Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

After our amazing adventure with Carla, I was definitely ready for more fun, for even more edgy lesbian excitement. However, things seemed to settle down for the next few weeks. Part of that, I think, was because our mother wanted to make sure Kate and I were not too distracted from our schoolwork or our other responsibilities. She told us we couldn’t watch pornography and masturbate with her except on Friday or Saturday nights. We sometimes nagged her about wanting to do it during the week too, but she was stern about refusing.

My sister had her regular basketball practice, we attended her games, and I went babysitting a couple more times. It got to where our lives were just starting to seem too darn normal. And so I decided to shake things up a bit.

One day after school, I took the bus downtown, getting off at a stop near some big office buildings, and then going inside one of them. I felt myself getting tense as I rode the elevator up to the 25th floor. Entering the lobby of the law firm where my mom was now a partner, I approached Evelyn, the receptionist, a very nice middle-aged woman I had met a few times.

“Hi, Julie, what are you doing here today?” she smiled. “Did you need to see your mother?”

“Yeah, I — oh, sorry, I mean, yes, please. Is she busy?”

“No, I don’t think she is. Let me just check for you.”

She picked up the phone and buzzed my mom’s secretary, and then I was given permission to go in.

My stomach churned as I walked down the hall to her office. My mouth was dry. I’d been thinking about doing this for several days, planning it, but now that the moment was here, I was very nervous.

“Hello, Julie, it’s so nice to see you again.” Rochelle, my mother’s secretary (actually, her title was Executive Assistant) was a redhead, about 35, kind of plump and not very pretty but sweet. My mom always said she was totally great at her job, too, which I suppose was the most important thing. “You can go right in.”

I went through my mother’s door, which was closed. I closed it again behind me. She got up from her desk and greeted me with a hug. “Darling, what are you doing down here? Is everything okay?”

She was wearing a navy blue skirt, knee-length, along with a crisp white long-sleeved blouse. She looked conservative and professional and very attractive.

“Yeah, it’s fine, Mom, everything’s fine,” I smiled. “I just wanted to come and see you. You can, like, keep doing your work and stuff. I’ll just sit and wait until you’re done. Maybe do homework or something.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She touched my cheek, looking into my eyes, frowning. “There’s nothing wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong. But, um, will it bother you if I just stay here until you finish everything?”

“Of course it won’t bother me, not at all. You want to sit at the table and do your work?” There was a small round table on one side of the office with four chairs around it.

“No, I, I’d rather sit by you. By your desk.” I went to the chair that faced her desk, put my backpack on the floor and sat.

“Okay.” Still frowning, but trying to smile, she returned to her office chair. “I’ve got a brief here that I’m reviewing. It won’t take long. We can leave in a half hour or so.”

“All right.”

I got a history textbook out of my backpack and opened it, pretending to start reading a chapter. The truth was I didn’t have any homework I hadn’t already finished. My mother resumed studying her brief.

After a few minutes, I casually lifted my leg, placing one foot on the edge of the chair. That morning I had deliberately chosen to wear a skirt to school instead of the pants or jeans I typically wore. Although I kept my eyes on the book I wasn’t reading, I was able to tell that my mom had looked up to see the way I was sitting. She didn’t say anything about it, but I’m pretty sure she frowned again.

A few minutes later, I lifted the other foot up. My feet were wide apart, my pleated skirt falling around my waist, my white cotton little girl panties exposed. I kept my eyes firmly on the book, feigning innocence.

My mother cleared her throat. “Julie, what are you doing?”

“Nothing, Mom. Just my homework.”

I heard her sigh, and it seemed like she wanted to say something else, but she didn’t. I could tell her eyes were still on me. Keeping my nose in the history book, I slowly slid a hand around under my thigh and started caressing my pussy through my panties.

“Julie, stop that!” My mother whispered angrily.

“Stop what?”

“You know perfectly well what I’m talking about. Now stop it. You can’t do that here.”

I pulled the panties aside, letting her see my smooth labia.

“What — you can’t do that! What if someone comes in?”

“Don’t you like to look at me?” I teased.

“Of course I do. You know I do. But not, not here. What if someone comes in?”

“Won’t they knock first?”

“Yes, but —”

“Then I’ll just put my legs down.” I demonstrated, putting my feet on the floor, appearing to be a prim young schoolgirl.

“All right, now just stay that way. We can leave in a minute.”

But I didn’t stay that way. Instead, I stood up and reached under my skirt, pulling my little white panties down and off. I sat in the chair again and put both feet back on the seat, my legs wide apart. Grinning, I tossed the panties onto her desk. She quickly grabbed them and hid them on her lap.

“Julie, you’re being very bad!” Her words sounded angry, and yet I could see a smile forming at the corner of her lips. “I like it.”

I didn’t pick up my book again. I slipped both hands around my thighs and gently stroked my pussy lips. I could tell I was very wet inside. “Look at me, Mommy.”

Slowly I parted my lips. She was staring at me. Her eyes went wide as she saw the moisture gleaming inside my pink center.

“Julie, you, I love it, but, I, you really have to stop now…” She had one hand in her lap. Her chair was pushed up to the desk, so I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I guessed she was touching herself.

After dipping a finger inside the opening of my vagina, coating it with my fluids, I began caressing my little clit. I sighed with pleasure.

“No, honey, not… I, we have to stop…” Her movements, however, were becoming more urgent. It didn’t look as though she was going to stop.

“Mommy, I miss you so much when you’re at work and I’m alone,” I told her, in a tiny girl voice. “It makes me want to play with myself.”

“Oh, Julie…”

Still rubbing my clit with one hand, I slid the middle finger of my other hand up inside my pussy. “It makes me want to fuck myself, Mommy. It makes me want to come when I think about you.”

“Honey, no, we can’t…” Her face was flushed. She licked her lips as she stared at me, her hand moving rapidly in her lap.

“I wish you could come over here right now and kiss my little pussy, Mommy. I wish you could lick me. I want to come in your mouth, Mommy. I don’t care if anyone comes in here. I want them to see us.”

“Julie — you’re — you’re gonna make me —”

I rubbed my clit faster. It looked like she was close and I wanted to keep up with her. I could feel my climax approaching. “Mommy, I’m gonna come, right here in your office.”

“Oh — ahh — OHH!!” She shuddered and groaned as her orgasm shook her. She managed to keep her eyes open, to keep looking at my pussy as I fucked myself.

I pressed my finger inside my cunt as far as it would go and rubbed my clit harder. “Mommy, Mommy, watch me, watch me, I’m — now!!”

And I climaxed too. Fortunately, no one did come in and find us that way, a mother and her young daughter masturbating as they watched each other. What a scandal that would be!

We both finished our orgasms, panting and sighing, licking our lips. I put my legs down and smoothed my skirt over my thighs. My mom lifted her hand from her lap and sucked her fingers. She smiled at me and I smiled at her. I picked up my history book.

“I wish you wouldn’t keep distracting me,” I said. “I really have to get this homework done.”

She laughed.

On the way home in the car, I started having second thoughts.

“Mommy, um, if somebody really did come in and see us, see what we were doing there, I mean, you could get in big trouble, right?”

“Well, not really in trouble, perhaps, but it certainly could create a problem. That didn’t happen, though. No one would come in without knocking, or more likely, without calling me first.”

“I know, but, I mean, what if they did? It’s just, I’m really sorry, Mommy. I think it probably was a bad thing for me to do.”

“Oh, precious, please don’t worry about it.” She patted my knee, reassuring me. “You’re such a good girl. No one saw us, and everything is fine. All right?”

She looked over at me and I tried to smile, still a little upset.

“I’m glad you came to see me today, honey. We had fun, didn’t we?”

“Yeah, we did, but…”

“Maybe, though, in the future,” my mother continued, “if we want to do that again, we should try it somewhere else instead of in my office, just to be safe. Okay?”

“Okay,” I nodded.

Now I did feel better, because we’d agreed on what the boundaries should be. “I’m glad I did it this time, though.” I grinned at her and she blew me a kiss.

* * *

That was on a Thursday. After dinner that night, the phone rang. It was Elaine Gallagher asking if I could babysit for her on Saturday. My mom took the phone from me and told her, no, she was sorry, but that she’d made plans for us that night. She said I could come on Friday if that would work. Apparently, though, Elaine couldn’t find a date for Friday, so I stayed home.

I’m glad I did, because it gave Kate and me another chance to watch lesbian porn with Mommy and masturbate with her. We hadn’t been able to do that nearly as much as I wanted, only three or four times so far. Often I was babysitting on Friday or Saturday nights, and if I wasn’t, sometimes Mommy decided to go out herself. She told us we were not allowed to watch porn on our own, only with her. We didn’t like that rule much, but reluctantly we obeyed.

Anyway, that Friday night after Molly had been asleep for a while, we gathered in our mother’s bedroom and she let us pick the one we wanted to see. We chose something called Confessions of the Make-Up Artist. Settling naked into her bed with Mommy’s laptop on the little tray, we watched the sexy action on the screen and touched ourselves and soon we were all climaxing. It was a really hot movie.

We went on that way for more than an hour, masturbating, sometimes kissing, and even fondling each other’s erect nipples too. I wanted to do more than that, of course, much more. I really wanted to do with my mom and Kate everything I’d seen the girls do in those exciting videos. But I was willing to wait. I was sure that would all happen sooner or later.

About 11:30, before the movie was even over, Mommy turned it off and said it was time we went to bed. We started to complain, but when she told us the reason why, we didn’t mind.

“I’m going out tomorrow night, and when I come back, I’m bringing some very special friends with me. I think you’re going to like this a lot,” she leered at us. “So, I want you to try to get some extra sleep tonight because tomorrow night, well, we might all be up pretty late. Okay?”

We both nodded, excited and intensely curious about what she was planning.

“That’s why you couldn’t babysit for Elaine tomorrow, cutie,” she winked at me and tweaked my nose. “Because I didn’t want you to miss this. You’re not upset about that, are you?”

“No, of course not,” I giggled. “But, um, what’s going to happen tomorrow? Can you tell us anything?”

“Yeah, please, Mommy? Tell us!” Kate urged.

“Before I leave tomorrow night, we’ll talk about it some more, all right? Tomorrow. Right now, though, I want you two little sex kittens to get to bed. Masturbate again if you need to, but then please try to fall asleep. I want you both nice and rested when tomorrow comes.”

The way she said that made me think the next night really would be something special. Kate, I was sure, felt the same way. After giving our mother big hugs and kisses, we happily left her bed and went to our own rooms.
I had a hard time falling asleep. Lying in the dark, I thought about everything for a long time: the sexy movie we’d just watched, all the exciting adventures Mommy had already arranged for me and my sister, what tomorrow night might bring. I masturbated a couple of times, partly because I was still very turned on, but also hoping it might help me to feel sleepy. And just as I was starting to drift off, I heard something.

It was my little sister’s voice. Molly’s voice, out in the hall. I thought I could hear my mother’s voice too, although I couldn’t tell what they were saying. After a few seconds, it was quiet again.

I’d heard something like that before, more than once. I wondered what it might mean. Was Molly sick? Or maybe… could it be… after arguing with myself about whether I should just ignore it again and try to fall asleep or possibly get up this time and investigate, I made my decision.

Getting out of bed, I stepped into the hall, naked. I walked silently to Molly’s door, which was ajar. I listened for a moment but didn’t hear anything. Slowly pushing the door open, I looked inside. Her bed was empty.

I went to my mother’s bedroom door, which was closed, and stopped outside. I listened.

There were sounds. Muffled sounds, barely audible. I had to listen very closely. Then I began to discern what they were.

“Yes, baby, that’s Mommy’s girl, good little girl…”

My mother’s voice, cooing softly.

“Ooh, Mommy likes that so much… yes, little baby, that’s right, mmm, so nice…”

What could they be doing?

“Uh-huh, oh god yes, mmm, good girl, good little girl…”

She sounded very excited.

“Mmm, uh-huh, yes baby, yes baby, just like that, ooh god that’s so nice…”

I thought I could hear that familiar rhythm, that regular pattern of panting and moaning that meant my mother was approaching an orgasm.

“Good Molly, good Molly girl, uh-huh, oh yes, so good, so good…”

Now it was unmistakable. My mother was clearly getting close to a climax. And she was with my baby sister! Oh my god, it was so hot!!

“Molly, Molly, yeah, now, uh-huh… oh god, oh god…”

Suddenly I realized that I was touching myself. I was masturbating outside her door as I listened.

“Oh god… Molly, mmm, Molly, uh-huh, yes, yes, yes, ohhh… GOD!!”

She was coming. My mommy was coming with my little sister! It made me so wet to think about it. I rubbed my clit faster as I heard the cries of her powerful climax.

“God!! God!! Oh — GOD!!!”

Then it was over. She was quiet again, except for the faint sounds of breathing and maybe some kissing, a few soft whispered words, but nothing I could make out.

I wanted to go in and see. I wanted to join them, but I didn’t dare. I went quickly to my own room and got in bed. Only a minute later, I heard my mother’s bedroom door open and footsteps in the hall. It sounded like she was putting Molly back to bed. I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep in case she came into my room to check on me. I didn’t want her to know, for some reason, that I had been spying.

But she didn’t come in. She went back to her room and then all was quiet.

I turned from my side onto my back. I ran my hands up and down my naked body, thinking about what I had just heard, wondering what it meant, imagining the possibilities.

Within minutes I was climaxing, squeezing my hands between my legs, feeling my hot liquids oozing out. I came two more times, massive, huge orgasms. The thought of my mother and my little sister doing — doing whatever they were doing was maybe the most exciting thing I had ever thought about. And this wasn’t just a fantasy, this was real, they were actually doing it — whatever it was they might be doing. I turned onto my stomach, rubbed myself some more, and came a fourth time and then a fifth time. Despite what my mom had hoped, that maybe Kate and I could get some extra sleep that night, that certainly wasn’t the case with me.

But I didn’t mind. I could sleep another time, another night. Right now all I wanted to do was picture my mom and my little blonde baby sister naked in bed together. I have no idea how long I played with myself that night or when I finally drifted off, but I’m sure it was very, very late.

Continue on to Chapter 51

By Naughty Mommy

Beside me on the bed, Kate was squealing, in the middle of an orgasm. Carla was gasping and moaning too, climaxing at the same time.

My mom cried loudly, “Fuck me, Julie!” as she pressed our twined fingers deep inside herself. She was coming, and I had already started mine. I’d begun first, I think, or anyway, I finished first.

As my little pussy completed its orgasmic reverie and I was able to open my eyes, I looked down and saw — my body lying on top of my mother’s body, with four hands between my/our legs — and I not only saw but could feel that my finger was buried deep inside my mommy’s vagina. Oh what a moment that was!

She was still shuddering, still coming, her fingers tightly squeezing mine as she panted and groaned beneath me. I remember thinking to myself, this will never happen again, not ever again for the very first time. I want to have my fingers and also my tongue inside my mother’s cunt many times in my life, but this is the first time. Even if it’s only one finger and it’s clasped between two of hers, it’s happening for the first time right now.

The way we were lying, our faces were almost next to each other. I turned and kissed her cheek, tasting her salty sweat. She was red-faced, grimacing, straining with the power of her orgasm. I’d watched her come so many times, but this was one of the strongest I’d seen. I closed my eyes again so I could soak in all the sensations… the warmth of her body, the smell of our sex, the way her hands held my hands so tightly… I felt the heat of her vagina surrounding my finger, all the wetness inside her, and I thought maybe I could even feel the pulsing of her climax.

I kissed her again and licked her cheek. She turned to me and our mouths met. We didn’t really kiss, but we played with each other’s tongues, lips apart, hot breath mixing, saliva blending. Soon we were licking everywhere, and now starting to laugh, making a mess of each other’s faces, but what a delicious, joyous, erotic mess it was.

As her orgasm ended, we each shifted onto our sides, facing one another, tenderly touching and kissing. “Oh, Julie, I love you so much,” she whispered, caressing my cheeks, her fingers wet with my juices and hers. “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy,” I just kept repeating.

More happened that night, much more, although nothing that could possibly top the sheer ecstasy of that amazing dual/unison orgasm I shared with my wonderful mom. But that doesn’t mean the rest wasn’t fun and exciting.

At one point, they changed the video, putting on a different one that was more explicit, more hard-core. It had things in it I’d never seen before, like women putting their fingers and tongues inside other women’s buttholes. I didn’t like that too much, but it was interesting to see. In that same video, there was a scene with a woman wearing a strap-on (I later learned that’s what it’s called), and she was fucking another woman with this huge black penis thing. Carla said she wanted my mom to do that with her, and so they did.

Kate and I gaped as our mother strapped a contraption on herself (the fake penis was purple, not black) and then rubbed lubrication on it and started fucking Carla from behind. Carla really seemed to love that. She kept screaming ‘Fuck me harder!’ and ‘Make me come!’ and our mother was saying stuff like ‘You want it, bitch?’ or ‘You want me to fuck your fucking cunt?’ and pretty soon Carla had an orgasm.

Neither my sister nor myself was masturbating as we watched this. I think we were too overcome with the bizarre novelty of it to get very aroused. But as soon as they finished with the strap-on, Mommy took it off and got on top of Carla on the bed, briskly turning her over so she could begin fucking her pussy to pussy. That was something I loved to see.

I got up next to my mom as she mounted the woman. I stroked her warm back, sliding my hand down to her bottom while my other hand was rubbing my clit. “Fuck her, Mommy,” I said, “I love to watch you fucking her! Make her come while I watch you!” Kate went to the other side and we were both very close to them. As my sister fucked herself with her finger, she put her other hand on Carla’s tits, squeezing them and pinching her nipples.

Within a few minutes, Carla had a climax that way. Our mom didn’t, but it looked like she wanted one very badly. She crawled up on top of the brunette, took her head firmly in her hands and ordered her to stick out her tongue. Carla was still short of breath from her orgasm, it appeared, panting and gasping, but she obeyed. She opened her mouth and held out her tongue. Mommy spread her pussy lips with her fingers, then lowered her cunt onto Carla’s face.

