Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

When I came out from the woman’s womb, or came back into consciousness, or whatever it was, my mom was sitting next to me. I was still on the floor, lying on my back. My face was covered with sticky moisture, Olympia’s juices mixed with Cassia’s and Delia’s. My mother had Laura on her lap. They were both naked, of course.

I propped myself up on my elbows. “Hi, Mommy.”

“Hi, sugar.”

I noticed that my mom had her hand between Laura’s legs, gently stroking the little girl’s vulva. Laura gazed at me, her huge liquid brown eyes so inviting. I felt as if I could dive inside them, get lost in there, just as I’d lost myself inside a middle-aged woman’s cunt a few minutes before.

“Are you having a good time?” my mother asked.

“Uh-huh, it’s great,” I giggled as I looked down my mom’s fingers, caressing the child’s pussy. “It looks like you’re having a good time too.”

“I am,” she smiled, “I think we all are.”

Then she turned to Laura, kissing the girl on the cheek. “How about you, precious? Having a fun time tonight?”

“Yep,” the little one grinned, moving her legs wider apart, offering my mother more room to touch her.

Mommy’s fingers moved slowly up and down over Laura’s slit. I knew just how good that felt. My mother had touched me many times that way. She had a lot of practice making young girls get excited. As I watched, she slid her fingers down further, teasing at the child’s asshole, then back up to her puffy labia. She pressed in a little harder and the pussy lips parted.

Turning back to me, my mother said, in a low voice, “Let’s lick her together, okay? I want to make her come, and I want you to do it with me.”

“Okay,” I nodded, sitting up all the way.

My mom put Laura on the floor, on her back, and gently pushed her little thighs open. Then she and I got down between the girl’s legs.

Around us, more sex was going on, although it was quieter now, less hurried and more subdued than at the peak of our frenzy a half hour or so earlier. Still, it was quite an arousing spectacle to see: everywhere you looked, naked women and girls kissing and touching each other, very often moms with daughters, or sisters with sisters.

My mother and I nestled in to enjoy Laura’s cunny. Mommy spread the child’s pussy lips with her fingers and we looked at her. Then we began licking, both of us together, our faces side by side, cheeks touching, tongues sometimes overlapping, eagerly licking the girl’s slit, her labia, the opening to her vagina, her tiny clit, even her rosy bunghole. We kissed and licked her everywhere, and we could sense that she was responding to our affection. She was breathing harder, her body twitching when we would find an especially sensitive spot. And as my mother inserted just the tip of her finger inside Laura’s little vagina and I fastened my mouth over her clit and sucked on it, she started panting and writhing and mewling. It appeared that she was getting close.

I heard other orgasms then. I didn’t look up, but I recognized several of the voices, the ones who seemed to have the loudest climaxes. I could definitely hear Diana coming, and Shelby too, and Olympia, and maybe Emma as well. There were probably more, but I couldn’t make them all out.

Meanwhile, 6-year-old Laura was about to have an orgasm as my mother and I licked her and fucked her. The girl was actually lifting her little bottom off the floor, raising her pussy to us. I glanced up at her face. It was bright red, set in a grimace, her eyes shut tight. She was gasping. I put my mouth back on her clit, sucked and licked some more, and then she came.

Something was proven to me that night. I discovered for a certainty that very young girls are indeed quite capable of having sexual climaxes. As I pondered that, it made me eager to get home to see what we could do with my sister Molly. She was 8 years old and surely she could have an orgasm just as easily as these other girls could, some of them even younger than she was.

After Laura finished coming, my mom and I lay down next to her, on either side, petting her, cooing to her, kissing her. She was still breathing hard, flushed red all over. I was very excited. I put my hand between my legs and started to masturbate as I kissed the child’s face, her chest, her little nipples.

But then someone interrupted me. It was Olympia.

She knelt beside me, touching my shoulder. “Julie? Suzanne?”

We both looked up.

“It’s getting late,” she said, “and some of the girls will have to go home soon. But before we end the party, would the two of you mind doing one more thing for us?”

“Certainly,” my mother smiled, “whatever you would like.”

So, we got up from the floor and everyone else did too, untangling arms and legs and mouths and pussies and rearranging themselves on chairs and sofas. Someone moved the coffee table back to the center of the room and someone else laid a soft blanket over it.

Olympia stood with my mom and me, holding our hands, waiting for the group to settle down. When it was quiet, she made another little speech.

“It would be most appropriate, I believe, to conclude our activities this evening by focusing once again on our very special guests. It is they we have come here to honor, to rejoice with. We have gathered to celebrate the sexual and romantic union of Julie and Suzanne.”

That got us another big round of applause. By now, I was used to it and it didn’t embarrass me as much as before. I was feeling far more comfortable and relaxed. The pot probably had something to do with that, not to mention the fact that I had just finished having sex with almost everyone who was clapping for me. We were on very intimate terms!

Olympia turned to face us. “Young lady, dear woman, would you please favor us now by making love for all of us to see?”

My mother bowed her head in assent, smiling broadly. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I just stood there. But then my mom asked me to lie down on my back on the coffee table. Aha, so that’s why they had put it there.

When I was in place, Mommy got on top of me. “I’m going to fuck you now, baby girl, while everyone watches us. Okay?”

“Okay,” I grinned.

The crowd gathered round. They left their seats and came to stand close to us. I looked up at the sea of faces, so many faces, so many different ages, blondes, brunettes, redheads, all female, of course, and all very excited by what they were about to see.

“Open your little pussy for me, baby,” my mother requested.

“All right.”

I reached under her and spread my pussy lips apart. My mom used her hand to pull back her own lips, and then she lowered herself onto me.

Our pussies were joined, our clits kissing.

She didn’t move very much at first. She settled in, her belly on my belly, her breasts on top of my breasts, her face just above mine. My legs were wide apart, my knees pulled up, opening myself for her. It was bright in the room, all the lights on, making it easy for everyone to see what was happening.

Mommy brought her lips to mine, kissing me tenderly. I heard sighs of pleasure around me. I closed my eyes while we were kissing, but when my mother pulled away, I opened them again. Glancing to either side, I saw many naked bodies, standing very close, pressing together. Every woman and every girl I could see was masturbating.

My mother kissed me again. This time her kiss was more insistent, harder, her tongue licking at my lips. I opened my mouth. We kissed deeply.

I felt her mound pressing against mine. She moved only very slightly, the same way I had done the night before when I was fucking her in our bed in the room above. And it was just so right, so perfect. My mom had found exactly the right spot, the tightest, warmest, most intimate point of contact between us, where only the tiniest movement would bring amazing pleasure to my clit and my pussy.

Already I was getting close. When she lifted her lips from mine for a moment, a strand of saliva briefly bridging the space between our mouths, I whispered, “Mommy, Mommy…”

Around us, more sighs and groans of libidinous arousal. It was very hot being in the center of that circle of feminine flesh. I was sweating, both from excitement and from the heat of all those bodies surrounding me.

Another wet kiss from my mom, her sex pressing down on mine a little harder, moving a little bit faster. I actually thought I could feel her clit rubbing over my clit. Maybe I only imagined it, or maybe I really could. It doesn’t matter, just the idea of it was enough to almost put me over the top.

I broke the kiss. “Mommy, I…”

“Are you ready, honey? Are you gonna come now for Mommy?”

“Uh-huh, I… I’m so close…”

My eyes were shut tight as I concentrated on the feelings, the sensations, the delirious pleasure of an orgasm swirling up from inside.

“Open your eyes, baby. Look at me.”

Slowly I opened them.

My beautiful mother was very close to me, her face poised just above mine. Around me was a blur of naked bodies, nearly twenty women and girls, all masturbating. An audience watching and enjoying our sexual performance. It suddenly struck me that this was the vision I’d seen before. Somehow I had known in advance that this would happen, and now it was.

“Julie, tell me you want me to fuck you.”

She needed my help. Just a little dirty talk from me to bring her the rest of the way. I was happy to do that for her.

“Mommy, please fuck me. I need you to fuck my little girl cunt. Fuck my pussy, Mommy, and make me come!”

That brought more excited sighs and groans and murmurs of appreciation from those around us. It sounded to me like several of the girls and women were getting very close to a climax themselves.

“You want Mommy to fuck you, little girl?”

“Uh-huh, fuck my little pussy, Mommy, fuck me with your cunt.” At this point, of course, I wasn’t play-acting at all. I badly wanted what I was asking for. “Please, Mommy, fuck me hard, make me come!”

Someone else was coming. I don’t know it was, maybe more than one, but definitely someone in the group surrounding us was having an orgasm.

Now it was time for me and my mom. I felt her body stiffen above me. Her movements became even more intense, more focused. Her eyes were open wide, her lips parted, and I heard that rhythmic pattern of panting and moaning that told me she was ready.

“Mommy, are you gonna come on me?”

“Yes, baby,” she nodded, licking her lips.

“I love you, Mommy.”

“Ohh, Julie…”

My mother sighed and put her mouth over mine, kissing me with such feeling, such passion, such fullness of love and lust that I thought I would burst.

And I did burst. I exploded into orgasm, my pussy pulsating, my body heaving beneath hers. I clapped my thighs around her, knitting my ankles over her bottom, pulling her cunt into mine. She continued kissing me, we kissed as deeply and wetly and for as long as we ever had. She came on me, I came under her, and we celebrated our mutual extended orgasm with a hot wet loving passionate kiss — and shared that celebration with an audience of sexy young girls and their moms and their lovers who were masturbating as they watched us.

* * *

That wasn’t quite the end of the party. One thing was left.

Mommy and I climaxed together, and several of the women and girls around us climaxed at almost the same time. After my mom gave me one more wonderful long kiss and told me how very much she loved me, she got up from the coffee table. I started to sit up too, but a gentle hand on the shoulder stopped me.

Olympia said, “Julie, dear, we would like to give you one more little treat now, one more token of our esteem for you. It would make us very happy if you would accept it. We would all enjoy it, and I believe you would too.”

“What is it?” I asked, puzzled.

Cassia handed her mother a small glass bottle filled with a viscous golden liquid. It looked like it might contain body oil or something.

“We would like to massage you, my dear, all of us. This is how we will complete the celebration tonight, giving you our warmest welcome into the extended family of women who love young girls and young girls who love women.” As she said this, she poured a bit of the oil into her hand. “Will you allow us to do this with you?”

“Um, all of you? At once?”

“That’s right, darling.” Olympia gave the bottle to Logan, who was next to her, and Logan poured some oil into her own palm, then passed the bottle to Diana.

Gazing around at the sea of faces above me, the ocean of naked female bodies surrounding me, I felt a thrill of excitement. All these lovely women and girls, waiting to touch me!

I caught my mom’s eye. She winked at me, blowing me a little kiss. Was this something else she had arranged, knowing I had a fantasy about it? Or was it only coincidence? Either way, it was awesome.

Looking up at Olympia, I grinned, “Yes, thank you, I would like that. It sounds nice.”

“Very well. Why don’t you turn over on your stomach first…”

“Oh, okay.”

Still feeling in a dreamy haze from the marijuana, I turned and laid my nude young body on the blanket atop the coffee table, resting my head on my hands, my eyes closed, my senses attuned to what was about to follow.

Within moments I felt warm hands beginning to touch me, first two, then four, then I don’t know how many — I hadn’t yet added up all who were there that night, but it must have been at least thirty oiled hands eagerly massaging me. Just think of it!

All those hands, caressing me, rubbing me, reaching everywhere, covering every square inch of my exposed skin, stroking my feet, my legs, my thighs, my bottom, sliding inside my crack, finding my pussy, probing, stroking, hands on my back, my neck, my shoulders, my arms, holding my hands in theirs, massaging my fingers, my wrists, my palms, I’m floating now in a nirvana of sensual satisfaction, oiled hands sliding under me, on my breasts, on my nipples, all those hands, so many hands touching me, touching me everywhere, my skin oiled, slick, warm, the hands, the fingers, going everywhere, reaching in, touching, caressing, probing, deeper, so many hands, girls, women, every age, wanting me, touching me, taking me, having me, hands and fingers playing with my nipples, my pussy, going inside me, fucking me now in my bottom too, in my anus, oiled fingers finding that hole as well, penetrating everywhere, hands on my clit, hands in my cunt, hands in my ass, hands all over me, I —

“—OHHH FUCK—” I groaned as a tremendous spasm jolted my body.

I climaxed loudly, violently, gushingly, exquisitely.

In my cannabis high, my eyes still closed, floating in a dream, held, suspended, massaged, taken, possessed by dozens of female hands, I am their plaything now, their toy. They do what they want with me and I willingly surrender, give myself to them, let them take me, have me, I’m open to anything, my mind and my body given over completely. In return I receive an orgasm to end all orgasms. It goes on forever, never ending, wave after shuddering wave coursing through me. I am sex, I am heat, I am liquid, melted, that’s all I am, sex, and it’s all I ever want to be.

Many hands lift me, gently, so gently they all lift me and turn me, turning me onto my back, laying me down again, holding my arms out, my legs out, spreading me open for everyone to see, for all to touch, for all to take and to have. More warm oil, more hands and fingers on me, massaging me, caressing me, stroking my nipples, running up my legs, over my pussy lips, all those fingers going everywhere, touching me. My eyes are closed but my body is open, I am loose, free, exposed, unafraid, these women and girls love me, they love who I am and what I have, they want me and I give myself to them. They take my cunt, my ass, my clit, my breasts, and now in my mouth, a tongue, I am kissed, sucked, more than one, many girls and women in my mouth, licking, sucking, kissing, on my tits too, not only fingers but mouths, lips, and tongues, sucking my nipples, hands and mouths everywhere, in my pussy, in my ass, licking me, bringing me again.

Another volcanic orgasm, made all the more intense by the fact that my body is not mine. I cannot put my hands on my pussy as I usually would do, cannot bring my thighs together because my arms are held out, my legs spread and extended. I am fully open and I am coming, gushing again. I know I am gushing, I feel hot liquids pouring from me, and I feel tongues licking, mouths swallowing. I climax repeatedly, over and over, more gushing, more screaming, I am screaming now with tongues in my ass, fingers in my vagina, mouths sucking my clit, I come, I cry, I shudder, I…
Slowly it goes away. Slowly the pulsing recedes, the tremors resolve, my breath begins to return, loving hands caress me gently one last time and then are withdrawn. I am resting.

I can hear voices, movements. I haven’t opened my eyes yet, not for a long time. But it sounds to me as if people are trying to find their clothes, maybe getting dressed again. The party must be coming to an end.

At last, I take a deep breath, attempt to sit up, my eyelids fluttering.

Someone is there to help me, guiding me, warmly taking me into her arms, holding me. It’s my mom, of course, my wonderful devoted mother. I feel so lucky, so happy. I’m still in a bit of a dizzy fog, whether from the pot or from so many orgasms or both, I don’t know, but I turn to her, I find her face, and I smile. We kiss.
Sitting naked on the coffee table, quietly resting, we received friendly goodbye kisses from all the moms and all their daughters, along with expressions of gratitude and sincere promises to stay in touch. Emma and Brandi made sure to give me their panties, which I’d meant to keep but somehow had left somewhere. That made me glad.

Not everyone left. Logan and Diana lived far away, as we did, so they were spending the night at the inn. Shannon and her daughters didn’t want to make the long drive that night back to their house, and they stayed too. But all the others eventually got into their cars and drove off. Then my mom and I gathered up our clothes and went up the stairs to our room, naked, her arm around my waist, my head on her shoulder.

We fell into bed and slept a while, until I awoke and wanted to thank her, wanted to tell my mother how happy I was and how much I loved her.

I climbed on top of her warm body in the dark, kissing her, waking her. She returned my kisses, we whispered our love, I fondled her breasts and played with her nipples. Mommy slid her hand between my legs as I lay on top of her. We kissed, she masturbated me, I came one more time. We kissed some more and then I eased off to the side, taking her nipple into my mouth, sucking like a baby, curling up next to her, one of her loving arms enclosing me, the other reaching between her own legs where she caressed her pussy until she climaxed as I sucked her tit.

After that we slept, really slept this time, the whole night through.

Continue on to Chapter 68

By Naughty Mommy

I got down on the floor, behind my mother, still rubbing myself. I was between 6-year-old Laura’s legs now, looking at her naked pussy. I badly wanted to make myself come, and I also wanted to come on someone.

As wet as I was, as turned on as I was, after I’d been masturbating all this time and seeing all the hot things I’d seen, I was certain I could come almost immediately if I wanted to. I was that close.

Kneeling, straddling one of Laura’s little thighs, I slid forward until my vulva was pressing against hers. I took her other leg in my arms, holding it up, pulling it tightly to me.

I was going to fuck her. I didn’t know if I could make her come, I actually doubted it, but I was definitely going to come on her. I was going to fuck this little girl with my cunt and climax on top of her.

The idea alone was nearly enough to make me come all by itself. I looked down at my pussy, at my lips, which were shiny with moisture, pressed up against the child’s crotch. I began to move on her, watching as my labia rubbed over hers. As I slid slowly back and forth, I saw my pussy lips opening and then my clit was rubbing directly against the girl’s smooth pussy. It felt so amazing, so soft and wet, so hot and nasty!

