturbated on the sofa.

SUZANNE:

I’m trying to remember now when it was that I first began to fantasize about having sex with my daughters. Perhaps there never really was any specific starting point. Perhaps it just grew naturally out of the pleasure I took when I masturbated as I nursed my little girls.

Yes, even when they were babies, when I was still unhappily married to Ron, I would do that. I did it in secret, of course, usually at night, while I was feeding them just before I put them to bed. As the darling angels sucked on my nipples, it felt so incredibly nice that I just had to touch myself. That’s why I sometimes would let them take my breast even after they were older and I had no milk. Just because I wanted to feel that pleasure again of having their little mouths sucking on my nipples. Then I would masturbate and climax as I held them in my arms.

So, as I said, perhaps my further sexual desire for them grew out of that experience. At any rate, by the time Julie was around 10 years old, she had become the primary focus of my masturbatory fantasies. Often when I would have sex with women at that time, particularly if they were young, or young-looking, I pretended it was not them but my daughter I was fucking. That brought me to some incredibly powerful orgasms.

You already know, however, because Julie has told you, that I had misgivings about some of what I was doing. I felt guilty about it. I dithered before finally deciding to fully seduce Julie, to go all the way with her. Even though I had masturbated with her and we’d had other sexual experiences together, still I hesitated about letting myself do everything I wanted to do. Thankfully, Julie was patient with me and very understanding.

More than understanding, she was wise. She helped me to see things more clearly, helped me work through my anxiety and reach a point of clarity and acceptance. After I’d completed that process, I was ready, and I was very happy with the choice I’d made, the decision to take my 12-year-old daughter as my lesbian lover.

I was and I am so lucky to have her. She is the love of my life.

JULIE:

Aww… it always makes me cry when Mommy says nice things like that. She is so good to me, so full of love. And so sexy too!

SUZANNE:

I came downstairs that night to find my two older daughters side by side on the sofa, their pants pulled down, their hands between their legs. They were masturbating, and it looked to me as though they both had already reached climax at least once. Their fingers were very wet.

Only minutes earlier, I’d had an orgasm myself up in my other daughter’s bedroom, fucking my cunt with my finger as little Molly sucked on my tits. Kate and Julie knew about all that now, about what I was doing with Molly, that is, and they had each done the same things with her. Now we were prepared to do even more with each other.

KATE:

Mommy came and stood in front of us and pulled up her skirt and showed us her pussy. I remember thinking to myself, this is it, this is really it, tonight I’m actually going to lick her sexy pussy and put my fingers inside her. I always thought my mom was so totally hot, it made me cum again and again in my bed when I thought about her body and stuff, and now it wouldn’t be just my imagination any more.

She watched me and Julie masturbating for a minute, and she started rubbing herself too. Then she said, “Let’s go upstairs, girls.” But Julie had another idea.

JULIE:

I said, “Mommy, um, can we… I want to do it downstairs if we can, down here. It seems like, I don’t know, better in a way. Like dirtier or something.”

“Dirtier?” she asked, as she massaged her clit in front of us. “You want to be a dirty girl, a bad girl?”

“Yeah, I, well, it just seems hotter if we do it here instead of in a bedroom. Can we?”

Mommy rubbed herself faster. She looked into my eyes, down at my pussy, at Kate’s little pussy. She licked her lips. “Tell me what you want to do, Julie.”

I liked it when she would ask me to talk nasty to her. It turned her on and it turned me on too.

“I want to watch you licking Kate, licking your daughter’s pussy. I want to see you kissing and sucking her clit, putting your finger inside her. I want you to make her come in your mouth, your 10-year-old daughter, coming in your mouth, while I watch you.”

My mother slid two fingers deep inside her own pussy now, beginning to fuck herself as she listened to me.

“I want you to sit on her face, rub your wet cunt up and down on her mouth. I want see my sister licking your clit and fucking your pussy with her tongue.”

I cold hear Kate beginning to squeal. That meant she was almost ready to come. I looked over at her.

She was staring at Mommy’s crotch as she plunged her middle finger in and out of her vagina. Her face was very red. She was panting and sweating. Then, “Unh! Unh!! UNH!!” She was climaxing again.

“Fuck your little pussy! Fuck your little pussy!” Mommy groaned as she furiously fucked her own cunt. I was rubbing my clit, nearly ready to come too.

Kate came and then Mommy came and then I came.

SUZANNE:

Julie has such a wonderful erotic imagination. She’s always coming up with the most deliciously naughty ideas and she has a way of putting them into words that can excite me as much as anything ever has. It’s interesting to me how sometimes the thought can be just as stimulating as the act. In any event, she talked dirty to me that night, and I had a powerful orgasm as I listened to her and as I watched her and her sister playing with themselves.

KATE:

That was a good idea Julie had. Because after she told us about it and we all masturbated, then we got to do what she said. And she was right, it did seem hotter to have our mom getting naked for us right there in the family room instead of in her bedroom.

Mommy sucked her fingers after she finished, tasting her own cum. I did that too, and so did Julie. All three of us love the taste of our own pussies. I guess maybe most girls do.

SUZANNE:

After I came, and licked my fingers clean, tasting myself, I began to slowly unbutton my shirt and then took it off. The girls were watching me. I was wearing a bra with a front closure. I remember that, because on nights when I was planning to ‘nurse’ Molly, I always made it a point to wear a bra that would be easy to open, or perhaps just wear no bra at all.

I unhooked the bra and let them see my chest. I was blessed with an attractive body, I must admit. Even after having three children, my breasts were still firm and round. I was very lucky. My waist was trim and my stomach mostly flat. Of course, I had to work hard to keep it that way. I went to the gym several times a week and put a great deal of effort into staying in shape. I always wanted to look my best for my sexy daughters.

JULIE:

Mommy took off her bra and showed us her beautiful tits. She took them in her hands, squeezing them, pinching the nipples. Then she did that thing, that awesome thing, where she raised one breast up and reached out her tongue so she could lick her own nipple. My boobs are way too small to do that. Even now, when I’m almost 18, I’m still only an A-cup. But my mom’s tits are big enough that she can do that, and I think it’s so sexy when she does. She stood in front of us and lifted up her boobs, licking her nipples, even sucking on them for a second. She squeezed her nipples between her fingers and I saw her shudder with arousal.

Then our mother unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, tossing it aside. She wasn’t wearing any panties, of course, and she was barefoot, so now she naked.

“Do you like my body, girls?” she asked, as she ran her hands up and down, stroking her thighs, touching her breasts. “Does it make you hot to look at me this way?”

“Yeah, it does,” I told her. Katie just nodded.

KATE:

I think I could masturbate all day long and cum over and over again just from looking at my mom’s body. She is totally hot, so beautiful. I love her legs and her boobs and her face and her pretty blonde hair. I could masturbate all day while I look at her, or even just think about her, and now I could do even more!

After Mommy was naked, she got down on her knees so she could take Julie’s socks off and she pulled her jeans and her undies the rest of the way off too. Then she had Julie sit up and she lifted her t-shirt up over her head. Julie wasn’t wearing a bra, the way she usually doesn’t at home, so she was naked. Mommy took my shirt off too, and I also didn’t have a bra on, and she pulled my jeans and undies and my socks off, and we were all three naked.

JULIE:

I should add a little something here. Not only did our mother take off our clothes, she also complimented us on our bodies. She admired our legs, saying how nice they were, and then as she removed our shirts, she told us how much she loved our little breasts. She touched our nipples and kissed them. She gave each of us a kiss on the lips when she was done undressing us, and then she stood up again.

“First, I want to watch the two of you,” she said.

SUZANNE:

If you’re a mother and you have sexy young daughters, I’m sure at some point you must have imagined them together, naked, kissing and touching each other. I have learned, by corresponding with quite a few other moms, that this is a very common fantasy. It is not at all unusual for mothers to find their daughters sexually attractive or for mothers to visualize scenes like that when they masturbate.

Far fewer moms, however, actually get the chance to see this in reality, to watch as their daughters make love. I am one of the fortunate few.

I arranged my daughters in a ‘69’ position on the sofa, with Kate on the bottom and Julie on top.

What a sight that was! A 10-year-old girl and a 12-year-old girl with those smooth young bodies, each of them barely pubescent and yet sexually precocious, eager to learn and to experience all the sensual pleasures they could both give and receive.

I stood back and looked at them, touching myself, of course, fondling my breasts with one hand while the other rubbed my clit. I looked at their lovely bodies, so slender and so perfect, and I felt a thrill as I considered that these were not just any nubile young girls I was watching, but my own daughters, my own flesh.

I had given birth to these little beauties, had nursed them, raised them, nurtured them, loved them, and now I was about to give them the fulness of my love. But before that, I wanted to see them love each other, make love with each other.

JULIE:

Oh my god! I was actually going to do it! Finally, at last! I was going to lick my sister’s pussy, and make her come in my mouth!

This was something I’d been fantasizing about, dreaming about, for months. Next to my mom, Kate was the sexiest person I knew. I loved her, really loved her as a sister, and I was also totally crazy about her hot young body.

I just looked at her for a minute, making sure I would always remember how she looked that night, how she smelled, how I felt. I did the joy of looking thing, taking my time, really appreciating where I was and what I was doing.

Finally I bent down and kissed her, a soft kiss at the top of her slit. Her lips were wet, shiny with moisture. She was just as turned on as I was. I inhaled the fragrance of her pussy juice. I kissed her again. She had a few wisps of light brown pussy hair, very fine and short, just beginning to grow.

SUZANNE:

I knelt beside them, putting my head near Kate’s, gazing up into my older daughter’s pussy. Julie had her knees pulled under her on the sofa, her vulva and her ass wide open for us to look at, for Katie to touch and kiss. As I watched, Kate used her fingers to spread Julie’s pussy lips. She was so very wet inside, juices dripping from her little pink vagina. It almost took my breath away looking at her.

KATE:

Julie and me are sitting together as I’m writing this now, and she’s masturbating. She does that a lot. I do too. I masturbate at least once a day, sometimes more than once a day, like maybe three or four times. I masturbate every day, even if I have sex that day with my mom or my sisters or my girlfriend. I just love doing it. One time a few years ago, I remember asking Julie if she thought I did it too much, if it was bad for me to do it more than once a day. And she said that was like asking if I breathed too much, or if eating food more than once a day was bad for me. Julie’s funny. She always knows the right thing to say.