She started riding the woman, pressing her pussy down hard onto her mouth, sliding her cunt back and forth, faster and faster. “Fuck me with your tongue, you little whore!” she cried. Kate and I were amazed. Again we shifted around to where we could see better, on our knees just behind Carla’s head. We were both still masturbating.

Mommy had been staring down at Carla as she fucked her face that way. But when she noticed us moving, she looked up. Holding the brunette’s head tightly in her hands, she continued rubbing her cunt up and down over her mouth, faster and harder, and she said, “Look at me, girls. Look at what your mommy is doing.”

Her face was flushed, dripping with sweat, what was left of her makeup badly smeared. Her blonde hair was a wreck, flying everywhere. She looked magnificent.

“I’m fucking this woman’s face with my cunt. I’m rubbing my cunt all over her. Do you like looking at me this way?”

We both nodded, wide-eyed.

“Tell me you like to look at Mommy having sex. Tell me you want to watch Mommy come on her face!” she demanded.

“Yes, Mommy,” I urged, as I rubbed my clit. “I want to see you come on her face! Fuck her with your cunt, Mommy! Fuck her with your cunt and come in her mouth!”

“Oh, god, I’m c— UNH!!” cried Kate.

I was very close too. “Mommy come for me! Come for me! Come hard all over her face!”

And then she did.

My mother was climaxing, Kate was climaxing, and I started climaxing too. Hot, sweaty, juicy, dirty, sexy — oh, what a night that was!

Those turned out to be the last of our orgasms that evening on Carla’s bed. It was very late, and we were all spent. The movie we were only half-watching had ended a while ago.

As Mommy completed her final shudders on top of Carla’s mouth, she slowly climbed off of her and then bent down to give the woman a gentle kiss, wiping her face clean with her fingers. My sister and I were lying side by side, panting, both still recovering. Our mother helped us get under the covers, and then she and Carla joined us there. Mommy kissed us, told us she loved us, and said goodnight.

I was surprised. I had expected that when we were finally done, we would drive home, but we didn’t. I remembered, though, that Mommy had said something to Danni about seeing her tomorrow, and now I knew what she meant.

* * *

In the morning, when I awoke, I wondered for a moment where I was. The room was strange, the bed unfamiliar. Oh, of course, I recalled, this is Carla’s room. And beside me, behind me, here in bed, that must be my mother. At least I think that’s who it is. It smells like her, but I can’t remember exactly who was where when we fell asleep.

I was on my side, facing away, toward the wall and a window. It was light outside. I turned over and saw that it was my mom next to me. She was on her side, facing toward me. Her pretty blue eyes were open. She smiled. I snuggled close to her. We shared a tender good morning kiss.

“Hey, pumpkin,” she breathed. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Yeah, I did,” I nodded.

She kissed me again, softly, two more times. But when she pulled away, she seemed concerned. She whispered, “Sweetie, I… there’s something I think I need to say.”

“What, Mommy?”

“It’s just… I, I really hope I didn’t scare you last night. Sometimes, you know, I get a little carried away, and I worry that I’ve gone too far, done too much.”

“No, Mommy, it’s fine. I like that. Honest, I do.”

I smiled and gave her a little kiss, but she still looked worried. So I added, “It really is cool to see you getting kind of, I don’t know, like wild or extreme or something. It’s fun and exciting.”

She grinned.

“And, um, and also, Mommy, I always want you to be however you want to be. You know, to act whatever way you feel like acting, to show me just, like, who you really are. Because, I mean, I want to be closer to you than to anyone ever, you know?”

My mother looked deeply into my eyes. She nodded, “Yes, honey, I do know. I want that too.”

We kissed again, and this time her kiss was more urgent, more desiring. I felt her tongue teasing my lips. After the kiss, she hugged me, pulling my naked body to hers. She felt so warm, so comforting. We cuddled for a while after that, sharing tender caresses, soft kisses, not speaking, just being close, breathing, looking into each other’s eyes, so intimate, so close, so in love…

I could have stayed that way all day, forever, but in another few minutes, we felt someone stir. It was Carla. She got up and left the bed, going into the bathroom and relieving herself. We heard the sounds, the toilet flushing, a yawn.

My mom turned to look at her as Carla came back into the room.

The beautiful brunette was wearing a silk robe, magenta, sashed around the waist. She stretched languidly and then, when she saw that we were awake, she smiled, “Good morning. Want me to make some coffee?”

“That would be lovely,” my mother said.

I got up on my elbow to look over at Kate. Still fast asleep.

“What a little angel she is,” sighed my mom.

Carla grinned, “But she can be kind of a devil too. A sexy little devil.” She winked at us before leaving the room to go downstairs and make coffee.

Kate didn’t move.

My mother was gathering me to her for more cuddling when she stopped and said, “I really should go down and help her. We are her guests, after all.” Then suddenly she began to laugh.

“What’s funny?” I asked.

“Oh, I was just thinking to myself that we need a few things at the store for dinner tonight, and maybe we’ll stop on the way home to get them — but then I remembered how we were dressed last night.”

I giggled, “People were staring at us in the mall and in the restaurant. Imagine how they’d look at us in the grocery store!”

“I know!”

We both laughed loudly, and that woke Kate up. She was on her stomach, facing away from us. Slowly, she raised her head and turned our way, blinking sleepily “…mmfgh… g’morning…”

“Hi, cutie pie,” Mommy chuckled. “Did you sleep well?”

My sister put her head back on the pillow and closed her eyes. “I don’t know, maybe,” she yawned.

“Hey, now, come on, get up. We have to have breakfast.”

My mother surprised me then by climbing up on Kate’s back, straddling her bottom. Putting her hands around her waist, she squeezed and tickled her. “Get up out of bed, sleepyhead!”

“Mommy!!” Kate laughed, squirming beneath her.

It was exciting to see them playing that way. It wasn’t really sexual, but they were both naked, and my mother’s pussy was pressed up against my sister’s bottom. I felt myself getting aroused as I watched.

Just then Carla came back into the room. “I remembered that — oh! More fun and games this morning?”

Mommy slid off Kate’s back. She slapped her on the bum. “No, I was just waking this little kid up. I really meant to come downstairs and help you.”

“Oh, that’s okay, the coffee’s brewing,” Carla responded, as she stepped into the large walk-in closet. She called, “I just remembered that you don’t have any other clothes, so I thought you might want to borrow some robes.”

She came out holding three gorgeous silk robes in her arms, one red, one pink, one white. Laying them on the bed, she beamed, “You can pick your colors. What would you guys like for breakfast?”
We had scrambled eggs that Mommy made, along with sausage and toast and juice. It was really fun, being in another woman’s house, wearing only a robe with nothing on underneath, cooking and eating and talking. I felt sort of grown-up, like a real woman of the world, ha-ha.

After breakfast and doing the dishes, we took a shower together. Carla had this big shower stall with two nozzles so we could all get in there at once. And that was even more fun! We helped each other wash, soapy fingers and hands sliding almost everywhere. There was a lot of kissing too, and although none of us had an orgasm there was plenty of sexual tension.

I thought that maybe when we finished we would get back in bed, but we didn’t. Anyway, that would have just made us all sweaty and messy again, and then we would have had to take another shower. It could be like a never-ending cycle. Maybe not such a bad idea!

But we just got dressed instead. As I put on my red undies, I reached between my legs and touched myself. My pussy was really wet. I would have to masturbate when we got home, I decided.

While we drove, I kept thinking about everything, about looking at porn with them, and seeing my mom act so nasty and dirty with Carla, and watching my sister use that vibrator to give herself an orgasm, and the way my mother and I had masturbated together, and then I just couldn’t wait. Right there in the car, I tugged up my short skirt and pulled my panties aside and started playing with myself. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.

Kate heard me moaning. Leaning over from the backseat, she looked down at me. “God, Julie, you’re like… I don’t know, like…”

“I’m insatiable,” I told her.

That made my mother chuckle. She put her hand on my bare thigh and kept it there as I masturbated. Before we reached home, I reached orgasm.

* * *

Mommy was right. The hickey she had given me was huge, dark and purple, high on my neck. There was no possibility of hiding this one.

I looked at myself in the mirror in my bedroom, rubbing the spot. I smiled as I remembered how it had felt to receive it. And then I imagined trying to explain it to the kids at school. ‘Where’d you get that?’ they would ask. ‘Oh, it’s from my mom, she gave it to me,’ I would blithely respond. Not really, of course, but it was fun to picture the reaction that would get.

When I went downstairs, having changed into jeans and a t-shirt, Danni was just leaving. At the door, my mother gave her a kiss on the lips. “Thank you, darling, we’ll see you again soon.”

“Bye, Danni!” Molly jumped into her arms. They hugged tightly, the teen caressing my little sister’s bottom. Very interesting.

She left, and Mommy went upstairs to change her clothes. Kate was in her own bedroom, presumably changing too, or maybe taking a nap. She needed more sleep than I did.

Molly and I walked hand in hand to the family room. “You want to play something?” I asked. “Maybe dolls? Or Legos?”

“Yeah, but…” she studied me, frowning. “What happened to your neck?”

Instantly I blushed and stammered, “Oh, it’s, um, I, I got a bite, and I was just scratching myself too much, I guess.”

I felt bad about lying to her, although what I said was actually sort of true — if you figure it was our mother who bit me, and that scratching myself means masturbating, which is what I was doing at the time. Close enough, anyway.

Molly seemed to accept my explanation. We started getting out her tubs of Legos. She wanted us to make a house together, a two-story home like the one we lived in.

As we sat on the floor of the family room, choosing pieces to build with, I kept seeing Danni in my mind, the way she held my sister, squeezing her, rubbing her bottom. It made me wonder what might have happened between them while we were gone.

Attempting to be casual, I asked, “Did you have a good time last night?”

“Uh-huh.”

“What did you guys eat for dinner?”

“Just grilled cheese. Danni made ‘em and I helped her. And potato chips too.”

“Okay.”

I was constructing the stairs that would lead to the second level of the house. I wondered if I should try to create an overlook from the upper floor to the lower one, where a young voyeur could station herself. That made me grin. But I wasn’t finished with my questions.

“So, after dinner, what did you guys do?”

“We just played. With my dollhouse mostly, up in my room.”

“Did she let you stay up late?”

“Uh-huh, until 10:30,” Molly answered.

“Where did Danni sleep?”

“In my bed.”

“In your bed? With you? Wasn’t that kind of crowded?”

“Sort of, but I liked it. I like Danni.”

We were quiet for a while, continuing to build the house, selecting pieces out of the various bins of Legos my sister had. There were literally thousands of separate parts but she’d done a fairly good job of organizing them so it wasn’t too hard to find what we needed.

After a few minutes, I asked, “Did Danni bring jammies with her?”

“Uh-uh.”

“Did she sleep in her undies?”

“No, we were both naked,” Molly answered matter-of-factly.

I tried not to act surprised, even though I was. I wondered if our mother knew about this. I figured that she probably did, and also that she approved. It was making me excited. I was almost sure something more than sleep must have occurred between Danni and my 8-year-old little sister. But what? Should I try to find out?

My mom came downstairs then, carrying a basket of clothes to put in the laundry. She smiled and blew us a kiss as she walked past.

I couldn’t think of how to ask Molly what might have happened with Danni in her bed. Different questions kept forming themselves in my mind, but none seemed right. For someone who prided herself on being articulate, with a good vocabulary, I was stumped.

In the end, all I came up with was, “So, was it fun?”

“What?”

“Sleeping with Danni.”

“Uh-huh. I like her a lot.”

“Good, me too,” I replied brilliantly.

I had so many more questions, but for some reason I didn’t ask them that day. I just squeezed my thighs together, stimulating my pussy, while my sister and I played Legos and I pictured her naked in bed with the teenage babysitter.

Continue on to Chapter 50

By Naughty Mommy

“Lie down on the bed,” I told Kate, “and spread your legs apart.”

She did.

I looked at her for a moment, at her cute young face, at her long, slim, beautiful body, her tiny swells of immature breasts, her crotch covered only by those sexy pink and white striped panties.

I could hear my mother panting and moaning just behind me. She was fucking herself, her fingers making that squishy slapping sound as she rammed them deep inside. I wondered if she was going to come while she watched me take off my sister’s undies, or if she would be able to wait.

Carla had moved around to the other side of Kate. She was touching herself too, though not as vigorously as my mom evidently was. As she stared at Kate’s body, Carla’s hands slid sensually over her own smooth skin, caressing her breasts, her belly, her thighs, and her pussy.

I leaned in close to look at Kate, at her panties. I could see the shape of her labia through the thin material, and that tempting cleft in the center. I could see something else as well, a darker area where the fabric was moistened. My little sister was getting juicy.

I touched her, placing my fingers on the wet spot, sliding them up and down a little. Kate gasped. I had never touched her quite this was before. I thought my mother might try to stop me, but she didn’t. And anyway, I didn’t care.

This was a night, I decided, when I wasn’t going to wait or ask for permission. I would go where my passion was driving me to go, do whatever I felt like doing. Maybe not everything, but a lot more than I had ever done before.

I pushed the material in, my fingers pressing the wet panties deeper between Kate’s pussy lips. It felt warm in there and I could smell her now, her sexual scent. I licked my fingers, tasting her, and then I brought my lips even closer, closer, until I was kissing my sister’s wet pussy through her undies.

“Oh, fuck, FUCK!!”

That was our mother. She was coming as she watched.

Kate looked over at her and I did too. Mommy’s eyes were open, although just barely, as she climaxed. She glanced back and forth at me and at Kate as her body shook with the power of her orgasm. It seemed important to her that she could look into our eyes, that she knew we were watching her while she came.

As she finished, she removed her fingers from her cunt, rubbing her juices on her breasts, on her nipples, and then brought her hand to her mouth, tasting herself and leering at us.

I smiled at my mom and then turned back to Kate. I kissed her pussy one more time through her pretty undies, and then I began slowly pulling them down. She still had almost no pussy hair, just the tiniest bit of light brown fuzz. Her labia were swollen and puffy, glistening with her wetness.

When I had the panties off, I held them to my face, pressing the damp spot against my nostrils, inhaling her scent. I licked the panties, sucking the crotch into my mouth, tasting her, and then I leaned over my sister and held the undies just above her nose. I wasn’t going to do what my mom had done with Carla, I wasn’t going to get rough with Kate, but I wanted to make this a really special occasion for her.

“You’re naked now, Katie,” I whispered, dangling the undies in front of her. I lowered my body on top of hers. “I took off your pink and white panties and bra, and now you’re naked.”

I kissed her once, lightly, on the lips, then looked around. “We’re both naked, we’re with another woman, in her bedroom, and she’s naked too. Our mommy is here, and we’re going to watch them having sex. They’re going to fuck each other while we watch.”

I kissed her again, a little more urgently. I heard my mother sigh. She obviously loved seeing Kate and me kiss that way.

“You and me are going to play with ourselves,” I continued, “while we watch them having sex. And I want to play with you too tonight. I want to touch you and kiss you and help you have an orgasm.”

“Oh, Julie,” Kate moaned, grabbing my face and pulling me to her. She shoved her tongue into my mouth and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tightly.

When we finished the kiss, I heard our mom take a deep breath and let it out. “All right, girls,” she said, “why don’t we, uh, let’s watch that movie now, okay?”

“Okay, Mom,” I replied. “But I really love kissing Katie this way. I could kiss her all night long.”

My sister moaned again and drew me close for another long, wet kiss. This time she wrapped not only her arms around me, but her legs too, crossing them over my bottom and pulling my crotch tightly against hers.

“That’s what the movie’s about,” Carla said softly, next to us. “It’s called French Kiss. It’s all about kissing.”

“Just kissing?” I looked up at her. “No sex?”

“Oh, yeah, there’s plenty of sex too,” she said. “But a lot of really nice kissing. You’ll like it.”

“Okay.” Kate and I unwound ourselves from each other and sat up to watch the porn video.

Carla retrieved the remote, turned on the big screen, and then started the movie. Propping up a bunch of pillows, my sister and I sat next to each other in the middle of the king-size bed, holding hands, with our mother beside me and Carla next to Kate. The brunette touched a switch beside the bed and the room lights went out.

For the next half hour, we watched as two beautiful young girls first kissed and touched, and then began fingering and licking each other. Well, we didn’t just watch, we all four masturbated too. Mommy came right away, within only a few minutes, and Kate soon after her, and then me. Carla didn’t have an orgasm until she picked up the vibrator from the bedside table and used ‘Mr. Trusty’ to give her a shrieking wet climax as she shoved the buzzing thing deep inside herself.

After Carla slowly drew the long white vibrator out of her cunt, still panting heavily and trembling all over, Kate looked at Mommy and asked, “Can I try that?”

“You mean, using the vibrator?”

“Uh-huh,” Kate nodded.

Our mother hesitated a moment, but then nodded, “Yes, I suppose you can, if you want to.”

That made me remember something I’d been meaning to ask her. “Mommy, have you ever, you know, done that too? Used a vibrator, I mean?”

She smiled at me. “Yes, precious, I have. Most of the time I prefer using my fingers, or… or someone else’s fingers and tongue, even better… but sometimes I like doing it that way.”

“Do you have one?”

“Uh-huh, I do, a couple of them.”

Carla had handed the vibrator, now switched off, to my sister, who was turning it around in her hands, studying it. The missile-shaped object gleamed with Carla’s pussy juice. Kate smiled and licked it, then giggled, “This thing is huge.”

“Yes, and you need to be careful, honey,” Mommy said. “Probably you should just use it on the outside, on your clit. And even then, it’s going to be a lot more intense than what you’re used to.”

“Can’t I put it in?” Kate asked.

“Well, you can try, I guess, but just not too far, okay?”

“Okay.”

The movie was still running, although we weren’t paying much attention to it. I glanced at the screen. The two girls were in a ‘69’ position, lips and tongues working between each other’s legs. Then I looked back at Kate. She was holding the tip of the vibrator at the opening of her vagina, as if wondering how far inside it could go.

“Just… I really think you should just start with your clit first,” our mother cautioned. “See how that feels before you put it inside.”

“All right,” said Kate. She looked at the bottom end of the vibrator, apparently trying to figure out how to turn it on.