“Ooh, fuck, yeah!” That was my mom. She was kneeling over Laura’s pretty face, fucking herself with her fingers. It sounded like she was almost ready to come.

I looked down at my pussy again as I rubbed it back and forth on Laura’s puffy labia, and then I heard another loud moan. It was Katherine, holding Chrissy’s head in her hands, pulling her little girl’s mouth against her cunt. She was watching me, watching what I was doing, watching while I fucked her even younger daughter’s pussy with my pussy.

Katherine’s face was red, her eyes hooded, her lips parted. She was breathing hard, trembling, panting, obviously very close. And I noticed something else too. Chrissy had a hand between her own legs. The 7-year-old was masturbating as she licked her mother’s pussy.

Chrissy was right next to me, near enough that if I wanted to touch her, I could. And I did want to.

Still rubbing myself on Laura, holding her little leg up against me with one hand, I reached my other hand over to feel Chrissy’s small bottom. So smooth and white and soft, so very young. Not a woman’s bottom at all, not even a teenager’s, just a child’s.

I let my hand slide inside her crack, and then further down until I could feel her fingers on her vulva. I pressed in forcefully, pushing her fingers aside, sliding my hand right in between her pussy lips, feeling how hot she was inside, feeling her wetness. The little girl was definitely very wet and juicy. She stroked her clit while I rubbed my fingers between her lips.

Katherine was watching what I was doing. She saw me fucking Laura’s pussy, and now she saw me rubbing Chrissy’s pussy with my hand. I caught her eye. She smiled at me, nodding, licking her lips. It made her very excited to see another girl playing sexual games with her young daughters.

“Oh goddamn!! Now, baby, now!!!”

My mom was climaxing on Laura’s face. I pressed my pussy harder against the child’s labia, moving faster. I was very close.

“Ah! Ah! Ooh!!”

That was Katherine. Her eyes were shut tightly now. She was coming in her daughter’s mouth.

I felt my own orgasm beginning, that swirling, pulsing, throbbing, rising pressure within me. At the last second, just before I erupted, I tried to find Chrissy’s hole with my finger, her little immature vagina. I found it, easing the tip of my finger inside her. I was fucking a 7-year-old girl with my finger!

I climaxed.

Things started happening fast then.

As I regained my senses following my orgasm, I heard a loud squeal. It was coming from the sofa in front of me, where little Shelby was riding her mommy’s mouth with her pussy — it looked like she was coming on her face! I’d wondered if a girl as young as Shelby would be able to have an orgasm that way, but evidently it was possible.

At almost the same time, passionate moaning from the other side of the room told me that Diana was climaxing as her mom, Logan, fucked her, pussy to pussy, the way I’d told them to — and it sounded like Logan might be getting very close to her orgasm as well.

It seemed to be contagious: when one girl or woman reached climax, the carnal excitement quickly spread to those around her. Behind me, I head Emma starting to come as her daughter Brandi licked her. On the sofa next to them, Nicole was climaxing, crying out as she fucked herself with her fingers while she watched her daughters tribbing on the floor in front of her. Across the room, Delia and Cassia were making noises that told me at least one of them was reaching orgasm, and maybe both of them together.

All of this took place within a matter of seconds, far faster than the time it’s taken you to read these paragraphs. It was rapid-fire, one right after the other, a climax of climaxes! It took my breath away, literally took my breath away.

For a moment or two, as the reality of where I was and what we were doing fully hit me, I actually felt light-headed. It was utterly stunning to see all this happening — moms eating their daughters, sisters fucking each other, girls as young as first or second grade having hot lesbian sex — and I was right in the middle of it!

I took a deep breath and the dizziness receded — but then I became possessed with an almost unbearable amount of lust, excitement, and desire. I wanted to fuck every single woman and girl in that room, all eighteen of them, and have them fuck me. I wanted to have my finger inside every hole, my tongue in every vagina. I wanted every cunt spread wide and shoved up against my face, every girl or woman there coming in my mouth, from the 50-year-old down to the 6-year-old.

My mom got some face action with the 6-year-old before I did. Right after she finished bringing herself to orgasm by masturbating on top of the girl, her womanly cunt only inches from Laura’s mouth, she took the child’s head in her hands and pulled her face against her.

I could hear her saying, “Yes, baby, kiss me, lick me, taste me, oh fuck that’s so good, that’s so good, come on, little girl, sweet little girl, lick me now, right there, right there, uh-huh, oh fuck yeah, fuck yeah, ooh, suck my clit, uh-huh, suck my clit, little girl, oh fuck yeah, suck it, suck it, goddammit Laura, goddammit little girl, I’m gonna come on you again!! OH FUCK!!”

My mother was coming very quickly again in Laura’s face, this time in her mouth as the child licked her pussy.

Meanwhile, I still had my hand between 7-year-old Chrissy’s legs, my finger actually up inside her tight little vagina. The whole time that I’d been climaxing, I’d kept wriggling my finger inside her, feeling it slip in a little deeper and a little deeper.

Now I was ready for a taste of that young girl’s pussy.

Chrissy was still gently licking her mom, finishing up the last of her juices after Katherine’s climax. I slid my finger out of the girl and tasted her. She had a very pleasant flavor, soft and slightly sweet. I wanted more of it, a lot more.

My heart was beating fast as I slid off Laura and lay on my back on the floor, positioning my face beneath Chrissy. Grasping her little bottom in my hands, I pulled her pussy down on top of me. Oh, how nice that was — her sweet, hairless, still pre-pubescent pussy right there in front of my face. I used my fingers to part her lips, and then I put my tongue inside her slit, licking her.

I was eating the pussy of a 7-year-old girl!!

This was incredibly exciting to me, almost unbelievably hot, and apparently Katherine, the girl’s mother, was excited by it as I was. Because as soon as I started eating Chrissy, Katherine jumped out of her chair and knelt between my legs, pushing them apart, eagerly licking my pussy.

Oh my god, what an adventure this was — only the night before, I’d had sex for the first time ever with a woman, with my mom, and now here I was the very next night, with my tongue inside the vagina of a young girl while her mother was licking me!

While I was lapping at Chrissy’s little vagina and sucking on her clit, next to us on the floor something else was going on. Nicole seemed just as overcome with lust as me. She was kneeling on top of Leslie, rubbing her own clit very fast, masturbating and talking dirty to her teenage daughter, getting ready to come on her. Right beside them, Mindy was tribbing with Tina, fucking her little sister while they both watched their mom rub her pussy in front of Leslie’s face — a whole family in love with lesbian incest!

And there was more. Over to my left, Cindy and Shelby were down on the floor too. They were in a ‘69’ position, sisters 8 years old and 10 years old, licking each other’s little pussies. Next to them on the sofa, Olympia had descended on their mother, Shannon, and was greedily sucking and fingering the woman’s cunt. I couldn’t see all the other things that were happening — I was too consumed with licking Chrissy — but I’m sure every person in the room was deeply involved with a partner, or at least rubbing their own pussies to climax.

Above me, Chrissy was moaning, panting, almost sobbing as I licked and sucked her clit. She kept sliding her smooth little mound back and forth over my tongue, and it seemed to me that she was getting very close to an orgasm. A 7-year-old girl was going to come in my mouth!!

I was getting pretty close myself, with Katherine aggressively sucking my clit and now sliding a finger up inside me. I paused in eating Chrissy for just a second, replacing my tongue with my hand, so I could look down and take in the sight of her beautiful mother’s face between my legs. And that was when I discovered something else. While Katherine was licking me, her own little daughter, Laura, was on the floor beneath her, licking her mommy’s cunt. But that’s not all, because my own mom had mounted Laura. She was rubbing her pussy against the little girl’s mound, fucking her the way I had a few minutes earlier.

It was just so incredible, so deliciously hot and dirty. Moms and daughters, licking and fucking each other! As I felt the stirring in my belly that told me an orgasm was near, I moaned and put my mouth back on Chrissy’s vulva, tonguing her, sucking her, eating her — and within seconds she was climaxing.

Oh my god, that was unbelievably hot. This little kid, a second grade girl, was coming on my face! I tasted her juices, licking them and swallowing them as she cried out, pressing her hot young pussy into my mouth.

A moment later I was coming, climaxing while Katherine sucked my clit and fucked me with her finger. I lost track of things for a minute or two after that, but I’m pretty sure Katherine had an orgasm as well, in Laura’s mouth, and I’m certain my mom made herself come while she fucked the little girl’s pussy. Maybe Laura came too then, but I don’t really know.

Slowly we disentangled ourselves from each other, a collection of five girls and women from age 6 to age 32 with naked sweaty bodies and wet sloppy mouths… and we began hugging and kissing, a nice group grope, all of us moaning and touching and kissing and licking… while next to us on the floor Nicole was now in a ‘69’ with Leslie, mom and daughter hungrily exploring each other’s pussies… the other sisters, Mindy and Tina were also in a ‘69’, side by side, two young brunettes, 12 and 11, licking each other… not far from them, pretty Diana was on top of little Shelby, masturbating in her face as she talked dirty to her… while behind Diana, her mom, Logan, was lying on the floor with her mouth between Shelby’s legs, eating the girl.

When I’d pulled briefly away from our group hug so I could get to my feet and check out what else was happening, that gave Laura and Chrissy the opportunity to focus on one another, something the young sisters evidently enjoyed. They were sitting on the floor and kissing, pulling each other close, their thighs overlapping, little pussies pressing together. My mom and Katherine were really going at it now too, frantically grabbing each other’s hot bodies, talking dirty and kissing wetly. Soon they were in a ‘69’ with my mother on top. Then I watched, amazed, as Chrissy and Laura quickly followed their example, with Chrissy pulling Laura down on top of her and the girls beginning to lick each other’s tiny pussies.

Turning around again, I found myself next to Brandi. The last time I’d seen her, she was eating her mother’s cunt. Now she was standing beside me, masturbating, as she looked around the room at everything that was going on.

“This is so great, isn’t it?” I asked her as I rubbed my own clit.

“Yeah… god, I really love it…”

Our hosts were approaching us. Olympia was between her daughters, Cassia and Delia, holding their hands. Cassia, in turn, held Shannon by the hand, pulling her along.

“Girls,” said Olympia, “I’d like all of us to have some fun with you.”

They got Emma up from her chair as well, and then the whole group arranged ourselves on the floor, pushing the coffee table away to make enough room. We ended up with Olympia licking Emma, and Emma licking Delia, and Delia licking Shannon, and Shannon licking Cassia, and Cassia licking me, while I was licking Brandi, and Brandi was licking Olympia!

It took a while for everyone to come, maybe fifteen minutes, but we remained that way, lying in a circle, licking and sucking and fingering each other’s pussies until all seven of us had climaxed at least one time. It was so much fun! I had two orgasms with Cassia eating me, and I think I was able to give Brandi two as well, although it was kind of hard to keep track with all that moaning and sucking and climaxing and so much fragrant pussy juice all around me.

After that, we took a little break. Our incestuous lesbian orgy had been going on for more than two hours by that point. Cassia and Delia opened a cabinet and took out a couple of bottles of cognac, handing around snifters to all the women and to any of the girls who wanted to try some. I took a glass but only drank a little. It was so strong!

We ate more of the cookies and brownies, and some of the kids had Cokes — and then something else happened. Two of the women, Logan and Emma, got out these pipes and bags of stuff that I quickly realized was marijuana. They lit the pipes up and started smoking. The pipes were passed around from woman to woman. Some of the girls, including Leslie, Mindy, and Tina, all took puffs. My mom came over to me, putting her hand on my shoulder and kissing my cheek.

“Do you want to try some, honey?”

“What is it?” I asked, even though I knew.

“It’s cannabis, marijuana, pot. You’ll probably like it, although it might make you cough at first. You don’t have to try it if you don’t want to.”

“No, I think I do.”

I liked the smell a lot. I wondered if it would taste as good when I smoked it. One of the pipes was coming closer, so I soon would have the opportunity to find out.

“Um, what happens?” I asked. “Does it make you hallucinate?”

My mother chuckled, “No, not really. But it should relax you and make everything seem sort of dreamy and hazy. It’s nice. I like how it feels. But as I said, you don’t have to do it if you’d rather not.”

Katherine passed the pipe to my mom, along with a lighter. Mommy lit the flame and held it over the bowl of the pipe, taking a long suck. I saw her holding the smoke inside, coughing just a little, then slowly letting it out.

She turned to me, her eyebrows raised, asking if I wanted some.

“Okay,” I nodded. I took the pipe. My mother lit the flame again and held it over the bowl, and I sucked in some of the smoke.

It was really harsh! It made me start coughing immediately and I wasn’t able to hold the smoke in at all, the way I’d heard you were supposed to.

Laughing, my mom gave me a hug. “Here, baby, try it again. The second time is easier than the first.”

This time I sucked the smoke in a little more slowly. I was able to fill my lungs maybe halfway before I started coughing again. We passed the pipe along to Shannon, who shared it with Cindy and Shelby.

I hadn’t had very much to smoke, but within only a minute or two I began to feel the effects. Things got sort of echoey and my fingers and toes were tingling. It felt like I was floating above the floor a little bit, almost hovering but not really, more like I was outside of time and space, looking in at everyone else.

“Come here, sweetie. Lick my pussy.”

It was Nicole’s voice. I turned, dreamily, to find her sitting on a sofa in front of me, her legs spread wide apart. She was holding her pussy lips open with one hand and rubbing the fingers of her other hand inside her pink center.

“Lick my pussy, Julie. I want you to eat me and make me come in your mouth while my daughters watch.”

When she said that, I realized that her daughters were there with her, Leslie on one side, Mindy and Tina on the other, squished in together. They were all naked, of course, and all of them were masturbating as they looked at me.

I would definitely love to eat your pussy, I thought to myself. Yours and your daughters’ along with everyone else’s in the room, or any other woman or girl in the world, in fact. Bring them all here to me, line them up, pussy after pussy after pussy, for me to lick.

That idea made me start giggling as I got down on my knees in front of Nicole. I envisioned a long line of wet pussies, stretching out to infinity, all being held open for me, waiting for me to make them come. I rubbed my own clit as I leaned in close to the brunette’s crotch. Her smell was powerful, seductive, alluring. She was so wet inside, so juicy. Nicole was pulling back her lips, showing me her erect clit.

“Suck my clit, sweet Julie. Make me come.”

Before I did that, I looked up at Tina and Mindy, and then at Leslie. My head was swimming. I couldn’t stop giggling. A voice said something, a voice that sounded distant, separated far from me. I could tell that it was my own voice, I recognized it, but it seemed like someone else was speaking.

“Want to watch me lick your mommy?” the voice said.

“Uh-huh,” the three girls nodded.

“Will you m-masturbate while you watch me?” I hardly ever stuttered. Whose voice was that? Apparently it was mine, but I didn’t know why that girl was saying what she was saying. Nicole’s daughters already were masturbating, so it was kind of a silly thing for me to ask. I shook my head, trying to clear it. That didn’t help. I looked back down at the woman’s pussy in front of me.

“She has a nice cunt,” my voice said. “Your mom has a very nice cunt. I’m going to put my finger inside her now.”

A hand reached out from me. It seemed like the hand was moving on its own, without my control. But I liked what it was doing. The middle finger of the hand dipped inside the open vagina, reaching in, pressing in deep, fucking the woman. Then my mouth went to her clit.

I fucked Nicole with my finger and licked and sucked her clit, all the while feeling like I was floating above, watching myself as all this happened. And something else was happening too.

Someone had a finger inside my pussy, a finger up inside my cunt, along with other fingers on my clit. Was it me? Was I rubbing and fucking myself? I didn’t think so. I was busy with Nicole. I had no clue who was behind me then and I never found out. But someone fucked me and rubbed me and brought me to orgasm pretty quickly, and not long after that Nicole was coming in my mouth. She closed her strong thighs around my head, squeezing them together, pulling me in. My face was full of her sex. She climaxed repeatedly, spasm after spasm, her juices flowing out of her and into my mouth, dripping down my chin.

We finished and then I got up on the sofa, trading places with Nicole. I’m not sure how that was arranged or if it just happened. But soon her face was between my legs, licking me, while her daughters kissed me and sucked on my nipples.

In my pot-induced haze, I was able to detect a few other things going on at the same time. Logan was on the floor on top of Diana, in a ‘69’ position. It seemed she couldn’t get enough of her daughter, and I didn’t blame her. Diana was totally hot. I also saw my mom licking Cindy, and Olympia licking Shelby. Half a dozen other women and girls were arranged around the room in a variety of sexual positions, lovely naked feminine bodies on display everywhere.

I closed my eyes and went on a flight through time and space. It was so weird, it was like I was still present, completely aware of all that was happening, and yet very distant, apart from everything. I could feel Nicole’s tongue on my clit, her finger moving inside me. I could feel the lips and mouths of Tina and Mindy and Leslie sucking my nipples and kissing my face. I could feel it all, I knew it was real, but another part of me was on a voyage through eternity, soaring higher and higher. Okay, I guess I was getting pretty high!