Anyway, that night, my mom made me lie down on the sofa and she got Julie on top of me, only reversed, you know, like in a 69. Then I started licking her.

JULIE:

Behind me, I felt my sister’s fingers parting my labia. I heard my mother gasp as she gazed at me. She was crouching on the floor, next to Katie, both of them looking at my open pussy. I loved knowing that they could see me, could see everything.

I continued kissing my sister’s vulva, kissing her again and again. Lots of kisses, but with no tongue, not yet, only my lips. And the more I kissed her, the more she seemed to want me. She spread her legs and arched her pelvis, trying to bring her sex to my mouth.

I kissed her mound, kissed her labia, kissed the inner part of her thighs. As I kept kissing, she began to open up for me. I wasn’t even touching her with my fingers, but her pussy lips were spreading apart on their own. I could really smell her now. And I could see inside her, could see the dark pink opening of her vagina. She was so juicy, so wet. God, I wanted her so much.

SUZANNE:

I hadn’t meant to do it. I’d intended to begin only by watching them, just watch my daughters make love, and, of course, masturbate. But when I saw Julie’s perfect pink vagina, I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t help myself. I had to touch her.

JULIE:

A finger entered me, pressed inside my cunt. I groaned and tried to spread myself open even farther. I loved being fucked by them, whoever it was was, whether it was my mother or my sister, I loved having them fuck me.

I felt the finger pushing in, deeper inside me. And then I felt a tongue, Katie’s tongue, it must have been, licking me. Oh god, oh god, it felt so nice. Her tongue was so warm, so loving. She licked and sucked and kissed me and then she licked some more, and I also had that finger pressing inside me, oh yes, pushing in even deeper, oh fuck yes, so deep, probing inside my cunt, reaching into me, taking me —

KATE:

Once I started licking Julie, it didn’t take her very long at all. Mommy put her finger inside her too. I was licking her and Mommy was fucking her. I had my eyes closed then, I remember that, and I could feel Julie kissing my pussy, but the main thing for me was that I was sucking and licking my sister’s clit, licking her and tasting her and sucking her, and then all of a sudden she was cumming.

SUZANNE:

“Oh god!” Julie cried, “OH GOD!!”

It was wonderful to see her climax that way, with my finger deep inside her and her little sister sucking on her clit. As I said, I’d intended just to masturbate while watching my daughters — but instead I quickly got caught up in the excitement, pushing my finger inside Julie’s sexy pink vagina, fucking her, giving her an orgasm.

I wasn’t masturbating any more, but that didn’t matter. I wanted to see Julie come in her sister’s face. And she did come. She came very hard — so hard, so loudly that I wondered for a moment if she would wake Molly, and then what would happen?

I’d already told the girls I wasn’t ready yet for Molly to be involved, not this involved anyway. But if she came downstairs and found us and wanted to join in, would I be able to turn her away? I was pretty sure I wouldn’t, nor would I even want to. I remember hoping right then that Molly actually would come down and join us. I was ready to fuck her then and there. I was so turned on that night, I was ready for anything.

But she didn’t. Molly stayed in her room. Julie finished coming in her sister’s face.

JULIE:

I couldn’t believe how fast Kate made me come. Partly it was that finger inside me too, which I found out later, of course, was Mommy’s finger. But mostly it was just the way Kate licked me and sucked my clit. Maybe it’s also because I wanted it so bad. Whatever it was, the sensation was so strong that it made me lose all control. I’d meant to start licking Kate’s pussy, trying to make us come at the same time, but I failed at that. Before I could even begin, while I was still just kissing her and sort of teasing her, suddenly I had this huge orgasm. And I was loud too.

KATE:

Julie was screaming. I’d never heard her scream like that when she came. And she was totally wet too, all this warm juicy stuff dripping out of her, dripping down Mommy’s hand and onto my face. It was really great.

SUZANNE:

When Julie climaxed, I could feel the walls of her tight little vagina squeezing in around my finger. Oh, that was so thrilling, so exciting!

JULIE:

In a way it was kind of embarrassing, because I was the older girl, supposedly the more experienced one, and yet Katie made me come first, before I’d barely even started on her.

As soon as I was able, still panting and gasping, quivering with tremors from the strength of my orgasm, I put my face down between my sister’s legs, enthusiastically licking her wet pussy, shoving my tongue inside her hole, sucking her clit, fingering her, running my tongue and my lips all over everywhere — maybe too enthusiastically — but god, I wanted her to come, wanted her to feel what I’d just felt.

KATE:

Wow, and so right after Julie has this awesome screaming cum, wet stuff everywhere, suddenly she’s licking me, almost like devouring me or something, totally like nothing I had ever felt before. I mean, I was still only 10, and I didn’t really know anything. So to have her licking me like that, I can’t even say how great it was. She put her finger inside me too, which I love, and her mouth is doing whatever she did, and I laid my head back and closed my eyes and just felt it. My own big sister, the girl I loved so much, so smart and friendly and so nice to everyone, my best friend in the whole world, and now she was licking me, licking my pussy, and I was going to cum in her mouth.

JULIE:

First Mommy made me cry, and now Katie is. I don’t mean on that night five years ago, I mean right now, as she’s writing this. She is so sweet!

SUZANNE:

What a night that was for us. Watching my daughters lick each other, eating each other’s pussies, both having wonderful climaxes. As a mom, there’s almost nothing more exciting or more satisfying to see. And we were just getting started.

Continue on to Chapter 71

By Naughty Mommy

Monday night in Mommy’s room, Kate and I are in bed with her.

We’re all three naked again, except this time our mother has made something clear: because it is a school night, she cannot allow us, or allow herself, to succumb to the temptation to stay up late playing sexy games. We’re there mostly just to talk. If a little kissing and touching takes place — only a little — that’s okay, but the really hot and fun stuff is reserved for nights when we don’t have school the next day.

Of course we’re not happy about that, my sister and I, but we understand and we grudgingly agree to those limits.

“So, the place we went to on our trip,” Mommy began, “is called the Sapphic Retreat. It’s a bed and breakfast inn run by a pair of sisters named Cassia and Delia.”

“Sisters who are also lovers,” I interjected, “lesbian lovers.”

“That’s right,” she confirmed. “And we met their mother, too, a woman named Olympia. She founded the business many years ago. Actually it started out as a private club, a gathering place for mothers and daughters who were secret lovers.”

“Wow, really?” Kate asked.

Mommy nodded, smiling. “And now it’s known, among certain people, as a destination for, well, for families just like ours.”

“Yeah, we met a lot of them,” I added. “I told you about Emma and Brandi, and there was also Nicole and Leslie and Mindy and Tina…”

I started counting everyone off on my fingers.

“…and Shannon and Cindy and Shelby, and Katherine and Chrissy and Laura, and, um, oh, and Logan and Diana. That was who was at the party. And Cassia and Delia, of course, and Olympia.”

“Man, that’s, that’s amazing,” sighed Kate.

“Yeah, it was,” I said. “I wish you’d been there, Kate. I hope we can go back.”

Turning to my mother, suddenly inspired, I asked, “Mommy can we? All of us go back there again? Please, can we?”

She chuckled, giving me a kiss. “Yes, well, maybe we will someday. Probably we will. It would be very nice to see everyone, and especially nice if we all were there together, you and your sister and Molly too.”

“Yeah, that would be so awesome. Let’s do it soon, okay?” I urged.

“We’ll see. Right now let’s finish telling Kate about what we did.”

“Um, okay. On the first night —”

“Wait, at the party —” Kate interrupted “— all those other people, like, the moms and daughters. Um, how old were the girls?”

“Well,” I said, “the oldest of the girls was Diana. She’s 17, um, a junior in high school. And then Leslie was 16. She’s a sophomore. And… I’d have to look at my notes to get the ages of all the other girls right, but…”

“You took notes?” my sister asked, her eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, the next day,” I giggled. “I kind of wanted to remember it all, you know?”

Kate grinned at me, shaking her head. She probably thought I was silly, being so meticulous about keeping track of everything. Still, if I hadn’t, I’d never have been able to write this whole story with all the details!

“But, um, the youngest ones,” I went on, “were Shelby, who was 8, and Chrissy, who was 7, and Laura, who was 6.”

“Are you kidding me? 6 years old??”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, leering lasciviously.

“And they……”

“Uh-huh, they did.”

“Wow…”

“That’s why we went there, Kate,” our mother put in. “To meet some other moms and daughters like us, to get to know them a little bit. Also, of course, for Julie and me to spend some special time together. But I really did want to see the others, see what their relationships were like.”

“Wow…”

My sister was still slowly shaking her head, apparently blown away by what I’d told her about the ages of the littlest girls.

“Yeah, and also, what we said last night, about getting high. They had marijuana at the party, and I smoked some,” I proudly announced.

Kate’s jaw dropped. She stared at me and then at Mommy, open-mouthed.

“Yes, she did,” our mother nodded. “We all did. Well, maybe not the youngest ones, but pretty much everyone else.”

“Man…”

“It was that kind of a party,” I joked.

“And you, I mean, with…” my sister stammered “…with the, the little girls, the really little ones…?”

“With everyone,” I nodded. “It was, like, a total lesbian orgy, a lesbian incest orgy, with all these ladies and all these girls, the mommies and daughters all having sex with each other and with everyone else.”

“Oh my god.” Kate’s hand went under the covers, rubbing her pussy.

“Mommy and I licked Laura together. She’s the 6-year-old, and —” I stopped, remembering something I’d been meaning to ask “— um, Mommy, before this, had you ever, like, done anything with a girl that young before?”

“No, definitely not,” she smiled. “Before, well, actually, you were the youngest one for me, honey, 12 years old. I’ve done things with Kate too, of course, and with Molly, but certainly nothing like that.”

“And, um, and now that we did all that, I mean, you and me — and I guess we should tell Kate about that too, about what we did in bed — but now that we did everything, you said I can do that with Katie too, right? And maybe with Molly?”