“Here, I’ll show you,” Carla volunteered. “Twist this part, right here, and when you twist it more, it goes faster, okay?”

“Okay.” My sister switched it on. Her eyes went wide as she felt the vibration in her hands. She smiled and turned to our mom. “Now I, I just put it, like, on my clit?”

“That’s right, but be careful. The feeling is very strong.”

Kate lowered the buzzing tip of the thing to her vulva. She set it just above her slit at first, and then slid it down a little. After a second, she began shaking all over.

“Oh god, FUCK!” she cried, pulling it away. Looking sheepishly at our mother, she chuckled, “Um, sorry about that, Mommy.”

“It’s all right, honey, you can say whatever you want, I don’t mind.”

“Wow, it really is… I mean, it really is intense.”

“Yes, it is.”

“I want to do it some more.”

She placed the vibrator on her tummy again, starting slightly higher this time, and moved it down a bit, then around, feeling for a position that would give her the right sensations without overwhelming her. In a moment she found a good spot and kept it there, settling back onto the pillows, closing her eyes. “Goddamn fuck…” she whispered.

The three of us, Carla, my mom, and I, watched her. It was pretty amazing to see a little girl getting herself off that way. I wasn’t sure I wanted to try it myself, but I sure enjoyed seeing Kate get so excited. It didn’t take long at all for her to reach a peak.

“Mmm, yeah, yeah, oh fuck, oh god, I’m gonna, I’m gonna c— UNH!!” She squealed and squirmed, her slim naked body writhing, her eyes shut tight, legs wide apart, the vibrator held in place, bringing her to multiple climaxes.

She came again and again, all her muscles tensing and straining, then releasing with a rush. She became flushed red all over, especially on her chest. Between her legs I saw a milky white fluid emerge. It was kind of thick, something I hadn’t seen before. She kept this up for at least a minute, maybe two minutes, holding that thing just above her clit, making her body respond with repeated earthshaking orgasms.

Finally it seemed she couldn’t take any more. Her eyes still closed, she held the vibrator out, letting Carla take it away and turn it off. She remained leaning back on the pillows, trembling all over, sometimes wincing and gasping as residual spasms rippled through her.

We just waited and watched, letting her slowly calm down.

I couldn’t stop staring at her vagina, at that thick white discharge. I wondered what it was, and I wondered if it would taste the same as her regular pussy juice, which was clear, or if it would taste different. I wanted to find out. I decided that even if it didn’t happen tonight, someday very soon I would put my tongue inside my sister’s cunt and make her come in my mouth. And no matter what it took, even if we had to use a vibrator again, I would lick her and fuck her over and over until I saw more of that white fluid come out so I could taste it and swallow it.

I realized then that I was masturbating as I imagined eating Kate’s pussy. I was extremely juicy and very close.

With a sigh, I turned and fell back onto the pillows, next to Kate, our arms and legs touching. Rubbing my clit with one hand, I spread my labia apart with the other and cried, “Mommy, look at my pussy, look at my cunt, look how wet I am. I’m gonna come now, Mommy. Look at me, Mommy, get down close and look at me, Mommy! Look at my little girl pussy!!”

I was in a frenzy, rubbing myself frantically and calling to her, asking her to get close and look at me. I felt my orgasm swirling up from inside and I wanted her to see it, to watch me come for her — for her, it was all for her.

“Yes, darling, come for Mommy!” She knelt between my thighs, bringing her face very close to my center.

I spread my legs and my cunt lips as wide apart as I could, wanting to open myself completely for her, have her see me, see inside me, see everything as I climaxed for her.

And then it struck.

Again, as usual, my legs wanted to come together, to close around my hands as I climaxed. But my mother was prepared for this. She’d hooked her arms around my thighs so she could hold them open, so she could continue watching my orgasm, looking inside my ‘little girl pussy’ from just a few inches away.

That seemed to make it even more intense for me, having my legs held apart, knowing that my wonderful mommy was right there, her face so close to my cunt as I came for her. I didn’t know what Kate’s orgasm had been like with the vibrator, but I didn’t think it could have been any better or more fulfilling than this one was for me.

Pressing my hands over my clit, I managed to groan, “Mommy, Mommy, watch me! Watch me come for you!” And as my body shuddered with each spasm of my climax, that made my fingers rub my clit a little more, causing my orgasm to go on and last even longer.

“Yes, baby, come for Mommy, Mommy’s watching you,” I heard her say. I couldn’t see what she was doing because my eyes were closed, but as I slowly began to relax, to come down from the summit, I felt her lips kissing my hands.

I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was kissing my fingers, the fingers that were clenched over my throbbing cunt. She kissed them and licked them, tasting the juices that were oozing out.

Still trembling, still not fully recovered, I took a deep breath and slid my fingers between my moist lips, pulling them wide apart again. I wanted her to see, and I wanted something else.

“Mommy, kiss me, kiss my pussy.”

She looked up at me, into my eyes, and gave me a slight nod. “Yes, darling.” Then she returned her gaze to my sex.

“So beautiful,” I heard her whisper. “So pink and sweet and perfect.”

My mother brought her lips to my lips, my other lips, and kissed me there. I shivered with excitement as I felt her mouth meet my cunt. She held the kiss a long time, several seconds, not using her tongue but pressing in tightly against me. When she withdrew, I could see my wetness gleaming on her face, on her nose, her cheeks, her lips.

She crawled on top of me, laying her naked body over mine, and we kissed, mouth on mouth, a long, deep, french kiss. I tasted myself on her lips and felt her tongue probing inside, dancing with my tongue. I wanted her to kiss my pussy that same way, to slide her tongue inside me, and to lick me and suck my clit and make me come in her mouth. I knew that was going to happen, I had no doubt, and I hoped it would be very soon.

When we ended the kiss, we nuzzled each other for a moment, and then we both looked over at Kate and Carla. I had not thought about them much in the last few minutes, being so deeply involved in my lovemaking session with my mom. The porno movie was still playing too. I could hear it although I didn’t bother looking at the screen long enough to see what was happening.

The brunette was reclining against the headboard, cushioned by a pillow, and my sister was on top of her. They were facing the same way and had their legs spread wide apart. Kate was sitting on the woman’s middle, high enough that she could look down and see both pussies.

Carla held the long white vibrator between their legs. It was on, buzzing softly. As we watched, she pressed it inside her own cunt. We heard her moaning with pleasure. She didn’t push it in very far, only about two inches, and then slowly drew it out again, shiny with her juices. Now she lifted it slightly, tilting it up and placing the tip at the entrance to Kate’s little vagina. My sister held her lips open. She was trembling, but she seemed to be very excited about what she was doing. Carla eased the vibrator inside just a little, a half an inch, an inch, and Kate groaned, “Oh god, oh fuck…”

“Do you like that?” the woman whispered.

“God yes, don’t stop!”

“But I want it inside me too,” Carla smiled. “We’ll share, remember?”

She kissed Kate’s cheek. My sister turned to her and they kissed on the lips. When they finished, Kate nodded, “Okay.”

Carla eased the tip of the vibrator out of Kate’s pussy and returned it to her own, pressing it inside, deeper this time, maybe three or four inches. She twisted the end of it, to increase the vibration. We could see her shudder a little as the sensations spread from her vagina to her clit. She waited a moment, several moments, then drew the thing out again and carefully positioned it against Kate’s pussy. As she slid it gently inside, only about an inch again, my sister whimpered with pleasure. She turned to Carla and they kissed, a wetter kiss, using their tongues. I saw Carla’s hand go to my sister’s breasts, playing with her nipples. Then she slowly slid the vibrator out of Katie’s vagina and back inside her own.

They went back and forth like this, sharing the same toy, sharing their juices, as we watched them. That gave me an idea.

“Mommy, I want to do that too. Not with a vibrator, I mean, but I want to sit on top of you like they are and masturbate together, using our hands, at the same time. Can we do that?”

She smiled and kissed me. “Of course we can, darling.”

We shifted around on the bed until my mom was leaning against the headboard and I was on top of her. She hugged me first, a tight, warm hug, then put her hands over my breasts, squeezing them and pinching the nipples more roughly than she usually did. It hurt a little bit but it felt good too. As she was playing with me that way, she kissed my neck and lightly bit me. I jumped when she did that.

“Do you remember when Melissa gave you a hickey, baby?”

I nodded.

“Tonight I’m going to do that too. But this hickey won’t be from another girl, from a girlfriend, it will be from your own mommy. Of course you can’t tell anyone that, you know.”

That made me giggle. “I know.”

My mom ran her hands up and down my body, stroking me, almost as if she were stroking herself. She slid her palm between my legs, keeping her fingers outstretched, and rubbed the top of my mound with her hand. It felt delicious. Then I realized that she was sucking on my neck. It pinched, it hurt, it burned — and god I wanted more. I wanted everything from her.

She finished and licked my neck where she’d been sucking on it. Wrapping her arms around me, she squeezed me tightly. “That’s going to be a big one, a dark one, honey,” she chuckled. “You’re going to have some explaining to do.”

“I don’t mind.”

Taking a deep breath, she said, “All right, now, put your hand over mine. Your left hand.”

She held out her right hand and I laid my left hand over it. Those hands went down to her pussy. Placing her left hand over the top of my right hand, that pair went to my pussy. We began masturbating. I closed my eyes.

It was amazing. I rubbed my clit and felt her hand not only following mine, but aiding it, helping me stimulate myself. I tried doing the same with my hand over hers between her legs, not only feeling where her fingers went, but leading them where I wanted them to go. We were masturbating in unison. It was heavenly.

I closed my eyes so I could savor the feelings. And then I realized how it felt to me: it was as if our two bodies, my mother’s and mine, had merged somehow. I tried to tell her what I was experiencing.

“Mommy, this is, this is, I don’t know, it’s almost like you and me have just one body with two pussies. Or maybe like we have two pussies that really are only one and we share it or something.”

“I know, lover, it’s nice, so very nice” she whispered, softly kissing my neck. “Now, baby girl, show me how you like to touch yourself, on both pussies at the same time. Can you do that?”

“Okay.”

I rubbed my own clit with my fingers, showing her how I gave myself orgasms. With my other hand, I pressed her fingers into the position where mine were, until she was following the same motions that I used on myself. It seemed to work really well with her. I felt her body stirring beneath me and heard her breath coming faster.

“Oh god,” she moaned, “Julie, I’m getting close already.”

I wasn’t that close yet. It would take a little while longer. But then I thought that maybe if she showed me what she liked to do, it might be enough for me.

“Mommy, you, um, you move your fingers on your pussy the way you like it, and I’ll follow you. And I’ll keep rubbing myself the way I like it, okay?”

“Yes, honey. Mommy wants her darling angel to come. I want to feel your hot little pussy while you come, and I want you to feel me too.”

Meanwhile, beside us on the bed, Kate and Carla were each on the verge of orgasms. Apparently they’d managed to switch the vibrator back and forth between their cunts fast enough that they were ready to climax at almost the same time. I don’t know how they did it, and I wasn’t about to stop what we were doing and look, but I could hear them making sounds that meant they were both right on the edge.

And I was getting closer now too. As I rubbed my clit, my mother’s hand rubbed it as well, her fingers not only over my fingers, but reaching in between them, caressing me. It was so exciting!

Between her legs, I felt her hand pressing down, deeper into her sex, between her lips where it was hot and slippery and so inviting. Her fingers reached her vagina, her opening, and my fingers followed hers. Then I felt her twine the first and second fingers of her hand around my index finger and without stopping she slid the bunch inside her opening, inside herself, two of her fingers and one of mine.

Oh my god, I suddenly realized, it’s actually happening! My finger is inside my mother’s cunt!!

And then I came.

As it turned out, I started coming before her, even though I’d thought it would take me longer. But as my climax began, I still had enough awareness to sense that she was almost there too. Holding my finger tightly between hers, she pumped them in and out of her pussy a few times and that was all she needed.

We came together.

Continue on to Chapter 49

By Naughty Mommy

Mommy sat up on the bed, smiling. “Okay, Carla, your turn. You can tell us how you would like to be undressed.”

“Ooh, how fun,” the woman giggled.

Standing between me and Kate, she looked at us, first at my sister and then at me. She was still almost completely clothed, with only her shoes off. She held out her arms. “Let’s do it nice and slow, like your mom said. Start with the cufflinks.”

Her cream-colored blouse had french cuffs, closed with pearl cufflinks. I flipped the little clasp on one link and Kate did the other and we removed them. We handed them to our mother, who got up and placed them on top of Carla’s vanity.

“Now, Kate, you unbutton my blouse while the others watch.”

“Okay.” My sister stood in front of the sexy brunette and slowly began to undo the buttons. When the blouse was open, Kate pushed back the sides. “Wow…”

Carla was, and still is, an exceptionally beautiful woman. All the women and girls my mom chooses to sleep with are pretty, of course, but this one was something special. Her smooth skin was like porcelain, almost pure white. Those exotic deep brown eyes, her wide mouth and full lips, and oh, such tantalizing tits. I squeezed my thighs together as I looked at her.

The ivory bra I’d glimpsed inside the restaurant held the woman’s breasts up and pushed them together, forming the most inviting cleavage. The fabric was lacy and delicate, thin enough to clearly show the shape of her erect nipples. We all admired her for a moment, standing there in front of us with her blouse open.

She seemed to savor our appreciative attention. Carla was someone, I realized then, for whom the joy of looking works the other way around too, where she really likes to be the person everyone is staring at. And we certainly were doing that.

Finally, she said, “Suzanne, will you remove my blouse?”

“Yes.”

Mommy went behind her and eased the elegant satin blouse off her shoulders and down her arms, laying it on a chair.

“Julie, you can unzip my skirt.”

I did, and then Kate and I slowly slid the pencil skirt down her legs. She stepped out of it. She was wearing pantyhose, dark brown. Underneath we could see a pair of lace panties that matched her bra.

My mother was gently massaging Carla’s neck and shoulders. The brunette sighed in pleasure and closed her eyes for a moment. “Mmm, that feels nice.”

I looked at her lips, at her face. She was wearing makeup, quite a bit, in fact, but it was so expertly done that it wasn’t that noticeable unless you looked closely. At 12 years old, I hardly wore any, just lip gloss sometimes. But I started to think maybe I should try using more.

She opened her eyes. “All right, now my pantyhose. Girls?”

My sister and I hooked our fingers inside the waistband and tugged the pantyhose down. Our mom helped too, and soon Carla’s legs were bare. They were smooth and white and very slender. I looked at her crotch, wondering what her pussy might be like. Would she be totally shaved, like some of the women I’d seen, or just trimmed, like my mother? Could she have a full bush of dark curly hair? I was curious to find out!

Then an idea occurred to me.

I remembered what our mom had said to Kate and me about the thrill of discovery as you began to slide your hand inside a woman’s undies for the first time, not knowing what your fingers would feel.

I had to ask. “Mommy? Um, could I do something?”

“What, sweetie?”

I took a deep breath, unsure of how to begin. “Well, um, I was thinking that I, um, can I try putting my hand inside her undies? Just to feel, I mean? You know, to see what she’s like?”

My mother chuckled. “I know what you mean. Yes, it’s all right with me, if that’s what Carla wants. Just to feel, though, okay? Not to do anything else.”

“I know.”

We both looked at Carla. She smiled and shrugged. “Sure, go ahead, I don’t mind.”

I stepped closer to her, putting one hand on her shoulder. Her skin was soft and warm. The other hand went to her tummy, gradually moving down, then slipping inside the top of her ivory panties.

Her skin was even warmer there. I let my fingers feel their way until I found some hair. It was short, closely trimmed like my mom’s, I could tell. My fingers moved further down, slowly exploring. I heard Carla suck her breath in, gasping, as I touched her pussy lips.

Her labia were thick and full. They were hairless but sort of ridged. I’d never felt anything like it. Carla was trembling under my touch. I moved down a little more, and then — yes, I could feel something slippery and wet. She moaned.

Now, did I dare to press a finger between her lips, probing within until I found her vagina? I wanted to, very much, but I didn’t. That would come soon enough, I knew.

Instead I drew my hand slowly upward, gliding along her labia, then over her pubic hair, and out. Lifting my fingers to my face, I smelled them. I tasted her. A soft flavor, slightly spicy, like nutmeg. It was good. I wanted more. I almost put my hand back inside her undies, but then Kate said, “I wanna do it too!”

“All right,” grinned my mother. “Okay with you, Carla?”

“Of course.”

“But just touching, Kate, nothing else.”

Instead of staying at her side as I had, my sister stepped in front of Carla. Standing on her toes, she kissed her on the lips. I wish I’d thought of that! Then she used one hand to pull the waistband of the panties out a bit and put the other hand inside. She didn’t take things as slowly as I had, either. She pushed her hand down and it almost looked as if she grabbed Carla’s vulva. The woman shuddered and moaned. “Ohh…”

Kate’s hand began sliding up and down. She was looking into Carla’s eyes. They stared at each other for a moment, and just when I thought they were about to kiss, my mom took Kate’s hand in hers and removed it from Carla’s panties, saying, “That’s — that’s enough for now, I think.”

“Okay,” Kate giggled.

Mommy gave her a somewhat comical frown and Kate giggled again as she licked her fingers.

Carla was breathing hard. I could see beads of perspiration on her upper lip. She took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm herself.

“Would you like Kate to unhook your bra?” Mommy asked.

The woman nodded.

Kate went behind her. As she unfastened the bra, the straps slipped off Carla’s shoulders. I was excited to see what her nipples would look like. For a second, the brunette held the bra in place with her hands so it still covered her nipples, but then she let it slide down. Her pale breasts were nearly perfect, nicely rounded though not as large as they had seemed in the push-up bra. The nipples had small, dark brown areola, and were fully erect.

“Mmm, so beautiful,” I heard my mother sigh as she stepped past me, taking a place in front of Carla. “Girls, come close here and look.”

My sister and I stood next to her, on either side. “Get in real close,” Mommy repeated. We moved in until our faces were only a few inches from Carla’s chest.

“Look at these nipples. Aren’t they exquisite?” After licking the ends of her fingers, our mother teased the very tips of Carla’s nipples, which seemed to make them grow even stiffer.