After I enjoyed a wonderful climax in Nicole’s mouth, someone decided to organize a ‘pre-teen daisy chain’, as they called it. All the girls who weren’t yet teenagers, including me, were arranged in a big circle in the center of the floor. Soon I was licking Tina and Tina was licking Shelby and Shelby was licking Mindy and Mindy was licking Chrissy and Chrissy was licking Cindy and Cindy was licking Brandi and Brandi was licking Laura and Laura was licking me!

I don’t know who among us had an orgasm then or how many we had or who didn’t have one. I’m pretty sure I came in Laura’s mouth, I’m certain of it, in fact, although to be honest I can’t remember it too clearly. Everything became a swirl of images and sounds and smells and tastes, of hot pussies and wet tongues and probing fingers.

A lot more happened then, but by this time I was too far gone to really keep track. I do recall that at one point I was in a ‘69’ with Emma, on a sofa I think it was, with her on top of me. Another time, I was on the floor, on my back, with Diana on my face. I was licking her beautiful pussy, while at the same time she was licking my mother’s pussy, and in turn Cindy was licking my pussy.

Then later, or maybe earlier, Delia was sitting on my face while Cassia sucked my nipples and Olympia licked me. After Delia came, Cassia moved up on top of me, lowering her pussy to my mouth while Olympia sucked on my nipples and Delia got down between my legs to eat me. And when that was done, after Cassia had climaxed, it was Olympia’s turn.

I remember that part very clearly. This imposing olive-skinned woman, tall, long-limbed, with heavy thighs and a thick waist, large breasts, big dark nipples, vigorously rubbing her hairy pussy as she positioned herself over me. I was in awe, both frightened by her and mysteriously drawn to her. Slowly she sank down, pulling her lips apart with her fingers. On either side of me, her daughters, Delia and Cassia, were masturbating as they watched their mother having sex with a 12-year-old girl.

Olympia soon climaxed on me. I licked and sucked her clit and put my fingers inside her pussy and she had a strong orgasm, holding my head in her hands, grinding her cunt into my mouth. It seemed like she came numerous times. She kept pulling me against her, rubbing her clit over my lips and tongue, growling at me, her big body shaking with every spasm, the hot fragrant folds of her pussy lips surrounding my face.

Maybe I passed out then, I don’t know. But there is sort of a blank space in my memory. It could be that my cannabis-high made me imagine things. Probably that’s what it was. It seemed to me, though, that just before everything went black, somehow I entered into Olympia’s cunt, my whole body sliding inside her, with darkness, heat, and wetness completely enveloping me. I was in her.

Continue on to Chapter 67

By Naughty Mommy

I turned and faced the group, masturbating unashamedly. As I licked my lips, I slowly scanned the room.

Behind me, Cindy was eating her mother’s pussy and little Shelby was sitting on Shannon’s face. To my right, Laura and Chrissy and my mom were nearly done taking off Katherine’s clothes. They had just removed her bra, setting it aside, and were pulling down her beige panties.

Emma and Brandi were seated in a chair next to Katherine and her girls, watching as the woman became naked. Emma had her hand inside Brandi’s panties now, fondling her daughter’s pussy.

My gaze went to Nicole and her family, her three pretty girls, on the other sofa. Nicole’s dress was up high, her toned legs spread apart. She had her black thong pulled aside and she was rubbing her clit. On the floor in front of her, Leslie had her blouse all the way open. She was kneading her bare breasts, pulling and pinching her erect brown nipples. On either side of Nicole, her young daughters Mindy and Tina both had their jeans unzipped, their hands down inside, rubbing their pussies.

Diana was sitting on her mother’s lap, her legs wide apart, her tiny skirt at her waist. Logan was stroking her daughter’s mound over the outside of her white panties, pressing in deeply. Diana’s face was flushed, shiny with sweat, her eyes hooded.

Just beyond them, I found Delia, Cassia, and Olympia. They were standing close together in a line, all facing the same way, with Olympia in the rear and Cassia in the middle. They were watching Logan and Diana, but that’s not all they were doing. Cassia had one hand reaching up under Delia’s short skirt, rubbing her pussy. Her other hand was grabbing her sister’s breasts through her blouse. Behind Cassia, Olympia was doing the same thing, groping Cassia’s breasts through her blouse with one hand, her other hand under her daughter’s miniskirt, caressing her pussy.

“Logan,” I said, “I want you to do something, okay?”

“Sure, honey, what is it?” she smiled, as she continued stroking her daughter’s crotch.

“I want you to get naked. No, actually, I want to take off your clothes, and Diana can help me. But then after that — well, let’s do that first.”

So, Diana got up from her mother’s lap, and she and I pulled off the woman’s boots and socks, then unzipped and removed her tight jeans. We took off her blouse, her white bra, her thong, and she was naked. Logan had a nice body, middle-aged, but still very nice. Her boobs sagged a little and she had some cellulite on her thighs. You could tell, however, that she tried hard to stay in shape. Her tummy was almost flat and her waist was trim. She had an all-over tan, smooth and golden brown. Her pussy was shaved completely bald. Between her lips, droplets of moisture caught the light. Logan was hot.

Diana, of course, was even hotter. I asked her mother to take off her clothes while I watched. The little blue tank top was removed first, then the pink miniskirt. She’d already kicked off her shoes, so now Diana was wearing only a skimpy bra and panties, pure white and very feminine. Her mom reached behind her back to undo the bra, and I got to see the girl’s lovely breasts for the first time. They were not that big, probably a B-cup, and her nipples were pink and puffy, just like mine. The panties came off next. Diana’s pussy was bald, the same as her mother’s. Her skin, however, was not as tan. It was much lighter with only a few freckles and very smooth. She was gorgeous.

“Now, Diana,” I instructed, “you lie down on the floor. And Logan, you get on top of her. I want to see you fuck your daughter’s cunt with your cunt. I want you to fuck her pussy hard and make her come. Okay?”

I was rubbing my own cunt as I told them what to to. My words alone were incredibly exciting, but to know I was then going to be able to see a sexy mom and her hot daughter doing those things for me, doing anything I asked, was almost unbelievable.

Logan smiled at me, placing a hand on her breast and squeezing her nipple as she watched the teenager get down on the floor and spread her beautiful legs. The woman licked her lips, then positioned herself on top of Diana. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed for a minute before Logan started moving, slowly pressing her mound into her daughter’s.

I rubbed my pussy very hard as I watched them, actually coming close to a climax — but then deliberately slowing down, pacing myself.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out, I turned my attention to Leslie, who was kneeling on the floor beside me, her jeans open, a hand inside. She was masturbating as she watched Logan fucking her daughter. On the sofa behind Leslie, her sisters were rubbing themselves too, as was their mother, Nicole. This was a family that enjoyed self-pleasuring, I thought to myself.

“Leslie? You see what they’re doing?”

She looked up at me, nodding.

“That’s what I want you to do with your sister, um, with Mindy, okay? First with Mindy, and then after that with Tina. I want to see you fuck both of them. You have to rub your pussy on their’s and make them both come, all right?”

“All right,” she grinned.

“Have you done that before?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, giving me a wink.

“Good. I want them both to come, nice big loud orgasms while you’re fucking them. Of course if you can come too, at the same time, that would be even better. Stand up now and take off your clothes.”

“Okay.”

I turned to her mom. “Nicole, I want you to take off Mindy’s and Tina’s clothes. Get them both naked so your other daughter can fuck them.”

“Mm, I’d love to,” she smiled up at me. She’d been fucking her cunt with her finger while rubbing her clit with the other hand. Now she removed the finger and sucked it into her mouth, tasting herself. Then she turned to Mindy, seated on her left.

“Get up, hon, so I can take your clothes off.”

The 12-year-old girl stood. Her mother pulled her sweater off over her head.

Mindy was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were definitely bigger than mine, a lot bigger. Impulsively I put my hands over them, feeling them. “Nice,” I said. “Um, later I’d really like to suck your nipples. But right now I want your sister to fuck you, okay?”

“Okay,” she nodded, happy to do whatever I asked. What a great party this was!

Nicole took off the rest of Mindy’s clothes and then the girl got down on the floor while her mom turned to Tina and began to remove her clothes. When that was done, Nicole stood and quickly unzipped her own dress, stepping out of it, then whipped off her bra and her thong, leaving herself naked. She sat back down on the sofa, spreading her legs and starting to masturbate as she watched Leslie arrange herself on top of Mindy. That was exactly what I had wanted Nicole to do, and I was glad to see that we were thinking the same way. Tina sat next to her mom and rubbed her own pussy as they watched Leslie and Mindy.

I went on to Emma and Brandi. They were in an armchair, kissing wetly, using a lot of tongue, the young redhead straddling her mother now, her short dress hiked almost to her waist.

Without saying anything, I put my hand between Brandi’s legs from the rear, reaching under and rubbing her pussy through her black panties. Her center was hot and moist. I heard the girl moan as I pressed my fingers in, feeling the slick wetness seeping through her undies. I thought she would look up at me then, maybe ask what was happening, but she didn’t. Maybe she was accustomed to being touched by almost anyone at any time at a party like this.

“Brandi,” I said softly.

Finally she stopped kissing her mom and turned to me. Her cheeks were red, her lips wet. She was breathing hard, clearly very aroused. Following another impulse, I leaned in and kissed her. Her full lips were soft and warm. We kissed for several seconds before I pulled away.

I took her hand, helping her to get up. Then I put my arms around her and kissed her again, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. She was a wonderful kisser, almost as good as my sister Kate.

“Mmm, nice, so nice…” I gasped, trying to catch my breath after a minute or so of intense kissing. “And, um, tonight, I… I have to lick your pussy… but not right now… first, um, I want you to show me your mom’s vagina. Take off her panties and show me her vagina.”

“Wow,” Brandi grinned, “you’re like, just, so hot!”

She gave me one more quick kiss, then knelt between her mother’s legs, quickly reaching under the flared skirt to grasp her panties and start tugging them down.

Emma’s panties were black, like her daughter’s. When they were off, I asked Brandi to hand them to me. I looked at the crotch. There was a gooey wet spot in the middle. I sniffed the spot. It smelled delicious. Gazing into Emma’s beautiful blue-green eyes, I licked the undies, tasting her pussy juice.

They were both watching me, admiration in their looks. Evidently I had succeeded in convincing them I was a worthy addition to their kinky group.

I had one more dirty idea. “Brandi, take off your panties and give them to me.”

Her eyes went wide. But she shrugged and got to her feet, hiking up her short dress and slipping her black panties down her legs. God, I loved her legs. So long and white and perfectly shaped. Brandi really turned me on.

She handed me her undies. I repeated the ritual of studying the crotch, sniffing it, and then licking the wet spot, tasting her.

“Wow…” Brandi sighed.

“I’m taking these home with me,” I told them, holding up the two pairs of panties, one in each hand. “These are my souvenirs. I’m going to show them to my little sisters and tell them they’re from a hot mother and daughter that I fucked while I was on my trip.”

I couldn’t believe I was talking that way! When this bold assertive Julie would come out and take over for shy, retiring Julie, sometimes I could really surprise myself.

Emma grinned at me. Brandi just shook her head.

“Now,” I went on, “Brandi, you were supposed to show me your mom’s vagina, right?”

“Oh, um, yeah, I was.” She knelt again between her mother’s legs, pushing them wide apart. Emma helped by sliding forward in the chair a little while holding her skirt up around her waist.

Acting as if this was something she did all the time — and perhaps it was — Brandi inserted her fingers between Emma’s pussy lips and spread them open for me. She looked back over her shoulder. “See?”

“Awesome, really hot,” I said, and I meant it.

Emma had a super sexy pussy. I felt my mouth watering as I stared into her wet pink center. I realized then that I’d started masturbating again, one hand on my breasts, the other rubbing my clit.

“I, um —” I had to clear my throat. “I really want to lick you later, Emma, god you look so good. But right now, Brandi, you lick her, okay? Eat your mom’s cunt for me and make her come in your mouth.”

“Okay,” she nodded happily. After blowing me a little kiss, she leaned in and began to lick her mother’s vagina. Emma groaned and closed her eyes, holding her daughter’s head in her hands, pulling her face into her crotch.

Next to them was Katherine. She and my mom were both nude. They were perched on the arms of a stuffed chair, Katherine holding Laura on her lap, Mommy holding Chrissy on hers. As I’d requested, the two little girls were still wearing their clothes.

I wondered for a moment what it must be like for them, a 6-year-old and a 7-year-old surrounded by a large group of women and girls getting naked and starting to have sex. For what it’s worth, they appeared completely happy, beaming as they took in everything that was going on.

I turned and looked slowly around, seeing what they saw… Brandi licking her mother, Emma… Leslie fucking her sister while her younger sister and their mother sat on the sofa, watching them and masturbating… on the other sofa, Cindy licking her mom’s pussy and finger-fucking her too, while little Shelby was eagerly riding her mother’s face, sliding her hairless pussy back and forth over the woman’s lips and tongue… then there was Logan fucking her daughter as Delia, Cassia, and Olympia watched and groped each other…

“Cassia!” I called across the room. She looked over at me.

“You and your sister, take off all your clothes now and get down on the floor and start licking each other. You know, like, um, in a 69 position.” (I’d learned that expression from watching lesbian porn with my mom and my sister.)

Cassia and Delia both smiled and nodded, then began to undress.

“And Olympia? Um, you sit in a chair, please, and masturbate while you watch your daughters, okay? You can take off your panties if you want but leave your dress on for now. I like it.”

The older woman grinned at me. “I’m not wearing any underwear, dear. But thank you for the compliment on my dress.”

“Oh, um, okay,” I giggled. “You’re welcome, and, like, just go ahead I guess and masturbate.”

I mentioned that Katherine and my mother were holding Laura and Chrissy on their laps, except they were not only holding them — they were also rubbing their fingers up and down between the girls’ legs, caressing their little vulvas. In Chrissy’s case, it was over the top of her shorts and her tights. My mom had Laura’s dress pulled up and she was rubbing the child’s pussy through her thin white panties. It looked to me like she was pressing in pretty hard. The tiny brunette would sometimes gasp or her body would give a start when my mother’s fingers found just the right spot.

“Katherine, you can take off Chrissy’s clothes now,” I instructed.

“All right.”

She began by lifting her daughter’s tank top and pulling it off over her head while the girl was still on her lap. Chrissy’s chest was completely flat. Not a hint of breast development, her nipples just pale pink dots. After Katherine unsnapped and unzipped the purple short shorts, the girl slid off her lap. Her mommy knelt beside Chrissy to remove her shorts and her shoes and then pealed the black tights down her legs and off. All that was left was a pair of dark blue cotton panties, which Katherine quickly removed.

I was masturbating as I looked at the two of them together: a beautiful woman, 28 years old, a dance instructor with a toned, fit body, and her young daughter, only 7, both of them naked, gazing up at me expectantly, waiting for me to tell them what to do.

“Chrissy?” I crouched down, taking her hand. “Do you know how to lick your mommy’s pussy? How to give her an orgasm?”

“Uh-huh,” she affirmed with an eager nod.

Wow, these people were so amazing! Where had this group been all my life? Of course, I was still only 12 and hadn’t had a very long life yet so I didn’t really have anything to complain about. I really felt lucky — and these kids, starting out so much younger than me, were even luckier!

“Okay, so, Katherine, you sit down now,” I said.

My mother stood up, holding Laura in her arms, making room for Katherine to sit in the chair and spread her legs. Chrissy got on her knees in front of her mom.

Already starting to breathe hard, Katherine used her fingers to spread her pussy lips apart, looking down at her little girl’s face, licking her lips as she watched the child extend her tongue and begin licking her.

“Know what I want you to do, Mommy?” I asked.

“What, darling?”

“Um, I’m going to take off Laura’s clothes, and then I’m going to kiss her and touch her, and I want you to masturbate while you’re watching us.”

“Gladly, my love.” After setting the little brunette down next to me, my mom immediately began rubbing her own pussy.

At only 6 years old, Laura was not even four feet tall. I leaned over and took her face in my hands, looking into those huge brown eyes. I saw nothing there but acceptance and eagerness. She had been cherished all her life, protected and nurtured by her adoring mother, taught the ways of love between women and girls. The child had no fear of the females that her mommy shared her with because all she had ever known from them was joy and excitement and pleasure. I hoped that would always be true for her.

“Laura, honey, do you know how to kiss, using your tongue?”

“Yeah, I do!” she nodded, smiling brightly.

I was still holding her face in my hands. What an incredible moment this is, I thought to myself. I’m about to french-kiss a 6-year-old girl, and then I’m going to take off all her clothes and I can touch her and lick her and do anything I want with her!

“You’re a very, very pretty little girl,” I whispered.

“Thank you.”

“I’m going to kiss you now, okay?”

“Okay.”

I leaned in, bringing my mouth to hers. I kissed her once, very softly. When I kissed her a second time, her lips parted and I felt her tongue teasing my lips. I opened my mouth, meeting her tongue with mine. Soon we were kissing wetly, deeply, so erotically. A little girl, even younger than my baby sister, was kissing me that way!