Mommy looked at me, apparently deciding how to respond.

“Not now, I mean, but on the weekends?” I pressed.

“What do you mean, everything?” Kate asked. “Tell me what that means.”

Our mother turned to her. She was being besieged by questions.

“Okay, slow down,” she chuckled, “one at a time. First, Kate, when Julie says everything, that’s what it means, we did everything. But mostly, I think, she’s referring to oral sex. We had oral sex. She licked my pussy and I licked hers. We both had orgasms that way.’

“Oh my god.” Kate’s hand was moving faster under the covers.

“And what she’s asking now is if she can do those things with you too, all the things that she and I did on our trip. Oral sex, mainly, I suppose.”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I want to lick your pussy, Katie, and I want you to lick mine.”

My sister’s face was turning red. She was panting and trembling, obviously getting very close. “Mommy,” she gasped, “is it okay if… if I come now?”

“Yes, baby girl, you go right ahead.”

“Unh!” Kate threw her head back, her body straining, her little nipples standing out erect from her chest, her eyes shut tight. “Unh!!”

I’d started rubbing myself too, but I wasn’t anywhere near as far along as she was. My mom was holding her breasts in her hands, pinching her own nipples. Together we watched my sister, enjoying the sight of a 10-year-old girl bringing herself to orgasm.

When she finished, slowly calming down, still breathing heavily, licking her fingers, tasting herself, she smiled up at us. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s fine, precious,” Mommy leaned over, giving her a kiss on the lips. “I love watching you do that.”

Kate took a deep breath, sitting up straighter in the bed. “Whew… okay…”

“Now, what else can we tell you about our trip? Do you have other questions?”

“Wait, I have a question, Mommy,” I said.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I mean, you never answered me before. I was asking if it’s all right for me to do stuff with Katie now, you know, all that stuff. And also with Molly.”

“Yes, you’re right,” my mother nodded. “In all the excitement with Kate, I forgot about that. I apologize.”

“It’s okay,” I smiled.

“Well, then, yes, it is all right. You can do as much as you want to with her, with Katie now. Assuming she wants to, that is. The only rule I’ll insist on is —”

“Never on school nights.” I completed the sentence for her.

“That’s right,” Mommy laughed.

Then she turned back to my sister. “But I want to know what you think about that, Kate. How do you feel about having sex with Julie? And, uh, I should add, with me too?”

“With you?”

“Yes, with me. I want to do those things with you just as much as she does. I want to lick your pussy and I want you to lick mine. I want to come in your mouth. I want to watch Julie licking you and while she’s doing that I want to sit on your little face and grind my pussy into your mouth and come all over you.”

“Oh my god.”

By this point, of course, our mother was masturbating. She continued, “I only want to do those things, though, if you want to do them too. I want to have sex with you, very badly, but not unless you want it just as much as I do.”

“Um, okay,” Kate nodded.

“What do you mean by okay?”

“Okay, you can have sex with me. I want you to. But —”

“— not until the weekend,” they recited together, laughing.

“Good, I’m glad” Mommy smiled, giving my sister a nice kiss. “And with Julie too? Are you okay about having sex with her?”

“Yeah, for sure, definitely!”

I rubbed my clit faster as I thought about having Katie lick me. Finally, after all this long waiting. For several months I’d been masturbating with her, and I was constantly fantasizing about doing more, about licking her pussy and having her lick mine. And now we would really be able to do it!

“Mommy…” I breathed.

“Yes, baby?”

“I’m gonna come now…”

Turning to me, she brought her lips to mine. But she didn’t quite kiss me. Her mouth remained a fraction of an inch away from mine, her lips parted. I could feel her warm breath. She extended her tongue, licking at the corner of my mouth and then just inside my upper lip. It was driving me crazy.

“Mommy,” I groaned. She kissed me, deeply, and I came.

After my orgasm, Kate and I watched our mother masturbate vigorously between us, her legs spread wide apart, bringing herself to a loud, wet climax. Sometimes she really gushed a lot when she came. She lifted her dripping fingers to our mouths, letting us taste her.

I wanted to do more, of course. I wanted to suck her nipples and lick her pussy and, well, do everything, but it was a Monday night, so I didn’t.

By then it was past 10:00, time for Kate and me to go to bed. Before we left, however, Mommy said, “Katie, I want to make sure you’re fully satisfied, that you’re not concerned that maybe there’s something we haven’t told you.”

My sister smiled. “Well, I still want to know what you guys did at that party, I mean, with all those little girls and stuff.”

“Okay, sure, we’ll tell you all about that. Not tonight, because it’s too late, but tomorrow night, or the next night. Anything you want to know, you just ask me. Or you can ask Julie. We won’t keep any secrets from you, all right?”

Kate nodded happily.

* * *

On Wednesday that week, shortly after I got home from school, the phone rang. I answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hello, can I speak with Julie, please?”

“Yes, this is Julie.”

“Oh, hello, Julie, my name is Dana Frederiksen. Elaine Gallagher gave me your number. I’m looking for a good babysitter, and she recommended you, very highly.”

“Um, okay, that’s nice.”

“So, could I maybe ask you to babysit for me? I have just one child, a little girl named Chelsea. She, uh, turned 7 a week ago.”

A little girl, barely 7 years old? I liked the sound of that!

“Sure, I guess. Um, when?”

“Well, I was thinking of Friday night. Are you available then?”

“Yeah, I mean, um, yes, I could do that. Can you give me your address, please?”

I wrote it down, and we agreed on the time. She thanked me, then we hung up.

Hurray! Elaine hadn’t called me yet that week, and now if she wanted me on Friday, I would already be busy somewhere else. It would be even better, of course, if she didn’t need me on Saturday night either, because I was really hoping I’d be busy at home that night, having sex with my mom and my sister.

It turned out Elaine did call me, later that same afternoon, in fact. Except she asked if I could babysit for Justin and Britney on Saturday during the day, not at night, from noon until around 5:00, while she went to a matinee or something. That was perfect!

In addition to the usual things like fixing dinner and doing homework, our evenings that week were filled with long conversations in our mother’s bedroom about what she and I had done on our trip to Vermont. Kate was especially interested in hearing us talk about our experiences at the party with the youngest girls and with their moms.

I took the opportunity, as we described having sex with 6 and 7 and 8-year-old girls, to ask Mommy again about doing the same kinds of things with Molly. As she’d said before, there seemed no reason to wait, so why not? Why not right away? She was cautious about it, though, wanting to think about it just a little longer. I understood. It was a big step to take. But I was very eager to take it.

The three of us masturbated together every night, and there was some kissing and some light touching, even a few licks of hard nipples, but no real sex beyond that. We all knew, however, what was on the schedule for the weekend. I almost couldn’t stand the wait until Saturday night!

But then something else happened, something totally unexpected, on Friday night.

My mom drove me to the address that Dana Frederiksen had given me. It was an old apartment building in a not very nice part of town a few miles from where we lived. We parked and Mommy went up to the door with me.

On Wednesday night, after she came home from work and I’d told her about my new babysitting job, my mother had called Elaine to talk with her about Dana, to find out something about her, and then she’d called and spoken directly with Dana. She was friendly and polite about it, of course, but my mom wanted to be very sure she knew who it was I would be working for. Apparently she was satisfied with what she’d learned.

Dana invited us in and asked us to sit down, offering something to drink. My mom accepted, and Dana disappeared into the kitchen for a minute while we sat on a small sofa and looked around. The room we were in, a combination living/dining room, was cramped and cluttered. The furniture was old and kind of beat up. It looked like Dana didn’t have much money. But she was very nice. I liked her smile.

She brought a glass of white wine for Mommy and juice for me. I’d asked for a Coke, but Dana told us she didn’t have any because she was trying hard not to get her daughter, Chelsea, hooked on sugary sodas. That seemed like a good idea.

She returned with a second glass of wine for herself and sat in a chair across from us, crossing her legs and smiling.

Dana was small and slim, a very pretty blonde wearing a lot of makeup. She was in a tight-fitting hot pink dress, very short, showing slim, shapely legs. She had hardly any tits at all. She looked young, and although I later found out that she was 27, she seemed a lot younger than that. With her high heels on, she was about my height, but without them she would have been a couple inches shorter than me, so she was only about five feet tall, if that.

We chatted for a few minutes. Dana asked me about school, what subjects I liked, what other interests I had, and so on. My mother mostly listened. We found out that Dana had never finished high school, that she’d dropped out when she was only 15 and had run away from home. I was surprised that she would tell us all this so soon after meeting her, but she was really an outgoing, open, friendly person. I liked her even more.

She’d finally managed to get a GED, and was working now as a receptionist at an insurance office. It was through her boss, who was Elaine’s older brother, that she had met Elaine and then heard about me.

“Elaine says you’re the best,” Dana smiled.

God, I loved her smile. All bright white teeth and crinkly blue eyes. Red lipstick, blonde hair, and such a cute, pretty face, her tiny upturned nose dotted with a few freckles. I felt myself getting all warm and gushy inside as I looked at her.

“You wanna go meet Chelsea?” Dana asked. As she uncrossed her legs, I caught a flash of white panties.

“Sure,” I nodded.

My mom stood. “Well, I guess I should be going. It’s been very nice getting to know you.”

She held out her hand and Dana took it. I could tell that my mother was interested in this woman, sexually attracted to her, just as I was. She wasn’t obvious about it or anything, but the sound of her voice and the look in her eyes told me all I needed to know. Would anything ever happen between them? Between all three of us? I sure hoped it would!

As Mommy left, she gave Dana a kiss on the cheek, and then we went in to see Chelsea.

The little girl was adorable, as cute and pretty as her mom. She was playing in her room, sitting on the floor surrounded by dolls and stuffed animals, talking to them. I got down on the floor with her. When Dana crouched beside us, I was given a clear view of those white panties between her slender legs.

“Chelsea, this is Miss Julie. She’s going to stay with you tonight, okay?”

“Okay,” Chelsea smiled.