“Just look at them,” Mommy whispered. We watched as she took the woman’s hard nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, twisting and pinching them. Carla moaned.

I felt my pussy getting wet. We were all breathing heavily now — and two of us were still fully dressed!

Our mother stepped back. “Okay, now for the panties…”

She knelt. “I’ll take them off. You two watch me.” We got down beside her.

Slowly our mother inched the lacy panties down, revealing smooth white skin and then a patch of pubic hair. As more came into view, we discovered that Carla trimmed her hair in a rectangle instead of in a little triangle like my mom’s. I’m not sure which I preferred. I guess it doesn’t matter. I just like pussies, period!

The undies were pulled down further and we saw her labia. They were thick and full, dark brown, shiny with moisture near the bottom.

Mommy slid the panties still lower, then all the way down Carla’s legs and off. But she didn’t set them aside. She held them in front of us. “Can you see?” she whispered.

My sister and I peered inside the ivory undies. We could easily see a large wet spot, gleaming with sticky fluids. Our mother extended her tongue and licked the panties. “Mmm, nice.” She held them out so Kate could have a lick, and did the same with me.

We each tasted Carla’s pussy juice inside her undies, and then our mom did something shocking. She bunched the panties up in her hand and pressed them against the woman’s labia, pushing them between the thick folds, rubbing them up and down. She kept shoving them in further and further until they almost disappeared completely.

My eyes were wide. I could scarcely believe what I was seeing. It was so sexy! I heard Carla groan with pleasure as my mother began to draw the panties out, very very slowly, little by little. Now those undies were really wet.

When they were all the way out, Mommy got to her feet, indicating with a glance that we should follow her. We stood and watched as she held the panties just in front of Carla’s nose. “Smell yourself. Do you like it?”

She started rubbing the wet panties under the woman’s nostrils, gently at first, then over her lips, a little harder, and then all around her face, starting to get rough. “Do you like it? Huh? Does it make you hot?”

“Yes!” Carla gasped.

“You like it when I rub your dirty wet panties all over your fucking face, you little cunt?”

This must have been a kind of erotic game they played. It was incredible to see and so exciting.

“You bitch! You dirty fucking bitch! You look so classy, so proper, but down inside you’re just a fucking little whore, aren’t you!”

“Yes! I am!!”

“God, Mommy…” Kate moaned. I looked at her. She had a hand under her denim skirt, rubbing herself. I suddenly realizing I was touching myself too. I’m not sure when I’d started, but I was stroking my pussy through my undies and they were very wet.

Our mother kept rubbing the panties on Carla’s face, making her lick the crotch and calling her dirty names, until finally she kissed her, shoving her tongue into her mouth, both women groaning and panting. As the kiss ended, Mommy pulled back, stepping away from her, smiling and licking her lips. Carla was grinning too and breathing very hard.

“Wow,” I whispered.

Then my mother looked at me. “Okay, Julie girl. You’re next.”

My mind raced and my stomach began to flutter as I wondered what games my mom might want to play with me. Would she do the same thing, pushing my panties up inside my cunt and then rubbing them on my face? Or something else?

The answer was, something else.

“Lie down on the bed, baby.”

“On the bed?”

My mother nodded.

“Um, okay.”

When I was on my back in the middle of the bed, still dressed, of course, Mommy said, “Carla, take off her shoes.”

The gorgeous brunette was still laboring to catch her breath, her face flushed from all the excitement, but without hesitation — almost obediently — she leaned over my feet and began to undo the ankle straps on my stiletto heels. After removing the shoes, she placed them carefully on the floor.

“Now kiss her feet. Kiss them and lick them,” Mommy instructed. “Don’t tickle her, but make her aroused.”

“Yes, mistress.”

Mistress?? What did that mean? I wasn’t really sure.

But anyway, Carla took my foot in her hands, my right foot first, and began massaging it, which felt surprisingly good. I’d never had a foot massage before. As she was rubbing the foot, she lifted it up and sucked my big toe into her mouth. It tickled a tiny bit but it also felt unbelievably nice. Her tongue was so warm and delicious. I soon started to imagine how it would feel to have that tongue licking not just my foot but my pussy, and as I thought about that I felt a shiver of arousal run up my spine. I laid my head back on the bed and closed my eyes and just luxuriated in the sensations. God, it was so great. A beautiful naked woman kissing and licking my feet. How could it get any better?

She finished with one foot, kissing each of the toes one by one the way I had kissed my mommy’s toes earlier, and then she set my foot gently on the bed and picked up the other one. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the brand-new experience. Never had I imagined I could get so totally turned on just by having someone’s mouth and fingers playing with my feet. But I was.

As Carla finished with the second foot and tenderly set it down, I thought to myself, I need to open my eyes now, see what’s coming next. But it was like I was on opium or some kind of drug — utterly relaxed and yet so keyed up, so alive to what I was feeling — every nerve ending wide awake but my mind in sort of a trance state, floating in space.

“Now do her hands.” That was my mother’s voice, only it was far away. My eyes were still closed. I couldn’t open them. Then I felt someone, Carla I supposed, pick up one of my hands and begin massaging it. She sensually stroked each of my fingers and the palm of my hand and my wrist and my lower arm… and I became even more relaxed, drifting still farther away, until…

I was somewhere else, in a room, lying on my back, on a table, naked, and around me, women and girls, all naked, touching me, touching me everywhere, my skin oiled, slick, warm, all the hands, all 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…

 

“Julie? Julie?”

I opened my eyes. Where was I? Oh yes, on Carla’s bed. I realized then that I must have been moaning very loudly.

“Are you okay?” my mother asked.

“Yeah, I… sorry,” I giggled, “I just got too into it, I guess.”

Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself up on my elbows and looked around. My mother was on the bed, naked, holding my hand. Kate was staring at me, wide-eyed. Carla stood back, also naked, smiling as if perhaps she had a sense of where I’d been.

“I never knew it was possible,” my mom said, her eyebrows raised, “for someone to have an orgasm just from a hand massage. But I’m glad you enjoyed it so much.”

I hadn’t actually had an orgasm. I don’t think so, anyway. But whatever it was, a dream, a hallucination, I loved it. It was scary in a way, but exciting too. I wondered what it would take to make it happen again.

I grinned at them. “It was really nice.”

“So, are you ready for more now?” Mommy asked.

“Yeah, definitely!”

“Okay, then let’s do the belt next.”

“Okay.”

My mom unbuckled the wide leather belt and gently tugged it out from under me. Before setting it aside, she held it across her breasts like it was a sexy top and posed for us. We giggled about that. Then she motioned to Carla and Kate, “Come on, you two, help me with her sweater.”

They all knelt on the bed around me and slowly began to pull my thin sweater up, little by little. I was breathing harder, feeling my excitement grow as more of my skin was revealed.

When the sweater reached the undersides of my breasts, my mother whispered, “Slowly now…”

…and they inched the material higher… …by just a tiny bit… …showing the barely-there swell of my immature titties… …then the light pink of my areola… …and my puffy nipples…

I heard sighs of appreciation and passion as my young breasts came into view.

“So beautiful,” sighed Mommy.

They took the sweater off over my head and looked at me. I put my hands on my titties and squeezed them, making the nipples stand up tall for them to see.

“Just so beautiful,” Mommy repeated, licking her lips. Then she took a deep breath and said, “Now the skirt.”

Shifting down on the bed, they slipped their fingers inside the elastic waistband of my black knit skirt. I lifted my bottom and they slid the skirt out from under me and slowly down my legs. I was almost naked now, nothing but my undies left.

“I want to take those off,” said my mom. “You two can watch.”

She knelt between my legs and bent down to kiss my belly, very softly, just above the top of the red hipster panties. She sighed and kissed a little lower… on my panties… on my mound… and still lower, on my pussy lips… I shivered with arousal. She smiled up at me, and her fingers went inside the waistband of the panties, pulling the material away from my skin, and then — and then she used her teeth to pull the undies down, with only a little assistance from her hands. It was so sexy, seeing my mother take off my panties with her teeth!

When the undies were off, Mommy held them to her face and smelled the crotch, inhaling my feminine scent. She kissed the inside of the panties, leering at me, gave a little giggle, and then turned to look at Kate. She was next.

But I interrupted. “Wait, um, could you maybe do something?”

“Sure, sweetie, what is it? What do you you want?”

“Well, I’d really like it if you could — all of you I mean — if you could, like, put your hands on me for a minute and kind of massage me all over.”

“All over?”

“Yeah, I mean, like, just massage me. But with all of your hands at once. Six hands.”

“Of course, baby, if that’s what you want.”

And so they did.

They gathered around and I closed my eyes and soon I felt their hands, so many hands, caressing my body, hands and fingers on my breasts, on my legs, on my belly, on my chest, on my arms and on my hands, on my face and in my hair, on my neck, on my feet, hands everywhere, all over, touching my nipples, playing with them, sliding up my legs, caressing the inner part of my thighs — oh, it made me so wet! It was incredibly exciting, just like in my dream or whatever that had been.

After a couple of minutes, my mom said, “How’s that, baby? Okay?”

“Perfect,” I sighed, opening my eyes and smiling at them.

I sat up. “Kate’s turn now, right?”

“Yes,” Mommy nodded, “we saved the youngest for last.”

My sister seemed very excited, her pretty brown eyes big and round as she looked at each of us in turn.

“Come here, Katie,” our mother whispered.

They were kneeling on the bed, already close to each other. Mommy leaned in, bringing her lips to Kate’s, and they shared a soft kiss. Then she said, “Darling girl, I’m so happy you’ve joined us, me and your sister.”

My mom glanced at me, smiling warmly. “This is what I’ve always wanted. Now, all we need… is…” She didn’t finish her sentence, but shuddered slightly and lifted a hand to her breast, pinching the erect nipple. Then she licked her lips and pulled Kate closer, kissing her deeply.

I was almost sure she was going to say something like ‘all we need is Molly’ but for some reason she didn’t come out and say that. Just thinking about it, though, made me feel even more aroused.

I put a hand on my tits, caressing them and playing with my nipples as I watched my mother and my sister kiss each other so passionately. How fantastic it would be to have Molly here with us too! Could that really happen? I sure hoped it would.

When they ended the long wet kiss, Mommy said, “All right, baby girl, you can tell us how you want to do this, how you want us to take off your clothes.”

“Oh, um,” Kate hesitated, looking around at us again. Then she smiled at me, “I want to have Julie take off my bra. And my panties. But I guess, um, Mommy, you can take off my shirt — oh, except wait, you said everyone’s supposed to do it together, right?”

Our mother chuckled, “It doesn’t matter. We can do it however you like. Want to start with your shirt?”

“Yeah, I think. Um, no, wait.” She stuck out her legs. “Carla, can you take off my shoes first?”

“Yes, miss.”

Carla crawled around to be closer. She opened the zippers on each ankle boot and gently removed them, placing the shoes on the floor. Then she took my sister’s feet in her hands, one by one, and massaged them, kissing them and sucking on her toes. Kate seemed to enjoy it a lot, though she didn’t have nearly the extreme reaction that I had.

“And now my shirt. Uh, Mommy, will you unbutton it?”

“Of course, angel.”

As she took a position in front of Kate, our mother held her own breasts in her hands, squeezing them again and pinching the nipples. She really loves touching herself that way. After giving Kate a tender kiss, she slowly began to open the buttons on the white shirt. When the little bra came into view, she cooed, “Ooh, how nice.”

With the shirt open, Mommy and Carla each took a sleeve and slid the garment off my sister’s arms. Then they unzipped and removed her denim skirt. Now Katie was ready for me, in the pink and white bra and panties we both loved so much.

I got onto my knees and took her hands in mine. Looking deeply into her eyes, I said, “Do you remember what you told me? That it had to be for something really special?”

She nodded. She knew exactly what I was saying.

We gazed into each other’s eyes a moment longer, sharing a bond of sisterly closeness. I whispered, “I love you, Kate,” and we kissed.

“Mmm,” I heard my mother sighing. I glanced to the side and saw that she had begun masturbating as she watched her daughters kissing.

I touched the bra, caressing the smooth satin. In the center of each cup I could feel little bumps, my sister’s hard nipples. I kissed her again and then reached behind her back, unhooking the bra. I let it fall away, setting it on the bed.

Then I did what my mom had done with Carla. I said, “Come close and look at her.” My mother and Carla moved in next to me.

“Look at her nipples, how perfect they are.” I wet my fingertips and teased the ends of Kate’s tiny nipples, making them even stiffer. I remembered the word my mom had used and whispered, “So exquisite.”

Kate was breathing hard, moaning under my touch. I decided to go a step further. Extending my tongue, I flicked it over the tip of each nipple, repeatedly, again and again, until I could hear her gasping with excitement.

“Mmm, I love you Katie,” I told her. Then I kissed her wet nipples and sat back to look at her.

My sister’s face was flushed, her eyes hooded, her lips parted and moist. She was just a girl, a 10-year-old little girl, and I was only 12. As my mom had said, we were still children. But we knew what sex was, and we both wanted it.

“Now the undies,” I whispered.

Continue on to Chapter 48

By Naughty Mommy

This little story has special meaning for me, because it is the first piece of erotica I ever posted online for people to read. I’d been composing dirty stories for well over a decade, but always just for my own enjoyment or to share with my lover. Now, however, I was taking a big leap and putting myself out there, exposing my work to public scrutiny.

The date was November 4, 2012, the venue was Lesbian Lolita — and the response was absolutely wonderful, so supportive, complimentary, and gratifying. That gave me courage to begin posting more of my erotica and eventually led to where we are today.

Now, open up your blouse, take out your breast, begin fondling your nipple, and…

 

I heard the back door slam. School was done for the day and Tiffany was home. Now I would have to face the situation once again. Every weekday afternoon, I looked forward to this time while also fearing what it meant for us.

Weekends were different. It still happened, but it happened repeatedly, throughout the day, all day long. It was a comfortable habit, just the way we were.

It was the weekdays, when she had to go to school, that were difficult for me. After my little girl would go away teary-eyed in the morning, saying how much she would miss me, and then I would have hours to myself to think about what we were doing — before she would come running home in the afternoon, bursting eagerly through the door — that was when I was beset with doubts.

For the moment, however, I had no more time to think about it, because my Tiffany was there. She was with me again. Racing into the house, letting the door slam behind her as she always did, carelessly dropping her books and her lunchbox on the floor, she flung herself into my arms.

“Oh my darling girl, my sweet precious baby girl,” I hugged her tightly, kissing her cheeks, her mouth, her neck.

Her little legs were wrapped around me, squeezing me. “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy,” she panted, in between her own flurry of kisses on my neck, my cheeks, and my lips.

* * *

Tiffany was 8 years old, in the third grade. To me, she was an angel, the most adorable creature I had ever seen or could ever hope to see. Her shining hair was golden blonde and curly, forming a halo around her face. She had pale skin, sprinkled with a few freckles, a tiny nose, and big blue eyes. Her mouth was like an invitation, sweet and soft and kissable.

I loved to dress my darling daughter in beautiful clothes, making her look even more enchanting. I would spend a lot of money that way, finding only the most feminine and alluring little outfits for her to wear, so she would appear to me both like an innocent child and like a tantalizing, seductive young girl, all at once.

For school, of course, I generally toned down this effect, although she still looked completely charming every day. But I reserved the emphasis on her sex appeal for when she was home with me and we were alone together.

* * *

Today Tiffany was wearing a frilly white blouse under a blue velvet jumper, with white tights and black patent leather shoes. In her hair was a blue ribbon that matched the color of her jumper and her eyes. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips naturally pink and full. I kissed her mouth again and again.

Finally she relaxed the grip of her legs around my waist. We sat down on the sofa together, my precious baby girl in my lap. After taking off her shoes, she began to unbutton my blouse. I felt my breath coming faster. Even before Tiffany had my blouse open, my nipples were hard and ready for her.

Leaning down, sighing with desire, my daughter took one of my long nipples into her mouth and settled in for her afternoon feeding.

I had no milk. I hadn’t had any since around the time she’d started kindergarten, more than three years earlier. But she didn’t care about that. It wasn’t milk my little girl was sucking for, it was closeness.

I petted her, kissing her forehead, murmuring softly to her. The beautiful child was curled in my lap, her eyes closed in contentment, her small hands holding and gently squeezing my breast as she sucked on the nipple. I slid a hand slowly up her thigh, under her jumper, and caressed her bottom.

We remained that way for perhaps ten or fifteen minutes, and all the time my excitement continued to grow. I knew what was coming next.

* * *

On weekdays, Tiffany would usually have a feeding first thing in the morning, another in the afternoon as soon as she got home from school, one more after dinner, and a final feeding at bedtime. On weekends, we had less of a regular schedule, just whenever she felt the need for me, typically every two or three hours. I let her sleep in my bed on Fridays and Saturdays, and often during the night, I would wake up to find my daughter’s mouth at one of my breasts, hungrily sucking on the nipple.

From the time when she was a newborn, I had loved breast-feeding. I never wanted it to stop, and neither, it turned out, did she. After she began school, I made a few half-hearted efforts to break us of the habit, but to no avail.

Of course, I had to wonder how long we could keep this up. She was already 8 years old, what about when she was 11 or 12 years old? Or 16? Would we still be doing it then? And if not, how might the two of us adapt to that loss of closeness?

Those were the questions that plagued me during the day when she was away at school. No matter how deeply I thought about it, though, I could never come up with a satisfactory answer. It seemed as if we would have to stop someday. But when? And how?

* * *

When she was ready to switch to the other nipple, Tiffany shifted around on my lap, allowing me to hike up my skirt. Just as I never wore a bra when we were alone together, I also never wore panties.

Now I leaned sideways, reclining against the sofa’s cushioned arm. My little girl settled in next to me, laying on her side, her face at the level of my breasts. I had one foot on the floor and my other leg was extended along the length of the sofa.

Tiffany smiled prettily up at me, and I whispered, “I love you.” My baby blew me a little kiss before bringing her mouth down to my nipple.

I had one arm around her shoulders, hugging her to me. With my other hand, I was stroking her, petting her hair, caressing her soft cheeks. My daughter held my breast in her hands, gently squeezing it as she sucked on the nipple.