When I finally pulled away, I was trembling with arousal. “God, Laura, you are, you are just… you get me so excited!”

She giggled. A cute little girl, almost unaware of the effect she could have on other women and girls. Almost.

“Um, so, I’m going to take off your dress now. Is that all right?”

“Yes.”

The short dress was so adorable, so innocent and girly, that I was tempted to leave it on her. But I was also very eager to see her naked body and I wanted everyone else to see it too. The dress had three buttons in the back. I opened those and it slipped right off over her head. She wore nothing underneath except those panties I had seen, the white panties my mother had been rubbing.

Laura’s undies were thin and tight-fitting. They clung to her shape, revealing every contour of her puffy little-girl labia. I put my hand between her legs, touching her where my mom had touched her.

“Is it okay if I touch you this way?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded.

I slid my hand up and down, feeling her shape, her warmth, the sponginess of her lips, the alluring cleft in the center. I heard my mother gasping above us as she watched me fondle this young girl. I could smell my mom’s pussy again. I looked up. She was standing close to us, just behind me and to my right, fucking herself, two fingers pumping in and out of her juicy cunt.

As I looked up, Laura looked at her too. The child’s big brown eyes seemed to grow even larger and rounder than they already were, if that’s possible.

“Do you like to look at my mommy, honey?”

Laura nodded.

“She has a very nice pussy, doesn’t she?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay, baby, I want you to lie down on the floor now, and I’m going to take off your undies, all right?”

“Okay.”

When she was on the floor, on her back, I leaned down and kissed her pussy, kissed it through her white panties. I looked up at Laura’s face. She wasn’t watching me. Her eyes were fastened on my mom, staring at her as she vigorously masturbated.

I kissed Laura’s pussy one more time, through her undies, and then I licked her. The thin material quickly became almost transparent as I licked her labia, pressing my tongue against her.

“Oh, fuck!”

That was my mother. She was getting very close, almost ready to come.

“Mom? Don’t finish yet, okay? Hold on a minute longer.”

“What, honey…? Oh, uh… okay.” She slowed her motions just a bit, putting off her orgasm until I told her it was time.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of Laura’s panties and pulled them down, revealing her naked slit, her bare, white, perfectly smooth little pussy.

“Oh god,” Mommy sighed.

“I know,” I agreed. “She’s so beautiful.”

Leaning down, bringing my face to the child’s crotch, I kissed her pussy lips. I could hear my mother moaning behind me. I used my fingers to gently open Laura’s pussy, spreading her puffy lips apart, and then I kissed her again, giving her a kiss inside her little pussy.

“Oh, god, please, honey, please, I have to come!!” My mom was begging me.

“Okay.” I leaned back, looking up at her. “But not while you’re standing up. I want you to get down on the floor instead and put your pussy right in front of Laura’s face. Get on top of her. Masturbate on her face, Mommy. I want to see you come right on this little girl’s face.”

I got up and helped my mom position herself over Laura’s face, kneeling with her thighs on either side of the girl’s head. I placed Laura’s hands on my mother’s bottom, telling her to rub her and squeeze her. But the child wasn’t paying much attention to my instructions. She was staring intently at my mom’s pussy, at her swollen pink labia, shiny with her juices.

Getting down on my knees, I put my face right next to Laura’s, looking up with her at my mother’s cunt. “Do you want to watch her come, baby?” I whispered.

“Yep,” she nodded.

I gently kissed the girl’s lips. Then I turned my head and kissed Mommy’s pussy, rubbing my lips around between her lips, coating my mouth with her fluids. I turned back and gave Laura a very wet kiss.

“After my mom is done,” I told her, “after she finishes having an orgasm, then you can kiss her there too, okay? You can kiss her and lick her and taste her as much as you want. All right?”

The little girl smiled at me, nodding again. It looked like she was having a very good time.

I sat up and gave my mother a nice kiss, sharing the taste on my lips with her, the taste of her pussy juice. “I love you, Mommy,” I said.

“I love you too, sexy Julie.”

“Okay, go ahead now. You can make yourself come. Rub your pretty clit and fuck your cunt and have a nice wet climax on Laura’s face.”

“Oh, god, yes,” my mother sighed as she began to masturbate again.

I got to my feet and looked around the room. I shook my head in astonishment, marveling at what was happening, all the delicious, forbidden, underage lesbian sex and incest that was going on right in front of me.

My mom was sitting on top of a little girl, a 6-year-old girl, and she was fucking herself, getting ready to come in the little girl’s face. That little girl’s sister, who was only 7, was licking her own mother’s pussy. Brandi was licking her mom and finger-fucking her too. Leslie was tribbing with Mindy — no, wait, apparently she’d finished with Mindy, she must have already made her come while I wasn’t watching (darn it!), because now she was fucking her other sister, Tina, instead. Mindy was on the sofa with her mom and both were masturbating as they watched Leslie and Tina. Logan was on the floor with Diana, the teenager’s legs wrapped around her mother’s bottom, pulling their pussies together as they kissed and fucked. Cassia and Delia were locked in a hot 69, mouths working busily on each other’s hairy cunts while their mother, Olympia, watched them and masturbated.

On the other sofa, where I’d begun giving my directions for this orgy, Shelby was moving very fast on her mom’s face, rocking her nude little body up and down. I wasn’t sure an 8-year-old girl could have an orgasm, but it sure looked as though that was about to happen. Cindy was licking Shannon and also fucking her with her finger, and I noticed that Cindy’s other hand was between her own legs. The 10-year-old blonde was masturbating while she ate her mother’s cunt.

I was masturbating too.

My pussy was very wet, so very wet and so very hot. I knew I could quickly make myself come — and I decided I wanted to come on someone. But who?

I scanned the room, and then I had an idea.

Continue on to Chapter 66

By Naughty Mommy

After the party had been going on for more than an hour and everyone had finished eating their dinner, Cassia and Delia and a couple of the moms who were there cleared off the dining room table, taking all the dishes back to the kitchen. Then they brought out trays filled with yummy-looking homemade cookies and brownies, along with fresh pots of coffee and some soft drinks for the kids.

While we were enjoying the treats, a few of the women started rearranging the living room, moving chairs around and turning one of the sofas to make a big open space in the middle surrounded by seating. A long empty coffee table was placed in the center of the newly created circle.

When everything was set, people began taking their seats. I noticed that the daughters were now sitting together with their mothers, so I went to stand by my mom, who was near the entrance to the room, talking with Olympia. Mommy put her arm around my shoulder, hugging me as we listened to what the older woman was saying.

It seemed to be something about how she and someone else, a woman with a name I didn’t catch, had founded the Sapphic Retreat quite a few years before. She spoke about how it had started out as a private club and how it had gradually expanded and that lots of people were now a part of it. I couldn’t understand everything, but I heard the word ‘co-op’ and I gathered that it meant the business was sort of a cooperative effort, with many different women involved in various ways.

Anyhow, once everyone was seated, Olympia turned to the group, getting their attention. She stood erect, smiling proudly. As they quieted, she began to speak.

“Ladies, girls, friends, lovers…” there were a few giggles in the room “…I’m so pleased to have you all here tonight, and to be able to join with you in welcoming our newest companions, Suzanne and Julie.”

Olympia began applauding and everyone joined her. I was startled, not sure what to do or think. My mother and I were standing back a bit, behind Olympia, but she turned to us and gestured us forward.

Holding my hand, my mother walked slowly to the center of the room as everyone clapped. She gave a slight bow, so I did too. My mom was smiling broadly and I tried to do that as well, although I think I still looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

When the applause ended, Olympia said, “Here we are all mothers who love their daughters, and daughters who love their mothers, and sisters who love their sisters. We are family and we are lovers and we are not ashamed to be both. We rejoice in the close bonds that we share, in that deep intimacy that can only occur between a woman and another woman, or a woman and a girl, or between two young girls together. We know that this bond of connection becomes even deeper and more intimate when that woman and that girl are mother and daughter or when those girls are sisters.”

She smiled at Cassia and Delia when she said that part. They were seated in armchairs next to each other and as they returned their mother’s smile, they took each other’s hands.

“And so, tonight we gather to celebrate the joyous sexual union of another wonderful mother-daughter pair, a beautiful woman and her equally charming and beautiful daughter. We are so pleased that they have chosen to share their happiness with us and to share themselves with us.”

She stopped for a moment and the room was quiet. Mommy and I were just standing there in the middle, holding hands. I didn’t know what to do. My stomach felt all jumpy. I was mostly looking down, but when I glanced up, I did see a lot of warm smiles.

Finally Olympia continued speaking. “Suzanne and Julie, we welcome you. We honor you. We congratulate you.” She paused again, then added, “And now, will you please show yourselves to us?”

My mom turned to me, whispering, “Take off your dress, honey.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, giving me a wink.

My heart was pounding. I don’t know why I was getting so anxious and worked up about all this. It was basically what I wanted and what I expected. But being in the center of a big group like that, on display, had me trembling.

Luckily, I was still able to use my brain. As I slowly began to unbutton my dress, my nervous fingers fumbling, I thought back to other times when I’d felt shy and scared that way, like in the limousine with Linda on my birthday six months earlier, and how I’d overcome my shyness by telling myself that I was someone special, someone strong and powerful, with a body that really got people excited. Recalling that experience and the attitude of strength I’d adopted then made me feel more confident and secure in what I was doing now.

I could have simply opened the top few buttons of my red dress and pulled it off over my head, but as I looked up and discovered a sea of feminine faces following my every move, I decided to make a show of it. Yes, that’s what I would do. If they wanted a show, I could put on a show. I’d done it before, stripping for my mom, twice in fact, and she seemed to love my style.

Taking a deep breath, I held my head up high and smiled at the group. I began to turn gradually around as I continued unbuttoning the dress, letting everyone catch glimpses of my young body when the fabric parted over my breasts, then my belly, then my crotch.

My mother was also putting on a show for them, I realized. Her little black dress had a zipper on the side, under one arm. After she’d pulled that down, she began to slowly draw the hem of the dress up over her bare legs, temptingly, tantalizingly, until she reached the top of her thighs. Like me, she turned in a little circle, displaying herself to everyone.

By then, my own dress was unbuttoned all the way down. I glanced at my mom, catching her eye. In the same instant she suddenly lifted the black dress over her head and I whipped my dress open, letting it slide from my arms and fall to the floor. My mom flung her dress away, both of us laughing as the room burst into wild applause, our audience clapping and cheering, some even whistling for us.

We held our arms up over our heads, turning again to show ourselves, in all our nakedness, to our friends. When we were done, we fell into each other’s arms, hugging and kissing to even more cheers and applause.

Olympia came to us, still clapping, smiling and thanking us, giving us each a kiss on the cheek.

After the room settled down, the older woman faced me and announced, “Now, Julie, as our guest, we invite you to choose how we will begin. You may select anyone in the room and ask them to do anything you would like to see them do with anyone else in the room.”

I stared at her, less aware of my nudity at that point than of my astonishment at what she was saying. “I can — um — anyone…?” I stammered.

“Yes, dearest, anyone and anything. It’s your choice. Please be our guest.”

“Anyone…?” I repeated stupidly.

My mother put her hand on my shoulder, giving me a squeeze, murmuring, “It’s okay, baby, let’s just relax and have some fun.”

Then she swept her arm around the room, saying more loudly, “Look at all these pretty girls and women. Would you like to see a few of them kiss each other? Or do something else?”

Everyone was waiting expectantly for me. A grin crept over my face, an evil grin. I was in a roomful of hot young girls with their sisters and their moms, and I could decide what they would do with each other. Anything! With anyone!!

My mind reeled at the possibilities.

Wearing nothing but my shoes, I turned a slow circle, assessing all my options. I saw Shannon seated on a sofa between Cindy and Shelby, her daughters nestled close to her. I saw Katherine in a loveseat with Chrissy and Laura, the little girls perched on her knees. Emma was in an armchair with Brandi in her lap, Emma gently stroking her daughter’s beautiful bare legs. On the other sofa, Nicole was in the center, her arms enclosing her younger daughters, Tina and Mindy, with Leslie sitting on the floor between her mother’s legs, looking up at me. Leslie had a hand inside her blouse, apparently fondling her braless breast. Logan was seated in another stuffed chair, with Diana on the arm, her tiny skirt hiked up enough that I could see her white panties. Then there were Cassia and Delia. The women were sitting down and both had their legs wide apart, showing me that they wore no underwear, dark bushes clearly visible. I licked my lips as I stared at them.

Then I turned to Olympia. “Um, okay, I think I’m ready.”

“Very well,” she replied.

“Except, like, could I make it more than one thing? I mean, is that okay?”

“Certainly it is, sweetheart. You can ask anyone to do anything you want, as many times as you want. Please feel free. Make all of us your playthings.”

“Thank you. This is just so… so amazing.” My hand went involuntarily to my breast and I played with my nipple as I looked once more around the room. I saw quite a few smiles of approval from girls and women who enjoyed the way I was touching myself.

“I want to start with, um, with Cindy, and… and your family, okay?”

Cindy nodded eagerly. She seemed pleased to have been chosen.

“So, Cindy, could you take off Shelby’s clothes, please?”

Like I said, I really wanted to see that little girl naked. I heard several murmurs of appreciation. Apparently I wasn’t the only one with that desire.

Cindy smiled and went quickly to work. First she removed the child’s white tennis shoes and bobby socks and set them aside. Then she unfastened the straps on her denim overalls and had the girl stand up. As she lowered the overalls and Shelby’s little crotch came into view, covered only by the thin white leotard, there were more murmurs and sighs of appreciation. The stretchy material concealed nothing. The girl’s shape was clearly revealed to us, every contour of her slim little 8-year-old’s body, including the points of her tiny nipples and the puffiness of her labia, that tempting slit so beautifully outlined.

I had both hands on my breasts now, squeezing and pinching my turgid nipples.

Without even being asked or instructed by me, Cindy took Shelby’s pretty face in her hands and gave her sister a kiss. I moaned and put a hand between my legs, touching my pussy lips. I was already very wet. I started rubbing myself, masturbating as I watched the two young girls kiss each other. I didn’t care at all now about being naked in front of the group, about feeling nervous or scared. I wasn’t either of those things, not any more. I was excited and aroused, eager to see more.

Cindy pulled the white leotard down Shelby’s arms and then all the way off. The little blonde girl was naked. And she was perfect.

The sisters looked at me, happy to do whatever I asked next of them.

“Shannon?” I croaked.

My voice was hoarse, thick with lust. I could feel beads of sweat on my forehead and my upper lip. I didn’t care. As I continued masturbating, I cleared my throat and said, “Would you please take off Cindy’s dress?”

The woman grinned. “Yes, I’d like to.”

The little yellow dress was sleeveless, with a square neckline. It came to just above the girl’s pretty knees. Cindy kicked off her flat shoes, pushing them to the side, and then Shannon, still seated, began opening the buttons on the back of the dress. When she was done, she lowered the dress to the floor, helping her daughter step out of it.

Underneath, Cindy was wearing a white cotton bralette and white panties, both trimmed with lace. She looked adorably cute and feminine and so sexy.

“Take off her bra,” I whispered.

I said that barely loud enough for Shannon to hear. But she did hear me, and she complied. She pulled the little bralette over Cindy’s head and set it on the sofa.

“Kiss her nipples,” I requested, still in a hoarse whisper.

Shannon smiled broadly at me, then put her hands on Cindy’s waist and drew the girl closer so she could kiss her puffy pink nipples. The 10-year-old didn’t really have any breasts yet, just those lovely swollen nipples. As her mother kissed them, I heard oohs and ahhs around the room. I didn’t look to see, but I’m pretty sure that by then I was not the only one who was masturbating.

After kissing both nipples, Shannon extended her tongue, lapping at them, licking them, making them visibly grow fuller. Then she sucked them briefly, each of the nipples, going back and forth between them a few times.

I was really rubbing myself now, my fingers moving fast over my clit. I wasn’t quite ready to come, but I felt so good, so hot, so excited. This was awesome!

“Now, um, now her panties.”

Nodding, Shannon hooked her fingers into the waistband of the white cotton panties and began pulling them down. When Cindy was naked, the young girl turned around to face the room, smiling and displaying herself to us, her smooth hairless pussy, her nearly flat chest, her nipples still swollen and wet from her mother’s tongue.

“Oh goddamn!”

It was my mom. I glanced down at her. She was perched on the coffee table, just behind me and to my left. She was fucking herself with her fingers, her face flushed and shiny with sweat. Mommy licked her lips as she stared at the girl’s nude body.

I looked a little further and saw Brandi, still on her mother’s lap, but sitting with her legs apart now, her dress pulled up. Emma was caressing her daughter’s pussy through her black panties. Beyond them, I could see Leslie seated on the floor in front of her mom, her knees drawn up, her fingers pressing in on the crotch of her tight jeans.

Turning the other way, I found Cassia, Delia, and Olympia standing not far from me. Delia was in the middle. Her mother, Olympia, had a hand between Delia’s legs, under her short skirt. Cassia was grabbing and squeezing her sister’s breasts through her blouse and bra while nibbling at her ear.