Her hair was kind of sandy blonde, falling in loose curls around her slim shoulders. She had gorgeous blue eyes, just like Dana’s, and full pink lips. She was barefoot, wearing a tight pair of shorts and a little crop top shirt. Her chest was flat, of course, and her legs were very appealing to me. They were small but perfectly shaped, smooth and almost hairless. As I looked at her, I couldn’t help picturing her naked, seeing her little girl pussy, as smooth and hairless as her legs. I wanted to lick her.

“All right,” said Dana, “you two get acquainted. I’ll be leaving in a minute and I’ll come in and kiss you goodbye before I go.”

We sat on the floor and I listened to her chattering away with her dolls and things. She had a big open toy chest, a large collection of dolls and clothes and accessories arranged inside. Chelsea reminded me of Molly. She had an active imagination, cleverly devising situations and acting them out, happily engaging in a world of her own creation.

After a bit, Dana came in, picking up Chelsea and hugging her, giving her a nice kiss on the lips. It was quite a long kiss, actually, surprisingly long. I liked watching them that way.

Dana gave me her cell phone number and said she expected to be home at around 1:00 AM, asking if that was all right. I told her it was fine. She told me Chelsea’s bedtime was usually 9:00 o’clock on the weekends, but if we were playing and I wanted to keep her up a little later, that would be okay too. I could easily think of lots of naughty games I’d like to play with her daughter!

I didn’t really do anything terribly naughty with Chelsea after Dana left, even though I certainly wanted to. We played with her dolls and things for a while, and then she wanted to watch one of her animated videos. We curled up on the sofa in their small living room, the child cuddling close to me, sucking her thumb as we enjoyed the silly antics of Dr. Seuss characters. I hugged her, loving how it felt to have this warm little body in my arms.

At 9:00, I asked Chelsea if she was getting sleepy. She’d been rubbing her eyes and it looked like she was. She nodded, murmuring, “Mm-hmm,” but instead of getting up to go get ready for bed, she put her arms around my waist and nestled closer, resting her head on my chest and closing her eyes. It appeared she would be perfectly content to fall asleep that way.

And she did. I didn’t have the heart to disturb her right away, so I just let her snooze on my chest. I gently kissed the top of her head and rubbed her smooth thigh, running my hand up to caress her bottom, barely covered by her little shorts. It made me think of the way Danni would hug and touch Molly sometimes. I was never that affectionate with Justin and Britney when I babysat for them. But it was different with Chelsea.

Finally I decided I really did need to get her in bed. I stood up, cradling the girl in my arms, and walked slowly to her room. She seemed to still be asleep. Laying her on her bed, I picked up the little nightgown Dana had set out for her. It was white and frilly, with long sleeves. Very cute and feminine and sexy.

I pulled the crop top shirt over her head. Her chest was bare now, revealed to me. I couldn’t help myself. I touched one of her little nipples. Okay, I guess that was sort of naughty. Then I pulled down her shorts, leaving her pink undies on. She began to wake up as I raised her to a sitting position so I could get the nightie over her head. She smiled at me.

“Come on, let’s go brush your teeth,” I said softly.

She nodded and we went to the bathroom across the hall. I watched Chelsea brush her teeth and then sit on the toilet and tinkle, wiping herself. We went back to her room and she got in bed.

As I leaned down to kiss her goodnight, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me close. Her lips met mine and then — oh my god! — her lips parted and her tongue was teasing at my mouth. I was startled, but not too started to respond. I opened my own lips and let the sweet little girl french-kiss me. It was heavenly.

We kissed that way for at least a minute or so, a long time! My eyes were closed, my tongue exploring her small mouth. I nearly lost myself in the moment, almost began to believe I was with one of the young girls at the orgy in Vermont and that I could do whatever I wanted with this child.

But then I remembered where I was: I was babysitting, doing a job for someone, and I had a responsibility. I pulled away, wiping my mouth.

I looked at Chelsea. She was grinning at me, her pink lips shiny and wet.

“Who, uh… where… who, who taught you to kiss like that?” I stammered.

“My mom.”

“Your mom??” My eyes must have been like saucers.

She nodded, her eyes twinkling.

“Not, like, another babysitter or someone?”

“Uh-uh, my mommy.”

“Wow. Um, okay, well, you get to sleep now, honey, all right?”

Chelsea nodded again, turning onto her side, laying her head on her hands, closing her eyes. I kissed her softly on the cheek and left the room, turning off the lamp but leaving the door open a crack.

Back in the living room, I sat on the sofa, shaking my head and marveling at what had just happened. It felt so amazingly nice to kiss her that way. She was really good at it. And she had learned it from her mommy!!

I took a deep breath, checking my watch. It was only about 9:30. I’d brought a book with me to read, and Dana did have some DVDs I could watch, comedies and adventure movies I liked. Or I could snoop around if I wanted to. But that didn’t seem like such a good idea. It also didn’t seem very necessary. I couldn’t imagine finding anything more surprising or more exciting than what I’d already discovered about sexy Dana and her little girl.

There was at least one other thing I could do, of course. I could masturbate. That seemed like a very good idea, considering how turned on I was after kissing Chelsea that way.

I began rubbing myself over the outside of my jeans but didn’t do any more than that right away. First I wanted to be sure she was asleep and wouldn’t be getting up to come and find me or anything. For about ten minutes I sat on the couch, gently stroking my crotch, thinking about Chelsea, remembering the feel of her lips on mine, her tongue in my mouth. I could tell my pussy was getting very wet inside.

Finally I got up and tiptoed down the hall to her room, quietly pushing the door open so I could get a look at her. She appeared to be sound asleep. I went and stood by her bed, still rubbing myself on the outside of my jeans. I was very tempted to do something more with her, but I didn’t. I just watched her sleeping.

Then I left the room, pulling her door closed almost all the way, and went back to the sofa. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pushed my hand inside my panties. My pussy was soaked, so wet that I was surprised it hadn’t leaked through my jeans yet.

I slid my fingers up and down, feeling the thrill when I rubbed the slippery skin over my clit. Parting my lips, I pressed a finger down inside, deep down, into my heated center. I groaned in pleasure, then rubbed my clit some more.

It felt so good touching myself that way. I knew I would be able to come pretty quickly. I thought about taking off my jeans, or at least pushing them down around my knees, but I didn’t want to take a chance in case Dana came home unexpectedly. I figured this way I could zip up quickly if I heard her coming in and not get caught. Maybe.

Taking my hand out of my panties, I tasted myself. So nice, so very nice. I loved the taste of my pussy. I wondered if Chelsea would like it too. That gave me a dirty idea, something to think about, if nothing else.

Closing my eyes, I fantasized that after I gave myself an orgasm, I went to her bedroom and rubbed my wet fingers over her lips, coating them with my juices, even slipping my fingers between her lips, into her mouth, letting the 7-year-old girl taste me as she slept.

That fantasy made me come right away. I remembered to be quiet, not to wake her up, and the effort of restraining my moans and groans seemed to make my climax even more intense. By the time I was done, I was sweating and my fingers were drenched.

I licked my fingers clean, which took a while. It was so enjoyable doing that, I decided to masturbate again. I soon came a second time, and not long after that, a third time. When I was through, after lots of exciting fantasies and three wonderful orgasms, it was almost 11:00 o’clock. That was a very pleasant way to spend an evening!

I cleaned up, washing my hands in the bathroom, and checked on Chelsea again. Still fast asleep. Then I went back to the sofa, got out my book, and read until Dana came home at about 12:45.

“How did everything go?” she asked, displaying that big smile I loved.

“It was great,” I told her. “No problems. Chelsea’s a little doll.”

“Yes, she is, or at least I think so,” she chuckled. “Anyway, I’m glad you like her. Would you mind staying with her again some time? Maybe like next weekend?”

“Sure, um, you mean on Friday?”

“Yeah, Friday is usually when I go out. If I can find a babysitter that is. It’s been hard for me to get someone I feel like I can trust, you know?”

I nodded, though I wasn’t really sure what she meant.

“So, how much is it?” she asked, opening her wallet. “Like, $10 an hour, or something?”

“Yeah, I, well… I don’t really have any set rates or anything. Just whatever you think is right.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet.”

Suddenly she gave me a big hug, pressing her body against mine. I could smell her perfume, along with cigarette smoke and maybe some sweat. The hug was warm and tight. I didn’t know quite what to do, so I just sort of hugged her gently in return.

For a second I thought she might kiss me too, maybe even kiss me the way her daughter had said she kissed her. That would be awesome! But she didn’t. She stepped back, her hands on my shoulders, smiling at me.

She’d taken off her heels, so she was shorter than I was. She probably weighed less than I did too, and I was still under 100 pounds. It felt weird being hugged by an adult who was smaller than me. But I liked it, and I liked Dana. I liked her a lot.

Apparently the feeling was mutual.

“I like you, Julie. I’m so glad we met. It feels like you and me have something in common, kind of like we’re twin souls or something.”

We were? I wasn’t sure about that, but it was nice of her to say it anyway.

She took $60 from her wallet. “Is this enough? I’d really like to give you more, but, you know, things are kind of tight right now.”

The look on Dana’s face was so adorable. Like she wanted to please me, gain my approval. I could see myself falling for her very easily.

“Yeah, sure, of course it’s fine. But, um, you don’t have to give me that much if you don’t want to. If it’s like, hard, I mean, or something.”

“Oh, you angel.”

This time she did kiss me. Not a long kiss, and her lips stayed closed, but a nice little kiss, right on my mouth.

She gave me the $60 and said next time she would try to give me more. I assured her that was plenty. Then I called my mom, and a few minutes later we were on our way home.

“So, how was it?” Mommy asked. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, it was fine, definitely. I like Chelsea, um, and I like Dana too. She’s nice.”

“She seems to be.” My mother patted my leg.

We rode the rest of the way in silence. I was thinking about Dana, of course, about the way she’d hugged me and the quick little kiss she’d given me. I was also thinking about Chelsea and the long wet kiss we had shared.

That was so amazing, the little girl kissing me that way. It was like a dream. Maybe that’s why I didn’t say anything to my mom about it that night, because it seemed like something that couldn’t actually have happened in real life. Maybe I wouldn’t believe it myself unless it happened again.