After about a minute of this, she lifted one of her hands from my breast and took me by the wrist, moving my hand to the other side of my chest. Her eyes, which had been shut, now opened again so she could watch as she placed my hand over my breast. Her fingers closed over mine, and she made me begin squeezing my own nipple.

This was a ritual she and I had practiced since she was just a little girl, perhaps three or four years old. Apparently she’d noticed that sometimes I liked to play with my own nipple, fondling it and caressing it while she was sucking on the other one. I wouldn’t do it all the time, though, and when I didn’t, she began to forcibly take my hand in hers, moving it to my breast. I presume that was because she enjoyed watching me do that. I’d never asked her about it. It was just something we did.

But that wasn’t all we did. After Tiffany had watched me play with my nipple for several minutes while she sucked on the other one, she reached over to my hand again, taking it away from my breast. She slowly moved it down this time… down, further down… until it reached my crotch.

* * *

This second part of our ritual had begun more recently, just two years before, when Tiffany was six years old. Late one Friday evening, we were in my bed, cuddling, both of us naked, and she was sucking on my nipples. For whatever reason, I found myself becoming intensely excited that night, much more than usual. I’d always experienced a certain amount of sexual arousal from breast-feeding her, even when she was only a baby. As the years went by, I became more and more heated whenever she would do it.

That evening, as her mouth and tongue worked on my nipples, I was unable to resist the urge to reach down between my legs and caress myself. It was something I’d had the desire to do many times before then, but I’d always found the strength to wait until later, until after she’d fallen asleep, before I quietly masturbated. This time, I couldn’t wait.

The room was only dimly lit and the sheets were covering my body below the waist, so I told myself that my daughter wouldn’t know what I was doing. And certainly, even if she noticed something, she wouldn’t have any idea that it was a sexual act.

I began to rub my clit, and within a few minutes I was approaching orgasm. The knowledge that I was crossing a boundary, breaking a taboo, somehow made it even more arousing to me. I kept telling myself to stop, to wait, to slow down, but it was no use. I’d already gone too far.

I climaxed that night, and the very next night I did the same thing. I touched myself in bed while Tiffany sucked on my nipples, and I climaxed again.

But then I decided I couldn’t continue that way, that it just wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair for me to take sexual pleasure from my daughter’s innocent way of showing me affection.

So you see, I wanted to stop, but she wouldn’t let me.

It was only two days later when she took my hand in hers for the first time and moved it down to my crotch. Since then, she does it at every feeding.

* * *

“My darling, darling girl, Mommy loves you so much.”

We were on the sofa. I was whispering endearments to her, looking down at the pretty blue ribbon in her golden blonde hair. Tiffany had her mouth on my nipple, and her hand on my hand between my legs.

She likes to feel my movements as I masturbate. Her little hand lays directly over mine, her fingers following the action of my fingers as I massage my clit. When I slide a finger between my pussy lips, dipping down to tease the opening to my vagina, feeling the heat and wetness at my center, her hand is there too. It’s almost as if she is masturbating me.

It usually takes me at least five or ten minutes to reach orgasm. And that’s perfectly fine, of course. I’m never in a hurry. What could be better than having a beautiful blonde angel sucking on my nipples, occasionally looking up into my eyes and smiling at me, as I stimulate myself and gradually approach a climax?

* * *

After I finished coming that afternoon, Tiffany moved up on the sofa and kissed my mouth. We held each other very close for a while, tenderly stroking and kissing each other, a mother and child so deeply happy together.

Later, I made a nice dinner for us, and then before bed, I gave her a bath, making sure to wash her perfect little body very carefully and thoroughly. She had another feeding before going to sleep, and I had another orgasm.

Someday, perhaps, we will have to stop. Or, possibly, we will go even further.

I’m beginning to think I shouldn’t worry so much all the time. In fact, I’m wondering now if Tiffany might like me to touch her between her legs and give her the same kind of pleasure that she has seen me give myself.

Yes, I might just try that. Maybe even tomorrow.

By Naughty Mommy

Carla returned shortly, carrying a designer purse and wearing a beautiful overcoat. She sure does have some nice clothes and stuff, I thought to myself.

Giving us a dazzling smile, she said, “Let’s go!”

Ten minutes later, we found a parking space in the crowded lot of a restaurant. As we were getting out, Carla pulled into a spot close to ours. She climbed out of her cute little sports car, showing us lots of leg.

The place was called Starlight Grill. I’d never been there before. A whole lot of people were waiting for tables, but Carla went up to the seating person and said something to her, and they took us in right away.

It was really dark inside, with soft music playing. It seemed like the kind of place you would go for a romantic evening or something. I noticed that most of the other diners were nicely dressed. Some of them looked at us as we walked past.

We were seated at a small table for four. Carla was on my left, my mom on my right, and Kate across from me. The atmosphere was intimate, with the only light coming from candles in the center of each table. People spoke in low, hushed tones.

Someone came to take our drink orders, and then someone else brought two little cups with olives in them, and then someone else gave us big heavy menus to look at, and still another person put tiny plates in front of us with toasted bread that had pasty stuff on it.

After that we got our drinks (Cokes for me and Kate, martinis for Mom and Carla), and at last we were alone and could talk, quietly.

“You remember Carla from when we met her before, don’t you, Julie?” my mother asked.

“Yeah, I… I remember her.”

The woman looked at me, licking her lips. And then, as I watched, she slid a finger down the front of her blouse, pulling it open just slightly so I could see inside. She wore a lacy ivory-colored bra that covered very little. Her full breasts were pushed up, swelling together. The cleavage was enticing.

I swallowed as I took in the sexy display. When I looked up at her face, she winked at me and let the blouse close up again.

“I didn’t tell you about this before, girls,” my mom said, “because, well, because I wasn’t sure at first if Carla would be interested in what we are interested in. But it turns out she is.”

“I certainly am.”

The brunette smiled at each of us in turn, starting with me, then my mother, and then Kate. When she looked at Kate, she crossed her legs under the table and I think she must have rubbed her foot on my sister’s leg or something, because Kate suddenly gave a start and stared at Carla. Even in the dim light, I could see that she was blushing.

“Anyway,” my mom continued, “she and I have been seeing each other for a couple of months now, and recently we had a conversation that led us to, uh, to where we are tonight.”

“And where are we tonight?” I asked a little too loudly, surprising myself.

Mommy put her hand over mine, smiling warmly. In a soft voice, she said, “We are out with a very beautiful woman. The four of us are going to have a delicious dinner, and then after that my sexy young daughters and I will go to her house, where we will slowly take off each other’s clothes.”

She gazed into my eyes and then down at my lips. I thought she was going to kiss me, but as she began to lean toward me, she stopped and glanced around, apparently realizing it might cause a scene, and settled back into her seat with a sigh.

I noticed then that Carla had taken Kate’s hand in hers, and was gently rubbing her fingers. Kate seemed to be tense, but I think she was also getting very aroused.

My mom took a sip of her martini. Then she said, “Carla and I like to watch porn together.”

Kate’s head whipped around. Her eyes wide, she blurted, “Porn?”

Mommy patted her hand, chuckling, “Not so loud, my love.”

“Oh, sorry,” my sister giggled.

“That’s all right,” my mother smiled.

After taking another sip of her drink, she went on, “But yes, we both enjoy looking at porn. Carla has some really hot movies with girls kissing and touching and licking each other. Maybe we can watch one of them tonight. Would you like that?”

Kate nodded enthusiastically. My mother looked over at me, and I nodded too.

“God, I love porn,” Carla told us. “Almost every night I put on a movie and get out a vibrator and fuck myself until I come again and again.”

I could hardly believe they were talking like this in the middle of a high-class restaurant. I squirmed in my seat. My red undies were damp between my legs.
That’s how our evening went. We had a very nice dinner, although to be honest I don’t remember much about what we ate because I was so distracted by the conversation.

Both my mom and Carla continued talking dirty, telling me and my sister about the porno movies they’d watched together and describing to us in detail the different ways they made love, using language I’m sure would have shocked anyone else in the restaurant. As I listened, I kept squeezing my legs together, making my pussy tingle. I really wanted to come.

Eventually we finished eating, and then the women had coffee. It seemed like it was taking forever. I was eager to go, wanting to get to Carla’s place so Kate and I could watch them having sex, and so we could kiss each other and masturbate and look at lesbian porn and do as much with them as they would let us do — which I hoped would be a lot.

At last we got the check. They argued over who would pay, and my mom finally won. Carla said the next time it would be on her.

We followed in our car behind Carla’s, soon pulling into a place that had a gate with an attendant. We drove in and parked, then walked with her to her door. She lived in a two-story townhouse. It was really nice inside, with lots of expensive-looking furniture, the kind they sold at the store where she worked.

I soon learned why she had so much fancy stuff, and such beautiful clothes too. She served us drinks (Cokes again for me and Kate, but brandy this time for her and my mom), and then began to talk.

“Oscar is really good to me,” Carla said, as she waved her hand around. “I could never afford all this otherwise. He’s a very nice man, attractive. I enjoy his company, and his wife is a doll. ”

She swirled the brandy in the glass, took a drink, and chuckled, “Her name is Regina. What an amazing body she has. Totally hot. She’s not much older than I am, even though Oscar’s almost 60.”

Once more I could hardly believe what I was hearing. Was this woman really saying that she was being kept in this luxurious apartment by a man so he could have sex with her whenever he wanted? And that his wife was part of it too? Yes, that is what she was saying.

“I don’t really see him that often. Maybe four or five times a year. Mostly they stay in London. That’s where his business is primarily.”

It turned out that Oscar Grayson owned the furniture store. He had several other stores like it in England and in Europe, with a few in the US.

“About half the time when he comes to visit, he brings someone else. Not Regina, I mean, but another woman. Although sometimes it’s Regina and another woman. Or two or three other women.” She giggled and took another big drink of her brandy.

“But enough about me. You want to watch a movie?”

We went upstairs to Carla’s bedroom. The room was large, filled with more elegant-looking furniture and a king-sized bed. Mounted on one wall, facing the bed, was a huge video screen.

Next to the screen was a cabinet made of dark wood. Carla opened it and inside we could see hundreds of DVDs, along with some old-fashioned videotapes too. On a shelf beside them stood several vibrators and/or dildos in different sizes and shapes and colors. Some of them even looked like real penises!

She began pulling out DVDs, scanning the covers. “When it’s just me, I sometimes look at straight porn, you know, with men in it. But your mom prefers lesbian stuff, and I like that a lot too.”

She turned to me and Kate. “How about you girls? Would you prefer straight or gay?”

We both hesitated, and then I said, “I… I really don’t want to see any men.”

“Me either,” Kate seconded, wrinkling her nose. “Gross.”

Carla chuckled, “Okay, I can see I’ve got a houseful of lesbians tonight. This should be fun.”

Returning her attention to the selection of movies, she chose one, then opened a DVD player on an adjacent shelf and put the DVD inside. I couldn’t see any wires running to the screen, so I guessed they must have been hidden inside the wall or something.

“And let me get ol’ Mr. Trusty here.” She took out a long white plastic thing, a vibrator, I assumed. It was shaped like a missile.

“That’s like the one Elaine has,” I said, before realizing my mistake.

“Elaine who?” asked Kate.

“Wait, you didn’t tell me about that,” said my mother.

“Who’s Elaine?” Kate asked again.

“Um, she, that’s Ms. Gallagher, who I babysit for. I was at at her house, and I, um, well, I found something like that.” I pointed to the vibrator.

“Why didn’t you tell me you found it? Did you use it?” asked my mom.

“No, I, no, of course I didn’t use it. I wasn’t even sure what it was. But I, I’m sorry, Mom, I guess I just forgot. I was so upset about everything else and…” My voice started to catch. I took a deep breath. I certainly didn’t want to start crying now!

My mother put an arm around my shoulder. She kissed my forehead. “Honey, it’s all right, I understand. I wish you’d told me then, but I can see how you might not have. Anyway, that’s all done. We don’t have to talk about it now. Okay?”

“Okay,” I nodded, trying to smile.

I glanced at Kate. She was watching me and frowning. I shrugged, rolling my eyes. Even though my sister was two years younger than me, she almost never cried. I did, a lot more often than I wanted to.

“Family drama,” smiled Carla.

“Yes,” Mommy grinned at her, “these are just little girls, remember. They’re very sexy little girls, extremely sexy, but they’re still children, and occasionally they show it.”

“I remember being a little girl,” said Carla, as she sat down on the bed. “It was hard. How old are you, Julie?”

“Um, 12.”

“Yeah, that’s a tough age. Everything’s so confusing. Kate, how old are you?”

“I’m 10, almost 11.”

“Wow, only 10 years old. And yet your mom already lets you watch porn and masturbates with you and all that. You guys are really lucky. My mother never did any of those things with me. No way. ”

I started feeling better, recalling how lucky we were, as Carla had said. And when I looked at her and realized that very soon I would be seeing her naked in bed, making love with my mom, I began to get excited again.

“What movie did you pick?” I asked.

“Oh, it’s called French Kiss.” She got up and went to the cabinet, taking out the DVD case and handing it to me.

“Before the movie starts, I think we should begin by taking off each other’s clothes, one at a time, very slowly,” my mother proposed.

“Ooh, that sounds nice,” said Carla. “Who gets to be first?”

Mommy smiled, “Let’s go in order of age, from oldest to youngest, okay? I’ll be the first victim.”

“And all —” I cleared my throat. “And all three of us can take your clothes off?”

“Uh-huh, but very slowly.”

“And then, and then rest of us too?” I shivered with arousal as I imagined what it would be like to have six female hands on me at once, peeling away my clothing. Not that I was wearing much, but the idea was just so provocative.

“Yes, of course, all of us,” my mother replied. “But one at a time, and slowly.”

Mommy sat on the bed, and then looked at Kate, holding out her hand. “Come here, little one.”

Kate went to her.

“Get down on your knees in front of me, darling.”

Kate did as she was told.

“Now put your hands on my knees, and slowly push them apart.” Mommy was sitting with her legs together. Her black leather skirt came to about mid-thigh. She was still wearing the leather jacket over the bustier.

Kate laid her hands on our mother’s knees. I could see that she was trembling a little bit. She licked her lips as she began to push Mommy’s legs open.

“Tell the others what you see.”

“Um, your legs, and your, your pretty stockings, and, um, your garters, I guess…”

“That’s right.”

“And your, um, your undies.”

Kate had pushed our mother’s knees wide apart by this time, far enough that her short skirt had hiked up. We could see the tops of her black stockings and the garter straps attached to them.

“Do you like what you’re looking at, Katie?” Mommy asked quietly.

“Yeah.”

“Would you like to see more? Do you want to see me naked?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Good.” Then she turned to me. “Julie, honey, come down here by your sister.”

“Okay.” I knelt on the floor beside Kate, between our mother’s spread legs.

“And Carla, maybe you should get up on the bed behind me, so you can take off my jacket.”

“Gladly.” The sexy brunette stepped out of her shoes and crawled onto the bed, coming up behind my mother and resting her hands on her shoulders. Mommy turned to look at her and they kissed, once, twice.

This was the first time I had seen them kissing, except for pecks on the cheek. It was so hot, so erotic — better, I realized, than porn ever could be. To see a beautiful woman sensually kissing my mother, who was also a beautiful woman, and to be able to see it in person, so close that if I wanted to I could go up and start kissing them too, that was almost the ultimate. Almost.

They finished kissing, and Mommy turned back to us. She smiled warmly, and I could feel how much she loved both of us, not to mention how much she wanted us. She said, “All right, girls, now I want each of you to take off one shoe, and then maybe you could massage my feet a little bit and kiss them, okay?”

Kate and I grinned at each other. It was amusing how much our mother liked to be in charge, giving directions. We didn’t mind, though, because of what we were doing!

We each removed one of her seductive high-heeled black pumps and set them aside, then took her feet in our hands and gently massaged them. They were warm and smelled slightly of leather from the shoes. I kissed Mommy’s toes through her stockings one by one.

“Mmm, that’s nice. Carla, you can start taking off my jacket now.”

I looked up and watched as the woman slowly peeled the jacket away from my mother’s bare shoulders and down her arms. When it was off, Mommy got to her feet. “Katie girl, unzip my skirt.”

“Okay.”

The skirt had a zipper on the side. First Kate had to open a snap, then pull down the zipper. I helped her slide the skirt down our mother’s legs and off.

Mommy sat on the bed again. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Now, my darling daughters, I want you to take off my stockings. Can you get the garters unhooked?”

“Uh-huh,” we both nodded eagerly.

I had never actually done that, but I was happy to give it a try. It took me a few seconds to figure out, but then I got it. Kate managed her side at about the same speed as me.

“And you can take the stockings off too.” Mommy was almost whispering. “Let’s do one leg at time. But both girls on each stocking, okay?”

After nodding to her, we glanced at each other, silently deciding to start with the right leg, the one nearest Kate. Placing our hands on our mother’s thigh, we slipped our fingers inside the top of the nylon. Her skin was warm and lightly fragrant. We began to slowly peel the stocking down her leg.

With one leg done, we stopped. Everyone was still for a few moments as Kate and I sat and stared at our mommy’s beautiful legs, one now white and bare, the other encased in a sheer black stocking. Looking at her that way made my nipples hard.

We moved to the other leg, again feeling the warmth of her skin and inhaling her delicate fragrance. I loved being so close to her this way, so intimate, so involved.

When the second stocking was off, our mother said, “Thank you, my darlings. Do you like my legs?”

She opened them wide for us, slowly drawing her hands up the insides of her thighs.

“Yeah,” we nodded. I glanced over at my sister and saw that she had a hand between her own legs now, under her skirt, pressing in on her pussy.

“Good. I like yours too, very much. In a few minutes, I’m going to look at them very closely, just like you have been looking at mine. But we still have to finish getting me naked, and then Carla after me.”

As Mommy said that, Carla bent down and kissed her neck, sighing with passion. It was apparent that she was becoming as aroused by our mother’s sexual choreography as we were.

“Get up on the bed now,” Mommy told us. “You can help Carla take off my top.”