It was time for more. “Cindy, push up your mom’s skirt. Open her legs for us.”

“All right.”

The girl knelt on the floor and lifted Shannon’s gray pleated skirt up to her waist. Underneath we saw pretty lavender panties, almost the color of the satin blouse she was wearing.

“Push her legs wide apart,” I instructed.

She did. Shannon helped by sliding down on the sofa, making it easier to spread her thighs all the way open.

“Now put your fingers on her panties. Rub your fingers over her pussy.”

“Okay.”

We all watched as the girl laid her hand over her mother’s vulva, rubbing up and down, stroking her pussy lips through the panties.

“Press in harder.”

“Okay.”

And then we saw what I wanted to see.

When Cindy pressed her fingers into the center of her mommy’s panties, pushing the thin fabric between her lips, the lavender undies began to darken, growing moist. A spot right in the middle quickly became darker, the material clearly getting very wet. Shannon groaned as she felt her daughter’s fingers touching her sex.

“Kiss her pussy,” I whispered. “Kiss it through her panties.”

Cindy nodded, happily lowering her mouth to kiss her mother’s pussy lips through the wet fabric of her panties. She kissed her once, twice, another time, and then another. Shannon groaned again, more loudly this time, taking Cindy’s head in her hands and pulling her face into her crotch.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes!” My mom’s voice. It sounded as if she was getting close.

“Now you can take off her panties,” I instructed.

“All right.”

“No wait —” I’d changed my mind. “First, um, first, Shelby, you and Cindy, take off your mom’s top, okay? Her blouse.”

“Okay.”

Shannon sat up a bit and the girls quickly unbuttoned the satin blouse, then pulled it off her and laid it aside. Underneath, Shannon wore a lavender bra that matched the panties. The woman was small breasted, probably just an A-cup, thin and slight, the same as her daughters. Her skin was pale, with a few freckles on her chest.

“Shannon, take off the bra, please.”

She reached behind her back, unhooked it, and handed it to Cindy, who laid the bra over the blouse. As we watched, Shannon placed her hands on her own breasts, kneading them and squeezing the nipples. I hadn’t asked her to do that. It was just automatic. And very hot. I waited a few seconds, enjoying her display of lusty sensuality.

Then I continued. “Now I want to see both girls, um, Cindy and Shelby, suck your mommy’s nipples. Okay?”

“Okay!” The young blondes nodded, grinning eagerly. They hopped up on the sofa, one on either side of their mother, put their mouths over her breasts, and began to suck.

I watched them for a moment, then turned to Katherine, who was seated on my left in an armchair by the sofa. Her daughters, Chrissy and Laura, were in her lap. I smiled at Katherine and she readily returned my smile. It was obvious that she was completely willing to do anything I asked of her — anything. What a great party!

Although I was still masturbating, I had slowed my movements some. I was just gently rubbing my pussy now, keeping my little clit nice and happy and hard. My mother, however, was vigorously fucking herself as she watched Shelby and Cindy sucking on their mom’s tits. I leaned down and kissed the top of her head. She looked up at me.

“Mommy, don’t stop. Keep doing that, but stand up, okay?”

“Oh, uh, all right.”

I helped her get up. She stood a bit awkwardly, her knees apart, her fingers sliding in and out of her dripping wet cunt. I led her over to stand in front of beautiful Katherine and her little girls.

Laura’s big brown eyes were rounder than ever as she stared at the sight before her.

“Do you like that, honey?” I said to the girl. “This is my mommy. Do you like watching her fuck herself that way?”

“Uh-huh, I do,” Laura nodded. The child was only 6 years old, but I was certain she had seen this kind of thing before, probably many times, and I was equally certain that she enjoyed it.

Chrissy was staring intently too as my mother masturbated in front of them. I couldn’t tell for sure, but it seemed to me that the 7-year-old was squeezing her thighs together, becoming very aroused. I didn’t know if a girl that young could have an orgasm — I hadn’t at that age — but tonight I hoped to find out for sure.

Katherine was sitting up in the chair, her arms around her daughters’ waists. The brunette was licking her lips, breathing deeply, her chest thrust forward, stiff nipples clearly protruding through the figure-hugging knit dress she wore.

“Laura,” I said softly, “have you ever tasted a woman’s pussy juice? Do you sometimes watch your mommy fuck herself this way?”

She nodded.

“Does she let you taste her then?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Would you like to taste my mom now? See what her pussy juice tastes like?”

The little girl licked her lips and nodded eagerly, her huge brown eyes fastened on the wet vagina just in front of her.

“Ohh fuck!!” My mother groaned. She was really going at it now, plunging her fingers rapidly in and out, her whole vulva shiny with her juices. Droplets sprayed into the air as her hand slapped against her womanly cunt. The smell of her sex was strong and seductive.

I put my hand on her arm. “Mommy, Laura wants to taste you.”

She didn’t slow her movements. My mom continued fucking herself fast and hard. I didn’t blame her, of course. I had just told her that the youngest girl in the room, a 6-year-old child, was waiting for a taste of her pussy juice. No wonder she wanted to masturbate and climax!

“Mommy.” I gripped her wrist. “Let Laura taste you. And then Chrissy too.”

“Oh uh —” she gasped, sucking in air “— okay, I, I’m sorry.”

Taking a big deep breath and then slowly letting it out, she finally stopped her pumping action. After another long deep breath, she pushed her fingers in once more as far as they would go, and then slowly drew them out, holding them up to Laura’s mouth.

The little girl smiled, those huge liquid brown eyes full of desire and anticipation. She parted her lips and let my mother put her dripping fingers inside her mouth. Laura held my mom’s hand in her hand, looking up into her eyes while she licked and sucked the wet fingers. Mommy shivered with excitement as she watched the girl enjoying the taste of her cunt.

“That’s good,” I said. “Now it’s Chrissy’s turn.”

“All right,” my mom breathed, shoving the two fingers back up inside her vagina, all the way in as far as they could go, wriggling them around, coating them with her juices, and then drawing them out and giving them to Chrissy.

I looked over at Shelby and Cindy. The two young girls, both naked, were curled up with their mother, one on either side of her, happily sucking her nipples. Their thin, soft, white bodies looked so appealing, so innocent and pure. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on them, to touch them and kiss them and lick them. Shannon was stroking their hair, cooing to them. It was a beautiful tableau — but now I had something else in mind for the little family.

Turning back to my mom, I said, “Mommy, I want you to help Laura and Chrissy take off their mother’s clothes, all her clothes, all right? And when she’s naked, then I want all three of you to hug her and kiss her, okay?”

“All right,” my mother nodded.

“But, um, but don’t take off Chrissy’s or Laura’s clothes, not yet. Not until I tell you to.”

My mom grinned at me. Normally she would be the one in charge, but tonight I was taking control. I’d been given the opportunity and I was taking full advantage of it. She took my chin in her hand and gave me a quick kiss. “I love you, Julie.”

“I love you too, Mom.” I gave her a second kiss. “Now get to work.”

“Okay, we will,” she chuckled.

Chrissy and Laura slid off their mother’s knees and helped Katherine get to her feet so they could begin undressing her.

I stepped back to the sofa. Shannon’s eyes were closed as she petted her daughter’s heads and held them to her breasts. I waited a moment, not wanting to interrupt their pleasure, although I was sure they would enjoy the next thing just as much.

“Um, Cindy? Shelby?”

Releasing their mother’s nipples from their mouths, the little blondes looked up at me, happiness in their eyes.

“You guys having fun?”

“Uh-huh,” they both giggled.

“Okay, I’m glad. So, um, Cindy, I want to see you lick your mom’s pussy now. You wanna do that?”

“Yeah, I’d love to!” she nodded.

“All right, um, take off her panties first.” As Shannon lifted her bottom from the sofa, Cindy slid the lavender undies down her legs and off, leaving them on the floor.

“That’s good. Now, Shannon, why don’t you lie down, okay? With your head over that way, that’s right.”

I positioned the woman with her head near Shelby. I asked Cindy to move to the other end, to kneel on the sofa between her mother’s legs and begin licking her. And then I said, “Shelby, honey, you get up on top of your mommy and sit on her face, okay?”

“Okay!”

Showing not a moment’s hesitation, the child climbed onto the sofa and placed her hairless pussy in front of her mother’s mouth. Shannon smiled broadly, using her fingers to carefully part her daughter’s labia.

I heard her moan as she looked closely at the girl, and I leaned in to see what she was seeing. Oh my god — the 8-year-old was wet inside, definitely very wet! Her pink slit and her little vagina glistened with moisture.

My hand immediately went to my clit and I began to masturbate again as I stared at the awesome sight. I really wanted to make myself come as I watched Shannon starting to lick her young daughter’s pussy.

But I had other responsibilities. A whole roomful of women and girls were waiting for me to give them direction, to tell them exactly what they should be doing with each other, any and all sexual perversions I wanted to see them perform.

I turned and faced the group, still rubbing myself.

Continue on to Chapter 65

By Naughty Mommy

We finally did get dressed and leave the room and eat some breakfast that day. But not until first doing as I’d suggested, taking a nice shower, washing each other, happily rubbing our hot soapy hands all over everywhere. After barely drying off, we dashed back to the bed and made hot love for another hour or so, before getting up to take a second shower.

By this time, though, we were both getting really hungry. And no wonder, it was almost 1:00 PM!

We ate french toast with maple syrup and fresh fruit on the side. I drank juice and my mom had coffee. Cassia and Delia were all smiles, warmly greeting us. They were well aware, of course, what my mom and I had been up to all those hours in our room. I grinned to myself as I remembered that I’d made sure they could hear what we were doing.

It was a gorgeous day outside, bright and sunny and pleasantly warm for March, the air smelling fresh and clean. Some of that, perhaps, is a reflection of how I was feeling inside, but anyway, I was on top of the world as my mother and I went for a long walk after our delicious brunch.

We strolled up and down the lanes, looking at the beautiful forested hills, finding some open meadows, hearing a few birds singing early spring songs. As we walked, I began thinking. I pondered how our lives would be different now, my mom’s and mine. What did this mean for us, this change in our relationship?

“Mommy, um, when we get back — back home, I mean — will everything, like, be different now? I mean, since you and me are, you know, really truly lovers and stuff?”

She squeezed my hand. “What do you mean, sweetie, when you say ‘be different’? Can you be more specific?”

That was one of the things I loved about her, one of the many things. She would almost always check to be sure she knew just what we were asking before she started to give an answer. I knew that was part of her legal training, but I also knew it was just how she was, someone who really cared about the people she loved, who wanted to know and understand what they were thinking.

“Well, I mean, um, will you and me sleep in the same bed now, when we get home? And will we, like, tell Kate and Molly about it, about the stuff we did up here, I mean? Also, I guess, can I, you know, do all the things with Kate that I did with you last night? Or even, I don’t know, maybe even with Molly?”

My mother squeezed my hand again. “Those are good questions, honey, very good questions.”

She didn’t say anything else right away. We kept walking. I could tell she was thinking about what I’d asked, and so I didn’t interrupt.

After about five minutes, she said, “Let’s take those issues one at a time. Starting with, will we sleep in the same bed… I don’t think we should, and I’ll tell you why. I don’t mean we can’t ever, I love doing it, but it should happen just once in a while, as a treat. There are two reasons for that. First, because I am not only your lover now, your romantic lover and your sexual partner, I am also still your mother. I think we would do best to try to maintain that relationship, along with our new one. You are still a growing girl, you have your tough teenage years ahead of you, and I want to be able to stay in that role, as your mother, your protector, your guide, so I can assist you, counsel you, and even discipline you if I ever need to. It may not be easy for us to keep those roles separate, but I think we can do it if we try, and I think we should try. Does that make sense to you?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “It does, it really does.”

I felt myself starting to get choked up again as I marveled at her, at her intellect, at her love for me, at the way it all came together to make her the person she was, the woman I loved.

“It does make sense,” I managed to add, in a somewhat hoarse voice. “I agree.”

“And the second reason is discretion,” she went on. “You know as well as I do that a lot of narrow-minded people would be horrified if they ever found out about our relationship. Horrified and most likely furious. I could really get in trouble, legal trouble, I mean. But I’m willing to take that chance because I love you and I want to be with you this way. However, we have to stay acutely aware of the situation we’re in, of the risks involved. We’ll have to be extra careful not to let anyone know what we’re doing, not even give the slightest hint. Some people will know about it, of course, people we trust, but to most of the world, we can only present ourselves as a normal mom and daughter, a normal family. That means we should still have separate bedrooms, sleep in our own beds at night, and so on. Do you agree with that too?”

“Yeah, but, Mom, it’s scary to think about you getting in trouble. That would be awful. I mean, I would die if anything really bad ever happened to you. Maybe we just shouldn’t—”

She stopped walking and turned to face me, her hands gripping my shoulders. “No! We are not going to let others determine how we live. We are strong, independent women. We can and we will make our own choices. Oh, we’ll play their little game, acting out our conventional roles in their conventional world. But that’s all an act. We are fooling them. You and I will know we are choosing to live the way we want to live, not the way someone else is telling us how to live. Do you get that?”

My eyes were wide, my mouth agape. Never before had I seen her being so ferocious in defense of our ‘alternative lifestyle’. I knew she had a reputation for being strong and tough in the courtroom. That was part of what made her so successful as an attorney, asserting and demanding the just rights of her clients. I’d never had the opportunity to watch her in court, but now I was learning how powerful she could be when she had an idea she deeply believed in and that she fully intended to convey, no matter what it took.

“Yeah, um, I’m sorry, Mom. I agree, we should live how we want to live.”

“That’s right.” She looked sharply at me. “Don’t ever take any of that for granted, honey. Women and men have fought for years, for centuries, to get us where we are today, and we still have a long way to go. It would be very easy for us to backslide again if we aren’t careful.”

“Okay,” I nodded meekly.

She smiled for the first time in a while. “Oh, look at me, Clarence Darrow and Gloria Steinem and Susan B. Anthony, all rolled into one. But this stuff is important to me. It’s important to you and your sisters too, or it should be.”

“I know.”

My mother gazed at me for a few seconds before leaning in to give me a quick kiss on the lips. “Okay, I’m done. The plaintiff rests.”

“Whew!” I chuckled, “I’m really glad I’m on your side.”

“That’s funny,” she grinned. “That’s what my boss says sometimes.”

“I can imagine.”

We began walking again, hand in hand, calming down after my mom’s outburst.

A minute went by, and then she said, “So, uh, there were a couple of other questions you raised. First, how much should we tell your sisters about what you and I did up here. And second, can you start having sex now with Kate, going all the way, I guess, the way we have. Is that what you asked? Did I leave anything out?”

“Um, well, I asked about Molly too. About doing stuff with her, I mean.”

“Oh, yes, of course. How could I have forgotten that!” She squeezed my hand again and I giggled.

“All right. Well, it would be pretty awkward if we didn’t tell them what we did here,” she said. “I mean, we don’t have to go into all the details necessarily, but I don’t want us to have to keep secrets from them either. Do you agree?”

“Yeah, I really do. Especially with Kate. I mean, Molly’s younger, so I don’t know how much we should say to her. You can decide that. But Kate and me, like, we always tell each other everything. Just about anyway.”

“I know you do. I’m glad you two are so close.”

“We really are.”

“That’s sort of related to the second question, isn’t it…” she mused. “You are very close to Kate and so you don’t want to keep anything from her. And since you are so close, naturally you want to share your feelings with her, not only your emotions but your physical feelings, your affection, your desire for her.”

I was starting to get turned on as we talked about this. “Yeah, I do. I love her, and… and, like, I want her too, a lot.”

“Mmm,” my mother lifted my hand and kissed it as we continued to stroll. “I like hearing you say that. I love watching the two of you together.”

It was quiet for another minute. Then I asked, “So I can go ahead and do all that stuff with Kate now? Everything?”

“God, Julie, you’re really turning me on.”

She inhaled deeply and I looked up at her face. It was flushed. My mom was wearing a jacket, but it was open, and through her thin pullover sweater I could easily see the sharp points of her erect nipples. Whether that was from the slight chill in the spring air or from the erotic nature of our discussion, I’m not sure. Probably it was both.

“And I want to do it with Molly too,” I told her. “I think about that all the time. I mean, I know she’s younger, and I won’t do anything if you say I shouldn’t, but I really want to. If she does, I mean.”

“With Molly…”

She actually put her hand over her tit and squeezed it then, pinching the nipple. Right out in the open, walking on the country road! There wasn’t anyone around to see it, not that I knew of anyway, but still, touching herself that way, right out in the open!

“Let’s head back,” she said, a tone of urgency in her voice. “Back to the inn before I rape you right here.”

“Mom!” I laughed.

She smiled at me and we walked quickly back.

Ten minutes later we were in our room, struggling together on the bed, still mostly dressed, kissing and groping, trying to pull off our clothes, giggling and panting, rubbing and touching, finally starting to get somewhere, reaching inside, finding hard nipples and wet pussies. We made love almost frantically, desperately, with such longing, such fierce desire, as if this was our last time and if we didn’t do it fast we would lose our chance forever.