Continue on to Chapter 70

By Naughty Mommy

Now began a new phase in my life with Amanda.

Every single night before bed she would ‘masturbate’ — that is, I would rub her with my hand and bring her to orgasm. Sometimes, but not always, this included penetration. There were times when we took it fairly slow, when I could have fun exploring her little pussy with my fingers, seeing how far I could reach inside her vagina without causing pain. (My daughter’s hymen was still intact, and I was content for the time being to leave it that way.) There were many nights, though, when she was so excited and so eager that all I had to do was simply hold my hand in one position while she frantically humped herself against it. She could quickly reach climax doing that and was capable of repeated orgasms.

Our standard approach at this point was for Amanda to lie on her stomach and for me to reach between her legs from behind and stimulate her. I would usually masturbate too, of course, trying to come at about the same time as she did. Sometimes I would fuck her leg and bring myself to orgasm that way. If she finished before me, which happened a lot, she would often turn on her side to watch while I rubbed my clit. I loved having her watch me. But during this period, she never reached climax by rubbing herself (or at least not while I was with her). It was always my hand on her pussy.

My little girl’s sexual exuberance was incredibly arousing to me. Even if I came while I was ‘helping’ her, as I did most nights, I would still be so turned on after tucking her into bed and saying goodnight that I would have to masturbate again in my own bed. I was having more orgasms than at any time in my entire life, and loving it!

Then one Saturday morning, something else happened.

As I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee, Amanda came up to me and said, “Mommy, can I only masturbate at night?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, do people only ever masturbate at night, or do they do it in the day too sometimes?”

“Well, it’s mostly done at night, I suppose. But there’s really no reason” — then suddenly it dawned on me — “why are you asking?”

“Because, can we do it now?”

And so it turned out that on Saturdays and Sundays, she and I would enjoy several sessions during the day as well as before going to bed at night. I didn’t mind this at all, of course.

I’d never seen Amanda so happy. She seemed to be smiling all the time, and she became extremely affectionate with me, always kissing her mother, always wanting to hold my hand or have her arm around me. Even when we weren’t having sex, if we were watching TV or something, her body was always very close to mine. It was so cute.

That’s how we moved on to the next phase. We were sitting together on the sofa on a Friday night at about 9:00 o’clock. I had my arm around my little girl and she had one leg hooked over mine. I was wearing a loose dress, with no bra and just a pair of panties. Amanda was in boxer shorts and a t-shirt. We had just finished watching a sexy movie, Lost and Delirious, and we were both very turned on.

Up until then, when she wanted to ‘masturbate’, we had always gone into Amanda’s room to do it, even on the weekends during the day. But as the closing credits rolled, my daughter took my hand and placed it between her legs. She then held her hand over mine and started moving it up and down, showing me her desires. I was surprised, but also highly aroused. She had never been this aggressive before.

Amanda was grinning at me. She was so beautiful. I returned her smile and asked, “Do you want to go to your bedroom now?”

In reply, she simply shook her head. And then she did something else she had never done before. She put her hand behind my head and pulled my face down to hers. We had kissed many times while we were having sex, or at least I had often kissed her. Sometimes when we were finished, we would kiss on the lips, but never with open mouths using our tongues.

On this special night, though, apparently inspired by the racy movie (which featured a lot of hot girl-on-girl kissing), Amanda pressed her mouth against mine, and then… I felt her tongue, probing… I parted my lips, and my daughter and I shared our first mature sensual kiss. It was wet, exciting, sloppy, even a little awkward since it was our first time trying. But it was heavenly.

And in the meantime, as we kissed, I was rubbing her pussy through her thin cotton boxer shorts. We continued kissing, and I slipped my hand inside her shorts. She was wearing nothing underneath. I felt her smooth labia, so delicious, so inviting. And as I eased my hand down a little further, I found moisture. She was very wet.

Without breaking the kiss, I turned my body and started sliding back until I was reclining fully on the sofa. She followed my movements, and then she was lying on top of me. This was definitely something new for us. I spread my legs wide apart. I wanted to feel her warm body pressing into my crotch. I was going to grab her bottom and pull her tightly against me, but as soon as I started to remove my hand from her shorts, she stopped me. “No, Mommy, don’t! Keep your hand there!”

“What?

“Keep your hand right there, okay?” She held my wrist firmly, and started moving her pussy against my fingers. It was similar to the way she would fuck my hand at night when she ‘masturbated’, except now she was on top of me. And we were kissing.

After making sure I wouldn’t take my hand away again, Amanda held my face in her hands and pressed her lips onto mine. Her mouth was open, her tongue playing with my tongue, the way we’d seen the girls in the movie. She was also arching her pelvis again and again, thrusting her hot young sex against my hand. She was so wet my fingers easily slid between her labia. She held me, kissed me, fucked my hand, moving faster and faster, moaning, sighing, and then suddenly she was coming —

“Eeeeh-ahh!!” my daughter squealed, louder than I’d ever heard her before. This was a big one. A very strong climax.

She lifted herself up, planting her hands on the sofa, straightening her arms. She threw her head back. Her eyes were closed, her face contorted with orgasmic passion. For a second she froze in that position, and then she started moving again, moving her pussy against my hand.

I looked at her in amazement. What a child she was! So sweet and innocent, and yet so sexually energetic, so enthusiastic in her desire for pleasure. My little girl fucked my hand again, my fingers sliding up and down between the slippery folds of her labia, until she had a second climax, and then a third, each accompanied by loud cries and copious juices. My hand was soaked.

Finally she was exhausted. She collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. I wrapped my arms around her and my legs too. I kissed her sweaty cheek, hugged her tightly, told her how much I loved her. I actually felt tears in my eyes, I was so happy, so in love with her — yes, I was in love with her, that was it. I was deeply in love with my own daughter. And I was as happy as I could possibly be.

I held her a long time. Gradually her breathing slowed.

Earlier I’d removed my hand from her boxer shorts, and now while she rested I licked my fingers, loving the flavor of my little girl’s pussy juice. My dress was hiked up around my waist, my legs spread wide apart. Amanda’s slim body was nestled against my crotch. God, it was so wonderful, so perfect.

I stroked her back and caressed her little bottom through her shorts. I nuzzled her neck, kissing her and licking her, tasting the salty sweat. I never wanted to move again. I was exactly where I wanted to be, my daughter on top of me, swooning in post-orgasmic bliss. I hugged her close, tears of joy in my eyes.

After a time, she stirred. She raised her head, giving me a soft smile. Her lovely blue eyes were hooded, languorous. She licked her lips.

“Mommy, that was nice. But, um, is it okay what we did? I mean, kissing and stuff like that?”

“Well, what do you think?” I asked. “Is it okay with you?”

“Yeah,” her eyes brightened. “I liked it!”

“So did I,” I chuckled. “I liked it very much. And I think it was perfectly okay.”

“Good.” She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then added, “So, um, do you wanna do it now? Masturbate? Cuz you didn’t do it yet, did you?”

“No, I didn’t.” I shook my head. “I was too busy taking care of you. Which I loved.”

She grinned and giggled, “Me too.” And then she started to shift off of me, apparently to make room so I could play with myself.

But I stopped her. “Wait, don’t go too far.”

I positioned her so that she was resting atop my thigh, her little pussy pressing against my leg through her thin boxers. “I was thinking that maybe you could help me this time.”

Amanda frowned. “What do you mean? You can do it yourself, can’t you?”

“Sure I can, sweetie,” I smiled. “But it might be fun to try it this way. You just put your hand inside my panties, the same way I had my hand inside your shorts. Okay?”

I took her hand and slid it inside my panties. I knew she could feel how wet I was. I watched her closely to gauge her reaction. She had never touched me this way before.

Her eyes went wide as I pressed her fingers into my warm slit. She cocked her head to the side like a little puppy, frowning again — and then suddenly her face lit up, a lightbulb switching on.

“Oh!!! You mean I can help you?!”

“Yes, of course.”

“Ooh, neat! I never thought of that!” She was glowing. “But, like, how do I do it? Show me, Mom.”

“Okay, well, you know, you just slide your hand up and down, like this.” I held her hand in mine, moving it the way I described.

“Right, okay… but… Mommy?”

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“Well, I mean, is at all right if I take off your panties, so I can see?”

Was it all right? Absolutely it was! “Yes, of course, baby girl. You go ahead and take off Mommy’s panties.”

I raised my bottom, enjoying the sight of my sexy little daughter tugging my panties over my hips and then down my legs and off. On impulse, I sat up and lifted my loose dress over my head, tossing it away.

“Why don’t you do it too?” I proposed. “Take off your clothes.”

“Okay!” She giggled, whipping off her shirt, then wriggling out of her boxers. Now we were both totally nude.

Amanda put her hand over her mouth, laughing. “This is funny!”

“What is?”

“Being naked in the living room.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah, it’s cool. We shoulda done this before.”

“Okay, so, now that you can see everything — do you want to try to help me?”

“Sure, um… where was I?”

“Well, first, sit on my leg again, like you were before.”

She climbed back on top of me, her warm juicy sex nestling against my bare thigh. She looked down at her crotch. I had to admit, it was quite a sight, a young girl’s hairless pussy straddling a grown woman’s leg — her mother’s leg!

“This feels good,” she grinned. And then she began moving a little bit, sliding back and forth. “Is it okay, Mommy, if I do this, the way you do on me sometimes?”

“Yes, of course it is, sweetheart. It’s just fine.”

“Good. I like doing it. It feels really good.” She humped me a little faster.

“All right, now, let me have your hand again.” She held it out, and I placed it between my legs, parting my labia, pressing her fingers into my slit. I was extremely wet.

“You can help Mommy masturbate, the way I help you.”

“Okay.”

“Just slide your hand up and down.” I moved her hand with mine. “That’s good… and then, you can rub the clitoris, up here, remember how I showed you?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, her eyes opening wide as I moved her fingers over my engorged clit. I was certain she could feel the stiff nub beneath her fingertips.

“Mmm, that’s right, baby. That feels good. You rub Mommy just like that.”

“Okay.”