We moved behind her. The lacy black bustier was fastened in the back with hooks and eyes. Kate and I watched as Carla slowly undid them. I laid my hand on my mommy’s shoulder, feeling the softness and warmth of her skin. I closed my eyes and kissed her there.

When the bustier was open, we looked at her back. Carla put her hands on Mommy’s shoulder blades and slowly drew them down. Our mother has a long, beautiful back. Her whole body is beautiful. We are so lucky.

My sister and I shifted on the bed so we could see her front. We wanted to watch as Mommy let the bustier down. She was still holding it in place with her hands, covering her bosom.

She smiled at us, giving each of us a light kiss on the lips. Then she allowed the black lace fabric to gently fall away, revealing her breasts…

I had seen my mother topless many times before, of course, but something about the way she did it this time, the way she showed herself to us, took my breath away. I couldn’t stop staring at her, at the round white fullness of her breasts, the puckered areola, and her long, brown erect nipples. I was entranced.

“You’re getting it, aren’t you, Julie?” my mother said. “The joy of looking. Everything else is wonderful too, of course, all that delicious touching and kissing and licking, I love it, every bit of it… but there’s something so special, so magical, such a perfect joy in simply looking.”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, wishing I could think of words that would say what I was feeling, how truly happy I was at that moment. But she had already said it. The joy of looking.

I felt tears come to my eyes as I realized what our mother was doing for us, for me and for Kate, and what I was certain she soon would do for Molly as well. She was guiding us, leading us, showing us the way, taking us to new places, to soaring heights we could never imagine reaching, and she was doing it all with such unbridled love for us.

I wrapped my arms around her neck, kissing her cheek, hugging her. “Mommy, I love you so much.”

She pulled me close, kissing me and cooing, “My darling, darling girl, my sweet little angel.”

Then I felt Kate’s arms around mine. She was hugging Mommy too, and kissing her.

“Hey, wait, don’t I get some of this?” Carla joined the hugfest from behind, and that made us all laugh.

We hugged and kissed and giggled and I felt the mood in the room subtly shifting again from spiritual and sublime to carnal and erotic. I didn’t mind, I loved it all.

“Okay,” our mom said, “I still have to get these undies off. Is anyone going to help me?”

“I will!” we all said at once, to more gleeful giggling.

As Mommy leaned back on her elbows, Carla and my sister and I gathered around her waist, slipping our fingers inside the top of her black hipster panties and slowly beginning to tug them down. Her trimmed pubic hair came into view, then her mound, her pussy lips, and soon her whole crotch. We slid the panties down her long legs and off.

Next to me, Carla murmured, “I like doing it this way, little by little, one person at a time, I mean. It’s hot.”

“I know,” I agreed. “My mom is really smart.”

She was really smart and now she was naked too. The first one, but not the last. It was Carla’s turn next.

Continue on to Chapter 47

By Naughty Mommy

The following week, on Friday night, I received another babysitting assignment at Elaine’s house. Unfortunately that meant a lost opportunity to watch porn with my mom and my sister, as we’d done the previous Friday. But maybe the next night we would.

Anyway, I was dropped off at their house at 7:15, got the kids in bed at 8:00 with no trouble, and then sat on the couch and tried to think of what to do. I’d pretty much decided in advance that more snooping was out. It felt so awful when I confessed about it to my mother, I really didn’t want to go through that again. So, it was boring TV, or reading a book, or… in the back of my mind, I had another plan.

I went to my backpack and got out my secret notebook, the one I never let anyone see. Inside was a very important phone number: Madison’s phone number. I’d looked it up one time, not long after my first thrilling conversation with her, and had kept it ever since but never used it. I was both terrified and exhilarated about calling her. How would she react? Would she be as excited as I was?

There was only one way to find out. My pulse racing, I walked slowly to the telephone and punched in the number.

A deep male voice, probably her father, answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Um, hello, could I, um, is, is Madison there?”

“May I ask who’s calling?”

“Yeah, it’s — oh, sorry, yes, it’s um, it’s Julie, from school.”

“One moment please” — and then a muffled call — “Madison, it’s for you, a Julie from your school.”

A few seconds of silence, and then her voice. “Who? I don’t know anyone named… oh, wait, I think I know who it is…”

“Don’t forget, we have to leave soon.”

Still muffled, “I know, Dad, it won’t take long.”

I was beginning to think this was a very bad idea.

“Hello?”

“Hi, um, Madison?”

“Yes, is this Julie?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Hello, Julie, how are you?”

“Fine, I guess. Uh, how are you?”

“Good, very good, thank you. Was there something you needed?”

My heart sank. “No, um, well, I was just babysitting, and so I thought I’d call you, and, you know, just, like, say hi.” I sounded like an idiot.

“Oh, well, thanks for calling, Julie. But I’m kind of busy right now. Is there anything important?”

“No, um, not at all. I just… um…”

“Okay, so, listen, I really have to go. But thanks for calling. I’ll see you at school , all right?”

“Um, sure. Okay, goodnight.”

“Bye.”

I hung up the phone, disgusted and demoralized. Crushed. Deflated. Humiliated. Pick any depressing word, that’s exactly how I felt, only worse. Sighing, I went to the kitchen. It was definitely time for a stolen candy bar.

As I sat and chewed distractedly on a Three Musketeers, I fumed at her.

How could she do this to me?! After I’d spent all those nights in my bed picturing her naked, imagining us kissing, fantasizing about her as I masturbated. Didn’t she even realize what she meant to me?

No, of course she didn’t. Madison had her own life and her own interests that obviously didn’t include me… interests that no doubt did include boys — yuck!

What did I expect, that she would come running to the phone, breathlessly panting, ‘Oh Julie, I’ve been waiting for you to call!’ Well, yes, that was what I expected, or at least that’s what I’d been hoping for.

As I thought about it, I realized how pathetic I would seem to someone else. I was acting just like everyone said a dumb teenage girl would act — and I wasn’t even a teenager yet!

So, I decided that from then on, Madison would play a much less important role in my nightly fantasies. And I was right, she did. Luckily, however, there were plenty of other girls — both fantasized and real — to replace her in my life.

* * *

To make matters even more aggravating, we didn’t get to watch porn the next night either, because Elaine asked me to babysit again. She called our house early Saturday afternoon, saying she had just heard from an old boyfriend who was in town, and was I available on short notice? I told her I was (while privately rolling my eyes), and so that night at 6:30, my mom dropped me off.

Nothing eventful happened. I didn’t snoop, and I definitely didn’t try to call Madison again. At 1:15 AM, Elaine came back from her date with her old boyfriend. She was in a really good mood and gave me $100 this time. I tried to tell her that was too much, but she insisted I take it, so I did.

On the way home in the car with my mom, I said, “There’s something I don’t understand. How come Elaine Gallagher goes on dates with men, but she only watches, like, lesbian porn? I don’t get that.”

My mother laughed. “That’s not unusual, honey. It doesn’t mean she’s a lesbian in the closet or anything, although she certainly could be bisexual. But there are a lot of straight women who enjoy looking at things like that. It’s very common.”

“Wow. That’s weird.”

“Well, the world is a strange place, darling.” She patted my leg. “And people are among the strangest things in it.”

Kate was asleep when we got home, and Molly was too, of course. It was very late, so I didn’t even try asking my mom if we could watch one of her movies together, although I really wanted to. But she must have sensed what I was thinking (she was good at that), because as she was giving me a goodnight kiss, she said, “I know you’re really eager to have some more fun, sweetheart, and I am too. In fact, I’m working on something special for the three of us, you and me and Kate. Hopefully it will happen next weekend.”

“What is it?”

“Something special, that’s all I’ll say for now.” She smiled and kissed me again. “Now you get some sleep, okay? Goodnight, lover.”

* * *

Elaine called on Tuesday around dinner time, asking if I could sit for her again on Friday night. I said I would, but before I hung up, my mother asked to speak with her.

“Hello, Elaine? Hi, this is Suzanne… oh, I’m glad to hear that… well, we think she’s pretty wonderful too…” she winked at me “…I just wanted to let you know that Julie won’t be available on Saturday this week, in case you wanted her then… yes, we’ve made some plans… all right…” she laughed then “…I’ll be sure and tell her… okay, we will… take care, bye.”

So, that’s where I spent my Friday evening, with the Gallagher brats (no, they weren’t really brats, but you know what I mean). It was boring again, as usual, although I certainly did enjoy making so much money. Elaine gave me $80 this time.

I was starting to wonder what I should do with all the cash I was accumulating. Should I put some of it in savings, like for college or whatever? Or should I blow it on a wildly extravagant purchase? It was interesting to think about. And the other thing to think about was what the plans might be that my mom had made for Saturday. She’d mentioned before that it would be something special. What could it be??

Fortunately I didn’t have to wait very long to find out.

At lunch on Saturday, Mommy told us that a babysitter was coming over to stay with Molly that night. She was taking me and Kate out to dinner, and some other things too.

“Next weekend, Molly, you and I will have some special time together, okay? Just the two of us. Maybe if the weather’s good, we can go horseback riding. Would you like that?”

“Oh, Mommy, could we?” Molly jumped and down.

Our mother laughed. “Sure we can, sweetie, if it’s nice enough.”

We spent most of the day doing chores and reading. It was kind of cold and gray outside. That didn’t stop Kate from going for a long run in the afternoon, though, around the neighborhood. She was working extra hard to stay in shape for basketball. My mom jogged along with her for a while, but then she had to quit, saying she couldn’t keep up.

After Kate got back, she took a shower. When she came downstairs, her hair still wet, Mommy took the two of us aside. It was a little after 4:00 then. The sitter was due in about a half hour.

“So, listen, girls,” she said, “I’ve made some, uh, some special arrangements for later on tonight.”

My sister and I smiled at each other. We had a pretty good idea what our mother meant when she said ‘arrangements’.

“I’d like you to think about wearing something a little provocative, okay? Some clothes, or undies, even, that will make you look and feel like a super sexy young girl. That’s what you both are, of course, and tonight I want to show you off.”

“Wow, Mom,” said Kate, looking at her in awe.

“Could I — is it all right if I wear those really high heels you got me?” I asked.

“Yes, it’s all right. I’d like that. Along with a very short skirt or dress, of course.”

“Wow,” Kate said again.

Then she turned to me, a big grin spreading across her face. “Pink and white tonight?”

I nodded. “Yep, I think it’s time.”

We giggled and ran upstairs to change, holding hands. My sister meant that she was planning to wear the pink and white striped panties and bra that she’d picked out as a birthday gift but had been saving for a special occasion. And I was looking forward to wearing the sexy stiletto heels I’d only worn out of the house once before, on my 12th birthday.

At 4:30, the doorbell rang and Molly ran to answer it. It was Danni! Molly jumped into her arms, squeezing her tightly. As I watched the cute babysitter hugging and kissing my sister, I shook my head and smiled. That certainly wasn’t how I treated Justin and Britney. Very interesting.

Danni set Molly down and complimented me on my appearance. “God, Julie, you look totally hot!”

“Thanks,” I said, turning around slowly so she could see me better.

I’d deliberated over what to wear along with my heels. I thought about a dress but finally settled on a tiny little black knit skirt that clung to me. It was so short I decided I had to wear panties, so I put on the red undies I’d worn when I talked with my mom about finding porn. She seemed to like them. On top I was wearing a tight, thin, red v-neck sweater, with no bra. My nipples were clearly evident. Cinching my waist was a wide black patent leather belt.

In my room, after getting dressed, I’d studied my reflection in the mirror. I looked like a hooker, I thought, a very young hooker. But that was basically the effect my mom had asked for, wasn’t it? I grinned at myself and shrugged, then toddled downstairs on the heels. I still wasn’t very good at walking in them, but I figured I just needed practice.

Kate was in a skirt too, a little denim skirt that came to about mid-thigh and showed off her long slim legs. She didn’t wear skirts or dresses as often as I did, usually opting for jeans or shorts. She also had on a long-sleeved white shirt, untucked, with the cuffs rolled to her elbows. It was unbuttoned as far down as it could go without quite revealing the pretty bra I knew was underneath. My sister didn’t have any high heels yet, but she did have those cute little ankle boots, and that’s what she was wearing. The whole outfit was perfect. She looked so sexy and adorable.

Our mother hadn’t come down yet. Kate and I sat in the family room with Danni and waited. Molly was on Danni’s lap, one arm around her neck. The teenager winked at us and said, “Happy New Year, you guys.” We blushed and giggled.

When Mommy came out of her room and walked downstairs, we all just stared. She was wearing a low-cut black bustier (I didn’t know the word at the time, but later she told me that’s what it was) under a black leather jacket along with a black leather mini-skirt and sheer black stockings. On her feet were extremely high-heeled black pumps. Talk about looking like a hooker!

“Wow,” Kate breathed.

Molly jumped off Danni and ran over to give our mother a hug. “Mommy, you look great!”

We all admired each other for a minute or two, and then got ready to leave.

My mom gave Molly a big hug and kiss, and then she gave Danni a peck on the lips, saying, “All right, you have my cell phone, and don’t hesitate to use it if you need to. I’ll call you later tonight to make sure everything is okay. See you tomorrow.”

Tomorrow? What could she possibly mean by that? But then we were out the door and on our way.

In the car, Kate asked, “Where are we going, Mom?”

“To the mall, first.”

“To the mall?” I asked, but got no response from my mother except a coy smile.

As we entered the mall, she stopped us for a moment. “All right, now, Katie, here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to walk around for a while, and I want you to tell me if you see any hot-looking girls or women that you’d like to see me with. You know, the kind you’d especially like me to bring home to play our game. Okay?”

My sister’s eyes were wide. She didn’t say anything.

“Julie and I have done this before. It’s fun, you’ll see.” Mommy gave her a kiss on the cheek. Kate smiled.

I looked around and I noticed that some of the other shoppers were glancing at us, a few of them outright staring. I realized then how we must appear: a 12-year-old girl in a tiny skirt and stiletto heels, an even younger girl also wearing a mini-skirt, and the woman with them dressed like a streetwalker. No wonder people were gawking.

It made me self-conscious at first, a little embarrassed, but as we started walking I took a deep breath and tried to analyze how I was feeling.

I was pretty sure Kate wasn’t worrying much about what others thought. She’d always been more confident than I was, more self-assured. And my mom wasn’t likely to be concerned with it either. To her, the most important thing was not what you looked like, but what kind of person you were inside. And she was, without doubt, the best person I knew, the best person I could ever imagine knowing.

My sister and I were pretty good people too, I decided, for kids anyway. So what if anyone thought we looked odd or that we were dressed improperly for the mall. Who cares what they think! We can dress however we want, and if we feel like being sexy, if we enjoy showing off our bodies, then we will. Especially since we were all looking forward to the ‘special arrangements’ my mother had made for later that night, whatever they turned out to be.

I held my braless chest out and strutted proudly.

For the next hour or so, we strolled through the mall looking at all the pretty girls, Kate and I pointing out the ones we thought were the hottest. Mommy especially liked it when we told her what we would want to watch her doing with the women and girls we saw. She gets really turned on when her daughters talk dirty.

“Look over there,” I said at one point, touching my mother’s arm. “See that girl, the one with the pigtails? She’s cute, isn’t she? And just look at her little legs. Why don’t you go over there right now and slide your hands up under her skirt and squeeze her bottom.”

“Ooh, yes, that is nice,” she responded. We were in a bookstore, the three of us standing close together, with no one else near enough to hear what we were saying. The freckled young redhead we were ogling was about 7 or 8 years old.

“I’ll bet she’d really like that,” I continued. “I’ll bet she’s just waiting for a hot grownup woman to touch her and get her excited, making her pussy wet.”

“God, Julie,” Kate whispered. “You’re just… god, Julie…”

“And see that lady over there?” I added. “The one looking at the cookbooks? I think she’s the little girl’s mommy. They were talking earlier. Wouldn’t you like to see them touching and kissing each other? The way you do with me and Kate?”

“Mmm,” my mom said, “if you keep this up for much longer, I might just start grabbing you two, taking off all your clothes and kissing you, right here in the middle of the store.”

“Oh, man,” Kate moaned, sounding very aroused. I looked and her and saw that her face was flushed. She wasn’t used to hearing our mother talk that way in public.

A little while later, we came to the Victoria’s Secret store. Melissa noticed us as soon as we entered and hurried over. “Hi, you guys! Wow, you look fantastic!”

She kissed Mommy and me on the cheek and then winked at my sister. “Hi, Kate!”

“Um, hi.”

Kate was looking at Melissa wide-eyed. This was the first time she’d seen her after learning about some of the things the girl had done with our mother while I watched them.

“What are you guys up to today?” Melissa smiled.

I volunteered, “We’re just walking around the mall, looking for hot girls.”

“You are?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “Just like me and my mom were doing the night we came in here to see you and Tracy, and then, and then all that other stuff we did.”

“Speaking of Tracy…” Melissa looked around the store and finally spotted her friend, waving to her and calling her over. It was February now, and they weren’t nearly as busy as they had been at Christmas.

“Hey!” Tracy called as she approached. She was in a tight-fitting knit dress, dark gray. The dress was very short, showing off her pretty legs, and had long sleeves pushed up to her elbows.

“You’ll never guess what they’re doing today,” Melissa said to her.

“Checking out the chicks?” Tracy grinned.

“That’s right,” I giggled.

“Tracy, I don’t think you’ve met Kate,” Mommy said. “She’s my second youngest daughter. Kate, this is Tracy.”

“Hi, Kate. Nice to meet you!” The sexy blonde held out her hand and my sister took it.

“She’s so cute,” Melissa said. “Do you remember when you were in here on your birthday, Kate, and I helped you try on some things?”

“Uh-huh,” Kate answered shyly. It was amusing to see her this way, her usual cockiness nowhere to be found. But then she said, “I’m, uh, I’m wearing some of it now. I mean, um, you know, the pink and white panties and bra that I got.”

“You are? Ooh…” Melissa looked her up and down, obviously trying to imagine her in her underthings. Kate blushed with the attention, but she smiled too.

My mother looked at her watch. “We can’t stay long. I just wanted to stop in and say hello. And have you meet Kate.”