We both came, using our fingers on each other, and then my mom pulled my jeans and my undies down around my ankles and knelt on the floor between my legs, pushing them apart, licking me avidly until I came in her mouth. I came twice that way, and then we rested for a while.

* * *

As we’d hurried back from our walk, there was something I was thinking about. Obviously I was thinking how exciting it was to be rushing along with my mother, holding hands, both of us eager to get to our room again and have sex. But I was pondering something else too.

It was interesting to me that I was in love with my mom and she was in love with me, and we’d confirmed that we were now in a special relationship, a committed romantic relationship in addition to being mother and daughter — and yet, at the same time, she wasn’t the only person I wanted sexually.

I was totally hot for her, constantly, but I wanted my sisters too, Kate and Molly. Not to mention lots of other women and girls I knew, like Melissa and Danni and Carla and, well, just about any nice-looking female I saw, whether they were 30 years old or 10 years old or anywhere in between, maybe even older or younger too. I loved thinking about sex with girls and women. I fantasized about it every night in my bed, and I wanted to really do it all the time now, as much as I possibly could, make love with all sorts of different girls. I was obsessed with lesbian sex.

Yet, like I said, I was in love with my mother, deeply in love, completely devoted to her in every way possible. So, was it weird for me to feel that way about her, to think we had a special commitment, and still have the hots for all these other women and girls, including my sisters? Was I being unfaithful to her in some way? I knew, of course, that she liked having sex with other women too, and that she was just as attracted to Kate and to Molly as I was, so she was in the same position. But what did that mean in terms of our relationship?

I couldn’t come up with a good answer then as we raced back to the inn together, but I decided it was something I would have to talk about later with my mom after we’d taken care of what was clearly our number one priority at the moment.

* * *

As it turned out, I didn’t get a chance to have that discussion with my mother that afternoon.

After our quick bout of nasty sex, we cuddled side by side on the bed for a few minutes, quietly kissing and touching, and then my mom glanced at her watch (which she was still wearing, along with about half her clothes) and said, “We need to start getting ready for the party.”

“The party?”

“Uh-huh. Come on, get up.” She sat up, tousling her hair, trying to rouse herself. “Let’s go take a shower.”

“What party?”

My mother smiled at me. “I didn’t tell you, did I?”

I shook my head.

Leaning down to give me a kiss, she said, “Some of the people in, uh, the lesbian community around here, the community that Delia and Cassia belong to, wanted to have a party for us, for you and me, to celebrate.”

“Celebrate what?”

“You know, the commitment we’ve made to each other. Our relationship.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.” She looked at her watch again. “They’re supposed to start arriving in about a half hour.”

I sat up. “Okay, but… I mean, who’s coming? Is it people we know?”

“Well, you know Cassia and Delia, of course, and we met Brandi and Cindy yesterday. I think they’ll be here, along with their moms, and then —”

“Brandi and Cindy? Really?”

“That’s right, and a lot of other girls too. It’ll be fun. Come on, let’s get ready.”

“Okay!”

I jumped off the bed, excited about seeing those two sexy girls again, along with a lot of other girls too! Wow, my mom sure knows how to have a good time!

We took a quick shower with no fooling around this time. Well, maybe a little kissing and touching, but that’s all. I washed my hair and then blew it dry and combed it. I kept my hair fairly short and simple, so that didn’t take very long. Then I had to decide what to wear.

I’d only brought the one fancy dress, which I’d worn the night before. I had my red dress too that buttoned up the front, but other than that just jeans and shirts and stuff. My mom suggested I wear the red dress because it would be easy to get off. She also said I shouldn’t worry about wearing panties or a bra.

Oh, so it was going to be that kind of a party! And not just with grownups, but with girls too, girls my own age! Maybe even younger than me! You can just imagine how wet and tingly I was getting as I thought about that.

Mommy put on a basic little black dress, sleeveless and very short with a bateau neckline. Like me, she went without a bra or panties. She wore black heels while I had my flat black shoes with straps. When we were ready, we held hands and looked at ourselves in the full-length mirror. I liked the contrast we made: my mom looked sexy and vampish, while I appeared innocent and girly.

She apparently liked seeing us that way too. While still looking into the mirror, she took my face in her hands and kissed me, using a lot of tongue.

“God, that’s hot,” she said, as much to herself as to me. Then we went downstairs.

It was a dinner party, a buffet, actually, with all kinds of delicious hot dishes set out on the dining room table. There was a big bowl of fruit punch, along with several open bottles of wine, and hot tea and coffee too. The dining room and the living room next to it were filled with people now, all females. Later I added them up — there were nine girls, teenagers or younger, not including me, along with eight grown women, counting Cassia and Delia but not my mom.

We were introduced all around. I tried to remember the names but it took me a while before I could get everything straight. I wanted to remember all the details that night, who everyone was and how they were related and what they looked like and stuff so I could write it all down the next day in my sexual diary. But I was sort of overwhelmed too, looking at these pretty girls and the sexy women and thinking about what it meant.

I stuck close to my mother for a while, feeling a little shy amid so many strangers. But soon Brandi came over and started talking to me and then Cindy joined us, along with her adorable little sister, Shelby, and before long I was getting more comfortable. Most of the kids finished eating before the adults did, and we all ended up sitting together, piled together, really, in a big group on a sofa and in two armchairs that faced it — ten girls ranging in age from 6 to 17, giggling and chattering like the youngsters we were.

Okay, so I think I should tell you now who the people were at the party that evening. As you know, I enjoy keeping track of all this information. I’ve been really lucky and had so many great adventures over the last few years, thanks to my mom, and if I wasn’t good about keeping notes, I’m afraid it might just all run together.

Anyway, here is who they were:

The only two girls I’d met before, of course, were Brandi and Cindy. Brandi, I quickly confirmed, was 12 years old, the same age as me, and she was in the seventh grade like I was. I liked her a lot. We were sitting next to each other on the sofa, sitting very close, and she was holding my hand. Brandi was in a cute mini-dress with cap sleeves. It was sort of dark brown, in a pattern with red and gold streaks. I kept looking at her legs, which were bare. They were long and slim and perfect, smooth white skin with a pinkish glow and some faint freckles. I really wanted to touch her legs, slide my hand up under her dress, find out if her little cunny was getting as wet as mine —

Whoa! You can see how turned on I was that night, and I’m sure I wasn’t the only one feeling that way. Even though we were having a great time, a bunch of young girls jabbering and laughing together, I was definitely aware of a sexual overtone in the room. We all understood why we were there. We knew this was not an ordinary party. To an outsider, it might appear like any other festive social gathering, but we knew that it soon would turn into something else.

All right, sorry for the digression. Back to what I was saying. [I have to confess, though, that just as my mind was racing then with excited thoughts about who would be doing what with who once our clothes were off, as I’m writing this now, five years later, it still gets me totally turned on. I wish you could feel how wet my pussy is right now.]

Brandi’s mom, who was in her mid 30’s, was named Emma. She was very pretty with the most vivid blue-green eyes, a redhead like her daughter although her hair was slightly darker and not as curly. She was tall, around the same height as my mom, maybe 5’8”, with a nice figure. Really stunning. Emma was wearing a flared black skirt and a white top with a sweetheart neckline. Her long lovely legs were bare, and she wore short-heeled shoes.

Cindy sat next to me on the other side. Squeezed in beside her on the sofa was her little sister, Shelby. Cindy was 10 and Shelby was 8. They were both blondes with blue eyes, slender and incredibly cute. Cindy was in a very girly yellow cotton dress with a floral pattern. It was soft and feminine and so seductive. Shelby was wearing short denim overalls, carnation pink, over a white leotard. I couldn’t wait to see her naked.

Their mother, Shannon, was medium height, about 5’4”, with sandy blonde hair and hazel eyes. She was quiet, not as outgoing as most of the other moms, but very nice and sweet. We’ve stayed friends with her and her kids and I always like seeing them. She wore a pleated skirt that night, dark gray, with flat shoes and a lavender blouse.

Next to Brandi on the sofa was Leslie. She was 16, a gorgeous brunette with long straight hair, dark eyes, full lips, and well-developed breasts. I could tell just by looking at her that she’d already had lots of experience with girls and that she loved it. Leslie was wearing skintight jeans and a shimmery silver blouse, open far enough to reveal plenty of cleavage. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. My mouth watered.

On the other side of Leslie was Diana, maybe the prettiest girl in the room. She was 17 years old, a blonde with her hair in bangs, setting off her enticing blue eyes. Her skin was flawless, her legs long and shapely. She was in a hot pink micro-mini-skirt with a tight blue tank top. Her smile could kill a herd of elephants, and it certainly had me prepared to die for her.

Diana’s mom was named Logan, also a blonde but with brown eyes. She was medium height and really pretty with a nice tan, an outgoing personality, and a winning smile. You could easily see where Diana got her looks. Logan was wearing jeans and boots along with a sleeveless white blouse.

Sexy Leslie had two younger sisters, Mindy and Tina, who were seated together in an armchair next to the sofa, squeezed in side by side. The girls looked almost like twins although they were a year apart. Both were brunettes, dressed similarly in black jeans and tight fitting sweaters. What really got my attention, though, was how quickly their bodies were maturing. Mindy was only 12, like me, but she already had nice plump breasts, probably a B-cup, and her little sister, Tina, who was just 11, had bigger boobs than I did too, at least an A-cup. They looked very happy to be there, their dark eyes shining with excitement.

Nicole was the mother of Tina, Mindy, and Leslie. She was bright and funny, always telling jokes. Although she was maybe around 40, her figure was amazing. She evidently worked out a lot and enjoyed showing off the results. She was wearing spike heels and a super-tight low-cut dress that night, her big breasts spilling out the top, her toned legs tanned and oiled. Like her daughters, she was a brunette with smoldering brown eyes.

In another armchair beside the sofa were the two youngest girls at the party, Chrissy, 7, and Laura, only 6. Chrissy was slim with brown hair and brown eyes. She was wearing a pink tank top and purple short-shorts over black tights. Her legs were really cute for a 7-year-old. But it was her little sister Laura who was the heartbreaker, a darling little brunette with the hugest, most inviting deep brown eyes you ever saw. She was in a tiny yellow and white dress, frilly and girly, that barely covered her little bottom. I fell in love with her the minute I saw her. The sisters stayed mostly quiet, just watching and listening to the rest of us girls. I kept glancing over at Laura, trying to catch her eye, and when I did, I gave her a big smile.

While I was doing that, my mom was making eyes at someone too, a beautiful young woman named Katherine who turned out to be the mother of Laura and Chrissy. Katherine was stunning, 28 years old, a dance instructor with sensational legs, a trim waist, and nicely proportioned breasts, all displayed in a knee-length knit dress that clung to her figure. I wasn’t surprised that my mother chose to focus a lot of attention on her, a woman with the sort of classic beauty that my mom simply could not resist. Katherine had a wide mouth with full lips, very kissable, and of course luscious brown eyes, the kind she’d passed on to Laura.

Okay, so now I’ve described everyone who was there except for Cassia and Delia, and their mother, Olympia. Well, you know what Delia and Cassia looked like, I’ve told you that before. They were tall and dark, olive-complexioned, full-breasted, with gorgeous long legs. For the party, they were both wearing tight black mini-skirts, high heels, and tan blouses with long sleeves. The outfits were not quite identical, but very similar, again almost like uniforms. And extremely sexy.

Olympia, I soon learned, was the one who had started the business, the Sapphic Retreat, more than two decades earlier. She was about 50 and still in pretty good shape, although her waist and thighs were thicker than her daughters’. Her hair was black and wavy, her eyes very dark, her lips full and red. The woman had the most penetrating gaze, as if she could see right through the clothes of everyone in the room and was eager to run her hands all over their bodies. She wore a tight-fitting dark green dress that came to just above her knees. It was scooped low in the front, revealing acres of cleavage.

Something about Olympia was kind of intimidating to me, and yet also very arousing. I had never really fantasized about being with a woman her age, but as I saw her staring at me so intently that night, with such obvious lust, I could feel my pussy getting wet.

Continue on to Chapter 64

By Naughty Mommy

My mother tenderly held me in her arms, whispering little things in my ear, kissing my cheek, my nose, my chin, sometimes my lips, petting my hair, telling me how very much she loved me.

When I could breathe normally again, when the tremors that kept shimmering through my body had all subsided, I opened my eyes and turned to her, smiling, “Thank you, Mommy.”

She returned the smile and kissed my mouth.

“I want to do that now,” I whispered.

“Do what, baby?”

“You know, lick you that way. I want to do that now. I really, really do.”

She chuckled, “Oh, good. I was afraid you would never ask.”

We laughed together and hugged, kissing a few more times. Then I got up on my knees. She shifted around, putting her head on the pillows, lying on her back.

I leaned down between her legs, slowly pushing her thighs wide apart with my hands.

“Mommy, can you, like, move over a little more this way?”

I tugged at her legs, getting her to slide closer to the edge of the canopy bed, nearer to the table and the candles. The soft light in the room was certainly romantic, but it didn’t allow me to see as much as I wished to see.

“Wait, um, I want to turn on a lamp, okay? I really want to see everything,” I told her.

“Sure, sweetie, of course.”

I switched on the lamp beside the bed. That was much better. Now her lovely naked body was illuminated for me.

“Good,” I smiled. I reached between my own legs and rubbed myself for a few seconds before lying down on the bed between her outstretched thighs. I looked at her.

Like everything else about her, my mom has a beautiful pussy. She keeps her pubic hair short and neatly trimmed. Her outer labia are smooth and puffy and pink, especially when she is aroused as she was now. Her inner lips are thin and delicate, almost like butterfly wings. In the bright glow from the lamp, I could see fluids gleaming at the bottom of her slit, dripping from her vagina.

I kissed her inner thigh a few times, hearing her moan. I wasn’t going to tease her, though, at least not quite the same way she had teased me. What I really wanted to do before I began to lick her was take a very close look at my mother’s pussy.

I scooted in a little more, until my face was only a few inches from her crotch. Using my fingers, I pulled her outer labia apart. Her smell was strong, that familiar heady aroma from her cunt that told me how turned on she was. Strands of moisture glistened between her lips. Moving in even more, I gently separated her inner labia. Now I could see inside her, into her vagina. I could almost feel the heat radiating from within her. Her sexy hole gaped open, waiting for me.

“Mommy,” I sighed almost inaudibly, more to myself than to her. My mouth was watering as I stared at her tempting cunt.

I took the middle finger of my right hand into my mouth, sucking on it, lubricating it. Then I placed the tip of that finger at the opening of her vagina and slid it slowly inside. My mother groaned.

She was hot inside and very wet, extremely juicy. My finger slid in easily. It went all the way up, as far as I could reach. I wiggled it around inside, feeling her respond, hearing her whimper and moan.

I decided to add a second finger. Drawing the first one out, I looked at it. It was shiny and slick, as if it had been dipped in oil. I sucked the finger, tasting my mom’s delicious juices. Then I put my two middle fingers inside her. Again, they went in easily, except it was a tighter fit now. That seemed to excite her even more.

“God, yes,” she urged, “fuck your mommy’s pussy, little girl!”

I moved my fingers slowly in and out of her. Slowly at first, but then gradually faster and faster. She responded by throwing her legs wider apart, opening herself to me.

A thrill of realization suddenly washed over me, making me dizzy for a moment. I was actually doing this! I was in bed with my mom and I was fucking her pussy with my fingers!

Thinking about that made me want to come. I slid my other hand underneath myself so I could rub my clit while I fucked her.

Then I thought about my mother’s clit, and suddenly I wanted to see it. I had to see it up close, very close. I wanted to gaze at it, study it, love it, kiss it, lick it. I wanted to do everything with her, and I knew that I could. We could do it all, we would do everything, whatever we both wanted.

And we could take our time, too. There was no hurry. Gradually I slowed down the rapid motion of my fingers inside her. I gently drew them out of her vagina, sucking them and licking them. Right now I wanted to see her clit.

“Mommy, um, will you show me your clit?”

“What, baby?” she panted.

“I want to see your clit. Show me where it is.”

“Oh, uh…” She seemed a little disoriented. Not surprising, I suppose, considering that I had just been fucking her almost to the point of orgasm and then stopped. As I said, I didn’t intend to tease her, I was just following my girlish impulses.

“I want to look at your clit, Mommy. Can you show it to me?”

“Well, uh, you know where it is, but… sure, okay.” Propping herself up on one elbow, she reached her other hand down and pulled back the skin at the top of her slit, pulling it back farther until a little pink bud emerged.

“Can I just look at it for a minute?”

“Of course, but —”

My mother seemed about to protest or complain, but then she caught herself. She smiled warmly at me. “You can do whatever you want, baby girl, anything you want. Whatever makes you happy.”

“Good. I just want to look at you first. Then I promise I’ll do more.”

“Sure, darling girl, you can look as much as you want. I like it when you look at me this way.” Using both hands, she pulled her lips back and apart, making her clit fully visible, a swollen pink bud shiny with moisture.