Leaning my head back, I closed my eyes and savored the sensation as I guided her, rubbing her lubricated fingers over my clit again and again. My 10-year-old daughter was touching me, masturbating me, and it felt so good. I didn’t have the slightest twinge of guilt. She and I loved each other deeply and we were showing that love, warmly giving each other affection. What could possibly be wrong with that?

She was moving faster on my leg now, making little moaning sounds. Raising my other hand to my mouth, I wetted my fingertips, then spun little circles at the end of my erect nipples. I could feel my excitement beginning to build, that swirling swelling heated crescendo that told me an orgasm was near. I was getting close very fast. But I needed something more. I needed to feel Amanda’s fingers inside me.

Still holding her hand, I moved it slowly down inside my slit until the tips of her fingers reached the entrance to my vagina. I opened my eyes again so I could see how she would respond to what I wanted.

She was staring at my cunt and humping my leg.

“Can you… put your finger inside Mommy?” I asked. “Like I do with you sometimes?”

“Okay.” Amanda’s voice was hoarse, choked with incestuous arousal. As her fingers began to explore the silky wetness of her mother’s sex, she swallowed, then licked her lips. Tentatively she slid her middle finger into my vagina, but not very far, only an inch or so. Her eyes went wide.

“Mommy, it’s so… it’s so soft and warm, and… and so nice!”

“Yes, it is. But you don’t have to worry about hurting me or anything, honey. You can put your finger in as far as you want, and it will only feel better for me, I promise.”

“Okay.” She pushed her finger in further, maybe up to the second knuckle. “Wow… this is so great. I love how it feels!”

“So do I, baby. I love having you fuck me.”

Her head whipped around, her eyes goggling. “Is that what I’m doing?”

“Yes, little girl, that’s what you’re doing. You’re fucking Mommy with your finger, and I love it. Remember that first day when I told you that using naughty words sometimes makes it more exciting?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, I love saying that. It makes me very, very excited. I love it when you fuck me with your finger, Amanda. I want you to fuck me hard and make me come.”

She grinned and said, “Wow, Mommy, this is… this is amazing!” Then she looked at my crotch again. She was moving her finger slowly in and out of my cunt, still much too tentatively.

“Can you do it faster now, sweetie? Faster and harder? And deeper?” I wanted to come so badly.

“I’ll try.”

She frowned, concentrating as she put all her effort into pressing her middle finger up inside me as far as it would go.

I groaned, “Oh my god yes! That feels so fucking good! Do it harder now, baby, and faster!”

“All right.” She slid the finger into me again, pulled it out, and pushed it in again.

“Yes! Yes! Do it for me now, little girl! Fuck Mommy’s cunt! Fuck me hard!”

My frenzied reactions made her bolder. She was sliding her finger in and out of my slippery pussy faster and faster now, in rhythm with the way she was fucking my leg, harder and harder. And then, without even being asked, she inserted a second finger, pumping them both deep inside me again and again and again. I was delirious with lust.

“God baby fuck Mommy! Fuck Mommy hard! Make Mommy come!!”

And then I did come. I exploded into orgasm, my hands grabbing my daughter’s wrist, pulling her toward me, forcing her fingers into me still more deeply.

I was also dimly aware, even as I climaxed volcanically, that someone else was climaxing at the same time. With her fingers deep inside her mother’s cunt, my daughter was now coming on my leg, her little pussy gushing hot juices that spilled over my thigh.

* * *

The next morning I made my decision. We were going. I’d already put in for the time off from work (I had plenty of vacation coming), and I was sure we could afford it, if just barely. It might be an expensive trip, but that didn’t matter — it really felt to me like the time was right for us.

So I went online and made all the arrangements. And later that day, as we were cooling down from another one of our Saturday afternoon specials, helping each other to ‘masturbate’, I told Amanda the good news.

“Guess what, honey.”

“What?”

“I’ve decided that you and me are going on a very special vacation.”

“Really? Where?”

“Well, do you know where San Diego is?”

Her eyes went wide. “You mean like the San Diego Zoo?”

“That’s right,” I nodded, “and —”

She let out a whoop and threw her arms around my neck, hugging me and kissing me, repeating, “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, thank you!!”

After a minute or two of this, she pulled away long enough to ask, “When are we going?”

“We leave five days from today.”

“When?”

“Next Thursday, the day after school is out, so —”

“Mommy, that’s awesome!” And I got another long round of hugs and kisses. She really is the most wonderful child.

And what fun we had! Even the first day after we arrived was enough to convince me that I’d made the right decision.

I’d been able to find a motel close to the beach, not right on it, but close enough that it was only a short walk, and well within our budget — especially since Amanda and I were sharing a room, a room with only one bed of course. I’d also decided to drive down to save on airfare and so we’d have a car while we were there. That took most of a day, driving from Sacramento to San Diego, but it wasn’t too bad.

Then the next day — wow, amazing! — a beautiful beach, perfect weather, gorgeous scenery, and so many unbelievably hot girls in tiny bathing suits. I was loving it! Amanda was positively beside herself. This was her first visit to a sunny white sand beach, right on the ocean, and she was in heaven. I knew she loved to swim, but I was surprised to see how eagerly she took to the waves and the surf. We played in the water, built sandcastles, just had the best time ever.

We spent our second day, Saturday, at the zoo, and it was spectacular as well. Everything I’d hoped for and more. It wasn’t cheap, but I didn’t mind that. We learned a lot, and had so much fun.

I haven’t mentioned it yet, but of course every night in our motel room my daughter and I ‘masturbated’ together — meaning I fucked her little pussy and she fucked mine and we had many many incredible orgasms. We were as happy as could be.

Their story continues… HERE

By Naughty Mommy

I slept late the next day. My mom got up before me, taking a shower, washing and drying her hair, packing up her things and most of mine. At about 10:00, she came and sat on the bed beside me, waking me.

“Sweetheart, time to get up. We’ve got a plane to catch.” She gave me a little kiss on the cheek.

I’d wondered if I would have any kind of hangover or whatever from the marijuana when I woke up, but I didn’t. I felt fresh and alert. My body was still a bit tired from all the exertion of the night before, but my mind was clear.

After giving my mother a nice hug, being careful not to muss her hair or her makeup, I took a quick shower myself. I really needed one after the amount of body oil they’d used, not to mention all the pussy juice and saliva and everything else that had been all over me.

While I was washing, I rubbed my soapy fingers on my clit, making my pussy warm and tingly again. I didn’t bring myself to climax, but I felt a pleasant throbbing in my crotch as I slipped into my undies and my red dress. My mom and I went downstairs for breakfast, finding Logan and Diana still there, but not Shannon and her girls. They’d already left.

We got big hugs from Cassia and Delia (Olympia wasn’t there), along with pretty Diana and her mother, and soon we were on our way again.

As we drove, I dug my sexual diary out of my backpack and started making notes about all the things I could recall from the party. It took me quite a while, filling many pages, and I’m sure I still left a lot out. I mean, nobody could possibly remember all the wild stuff that happened that night. I did my best, though.

By the time I was finished, we were more than halfway back to Boston. I put the diary away with a satisfied sigh and gazed out the window at the scenery.

While I’d been writing my notes, my mom had not said much. She could see that I was busy with something and didn’t interrupt. She also didn’t ask me what I was working on. I suppose she figured we’re all entitled to keep some things private. I wouldn’t have minded letting her know about my diary, or even showing it to her, but she didn’t inquire and I didn’t say anything about it.

Now that I’d finished with that, though, I started thinking again about what it all meant, about what we would say to Kate and Molly when we got back, about how things might change between all of us.

I thought about the little lesbian families we had met at the Sapphic Retreat, like Nicole and her girls, Katherine and her two daughters, and all the others. What was it like for them at home, I wondered. Did they sleep in the same bed at night? Did they have friends they played around with sometimes? Kids from school they would bring home for sexual adventures?

I felt myself getting turned on again as I imagined what they might do, especially when I began to think about what it would be like for us to seduce some of my friends or Kate’s friends or Molly’s little friends. Ooh, yes, like Emily and Riley. That would be so great, and maybe even their moms too!

“What are you thinking about, honey?”

I realized then that I was gently rubbing myself, the heel of my hand pressing into my pussy on the outside of my dress and panties. I gave my mother a sheepish grin. “I can’t stop touching myself. I’m insatiable.”

“Yes,” she chuckled, patting my knee. “That’s one of the things I love about you.”

“But um, I was thinking about, like, the moms and daughters we met this weekend, and what it’s like for them at home. You know, if they have friends they play around with, I mean, other moms and daughters, maybe from their school or something, that they have sex with. Do you think they might?”

“Sure, I suppose it’s possible. Like us, though, I would imagine they try to be very careful, think wisely about the people they choose to bring into their circle.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

We drove a few miles more in silence. Then I asked, “Mommy, um, do you think, I mean, are there actually a lot of mothers and daughters who, you know, who are lesbian lovers? Who have sex with each other?”

She thought about it, before shrugging, “Well, that depends on what you mean by a lot. As you discovered this weekend, you and I are not the only mom and daughter who are interested in such things. I think it’s actually fairly common for mothers to have sexual fantasies about their daughters. I’ve been in touch with a good number of women online who share those kinds of longings with me.”

“You have?”

“Yes, I have.” She turned and smiled, giving me a wink.

“Wow…”

“On the other hand, the number of women who actually do something about those feelings, who act on their desires for their daughters, is probably fairly small. I don’t know the percentage, but I’d guess it’s no more than one in ten, maybe less.”

“Huh.”

I thought about that for a while. Then I said, “So, the friends you have, I guess, online, who are moms and have fantasies about their daughters, do any of them do anything?”

“Yes, a few. At least they say they do. You can never be sure, of course, that what someone is telling you in chat or email is real or if it’s only what they’re wishing was true.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“But I think I can usually tell, and I know quite a few moms who say they are sexually active with their daughters, and I believe them.”

“Are they all, like, just, online friends? Or do you know anyone where we live?”

She looked at me again, a twinkle in her eye. “What makes you ask that?”

“Well,” I grinned, “I was thinking if we could do something like they have in Vermont, how cool that would be. You know, like a club for moms and daughters or something. But not people from far away, people right where we live.”