“I’m glad you did,” Tracy smiled. “I’m happy I got to meet her.”

Melissa said, “It’s great to see all of you. Maybe we can… get together some time.”

“Yes, that would be nice,” said my mom. “I’d like that very much. I’ll call you, okay?”

She kissed both girls on the cheek, they kissed her the same way, and then we left. When I glanced back in through the window, Melissa waved sweetly to me and blew me a kiss.

“I really like Melissa,” I said, to no one in particular.

“I do too,” my mom replied, squeezing my hand.

A short walk took us into another corridor of the mall, and there we arrived at Grayson’s, a classy upscale furniture store. This was where Mommy and I had briefly spoken with a gorgeous brunette named Carla on that memorable night a few months earlier. As soon as we came around the corner and saw the store, I started thinking about her again — and a moment later, there she was, standing right in front of me!

“Good evening.” She smiled warmly at us and took my mother’s hand. They exchanged kisses on the cheek.

I stared at Carla, admiring her exotic almond-shaped eyes, her wide mouth with ruby red lipstick, and her delicate pale skin. Then I looked at the rest of her. She was wearing a knee-length pencil skirt, deep brown, with matching pumps and dark nylons. Her creamy satin blouse had french cuffs and was unbuttoned low enough to show some cleavage.

My mom introduced Kate to Carla, and they shook hands. Then Carla said, “I’m all set. Let me just get my things.”

She walked toward the back of the store, her hips swaying in the tight skirt. My pussy tingled as I imagined seeing her naked with my mother later on that night. That’s what I hoped would happen, anyway.

Continue on to Chapter 46

By Naughty Mommy

“I found porn.”

“You found porn in, uh, in Elaine’s bedroom?” my mother asked.

“Uh-huh.”

We were sitting in my mom’s bed, side by side. It was late on a Sunday night. I was telling her what I’d discovered while snooping around during a babysitting job.

“What kind of porn was it?”

“Um, it was a bunch of DVDs,” I told her. “You know, movies, I guess. Porno movies. There were a lot of them, a whole lot.”

“Okay, well, that’s not really very unusual. Plenty of people have pornography in their homes. Probably a lot more people than you would expect.”

“Yeah, but, um, the movies she has, all of them are, like, lesbian and stuff. No men at all, just girls.”

“Hm, that’s interesting. So, did you…watch any of them?”

“Uh-uh,” I shook my head. “I kind of wanted to, but I was scared. You know, afraid I might get caught or something.”

My mother nodded, patting my knee. “That’s good. I mean, it’s good that you decided against watching them. You could have gotten in real trouble if someone had found you that way.”

“I know. That’s why I didn’t.”

We were both quiet for a minute after that. I fidgeted a little, thinking that there was something else I wanted to ask but not sure what it was.

Then it came to me. “Do you, um, I mean, have you ever watched anything like that, Mommy?”

“Well, yes,” she smiled, “yes, I have.”

“Did you like it?”

“Sure.”

“What kind did you watch?”

“Oh, um, you know, lesbians, girls together.”

I was starting to get excited as I thought about my mother watching lesbian pornography and masturbating. I placed my hand on her leg. Her babydoll nightie was very short, leaving most of her thigh exposed. Her skin was soft and smooth. I gently caressed her.

My mom took a slow, deep breath as she observed my hand stroking her leg. It seemed to me that she might be trembling a bit. I glanced at her chest. The little red nightie was completely sheer, and I could see her erect nipples poking out, inviting me to touch them.

I looked at her mouth, at her moist lips. Just as I was getting ready to kiss her, she said, “But now it really is getting late, honey. You need to go to bed.”

I ignored her. I put my hand on her chin and turned her face toward mine. We kissed.

She kissed me as she had before, deeply and wetly, pressing her tongue into my mouth. It felt so nice. I moaned and reached for her breasts, fondling her stiff nipples through the nightie.

After a long, arousing kiss, she began to pull away. A strand of saliva stretched from my mouth to hers. She looked into my eyes. Then suddenly she pulled me close to her again, kissing me even harder, crushing my lips, shoving her tongue almost down my throat.

She rolled me over on the bed, mounting me. Her arms were around me, squeezing me, taking my breath away, her mouth devouring mine. My mother humped herself against me, rubbing her pussy through her little panties into my crotch. She kept humping me, harder and faster, until I thought she might come.

Then she began to slow down. She lifted her mouth away from mine, gradually easing her movements. I didn’t think she’d climaxed yet, in fact I was sure she hadn’t. But apparently she’d changed her mind about what she was doing.

She became still and looked into my eyes. “I want you so much,” she whispered.

“I know, Mommy, and —”

“But I think we need to wait.”

“Why?”

“I, I don’t know why.” She gently shook her head. “It’s just, I’m not ready yet. Be patient with me if you can, okay?”

“Of course, but —”

“Come on, now,” she began to sit up. “Time for you to go to sleep.”

Again I disobeyed. I remained lying on my back in her bed, looking up at her.

“Mommy, do you have, um, any porn like that?”

She frowned, apparently surprised by my question. But she answered, “Yes…”

“Could I, could I watch it with you sometime?”

That made her chuckle. She smiled and said, “Well, I’ll think about it. I’m not sure you’re old enough for that yet, but we’ll see.”

“Please?”

“I said we’ll see. Now come on, get up. I’m not kidding any more.”

“Okay.”

I left her room after a nice goodnight kiss and went back to my own. There I masturbated for another half hour, finishing with a strong, satisfying orgasm, and soon fell fast asleep.

* * *

During the week, whenever I got the chance, I reminded my mom about my request to watch pornography with her. She was noncommittal, but assured me that she was thinking about it.

I didn’t say anything right away to Kate about what I’d found in Elaine’s bedroom. I’m not sure why, but maybe it was because I was ashamed of my snooping. My sister had such a high opinion of me, I didn’t want to disappoint her.

When Friday came, Mommy made a nice dinner for us, broiled fish and baked potatoes and green peas. Kate and I cleaned up the dishes, and then we all watched TV together for a while. Shortly after 9:00, my mom told Molly it was time for her to go to bed. I was surprised, because that was about a half hour earlier than her usual weekend bedtime. But Molly didn’t complain.

Kate asked if I wanted to play Zelda with her. I said I did, so we turned off the TV and started the video game. We got involved in the action and I didn’t realize how much time was passing.

When the door to Molly’s room opened, I glanced up at the clock and saw that it was almost 10:00. My mom had been in there for a long time. I watched her as she came out. She seemed to hesitate, then slowly began walking downstairs. I’d stopped playing the game, and when Kate noticed that, she did too. We waited until our mother was standing next to the sofa.

Her dark red blouse was halfway open, a lacy black bra visible inside. I saw that her face was flushed and she seemed to be breathing a little harder than usual. She looked at us for a moment, then held out her hand and said, “It’s movie night, girls. Come on.”

“Movie night?” asked Kate.

Mommy just nodded and took her by the hand, gently pulling her up. I took Kate’s controller from her and set both controllers on the coffee table, then quickly turned off the game and got up. I followed them up the stairs.

“What do you mean, movie night?” Kate asked again, but got no answer.

We stepped inside our mother’s room and she shut the door behind us.

“Sit down on the bed, girls,” she said. “Julie, why don’t you tell your sister what movie night means.”

I swallowed. “Um, I, I think it means we’re gonna watch some, uh… that she’s gonna let us look at porn with her.”

“Porn?” Kate asked, wide-eyed.

“That’s right,” Mommy confirmed. She was standing at her dresser, opening a drawer. With her back to us, she said, “Get in bed now, and take off all your clothes.”

“Oh, man, porn!” Kate giggled, as she quickly began getting undressed.

I sat on the bed and took off my socks, then stood up and pulled down my jeans and panties. I took off my sweater and my bra, leaving everything on the floor, and got in bed beside my sister.

Our mother came over to us. She was still dressed, although her blouse was open more than halfway down. In her hands she was holding some DVDs.

“I’m going to give you your choice,” she said. “You pick whichever one you want and we’ll watch it.”

She set them on the bed in front of us, then finished unbuttoning her blouse and removed it.

Kate and I stared at the DVDs. There were three. One was called Pussy Cats, the second was Pink Velvet, and the third was Three Girlfriends.

“Oh my god,” Kate breathed. “Are we really gonna watch all these?”

Mommy chuckled as she unhooked the front closure of her bra and took it off. “Probably not all three tonight. Just choose one and we’ll start with that.”

My sister picked up the DVD called Pink Velvet, turning it over to look at the back, then holding it close, examining the pictures. I did the same with the one called Three Girlfriends. I could barely believe our mom was actually going to let us watch something like this. And watch it with us too!

Walking to the closet, Mommy unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She hung up her blouse and skirt, then slipped out of her panties, dropped the panties and bra in a hamper, and returned to the bed, naked.

“Which one do you want to watch?” she asked.

“All of ‘em,” Kate giggled. She was looking at Pussy Cats now.

“Um, which one do you like best?” I asked my mom.

“Hm, it’s hard to say. They’re all very good. But I think Three Girlfriends might be my favorite.”

“Okay, then I think we should watch that one.”

“What do you think, Kate?” Mommy asked.

“Sure, that’s fine. Any of ‘em, all of ‘em!” she laughed, her face aglow.

“All right, we’ll start with that one.”

Our mother got out her laptop. Hers was a top of the line model, of course, with a big 17 inch screen. She plugged in the power cord so we wouldn’t have to worry about the battery, then got in bed with us, asking me to move so she could sit in the middle.

There was only one light on in the room, a lamp on the table next to Kate. After inserting the DVD and starting it up, Mommy told Kate to turn off the lamp, and we settled in together to watch.

The movie began with these three really cute girls, apparently about high school age, getting their hair done and stuff and then shopping for clothes. It was fun to see, but it made me wonder when it would to turn into porn. After about ten minutes, though, they went to a hotel room together and then they started kissing, and wow!

We didn’t say anything for a while as we watched. Mommy had sort of a little tray that she’d set on the bed to hold the laptop. That left her hands free, and soon after the kissing began, I noticed that she was rubbing herself. I looked over at Kate and saw that she was too.

I was still so blown away by the whole idea of what we were doing that I hadn’t even thought of masturbating yet (that may sound dumb, but oh well). When the cute girls started taking off their clothes, however, and touching each other’s breasts, and when I saw the way they constantly kept kissing each other as if they were so excited they couldn’t help it, and then when I heard my mom and Kate moaning like they were getting really turned on, I suddenly realized that my pussy was dripping wet. I mean, literally dripping.

I must have been squeezing my thighs together the whole time without thinking about it. Because as soon as I spread my legs and put my hands down there and started touching myself, I knew I could come pretty quickly. I was so wet and slippery, and it felt so hot inside my pussy, and it was so easy to rub my clit and make myself feel good. I watched the girls in the movie touching and kissing each other, and I rubbed my hard clit faster and faster, feeling that wonderful swirling heat in my center.

A moment later I heard Kate kind of whimpering like she was almost ready to come, and then my mom said, “Do you like it, Julie? Is this what you wanted to see?”

Her hand was moving fast beneath the covers, and I could hear the squishy slapping sound that meant she was fucking herself with her fingers. I looked up at her face. She looked at me and licked her lips, her eyes full of lust. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah, um… Mommy, I’m getting close.”

“Are you, honey?”

She turned to Kate. “How about you, little girl? Do you like this kind of movie?”

Kate was only able to squeak part of a reply. “Mo — I’m — Unh!”

“Yes! Yes! Do it, Katie, come for me!” my mother urged. She stared at Kate’s crotch, watching as her daughter began to come. She was still fucking herself too, even faster than before. I could hear the sounds and I could smell her potent sexual aroma. Then suddenly she threw back her head and cried, “OH FUCK GOD FUCK YES!!”

That did it for me.

My legs slammed together, squeezing in on my hands, and I erupted into a volcanic orgasm, waves of hot liquid oozing between my fingers as I writhed in my mother’s bed, groaning and gasping, my eyes tightly shut, my whole body convulsing as each new spasm exploded inside me.

 

The world went away for a while.

 

This was one of those climaxes that is so consuming, so totally overpowering that it blots out everything else. I have no idea how long it lasted. It’s possible, I suppose, that I actually may have fainted or something, although I doubt that, because when I finally began to recover and managed to open my eyes, my mom didn’t seem really upset or anything.

She was sitting up in bed, holding her breasts in her hands, massaging them and twisting the nipples, her head turned toward me. As I blinked, trying to catch my breath, she smiled and asked, “Are you okay, honey?”

“Yeah, I… wow, that was…”

I trailed off, and she suggested, “A good one?”

“Definitely,” I grinned.

She leaned down to kiss me, a nice soft kiss with her lips closed, but so tender, warm, and romantic. When she ended it, she asked, “Do you want to watch some more of the video?”

“Um, yeah, sure.” I sat up straighter in the bed. During my climax I had fallen over onto my side.

Kate was looking at me, but she had one eye on the movie too.

On the screen, one of the young girls was licking and sucking another girl’s nipples. After watching the action for a minute, I realized that both girls, all three of them in fact, still had their panties on. We were more naked than they were. And they hadn’t really even started having sex yet — anyway, we hadn’t seen their pussies yet. But we’d already seen enough for each of us to have powerful orgasms.

Not long after that, the girls did take off their panties, or they took off each other’s panties, and soon we saw some touching of pussies, and some licking too, along with a lot more kissing. I wondered if this movie might have vibrators in it, or dildos, or whatever it was I’d found in the smaller box at Elaine’s house. But it turned out it didn’t. I remembered a note on the DVD cover that said ‘Toy-Free’ and I figured that must be what it meant.

I’ll never forget that night — my first time watching porn. It was such an incredible experience, seeing those three awesome-looking girls naked, touching and kissing each other, while sitting in the dark in my mom’s bed and masturbating, side by side with her and Kate. What a great life I had!

We actually got all the way through the end of the movie. When it was over, Mommy said she was surprised, that she hadn’t thought we would finish watching it. Along the way, of course, we each had at least a couple more orgasms. I think Kate had the most, or maybe I did, I’m not sure. Our mother had a few less than we did, though, because she kept stopping so she could watch us come.

I was worn out by the time it ended. It was about 11:30, not really that late, but all those climaxes left me exhausted. My mom and my sister both seemed pretty tired too.

I helped get the little tray and the laptop off the bed and onto the floor, and then we snuggled up dreamily together. After sharing a few soft kisses and caresses, trading murmured endearments, we drifted off to sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 45

By Naughty Mommy

At school the next morning, before the first class began, I was walking down the hall when I saw Madison at her locker, putting her coat inside. I stopped and said, “Hi.”

She turned, breaking into a smile when she saw who it was. “Hey! Hi, Julie!”

“Um, so, how are you doing?” I asked. I felt a little foolish, since I had no idea what to say. I hadn’t rehearsed a conversation as I had for our previous meeting.

“Good, good,” she nodded, still smiling. She shut her locker and picked up her backpack. “I had a really great weekend. How about you?”

“Yeah, definitely. It was…”

I thought about my weekend, about my sexy bath with Kate and the naughty fun we’d had before the bath, and about trying to surprise our mother and all the hot things we’d done with her in her bed that night, but of course I couldn’t tell Madison about any of that.

So, I said, “I, uh, I went babysitting for the first time.”

“Oh, really?”

We started down the hall together. We were actually heading in the wrong direction for me, but I didn’t say anything. I liked walking with her.

“How did it go?” she asked.

“It went fine, I guess. Pretty boring, though.”

“Yeah, I know, it can be. But guess what I did? You’ll never guess.”

“What?” I looked up at her.

Madison was much taller than me. She seemed so much older, so much more grownup than I was. And she was so pretty too. I noticed then that she was wearing a lot of makeup, more than I remembered her wearing before.

“Well,” she said, “I met this really cute guy, Brad, a few weeks ago, at a party at my cousin’s house. He called me up on Saturday, and he asked if he could come over. So he did, and he met my parents. And then later they let him take me out to a movie. Brad’s 16, he’s got his own car and everything. I — wait, this is me. Here’s my class. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Okay.”

She spotted one of her friends inside the room and rushed over to her. “Guess what I did this weekend? You’ll never guess!”

I turned away and started walking back up the hall in the other direction, a skinny seventh-grader who would never in a million years be allowed to go on a date with a high school boy. And who would never want to either, of course.

* * *

Elaine Gallagher called our house Wednesday afternoon, asking if I could babysit for her again on Saturday night. I said I would. My mom dropped me off at 6:45, this time not going up to the door with me, just waiting in the car. When Elaine opened the front door, my mother smiled and waved, then drove away.

Fifteen minutes later, Elaine was gone and I was stuck in the house with her two brats for the next four or five hours. Okay, they weren’t really brats, they were perfectly fine little kids. But I guess I’m not cut out to be a babysitter. I can do everything I’m supposed to do, it’s just that it seems so dull to me.

Maybe that’s why I went snooping that night. The first time I was there I’d been tempted to snoop but had mostly managed to restrain myself. This time, after getting Justin and Britney in bed at 8:00 and then flipping through the TV channels for half an hour, finding nothing at all I wanted to watch, I couldn’t resist the urge.

I turned off the TV and went first to the kitchen to see if there was anything that looked good in the fridge. There wasn’t. I checked the jar on the top shelf of the cupboard and found it was still well stocked with candy bars, but decided to wait until later if I was going to have one at all. Right now I was interested in finding something else. Exactly what, though, I wasn’t sure.

Going down the hall, I looked in the den, which was really more of a junk room. Some old pieces of furniture, exercise equipment that obviously hadn’t been used in a while, a few books, and a lot of dust. Elaine wasn’t very scrupulous about keeping things clean.

That was all there was downstairs: the kitchen, the dining room (mostly empty), the den, the family room, and the garage. I’d searched the family room pretty thoroughly the last time I was there, so now my only choice was to head upstairs.

I’d been up there already, of course, but only in the bathroom and in the kids’ bedroom. There were two other rooms waiting for me. One of them was a combination playroom and sewing room, which, I discovered, was mostly a mess and very dusty. The closet in that room was stuffed full of old clothes and old toys. Nothing interesting at all.