“Mm, nice,” I said to her. “I’ve never seen mine up close like that.”

“No, of course, you haven’t,” she giggled. “Although I suppose you could use a mirror.”

“Yeah, I could. But I couldn’t lick mine like I want to lick yours.”

“Ooh, fuck, I would love to have you lick my clit!”

“And can I suck on it too?”

“Yes, baby, you can suck on it just like you suck on my nipple. And put your finger inside me too. Goddamn, I want to come so bad.”

“Do I make you want to come, Mommy? Being naked with you in bed like this?” Now I was teasing her.

“You sure do…” she moaned.

“Sorry about the teasing,” I chuckled, looking up at her face. She smiled.

“Okay, I’ll lick you now. I’ll fuck you with my finger and lick your clit and make you come in my mouth. Is that what you want, Mommy?”

“Yes,” she whispered, “that is what I want.”

Without saying anything else, I lowered my face to my mother’s pussy. I looked closely at her pink clit and kissed her there. Just a little kiss, like a peck. Her body twitched and she gasped. I gave her another kiss, the same way, to see if it would get the same reaction, and it did. This was fun! I smiled to myself and kissed her that way a few more times.

Then I was ready to lick her. Except I had a request. “Mommy, keep holding yourself open like that, okay? I really like to look at you a lot. It’s like, um, that thing you said. The joy of looking. You know?”

“Yes, honey, I do know. I like having you look at me, and I love looking at your perfect body too.”

I didn’t think my body was perfect at all, but I was happy that my mom seemed to think it was. Anyway, as she said that, she pulled her fingers back even further, revealing her clit and opening her sex fully to me.

Instead of kissing her this time, I opened my mouth and placed my tongue on her clit, giving it a nice full lick.

She shivered all over, groaning loudly, “Ohh, fuck that’s nice…”

I licked her again and she groaned again. She tasted so good. I licked her one time from her vagina all the way up to her clit, coating my tongue with her wetness, swallowing her sweet juices. Oh my god, I thought to myself, I’m actually doing it! I’m licking a woman’s pussy! All that time, all that endless waiting and longing, and now I’m finally doing it!

After another long slow lick, all the way up through her slit, I drew my face away for just a moment, wanting to look at her again, wanting always to remember this, my first time licking a woman. And not just any woman, of course, but my own mother! I shivered with excitement as I realized the enormity of what I was doing.

I loved my mother so much. I loved everything about her — her face, her smile, her mouth, her eyes, her laugh, her intelligence, her warmth, her incredible body, her amazing sensuality — I loved this woman with all my being. And now I wanted to give her everything, give her the best orgasm of her life. I would do the best I could anyway, try to lick her and give her an orgasm she would never ever forget.

Moving my face down just a little, I looked at my mom’s vagina, gazing into her deep pink center. Sticking my tongue all the way out, I slid it inside her hole, inside her cunt, wiggling it around. I could hear her whimpering, could feel her body trembling beneath me.

My tongue felt so good inside her! It was hot inside her vagina, so hot and wet and perfect. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I pressed my face tightly against her sex, shoving my tongue inside as far as it would go.

Oh my god, I wanted to stay that way forever and ever if I could, stay there with my face in my mommy’s pussy, my tongue inside her cunt, just stay there for always and always.

But I also wanted to make her come. I wriggled my tongue around a little more, hearing her groan again, and then I pulled away. I licked my lips, tasting her. My whole face was covered with her juices. I loved it. I kissed her vagina, rubbed my lips around inside her sweet hole one more time, and then I slid my mouth slowly up until I reached her clit.

Mommy was still holding herself open for me with her fingers, letting me see her clit. I kissed her there, kissing her clit, kissing it and kissing it and then licking it. I concentrated on her clit, licking her more, licking her and licking her, kissing her clit again and again and sucking on it too.

It seemed to drive her wild when I sucked on her clit. She tried to keep holding her pussy open for me, as I’d asked, but it was obvious that she was nearly losing control of herself. I knew it was time to give her what she needed, give her an orgasm.

Still sucking on her clit, I slid my fingers down again, finding the opening to her vagina, and pushed two fingers deep inside her. She cried out, “God! Fuck me!!”

I did. I started fucking her as hard as I could with my fingers while continuing to suck and lick her clit. I fucked her fast and deep. She was gasping and groaning. She’d let go of her pussy lips and her hands were now on her breasts, tightly squeezing them, pinching her erect nipples.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! God, Julie, fuck me!!”

I shoved my fingers in even harder and deeper. If she wanted to be fucked, I really wanted to give it to her.

And then I took my mouth away from her clit. I had to talk to her, had to tell her what I was doing. “Mommy, I’m fucking you! I’m fucking your cunt with my fingers!”

“Fuck, yes!! Fuck me hard!!”

“Mommy, Mommy, I’m fucking you!!” By now I was shouting, my voice as loud as I could make it. I actually wanted Delia and Cassia to hear me, wherever they were. I wanted them to know what I was doing, whether they were in their own room making love, or somewhere else in the house, or even if they were outside, I wanted them to hear me.

“I’m fucking you with my fingers, Mommy!” I screamed. “I’m fucking your cunt!! I’m fucking you!!!”

She climaxed that way, and her screams were at least as loud as mine. It was a good thing we were the only guests that night, I remember thinking, although if someone else had been there, maybe they would have liked what they heard.

“Goddamn FUCK FUCK!! Fuck me Julie!!!”

My mother squirted then. I had never seen her squirt before. The only other time I’d seen a woman climax like that was Kim, on our trip to Sea World. But as my mom reached orgasm, a splash of liquid sprayed from her pussy, spraying all over my hand, onto my face, drenching the bed. She squirted a couple more times, still screaming, and then she was done.

“Oh! God!” she panted. Her skin was slick with sweat, her body as drenched from perspiration as were my hands and my face from her orgasm. I licked my lips, tasting the salty liquid that had sprung from her pussy at the moment of climax.

“God, god, god, god…” she sighed.

Slowly she began to calm down. I drew my fingers from inside her, putting them in my mouth, licking them clean. I moved up on top of her, lying on her, our naked bodies pressed together, and I kissed her.

Mommy wrapped her arms and legs around me, squeezing me tightly to her as we kissed. I moaned, shoving my tongue into her mouth, loving her, lusting for her.

We kissed for a long time again, and as we continued kissing, I gradually began to move, sliding my body up and down just a bit. At first I was not consciously attempting to fuck her — or ‘trib’ with her, as I now know it’s called — it was just a natural action of wanting to get as close to my lover, to my mom, as I could get.

Soon, though, I realized what I was doing and how good it felt. Mommy sensed it too. She spread her thighs even wider apart, opening her crotch. Her ankles were crossed above me, over my bottom, and she tightened their grip, pulling me into her.

I shifted slightly, bringing my pussy lips into direct contact with hers. As I felt our bodies joining, making the most intimate connection, I ended the kiss and opened my eyes. I wanted to look at my mother’s face and see how she responded as I fucked her.

She opened her eyes too.

“I’m fucking you, Mommy,” I whispered. “Not with my fingers now but with my pussy. I’m fucking you with my cunt.”

I was moving faster now, panting and sweating. The contact between us was as close as it could be. We were both fully lubricated, our juices mingling, my lips sliding between her lips. With every thrust of my body, my clit was meeting and kissing hers.

My mother’s eyes were open wide, her moist lips parted, her face shiny with perspiration. She arched her pelvis, matching my actions, groaning as she pressed down with her ankles on my ass even harder, grinding my cunt into hers. “Fuck me, Julie. Fuck me! Fuck me, baby girl!”

I tried to say something in response but no words came out. Only a series of grunts, primitive sounds, expressions of pure lust and desire, of elemental need. I needed to be with her, to have her, to join with her, join with my lover. Mommy’s pussy was so hot and so wet, it was so hot it almost melted my sex into hers. This beautiful woman wanted me, she wanted everything I could give her. My mommy wanted me to fuck her!

I started coming.

This time somehow I was able to keep my eyes open. I stared into her face, squealing, panting, sobbing, as I creamed into her pussy, my whole body shuddering with each new spasm. I kept my eyes open and I stared at her, watching her receive me.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she hissed in rhythm with my climactic thrusts, “fuck Mommy’s cunt, fuck Mommy’s cunt!”

She kept urging me on, and I kept fucking her and fucking her. Even as I finished climaxing the first time, I wanted more. I wanted to come again on her, and I wanted to bring her too.

I kissed her, my mouth devouring hers. I grabbed her tits with my hands, squeezing her hard nipples between my fingers. And I kept fucking her, kept sliding my cunt up and down against hers. I wanted to bring her that way, a way I had never done before. She had fucked me one night in my bed, but I had never given her an orgasm with my cunt on hers. I had to do it now. I had to.

“Mommy, I want to make you come,” I whispered as we ended the kiss. “I want to fuck you and make you come.”

“Yes, baby girl. Mommy wants you to fuck her.” She uncrossed her ankles, lowering her legs from behind me, replacing them with her hands. She grabbed my ass, holding me tightly, pulling me into her. “Fuck Mommy’s pussy, little Julie. Goddamn, yes, I want you to fuck me and make me come.”

I pushed myself up on my hands, hovering over her. Sweat was literally dripping from my body onto hers. We were still moving fast together. I drew my knees up a bit, focusing all the contact on my pussy and hers. I watched her face closely, trying to see which position, which angle, which motion would give her the best response.

She closed her eyes, whispering almost to herself, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck Mommy’s cunt…”

Then I discovered something. I discovered that it doesn’t always have to be fast and hard. I saw that when I focused on finding just the right spot, the tightest, warmest, most intimate point of contact between us, and if I could hold it there, maintain it, just move slightly, just a little, and then a little more — that was exactly what she wanted and needed.

“Ohh…” she sighed, nearly breathless, “ohhh, Julie…”

I didn’t say anything at all as I continued my slight but steady movements. I just looked at her, watching her, feeling her sweet body in touch with mine, in synch with mine. I was still sweating, breathing hard, but intensely focused now, every part of me zeroed in on my mother’s cunt, on her clit, her arousal, her orgasm.

I could actually feel my own hard clit sliding between her lips. It was so amazing, that connection we had, our feminine juices blending, our bodies perfectly meshing, our excitement mounting.

Yes, my excitement was mounting too as I mounted her and tried to bring her to a climax. I thought about what we were doing at that moment — that I was a girl, a 12-year-old girl, and I was in bed with my mom. We were naked and I was fucking her. I was fucking my mother with my pussy, and I was about to give her an orgasm.

She was getting close, so very close. As I continued stimulating her, my body moving on hers, I could sense the approach of her climax, that look on her face, the panting, the little whimpers, and I knew I had done it. It was almost time.

Inside, I felt my own delicious climax approaching too, that wonderful swirling, building, climbing, singing, soaring — AHHH!!!

We came together.

“Julie!” she screamed.

“Mommy!”

It took several minutes at least for both of us to recover. We lay in the bed, hugging, hot together, wet together, occasionally shuddering as residual spasms rippled dizzily through us.

After a while we turned onto our sides, facing each other, gently kissing, softly touching, whispering little love notes between our kisses. I was so completely satisfied, so content, so deeply in love, the happiest girl there ever was or ever could be.

That didn’t mark the end of our passion that night, not even close. Soon my mother had me on my back and she was on top of me, but reversed, in a ‘69’ position. It was the first time we had been that way when we could actually do everything we wanted to do.

I’ll never forget how that felt, how it looked, how it smelled and tasted, the little noises we made, the whispers and sighs, the groans, the juicy wet sounds of our fingers in each other’s pussies, our mouths licking and sucking and kissing our clits. I was very glad I’d turned on the lamp because I loved being able to see her, looking so closely into her slippery wet pussy, seeing her pink flesh, pulling back her lips, staring into my mother’s cunt, taking her clit into my mouth, watching as my fingers slid inside her vagina — and feeling her do all those things to me too at the same time, her fingers touching me, all her kisses, my mommy’s warm kisses on my pussy, her mouth and her tongue and her lips loving me, getting me so hot, so excited.

We both came that way, though not exactly at the same time. She came first, and then she brought me, and then she brought me again.

At some point we rolled over and I was on top, still in a 69. This time I fastened my mouth over her pussy, gripping her thighs in my hands, pressing my face into her cunt, sucking her, tasting her, shoving my tongue as deep inside her as I could, licking her, fucking her, making her come in my mouth and swallowing all her liquids.

After that orgasm, I turned around again and lay on top of her. We kissed deeply, my lips smeared with her juices, our mouths sliding together so slickly that we both began to laugh. We hugged and squeezed, mother and daughter laughing and kissing, so very close that night in our bed, our first time really making love.

Finally we slept.

We took a long time drifting off, continually touching, it seemed, never wanting to end our little caresses and our tiny kisses. We drowsed a bit with the light still on until she reached over to turn it off.

Then we slept, except not the whole night through… I remember being awakened several times, awakened by the feel of my mother’s mouth sucking on my nipples or her fingers moving between my pussy lips… and I roused her a few times, too, as I came awake in the night and wanted her again, needed her, wanted to suck her tits or lick her clit, and so I did… for hours and hours we went on that way, alternating between sleep and lovemaking… I recall awakening deep in the night, feeling her warmth beside me in the bed, touching her skin, her soft skin, caressing her very tenderly, not yet enough to wake her… and then sliding down between her legs, finding her sex in the dark, smelling her, sensing her heat… and I began kissing and licking until she awoke, moaning as if in a dream, holding my head in her hands, accepting my tongue inside her, rocking against me, taking me in, coming again and again… we kissed when it was done, kissed and tasted, and then we fell asleep once more… until one of us would awaken and we would do it all again.

Morning came, and I did too. During one of our half-awake sessions, I realized it was getting light in the room. I was near a climax and didn’t care what time it was even though noticed it was morning. I closed my eyes again and came in my mother’s mouth and then I slept some more.

When I awoke the next time, it was bright outside. The sun seemed high in the sky. My mom had gotten up to use the toilet. I followed her and watched while she finished and wiped herself, and then I did the same. We returned hand in hand to bed, getting in, cuddling and nuzzling and kissing.

After a while she asked, “Are you hungry yet? Do you want breakfast? I’m sure they’ll make us whatever you want.”

I giggled. “No, I’m not really hungry. Not for food, that is.”

“Ooh, you bad girl!” She chuckled, tweaking my nose.

“Know what I wanna do?”

“What?”

“I want us to go take a shower together and get nice and clean, and then I want to get back in bed and get all dirty, all hot and sweaty and sexy and juicy and everything, and then I want to take another shower and get nice and clean and then get back in bed and get all dirty again and…”

By this time we were both laughing at my proposal for a never-ending cycle of sex and showers.

“All day long? Just do that?” Mommy giggled.

“Yeah, but not only all day — forever!”

“Forever? A whole long life of nothing but making love with your mom and taking showers and making love again and taking more showers?”

I nodded, grinning ecstatically.

“That sounds wonderful to me.” She rolled on top of me and kissed me.

Continue on to Chapter 63

By Naughty Mommy

At the top of the stairs, outside the door to our suite, which was open, I saw something scattered on the floor. What was it? Oh my goodness, it was rose petals!

A trail of fragrant petals led from the door into our candlelit parlor and then into the candlelit bedroom, where the sheets had been turned down on the bed, and still further on into the bathroom, glowing with an even greater abundance of wonderfully scented candles. The big bathtub was filled with hot water and brimming with bubbly suds.

It was the most romantic scene anyone could ever hope for.

As I turned to thank my mother for making all these awesome ‘arrangements’, Cassia and Delia came into the bathroom. They had changed out of their blouses and skirts. Now they were wearing long white gowns and nothing else. The gowns were sheer, I mean totally transparent, you could see right through them. The sisters both had large breasts with big dark nipples. Their crotches showed full bushes of curly black hair. They smiled at us.

“May we help you disrobe?” Cassia asked.

“Yes, thank you,” my mom replied.

They began with my mother, kneeling at her feet, gently removing her high heels and setting them to the side. Delia stood up behind my mom and unzipped her skirt, which they slid down her legs, carefully helping her step out of it. As I watched, Cassia slowly opened the remaining buttons on the satin blouse and they removed it. Now my mom was wearing only a pair of white bikini panties. Very slowly, they tugged the panties down and off, and she was naked. Each of them gave her a kiss on the lips, and then they turned to me.

Cassia stepped close, putting a finger under my chin, raising my face to hers. The women both were several inches taller than I was, even in my shoes. Cassia said, “You are a sweet and lovely young girl, Julie. We are very happy to have you with us.”

“Oh, um, thank you.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

As she kissed me softly on the lips, Cassia put her hands over my breasts, gently squeezing them. I didn’t know if I should touch her or not, so I didn’t. I just stood there. Delia went behind me, slowly unzipping my dress. Together, the sisters lowered it to the floor and I stepped out of it. I heard my mother sigh when she saw my delicate underthings. Still kneeling, Delia helped me out of my shoes. Then Cassia reached behind my back and unfastened the bra. When that was off, only my little white panties were left.