“Yes, that would be nice.”

After that it was quiet again for a long time.

* * *

We had about a half hour wait before boarding our flight at the airport. Most of the travelers were either older people or business types. There were only a few families. Among them, though, was a very pretty blonde woman, maybe about 30, with two cute daughters, around 9 and 7 years old. As far as I could tell, there was no dad with them. They attracted my attention right away, of course, and my mother’s too. She took my hand and squeezed it as we looked at the appealing little family.

The younger daughter, active and energetic, was in a darling dress, pastel pink and very short, with two rows of white buttons down the front and a white belt around the waist. She was a blonde with curly hair, a lot like Molly’s. Her big sister, whose hair was darker and straighter, wore a denim miniskirt along with tennis shoes and a long-sleeved t-shirt. She seemed more quiet and pensive. Their attractive mother was dressed in tan slacks and a blue v-neck sweater, both very tight-fitting, showing off her splendid figure.

I got on my knees in the seat, leaning close to my mom, and asked, “Which one would you want first? The younger girl, the older one, or their mommy?”

Shifting her view away from them, toward me, she whispered, “Why not all three at the same time? Along with you and Kate and Molly, of course.”

“God, yeah… that would be so awesome.” It was exciting to picture us in bed with them, two naked women and five naked girls, exploring each other’s bodies. I could feel my pussy getting wet.

I’d hoped that when we got on the plane we might be sitting close to the pretty mom and her daughters, but they ended up in the back while we were near the front. There were three seats in the row on our side, with the third seat left unoccupied. I sat by the window and my mom sat on the aisle. We held hands as the jet accelerated down the runway and then lifted into the air.

That sexy image of me and my sisters and my mother fooling around with the young family we’d been ogling was really turning me on. I squeezed my thighs together, stimulating my clit. As soon the fasten seatbelt sign was turned off, I changed seats, moving into the middle one next to my mom. I held her arm and brought my lips to her ear.

“I love seeing you with little girls, Mommy. Like with Laura, or maybe with that girl we just saw, the younger one. How old do you think she was?”

“Probably, I don’t know, 7 or so?”

“Yeah. She was cute. Wouldn’t you like to get her naked, and then lick her all over?”

“Mmm, yes, of course I would.” My mother crossed her legs, placing one knee over the other. She was in a short pleated skirt, navy blue. I saw her clench her thighs together, as I had done. She lifted my hand to my mouth and gently kissed my fingers.

“Do you like licking little girls?” I asked. “Tasting their pussies?”

“Julie, honey,” she warned, with a smile, “you really shouldn’t be saying things like that, not here, in public.”

“I know, but I can’t help it. You’re so sexy and I love seeing you with little girls.”

“Yes, but…” she gave me a half-serious frown. “Let’s talk about it sometime later, not now.”

I could tell my mom was just as turned on as I was. I really enjoyed teasing her this way.

Looking across the aisle, I saw that the only other person in our row, a heavyset older woman traveling alone, had her seat pushed back and her eyes closed. She appeared to be asleep. The flight attendants were busy at the back of the plane, getting the refreshment carts ready or something. No one would see what I was going to do next.

My mother was wearing a white blouse with long sleeves. It was partially sheer. A lacy feminine camisole was visible beneath the blouse. She didn’t have a bra on that day, so her stiff nipples stood out plainly. I put my hand over her breast, squeezing it and pinching the nipple.

“Stop that! You’re being very bad,” she glared, quickly taking my hand away.

I giggled. “Okay, I’ll stop. For now, anyway.”

After a few seconds I said, “I need to use the restroom.” I got up and slid past her into the aisle, walking to the tiny lavatory at the front of the plane. When I returned, I was no longer wearing any panties. They were tucked into a pocket of my dress.

Sitting down again, I reached into my backpack and took out a paperback novel I’d brought along. I opened it, and as I pretended to read, casually crossed my own legs. Unlike my mom, however, I did not put one knee over the other. I laid my ankle on my knee, letting my red dress slide halfway up my bare thigh.

I noticed my mother looking at me, at my legs. Turning a page in the book, I ‘accidentally’ pulled my dress up even further, almost to the top of my thighs. You couldn’t quite see my crotch yet, not quite. I waited for a minute, pretending to read, then turned another page.

Mommy put her hand on my thigh, leaving it there. To someone who didn’t know about us, it might have appeared completely innocent: a mother affectionately resting her hand on her young daughter’s leg, nothing unusual about that. But I felt a slight pressure in her touch, a meaningful squeeze. She wanted me.

“It’s kind of cold in here,” I said softly. Uncrossing my legs, I took one of the small blankets provided by the airline and arranged it over my lap. I opened another blanket and placed it over my mom’s lap. Now our hands could go where they wanted, unseen.

I picked up my paperback and held it open again with one hand as though I was reading. I put my other hand under the blankets, laying it over my mother’s hand which was still resting on my thigh. Very, very slowly, I eased her fingers upward and inward, sliding them over my bare skin, gradually bringing them closer to my crotch.

She was starting to breathe faster. I felt her fingers trembling beneath mine. I looked up at her face. Her head was leaning back against the headrest. Her eyes were closed. It looked almost as if she was napping. But I saw her licking her lips, and I could tell, the way her chest rose and fell, that she was very aroused.

I moved slightly forward in the seat, spreading my legs farther apart. I eased my mom’s hand in just a little more, and then she was touching me. For a moment, I thought she might pull away, might decide this game had gone far enough. But she didn’t. She let her fingers caress my pussy lips beneath the blanket. I was wet and slippery. It was easy for her to slide a finger between my lips, to find my swollen clit.

In spite of myself, I groaned, arching my back. My mother opened her eyes and looked down at me, giving a slight shake of her head, cautioning me to be quiet. But she left her fingers where they were.

It was hard for me to keep still as I mimed reading my novel. Mommy’s finger pressed in on my clit, gliding up and down over it, really just the tiniest of motions but enough to get me tremendously excited.

I looked at my mother’s chest. I wanted to open her blouse, pull up her camisole, start sucking her hard nipples. Right here in the plane, in front of everyone, I wanted to have lesbian sex with my mom.

Coming up the aisle from behind us, a flight attendant with a cart was getting closer. She was about three rows away now. My mother kept rubbing me, masturbating me. Her eyes met mine, a smoky look, showing her lust. She licked her lips. God, she was so hot!

The attendant came to the row just behind ours. Mommy rubbed my clit harder and faster. I was quivering, panting, almost there. Could I actually climax, really have an orgasm with all these passengers around us, a flight attendant only a few feet away?

At the last second, just before I came and just before the woman in the airline uniform pulled her cart up to our row, looking down at us and smiling, my mom removed her hand from my pussy and out from under the blanket, lifting it to her mouth. She quickly sucked on her middle finger, the one that had been rubbing my clit, and then, just as the flight attendant turned to us, my mother took her hand from her mouth and laid it in her lap, underneath her other hand. She smiled at the attendant.

My mom had coffee and I had a Coke. Later we ate some little snacks that they brought, just cashews and pretzels and things like that. Before long, the plane was heading down, and then we were at the airport, back to our own car, and on our way home. Mommy used her cell phone to call Grandpa Ray, letting him know when we’d arrive, asking how my sisters were and how everything had gone. Apparently it was all fine.

At around 5:30, we pulled into our driveway. Molly came running out the front door to greet us, Kate not far behind. We hot big hugs from them and from my grandparents as well. After we took our bags inside and up to our rooms, Grandpa Ray said he wanted to treat us all to dinner. He did, except once again we went to that horrid buffet place where he always took us.

But I guess that was okay. It didn’t take very long, at least, and when we were done, they said goodbye to us in the parking lot and started their three-hour drive home. I was glad they weren’t staying any longer.

* * *

As I was unpacking that night, Kate came into my room. She sat down on my bed, grinning at me. “Did you guys have fun? Did you get laid?”

I chuckled and felt my face reddening. But I nodded, “Yeah, we did. And yeah, I did.”

“Really?”

My sister bounced up onto her knees on the bed. She was barefoot, wearing shorts and a tight tank top with no bra. At dinner, she’d had another shirt over the tank top, but now you could clearly see her little button nipples poking through the thin fabric.

“Tell me all about it!”

“Well, um, okay.”

Inside my suitcase, I discovered two pairs of undies that didn’t belong to me. They were from Brandi and Emma. I smiled as I lifted them out, holding them up to look at them.

“Know what these are?” I asked Kate.

“Duh. Panties.”

“Yeah, but they’re not mine. You’ll never guess where I got them.”

“Really? Whose are they?”

“Well, these,” I began, brandishing the pair that had belonged to Emma, “are from a woman I met in Vermont, a woman I had sex with. I licked her pussy and she licked mine. Her name was Emma.”

“No fooling?”

“No fooling. She was so hot, Kate, a redhead with nice legs and such a pretty pussy. God, I loved licking her.”

“No way. No way. Are you telling me the truth, Julie?”

“Yes, I really am,” I giggled. I held up the other pair of undies. “And these are from Emma’s daughter, Brandi. She was 12 years old, like me. I licked her too.”

“Oh man, no way!” Kate exclaimed.

Sitting beside her on the bed, taking her hands in mine, I gushed, “Katie, it was so so totally great. They had this big party for us, all these, I mean —” and then I hesitated “— well, maybe we should tell you together, both me and Mommy. I want to make sure it’s okay.”

She grabbed my shoulders, shaking me. Her eyes were wild. “No, tell me now! I want to hear it!”

Just then our mother came to the room.

“You want to hear what?” she smiled, leaning against the door jamb, crossing her arms and her ankles.

We looked at her. She was so sexy in her heels, her short pleated skirt, her white blouse.

Kate frowned. “Julie’s being mean. She won’t tell me what you guys did. About a party or something.”

“Oh, okay,” Mommy nodded. “We did agree that we would tell you about it. But I’m sure Julie’s not trying to be mean. She just wants to be careful not to say anything I wouldn’t want her to say.”

“That’s right,” I confirmed.