Turning toward my mom, Cassia asked, “Would you like to…?”

“Yes, I would,” Mommy nodded.

“Very well. We will leave you to enjoy the bath.” Cassia kissed me again, and then helped Delia to her feet. Delia kissed me too.

Just as I thought they were going to leave, Delia put her hand on her sister’s arm and said, “Aren’t they beautiful together?”

Cassia nodded. “Yes, they are. It’s making me very excited.” She lifted her hand to her own breast, squeezing the nipple through the filmy gown.

“Me too,” Delia sighed. Then she wrapped her arms around Cassia, kissing her passionately. They kept it up for half a minute or so, moaning and using their tongues.

I could feel my nipples growing full and stiff as I watched the sisters kissing with such obvious lust and desire. I knew my pussy had to be soaking right through my thin white undies.

As they ended the kiss, they turned to us, still holding each other, their lips wet and shining. They smiled broadly, then left the room hand in hand.

Wow, I thought to myself, that sign outside should read not just Sapphic Retreat, but Sapphic Incest Retreat!

My mother grinned. “I think those two are going to have a very good time tonight.”

“Do you think they’re…?” I started to ask.

“Yes, they definitely are,” she nodded, meaning they were lesbian lovers. “I’m sure of it.”

“Wow,” I said out loud, shaking my head. Then I added, “How did you ever find this place?”

“It took some looking. I had to ask around a lot. They can’t advertise the sort of special services they offer too openly, of course, not even in Vermont.”

“Yeah, I guess not.”

“But I wanted to plan something very, very special for you, sweetheart, something we both would always remember.”

“Oh, Mommy, you’re just so good to me, I —” My voice caught again. It seemed I was veering constantly from a state of feverish erotic arousal to being emotionally overwhelmed and then back again. It was an awful lot for a sensitive 12-year-old to handle!

My mother laid her hands on my shoulders, gently massaging them. “Are you all right, lover?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “It’s just, I mean, I’m really, really happy and… and everything.”

“So am I.” She smiled and gave me a very soft kiss.

After the kiss, she looked deeply into my eyes and then down at my mouth. “I’m happy, my love, and I want you.” She licked her own lips and then she extended her tongue and licked my lips, very lightly.

“I want you so much,” she whispered, as she held my face in her hands and kissed me again.

I could feel my heart pounding. This was really it! This was the night when everything finally would happen!

As usual, Mommy knew just what I was thinking. She placed her forehead on mine, the way Kate sometimes did. “So, baby girl, here we are, after all that waiting.”

“I know,” I replied, my voice still a little unsteady. I tried to smile. “I’m glad it’s finally here.”

“Me too. Very glad.” She kissed the end of my nose. “Is it all right if I take your panties off now?”

As I started to nod, she chuckled, “May I help you disrobe?”

That made us both laugh, and I began to feel slightly less overwhelmed by everything.

I took a very deep breath, and then another one. I really wanted to savor this special night, make love with my mom for the first time and remember it all, have fun, enjoy myself — and not get so carried away by my emotions that I fell apart or something. But it wasn’t easy.

My mother waited for me. I’m sure she could sense what I was going through. When I seemed ready, after I’d nodded and given her a big smile, she kissed me again on the end of the nose, and then knelt in front of me.

“These panties are really pretty,” she said. “But I’ll bet what’s underneath them is even prettier.”

I giggled.

She kissed the panties, right over my clit, kissed me there several times. Her lips stayed closed, there was no tongue, but those warm little kisses had me shivering with arousal.

A few more kisses, and then my mom hooked her fingers into the sides of the undies and began slowly tugging them down, bringing my pubis into view. When she discovered that I had shaved, that I was totally smooth now, she reacted with a gasp and then a sigh, “Ohh… how nice!!”

She drew the panties down my legs and helped me step out of them, then returned her attention to my vulva. Grabbing my bottom and squeezing my cheeks, she planted a wet smacking kiss on my mound, right where my pussy hair used to be. I was trembling with excitement.

“So beautiful,” she breathed, gazing at me and licking her lips. Then she used her fingers to carefully open my labia.

Now my heart was really pounding. My mother had never done that before, never touched me quite that way. Licking her lips again, she kissed me once more, but this time inside the top of my slit — and then she extended her tongue, licking me.

My whole body shook. Mommy’s tongue on my clit was like a jolt of electricity. I thought for a second I might faint, but I managed to remain standing.

Pulling her head back, she looked up, her hands on my hips, steadying me. “Are you okay, baby?”

“Yeah, I…” I was having a hard time catching my breath. “I… I think so.”

She got to her feet and put her arms around me, hugging me. She kissed my ear, kissed my neck, kissed my cheek, and then held my face in her hands, kissing my lips. “Let’s get in the bath, okay? And then we’ll get in bed.”

“Okay.”

We climbed into the warm water, assisting each other, and settled comfortably in, side by side, holding hands, the deliciously aromatic bubbles surrounding us. It was heavenly. I sighed and closed my eyes, resting my head on my mother’s shoulder. She kissed the top of my head.

“I love you, Julie,” she whispered.

“I love you too, Mommy.”

We remained that way for several minutes, just relaxing in the luxuriant bath, feeling close, being totally in love.

My eyes were still closed when I heard the sound of footsteps, bare feet lightly approaching. I looked up and found — Brandi and Cindy standing by the tub — and they were both naked!

I stared at them, my mouth hanging open again. Their soft skin glowed in the candlelight, pert nipples gleaming. Between Cindy’s slender young legs there was not a trace of pussy hair, while Brandi had a small tuft of dark red curls.

“We’re here to wash you,” Brandi announced with a sexy smile, “if you would like us to do that.”

“Oh, yes, I think we’d enjoy that very much,” my mom replied as she moved to the other side of the tub. Then she asked, “Would you like that, Julie?”

“Sure,” I nodded. “Definitely!”

I looked into Cindy’s pretty blue eyes, hoping she would be the one to wash me. And she was.

After getting a couple of cushions out of a cabinet and placing them on the floor by the tub, Brandi knelt on one side, closest to my mother, and Cindy knelt next to me.

I studied their faces for a moment. They didn’t look very much alike, so I didn’t think they were sisters, and neither of them looked at all like Delia or Cassia, so I assumed they weren’t related to them either. How did they fit in, then? I had no idea.

The blonde and the redhead each took a fresh bar of soap and a soft sponge, working up a good lather in the hot water. Then they began carefully and thoroughly scrubbing us. They started with our hands, then our arms, our shoulders and our necks, our backs, and then our chests. As they reached our nipples, the girls put down their sponges and used their soapy fingers to caress and stroke and fondle and squeeze and twist and pull our nipples until both my mother and I were panting with arousal.

Next the girls washed our feet, gently lifting them from the water, using the sponges and their hands to clean and massage our feet and toes, soon moving up our legs, over our calves, on to our thighs.

The last part, of course, was the best, when they washed our pussies. Both girls began with the sponge, but after a minute or so they used their fingers to scrub us, rubbing up and down in the soapy water. I closed my eyes and laid my head back, sighing deeply. I wondered if they really intended to go all the way, to bring us to orgasm, and sure enough they did.

It was so incredible. I was in a big bathtub with my mom and we were being masturbated by a pair of naked girls, strangers we’d never met before, girls only around 10 and 12 years old! The thought of that alone was almost enough to make me come.

But Cindy’s fingers were like magic. She must have had a lot of practice, even at her young age, because she knew just how and where and when to touch me so she could bring me to a peak of excitement, right up to the edge, almost over the top… and then slowly ease away, teasing me, tantalizing me, leaving me ravenous, begging for release.

Brandi and Cindy somehow managed to time it so they could bring my mother and me at the exact same moment.

We were sitting at the corners of the tub, looking into each other’s eyes, our legs spread, the hands of the girls working expertly on us, both of us licking our lips, breathing hard, wincing as we felt that surge of climactic pressure coming so close, almost there but not quite, not quite, almost, oh please, please give it to me now — and then we came.

We were loud, my mom and I both practically screaming as the orgasms tore through us, all the more powerful for being delayed and prolonged. I couldn’t keep my eyes open to watch her, but I could certainly hear my mommy’s response to her tremendous climax, and mine was almost as noisy as hers, if not quite as profane.

And I could hear something else too, just at the edge of my awareness, the sound of the young girls, Cindy and Brandi, sighing and exclaiming as they watched us come.

As my mother and I slowly recovered, panting and moaning in the tub with echoes of our orgasms resonating within us, the girls got up to leave. I opened my eyes long enough to see them dry their hands, replace the cushions in the cabinet, and then walk arm in arm from the room sporting big grins. I closed my eyes again and waited, still trembling a bit but breathing more easily, the pulsations in my pussy gradually ebbing.

After several minutes, my mom took my hand. “You ready to get out now, baby?”

“Sure,” I smiled.

We climbed out and gently dried each other off, using big fluffy towels that had been set out for us. When we were done, I said, “Mommy, I have, um, something else I want to put on for you now. Something to wear, I mean. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is, sweetheart. Would you like me to leave you alone for a minute?”

“Yes, please,” I nodded.

She grabbed my face and kissed my mouth. “You are so adorable! How did I ever get so lucky?”

I shrugged and giggled. She kissed me once more, then left the room, pulling the door closed behind her.

My suitcase was still in the bathroom, on a chair where I’d left it. Cassia and Delia, after removing my clothes, had laid the things carefully over the suitcase. I opened it, putting my bra and panties and my nice dress inside, and then I got out the nightie Melissa and I had chosen.

The little gown was nylon mesh, mostly sheer, sort of pale pink or maybe apricot. It was nearly the color of my skin and almost exactly the color of my nipples. I slipped it over my head. Just that, no undies. It was short, about mid-thigh, with spaghetti straps. I loved how it looked and felt on me, like I was young and fresh and virginal — which I was, of course, all three!

I smiled as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. After the bath and being scrubbed and then that wonderful orgasm, I’d settled down. I was ready now for the next step, for the biggest step of all. I was ready to have sex with my mom.

First I blew out all the candles in the bathroom. And then I opened the door.

My mother was lying on the bed, naked, propped up on some pillows with one knee raised. In the glow of the candlelight, her skin looked pearly, almost radiant. She smiled at me.

I paused for a moment, just looking at her. I wanted to always remember this scene, forever and forever.

“Ooh, darling girl, you look so lovely, ” she said.

“Thank you, Mommy,” I replied as I walked slowly toward the bed. Then I grinned. “I like what you’re wearing too.”

She laughed, holding out her arms. “Come here, lover!”

I jumped up on the bed and we hugged, rolling together, giggling and kissing. She got on top of me, covering my face with kisses. She kissed my lips, my nose, my cheeks, my eyes. She kissed me again and again and again.

“Oh, Julie, Julie, I love you so much!”

I hugged her, feeling her warm skin, smelling her delicious perfume, pulling her close to me. I was so in love, so very much in love with this woman, in love with my own mother! What a strange, exotic, incredibly exciting thing to imagine — and it was true!

She kissed me, her lips on mine, and I fell once more into that time out of time, that boundless infinity of pure pleasure that only her kisses could bring. I was far away, far far away from everything and everyone else, it was just the two of us alone, my beautiful sexy mom and me, floating in our own dreamy world of lust and love and attraction.

You might think the next thing after that would be tons of hot sex. Except it wasn’t. Well, there was tons of hot sex in store for us that night, but just not right away. Because after we ended our long kiss, my mom slid off me and sighed, petting my face as she gazed into my eyes.

I turned onto my side toward her, resting my head on my hands. She was propped up on an elbow. We were quiet for a few minutes, just breathing easily, letting the time be, bathing in the sensual serenity of our closeness.

A look of concern came over her. She seemed to be thinking very seriously about something.

Her finger traced little circles on my chin. Another long sigh, and then a soft voice, “Julie, this might seem like a silly thing to ask, but I have to say it anyway. And that is, have you really thought about this? About what we’re doing? About what it means?”

“Have I thought about it?” I grinned. “What do you think?”

She chuckled and kissed me. “I know. That’s why I said it might seem silly. But humor me, okay? I have to hear you say it. Tell me.”

I knew what she was asking, and I understood. I appreciated her for it. My mother wanted to be very sure I recognized what a momentous step this was that we were taking and that I was fully prepared to take it. Her caring for me, her respect for my autonomy, was enormously touching. I took a deep breath, trying to retain my emotional composure and think about what she was saying.

“Well,” I finally began, “of course you know I’ve really thought about it a lot, about being with you, I mean. And not only the sexual part, which gets me totally excited, but yeah, also about what it means.”

I gazed steadily up at her, hoping to present a calm, mature appearance, trying to show non-verbally what I was feeling inside. And I told her, “Mom, I love you. I’m in love with you. I want to be with you. I want to give myself to you. I have thought about it, and I know exactly what I’m doing. This is what I want. It really is.”

She smiled happily, her eyes brimming with tears. “Thank you for saying that, honey.”

I leaned toward her, giving her a kiss.

After clearing her throat, my mother added, “For what it’s worth, I’ve thought about it an awful lot too. Well, you know that. I’ve waited a while and I’ve made you wait, because I wanted both of us to realize where we were going and have some time to think it through without just rushing ahead. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, I understand,” I grinned again, “and I’m sure it was the right thing to do. But it’s been driving me crazy, all this waiting.”

“I know,” she laughed. “Me too.”

We hugged tightly.

“Oh, Julie…”

“Oh, Mommy!”

We kissed again, several times. Then she looked down at my little pink nightie. “I really love this, but I haven’t seen it before. Where did you get it?”

“Um, at Victoria’s Secret. That’s where I got the dress and the other stuff too. I asked Melissa to help me pick out some nice things.”

“Oh, how sweet.” She fingered my nipples through the gauzy fabric. “Would you be terribly offended, though, if I said I wanted you to take it off now?”

“No,” I giggled. “Except why don’t you take it off for me?”

“Okay,” she smiled.

We both sat up. Tugging the hem of the gown out from under my bottom, she raised it slowly up and over my head.

I was naked now, and so was she. She laid me gently on the bed again and gazed at me. Then she touched my nipples, her fingertips brushing them so softly that I almost couldn’t feel it yet so enticingly that they grew full and turgid within seconds. They throbbed. I wanted to her kiss them, lick them, suck them.

And she did. My mommy lowered her mouth to my breasts and began sucking my nipples. “Oh god,” I sighed, stroking her hair. “Oh my god…”

My nipples were sucked as they’d never been sucked before. Sucked and loved and kissed and licked and bitten and sucked some more. Both of my nipples thoroughly sucked and caressed by her tongue and teeth and lips until I was groaning with arousal, writhing on the bed beneath her.

Then her mouth and tongue moved gradually down, gliding over my belly, soon reaching my smooth shaved mound, kissing me, licking me, teasing me — but not my pussy, not yet.

Her mouth went all over my mons, then to the upper part of my thighs and then to the inner part, the sensitive skin nearest my crotch, where my mother licked and kissed and nibbled until I begged her to give me more.

She kissed my labia, but only kisses, just kisses, so very many kisses, warm tender loving kisses with her lips together, such adoring lovely kisses — but goddammit! I didn’t want kisses now, I wanted her to lick me!!

I was in agony, the sweetest agony, longing for more, for everything, needing it, craving it, demanding it. My hands clutched at the bedsheets. I was sweating, panting with desire, a girl in heat. She kissed me again and again, so many times, until somehow her kisses or my writhing movements or my extreme animalistic arousal caused my lips to part… and then she was kissing within them.

She was kissing my pussy. My mommy was kissing me there, kissing me where I wanted her to kiss me more than anything else in the world.

My mother kissed my clit and kissed my vagina and I heard her sigh — and then I felt her tongue, her hot wet tongue caressing my sex. My mommy was licking me.

She licked my clit and I sizzled with electric arousal. She licked my vagina and I was swimming in a pool of hot female juices, bathing in lesbian lust. I was everywhere and nowhere at once, only my cunt and my mommy’s tongue and my orgasm now so close so hot yes so fucking hot mommy’s tongue inside me in my cunt mommy fuck me with your tongue mommy mommy I’m —

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If there ever was a perfect orgasm, this one had to be it. That swimming metaphor says it all. I was deep inside a heated pool of sex, submerged within my lust for her, consumed by my arousal and my release. I came as hard as I had ever come before. I came again and again. My mother kept licking me, sucking me, fucking me with her tongue and then with her finger. I climaxed repeatedly until finally I could take no more.

I screamed, sobbed, cried, actually begging her to stop, the same way I’d begged for her to hurry and begin.

She pulled away, moving up to lie beside me on the bed, holding me in her arms, kissing my face, her lips wet with my juices. I trembled, shuddering, my eyes shut tight, my pussy still throbbing inside.

My mother held me close, tenderly kissing, gently caressing. It took me a long time to come down from that series of orgasms, from that tremendous peak, the ultimate summit.

I was there, I had done it, I had climaxed with my mommy’s tongue deep inside me, her mouth drinking my liquids. I was sated, satisfied, fulfilled, completed.

But nowhere near finished.

Continue on to Chapter 62