My sister was still frowning. “I know, but…”

Looking at her watch, Mommy said, “Let me get Molly into bed first, okay? You finish unpacking, Julie, and then, about 9:00, why don’t you two come to my room and we can have a nice conversation about our trip. We can’t stay up too late, there’s school tomorrow, but we’ll let you know what we did. All right, Katie?”

“Sure, okay,” Kate nodded. “I’m sorry for getting upset.”

Our mother stepped over to the bed. Putting her hand under Kate’s chin, she raised her face and kissed her on the lips. “It’s all right, pumpkin, I understand,” she smiled.

As she turned and headed for the door, she said over her shoulder. “You guys get ready for bed now too. And I’ll see you at 9:00.”

* * *

A half hour later, Kate and I entered our mother’s room, hand in hand, shutting the door behind us. We were both wearing big t-shirts and we’d decided together not to have any undies on, just in case things got fun.

Mommy wasn’t in her bedroom, but the light was on in her bathroom, and through the open door we could hear water running in the sink. She was probably washing her face or brushing her teeth or something like that. We sat on the bed and waited for her.

When she came striding in from the bathroom, she was completely naked. Such a beautiful woman, with an amazing body — long legs, trim waist, nice round boobs, and a gorgeous face. We were so lucky!

“Hey, kiddos!” she smiled. “Right on time, huh?”

We nodded.

“Okay, hop in bed. Take off your shirts, though, because I want to be able to look at you when we talk about all this stuff.”

Kate grinned at me. Giggling, we quickly stripped off our t-shirts and dropped them on the floor, then climbed into her bed.

Mommy went to her vanity and picked up a bottle of perfume. She sprayed a little on her neck, on her breasts, in her pubic hair. It was my favorite perfume, the one that always made me think sexy thoughts about her. Then she got in bed with us, taking a spot in the middle.

We were sitting up, leaning on pillows against the headboard, the covers at about the top of our thighs, leaving our pussies exposed. Our mother looked back and forth at us, a huge smile on her face. “Girls, I am so happy. I feel just great. How about you? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, awesome,” I nodded.

“Sure, I feel fine,” Kate agreed. “But you guys must have had a really good time on your trip. You’re both just like, I don’t know, flying high or something.”

“Well, we did get pretty high on Saturday night,” Mommy laughed, “didn’t we, Julie?”

“Yeah, we did,” I giggled.

“What do you mean?” Kate frowned. “Tell me.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” our mother patted her thigh, then leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “No more secrets. We’ll tell you about everything we did, all right? Everything you want to know. It might take a while, though, because, well, we did a lot. If we run out of time tonight, we can continue tomorrow night. But I promise you, darling, we won’t leave anything out. We’ll tell you whatever it is you want to know.”

My sister seemed satisfied with that.

“Katie girl, you know I love you, and Julie does too. In fact, we talked about you while we were away. She told me how much she cares about you, how close she feels to you. Didn’t you, honey?” she asked, turning to me.

“Um, yeah, I did. I, well, I told Mommy that I never wanted to keep secrets from you because we always tell each other everything. Because, like, we’re really close and stuff, and um, and because I really love you.”

“Aww…” Kate looked down at her hands, grinning bashfully.

“That’s nice,” our mother smiled, “it’s wonderful that you two are so close. It makes me very happy.”

She took a deep breath, and I did too. I loved the smell of her perfume. I loved being in bed with her. I loved seeing her bare breasts right in front of me. I loved her!

“All right, let’s start at the beginning,” Mommy said. “First, Kate, we didn’t go up to Vermont to visit a prep school. That was a lie I told to Grandpa Ray because I didn’t want him to know what our trip was really all about. I don’t like having to lie that way, but I couldn’t very well tell him and Grandma June that we, that Julie and I, were going away for a romantic weekend together. That certainly wouldn’t fly.”

Kate giggled, and I did too. It seemed obvious to me that she’d realized all along the school story was just a pretense.

“And I felt bad about not telling you in advance where we were going, Katie, or what we were doing, but I just didn’t want to take any chances. I’m sorry it had to be that way, that I had to deceive you. Are you angry with me?”

My sister shook her head. “No, it’s okay. I get it. I sorta knew that, anyway.”

“Yes, you’re way too smart. I might be able to fool the old folks, but I can’t fool you.”

Kate grinned, looking down at her hands again.

“You are so adorable,” Mommy smiled.

She surprised me then by suddenly leaning over and grabbing my sister, actually lifting her up and pulling her over until she was lying between us, on her back. Kate looked as startled as I was.

Our mother got on top of her, taking her face in her hands and kissing her mouth. “Oh, Katie, Katie girl, I love you so much,” she murmured between kisses. After a few seconds, Kate responded, closing her eyes and parting her lips, letting Mommy kiss her deeply and passionately.

It was turning me on to watch them kissing that way. I didn’t feel jealous at all. I loved my sister, and I wanted her sexually, and I knew my mom had the same kinds of feelings I did. I knew they both wanted me too, and loved me. There was plenty of love and lust to go around, more than enough for the three of us to share. I put my hand between my legs, rubbing myself as I watched them.

Finally Mommy finished kissing her. She slid off to the other side, leaving Kate in the middle. She put her hand over my sister’s breast, playing with her nipple.

“Do you know how much I love you, Katie? How much I missed you?” she asked in a low, throaty voice.

“Well, um…” my sister didn’t seem to know quite what to say.

“How much we both missed you?”

My mom reached across and took my hand, placing it over Kate’s other breast, the one she wasn’t fondling. I squeezed Katie’s little tit, feeling the hard nipple between my fingers.

After kissing her again, Mommy said, “I love you so much. You make me very, very excited.” She glanced up at me. “Both of you make me excited. And Molly does too.”

Kate’s eyes widened.

I watched my mother kiss Kate softly on the lips, before lightly licking them, just around the edges, making my sister shiver with arousal.

“Yes, I want your baby sister,” she whispered, “I want her the same way I want the two of you. And I’m going to have her. We all three will. I’ve decided that’s definitely what we should do.”

“Really?” Kate sighed.

“Uh-huh,” Mommy nodded. “I don’t know how soon we’ll do that, with Molly, but soon. There’s really no reason to wait.”

I had one hand on Kate’s tit, but the other was between my legs, stroking my pussy. I was very wet and very hot. I couldn’t wait to have sex with Molly — and now my mom was saying we didn’t have to wait!

“And, honey, about this weekend,” our mother continued, between kisses, “there’s one more thing I have to tell you. It’s about Julie, and me. About why we went up there together, just the two of us.”

She propped herself up on an elbow, drawing away from the intimate kissing for a short time while she explained this next part.

“It’s because your sister and I, Julie and me, have discovered that there’s something… something between us, something special, something sort of… romantic, I guess. Do you know what I mean?”

“Yeah,” Kate nodded. “I mean, I can tell. You guys are, like, gaga for each other.”

Mommy laughed. “Yes, gaga, that’s a good word for it.”

She gave her another quick kiss, and then added, “I’m glad you understand, and I’m glad you can see that there is something between us, something special going on. I didn’t plan it this way, but I’m very glad it’s happened. It makes me so happy.”

“I’m glad too,” Kate said.

“Are you?” Mommy asked.

“Well, yeah, because, um, because, like, I want you both to be happy. I mean, because I love you and stuff.”

“Oh, Katie,” our mother breathed. There were tears in her eyes. “I’m so glad you understand.”

She hugged her tightly then, and I could tell, by the way her shoulders were shaking, that she was sobbing. Whether it was from joy or from relief, or both, I’m not sure. But it seemed like she must have been worried that Kate might not respond the way she had.

As my mom ended the hug, wiping her eyes, she said, “Katie, darling, Katie darling girl, please know that this doesn’t mean I love you less than I love Julie. I couldn’t love you any more than I do, sweetheart. I love Julie the same as I love you, and I love Julie a little differently too. It’s, well, there is a romantic dimension between the two of us now. Something that wasn’t there before. It’s been coming on for a while, for a long time, actually, but now it’s bigger than it ever was. I’m in love with her, and I can’t deny that. But I don’t ever want you to think I don’t love you as much as I possibly can, Katie, as much as anyone could ever love anyone. Okay?”

“Of course, Mommy.” Now Kate was choked up too. She never got that way!

They hugged again, fiercely, both sobbing tears of joy. I’d stopped masturbating a few minutes earlier — what we were sharing seemed even better than sex, if that’s possible, or more important anyway — and now I fell on top of them, hugging them both, squeezing them, joining my sobs and my happy sighs and my kisses with theirs.

Two or three minutes of hugging and kissing and pledges of love and more kissing and hugging, and then we slowly began to settle down. But as our emotional overflow ended, our libidinous desires took over. The kisses that had been warm and affectionate soon became hot and passionate.

Tongues were going inside mouths, hands finding breasts and pinching nipples, legs opening and intertwining. Before long, if this kept up, we would be having sex all the way, nothing held back.

Just before it reached that point, however, our mother drew away, panting, “Kate, we were supposed to be having a conversation here…”

I couldn’t help myself. I started laughing, and my sister did too.

Mommy laughed with us. “Now it is a school night, so we can’t stay up too late. Either we can go ahead and tell you more about what we did on our trip, or we can put that off until tomorrow and spend the remaining time we have —”

She never completed her sentence. Kate grabbed her and pulled her down, kissing her mouth, insisting, “We can talk later. Right now I wanna do this.”

Wow! I had never seen my sister express her sexual desires so aggressively.

We made love that night, the three of us together, although we didn’t really go all the way. We did a whole lot of kissing and touching, our first orgasms coming from fingers rubbing clits, Mommy on Kate, then Mommy on me, then me and Kate together on Mommy. We kissed a lot more and Mommy got on top of Kate again and fucked her the way she’d fucked me on the night of the slumber party, tribbing with her until Kate climaxed. I masturbated as I watched them, bringing myself to another orgasm. It was getting pretty late by then, past the usual time for us to go to bed, but Mommy let us stay up a little while longer, enough time for me and Kate to suck each other’s nipples and finger each other’s pussies, both climaxing while Mommy watched us and masturbated.

After it was all over, our mother sent us back to our rooms, but not before giving us warm, wet kisses and promising Kate that the next night she and I would tell my sister everything she wanted to know about our trip to Vermont.

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