One room left. Elaine’s bedroom. I paused in front of her door. My heart was pounding. Was it wrong for me to be doing this?

Well, yes, of course it was wrong. But that didn’t stop me. Sweet reliable Julie, the girl who never ever does anything bad, was breaking all the rules tonight. It felt good being the bad girl for once — even if no one else knew but me.

I opened her bedroom door and stepped inside. Turning on the light, I waited for a minute, making sure the house was completely quiet, that the kids were still fast asleep. And then I started snooping.

I looked in her chest of drawers. I found some nice lingerie there, a lot of it, in fact. She had quite a collection. I admired some of her things, taking them out and wondering what it would be like to wear them. Then I recalled trying on the sexy outfits that night at Victoria’s Secret with my mom and Tracy and Melissa, and smiled to myself about the happy memory. I did my best to put everything back in the drawers the way I’d found it.

Next I looked in her closet but found only clothes, tons of clothes, including several dozen pairs of shoes. She had plenty of things to wear, although I didn’t think too much of her taste.

I checked the little table by her bedside, which had a small drawer. Nothing good in there.

Only one more place to look. On the wall opposite the bed was a desk with a TV on top of it, along with a DVD player. Opening the top drawer, I found a few things that looked like old bills, and that was pretty much it. The other drawer, the large file drawer, was locked. Shit! That was probably where the best stuff was.

I almost gave up and left the room at that point. But then I decided to look once more in the other drawer, just in case I might find a key. And inside a small brown envelope, there it was.

With trembling hands, I fit the key into the lock on the file drawer and turned it. I began sliding the drawer out. Then I stopped.

What would I do if Elaine came home right now? Would I have time to carefully lock everything up again, return the key to the envelope, leave the room exactly as I’d found it, turn off the bedroom light and then get back downstairs without being discovered? Without being exposed as the criminal suspect I plainly was?

Taking a deep breath, I tracked in my mind the steps I would have to take to conceal what I’d done. I could do it all, I decided. I was safe. And besides, it was still only around 9:00 o’clock. She wouldn’t be home for hours yet. No problem.

Now, let’s see what’s in this drawer… aha!

There was a box inside, and in the box were at least thirty or forty DVDs — porn DVDs — and they were all lesbian!!!

Actually, they weren’t all lesbian. I found a few that seemed to be girls by themselves, apparently masturbating. But all the rest showed pictures of two girls together, or even three or four girls together. I examined one DVD after another, studying the incredibly explicit pictures and lurid descriptions. Not one of them showed a man anywhere.

Wow, what did this mean? Was Elaine a lesbian? Why did she go on dates with men, then? I couldn’t figure that out. Unless maybe she wasn’t really going out with men at all. Maybe that was just what she told me. Maybe she was really going to clubs like the ones my mom went to, and maybe… was it possible my mom might run into her at one of those clubs some night? What would happen then?

My mind raced with the possibilities.

There was another box in the drawer, a smaller one. Inside that box was… something… wrapped in a washcloth, something cylindrical, shaped like… oh my god, could it be? At one end of the thing, the flat end, I found a switch. Did I dare turn it on?

No, I didn’t dare. I had no idea what it would do. It might make a loud noise, start beeping or something, who knows.

I wrapped the thing up in the washcloth and put it back in the box the way I’d found it, then returned the box to the drawer. I assumed what I had found was a vibrator or a dildo or something. I’d heard kids talk about stuff like that, and some of the pictures on the DVD covers showed girls using things that appeared to be similar, but I had never seen one before in real life. What a night of discovery this was turning out to be!

I went back to sorting through the DVDs. There were so many, and they were so exciting. Maybe I should put one in the DVD player and watch it!

No, that would be too risky. I might accidentally wake up the kids, and if they found me like that it could be a disaster. And even if the kids didn’t wake up, if I got involved in what I was watching and I didn’t hear Elaine come home and she discovered me… and then that made me wonder what would happen if she ever did catch me looking at her lesbian DVDs.

Would she be angry? Probably. But maybe she wouldn’t. Maybe she would be pleased. Maybe she would want to try some of the things with me that I saw in the pictures on the covers. Would I want her to do that? I wasn’t sure. I didn’t actually think she was very attractive, not at all in fact. On the other hand, I definitely did want to have sex with a woman someday, so maybe… or maybe not.

For now, I decided, I needed to put these things away and go downstairs and watch TV or something. I really didn’t want to get caught redhanded that way, at least not until I’d thought a lot more about all the pros and cons.

As I placed the DVDs back inside their box (having been very careful to keep them in order as I looked through them), I had another felonious impulse.

Maybe I should take one. Just one. Take it with me and put it in my backpack and steal it. Then some night at home when Mommy was out, Kate and I could watch it together.

I decided against that too. Not only was it stupid — what if the DVD I took just happened to be Elaine’s favorite one and she noticed it right away and called my mom? — not only was it stupid, but it was just plain wrong too. Snooping was one thing. Stealing was clearly another. I returned the larger box to the drawer, locked it up, replaced the key in the small brown envelope, and put the envelope back exactly where I’d found it. I hoped.

After checking around to make sure there were no obvious traces of my breaking and entering, I turned off the bedroom light and closed the door. I looked in on the kids, who were snoozing away, and went back down to the family room for a long night of boredom.

I sat in front of the TV for a while, remote in hand, but again could find nothing on I really wanted to watch. At 10:00, I called my mom and reported in, but of course I didn’t tell her anything about my snooping.

Shortly after I hung up the phone, though, I began to reconsider. Maybe I should say something to my mother about the porn I found. After all, she always told me I could talk to her about anything, right? Hm, I would have to think about that some more…

The hours went slowly by. At 11:00, I finally turned off the TV for good. I looked through some of Elaine’s stupid magazines, which killed a few minutes, then dug into my backpack, pulled out a mystery novel I was reading, and settled down with that. About midnight, I climbed up on a chair in the kitchen, took a Milky Way bar from the jar and ate it, without even feeling very guilty this time.

Elaine got home at 12:45. Apparently she’d had a more enjoyable evening than the previous time, because she was in a much better mood. Or maybe she was just drunk. Anyway, she was all laughs and pretty loud too. I was afraid she might wake the kids, but then they were her kids, so what did I care? I called my mom and she came to pick me up. Elaine gave me $60. Sweet!

I figured it was too late to start a serious conversation about anything that night, so when we got home, I just kissed my mother goodnight and went to my room. Before I fell asleep, though, I had a pleasant time remembering some of the pictures of the girls on the DVD covers kissing and touching each other, putting their fingers and tongues in everywhere. After a nice hot orgasm, I fell asleep.

* * *

The next day, which was Sunday, I kept looking for opportunities to talk with my mom about what I’d found the night before. But she was always with either Molly or Kate and so I never got the chance.

Instead, I waited until everyone was down for the night, and then knocked on her door. It was about 10:15.

“Mom?”

“Come in, sweetie.” She was sitting up in bed, wearing a red babydoll nightgown, totally sheer. It was one I hadn’t seen before. I liked it immediately.

“Hi, um, is it okay if I talk to you about something?”

“Of course it is.” She took off her reading glasses, put down the book she was holding, and held her arms out to me. I went to the bed and got a nice hug and kiss from her.

For the occasion, for this special conversation, I’d decided to put on something different from my usual boxers and t-shirt. I was in a light pink camisole, very thin, almost transparent. I’d bought it the previous weekend, using money I’d earned in my first babysitting job (which seemed appropriate). I was also wearing my briefest, sexiest pair of hipster panties. They were bright red and went quite nicely with my mom’s nightie, I realized.

I’d hoped the outfit might make me look a little bit like the hot girls I’d seen in the pictures on those DVDs. My mother apparently approved. After she kissed me, she held me away from her a moment and said, “Well, don’t you look tantalizing! My little girl is definitely growing up. And very nicely too.”

Although this was exactly the reaction I’d wanted, I found myself blushing. Silly me. “Oh, uh, thanks, Mom,” I stammered.

I settled in next to her. Her arm was around my shoulder, pulling me close.

“So, what did you want to talk about, sweetie?”

“Well, um, it’s kind of embarrassing…”

“But you know you can -”

“always talk to me about anything,” we recited in unison, and then had a good laugh.

“Well, you know you can,” she emphasized.

“I know,” I looked at her, smiling, “and I’m really glad I can, Mom. I mean that, I really am.”

She kissed me on the lips. “Good. Me too. Now tell me what’s on your mind.”

“So, um, it’s about when I was babysitting last night at, well, at Ms. Gallagher’s — only she wants me to call her Elaine instead — that’s okay, isn’t it?”

“Sure, of course it’s fine, if that’s what she wants.”

“All right. Um, anyway, after I put the kids to bed, it was only about 8:00 o’clock and I was already bored. There’s nothing to do over there. No video games or movie channels or anything. I mean, I had a book with me, but, um… I was really bored, and then I did a bad thing.”

“What did you do?”

“Well, I decided to… to sort of look around, to see if I could find anything interesting.”

“What do you mean by interesting?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Just, like, something different, anything.”

“Okay.”

“Um, and so, I looked around, but it was just the usual stuff people have. Except a lot of it was sort of junky and dirty. I mean, she doesn’t keep her house very clean.”

“Okay. And?”

“Um, well, so I finally decided to look in her bedroom, in Elaine’s bedroom?”

“Yes?”

“And I found something in there that I wanted to talk with you about.”

“You found this in Elaine’s bedroom?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You were snooping in there?”

“Yeah, I… I’m sorry, Mommy, it’s just, I was so bored, and… I didn’t mean to do anything wrong, but… well, I mean I know it was wrong, and I knew it was wrong then but I did it anyway, and” — by then I was sobbing — “I’m sorry, Mommy, I know it was wrong.”

My mother let me cry for a little while.

“I’m sorry, Mommy, I won’t do it again, I promise I won’t.”

Finally she hugged me. “Hush now, it’s okay, we all do things that are wrong sometimes. Even you.”

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” I sobbed.

“I know you are, darling, I know.” She kissed my forehead. “Come on, now, you don’t have to cry. I’m not mad at you.”

“You’re not?”

“No, darling, I’m not mad at you.” She kissed my cheeks, kissing my tears.

I sniffled and tried to regain my composure. “I promise I won’t do it again.” I wiped my nose with my arm.

“I know you won’t.” My mother reached over to the table by her bed and grabbed a tissue from a box. “Here, baby girl, blow your nose. It’s okay.”

After blowing my nose a couple of times, using another tissue, and then another, I said, “I’m sorry, Mommy.” I almost started crying again.

“There, there now, that’s enough tears. And I know you’re sorry, you don’t have to keep saying it. Okay?”

I sniffed and blew my nose one more time. “Okay.”

“All done crying now?”

I tried to smile. “I think so.”

“Okay, good.” She kissed me on the lips. “Let’s just take a minute now, and settle down. Take a big deep breath. That’s good. Now take another.”

I did as she asked, twice.

“That’s my good girl. Feeling better now?”

“Yeah.” This time my smile was more genuine.

“All right,” she said, “so it seems to me that there are two things going on here. First, you were snooping, and obviously you feel bad about that. Fine, we’ll talk about that. And second, there was something you found in, uh, in Elaine’s bedroom. Something you’ve been thinking about a lot, because otherwise you wouldn’t be in here talking to me about this. Am I right?”

Now I really smiled. “Uh-huh. Exactly right.”

“Okay, so, first things first. You told me were snooping, and that you know that was wrong. You knew it was wrong at the time, but you did it anyway. Correct?”

I nodded, feeling on the verge of tears again.

“All right, now, don’t start crying again. I know you feel bad about it, and you should feel bad. I’m glad you do. But Julie, everyone does bad things. Everyone. Even you. That doesn’t make them right, but just because we sometimes do bad things, that doesn’t make us bad people. Do you see?”

“Um, I think so.” Her logic was compelling. I felt a little less like crying now, and a lot more like thinking.

“You were wrong, that is, you did the wrong thing, and we can talk about why it was wrong. Let’s do that first, okay?”

I glanced at the clock and saw that it was past 10:30. It was a school night, and I should be in bed by now, but my mom was willing to have this conversation with me anyway. I loved her so much.

“Now, honey, why do you think it was wrong to be snooping?”

“Well, um, because… I was violating her privacy?”

My mother nodded. “That’s right. Any other reasons?”

I thought about it. I took another very deep breath and let it out. “Because, because she trusted me. Um, because she hired me to do a job, and, and when I was, when I was snooping, I wasn’t doing my job.”

“Very good.” She squeezed my shoulder. “I’m impressed. That’s a very mature attitude for a 12-year-old.”

“Thanks, I guess,” I smiled.

“I understand that you’re sorry, and you understand why it was wrong. I’m not going to punish you for it. I don’t think that’s necessary. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“But before we go on to the second part, we should talk a little more about snooping. You know, Julie, it may be hard to believe, but I was a little girl too at one time. I was 12 years old once, way back in the Dark Ages, and I did some babysitting myself.”

She smiled at me, then continued. “I know how boring it can be, and I understand that the temptation to look around can be almost irresistible. I did it too, more than once.”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh, and I think most babysitters probably do. Or at least a lot of them do. It’s understandable, it’s basically human nature. That doesn’t make it right, but it also means it’s not a very terrible crime. You just showed yourself to be human, that’s all.”

Another smile, and this time a kiss on the lips.

“But as you said, there are reasons why it’s wrong, and if you are mature enough to see those, then you may also be mature enough to resist the temptation, most of the time anyway.”

At this point I couldn’t help myself. I knew she wasn’t finished talking, but I wanted to give her a hug, a big one. And so I did. I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her tightly. “Thank you, Mommy. Thank you for explaining everything.”

“You’re welcome, darling.”

“But, um, I know you’re not done,” I said as I released her from the hug. “There was a part two, right?”

“Yes,” she chuckled, “part two coming up right after this commercial message.”

She put her mouth on mine and kissed me deeply, her lips parting, her tongue seeking mine. We kissed wetly and warmly for a minute or so. By the time we were done I was panting, my pussy aflame.

“Now then,” my mother smiled, her eyes hooded seductively, “shall we talk about part two?”

I took a deep breath. “Okay.”

“Tell me what you found in her bedroom.”

Continue on to Chapter 44

By Naughty Mommy

As we were heading toward our mother’s bedroom, I suddenly recalled the clothes we’d left in the washing machine.

“Wait just a sec, I’ll be right back,” I told Kate.

Giggling, I dashed down the hall and down the stairs — naked, of course — quickly transferred the laundry from the washer to the dryer and started it going, then ran back up the stairs.

My sister was waiting for me, grinning happily. “You’re so good, you always remember everything you’re supposed to do. I wish I was more like you.”

“Aw, don’t be silly. I’m just neurotic, that’s all.”

“I don’t know what that word means,” she chuckled, “but if it means sexy, that’s what you are!”

Laughing out loud, I hugged her and kissed her, slapping her bare bottom with my hand. “You’re so funny,” I told her. “God, I love you!”

“Come on!” Kate urged. “Let’s go get in Mommy’s bed.”

“Okay!”

This was really exciting, yet another new thing I hadn’t done before, or even thought of doing. I felt a stir of arousal as I imagined our mother’s reaction at finding her young daughters waiting naked for her.

We entered her bedroom, switched on the overhead light for a minute to get our bearings, then turned off the hall light and the bedroom light, shut the door behind us, and groped our way to the bed in the dark. Pulling back the covers, we slipped inside, giggling nervously. The sheets felt chilly, making my nipples hard. My toes were cold too. I hugged Kate to get warm.

My teeth were chattering. I knew it wasn’t really that cold, and that it had to partly be my jitters about what we were doing that made me feel this way. I pulled the covers all the way up over our heads. My sister and I nestled together, face to face in total blackness, nothing but moist breath and soft skin between us.

After a minute, I began to calm down. Neither of us had said anything yet as we huddled inside our mother’s bed. Still not speaking, I brought my lips to hers and we kissed.

The first kiss was soft, slow, sweet, just lips on lips, no tongue. Then I pulled back a little and waited.

Kate rested her forehead on mine, as she liked to do. We stayed that way a while, feeling warmer, breathing easily, gently holding each other, a long interval of tender, loving, sisterly closeness.

Tender, loving, sisterly… and more than sisterly too… I felt her hand moving to my breast, touching my nipple, fondling it, teasing it, twisting it, making it grow full and turgid, making it throb with desire.

I kissed her again, my lips apart this time. She sighed, shoving her tongue deeply into my mouth. She pinched my erect nipple harder as we kissed. An impulse shot from my tit to my clit and I trembled all over with lusty excitement.

Kate wrapped her arms around me, pulling my body tightly to hers. Her leg pressed between my thighs, opening them, sliding up until it lodged against my wet pussy. I moaned, kissing her even more urgently.

Then, without warning, she drew away. She turned onto her back, removing her leg from my crotch, and pushed the covers down, trying to get her breath.

“God,” she panted. “I… I just…”

“What is it, Katie? What’s wrong?”

“I mean… god, Julie, if… if you weren’t my sister, then…”

“Then what?”

She laughed. “Then I’d do everything with you!”

I turned onto my back too, laughing with her, but also secretly despairing. I wanted her so much. Should I tell her that? Tell her what I really felt? Tell Kate that I wanted her, that I wanted her in spite of our being sisters — maybe because we were sisters?

Maybe I should have said that to her then, but I didn’t. All I said was, “I know…”

It was quiet for a while. We lay together in the dark, still close, but not quite touching.

Several minutes later, Kate said, “I’m sorry, Julie.”

“Sorry? What for?”

“Well, I mean, I’m sorry I got you excited that way, and then I stopped. It’s not fair.”

“Um, I know, but you…… I don’t want you to stop.”

Her hand found mine. Our fingers interlaced.

A long pause, and then she said. “Do you really think it’s okay?”

“What’s okay?”

“You know, for us, even if we’re sisters, to kiss and stuff. Like we do.”

I thought about what she’d asked. I knew what I wanted, but that wasn’t really the question. Finally I said, “I don’t know, I’m not sure. I think it is, but I don’t know.”

“I like doing it, though. I like it a lot.”

“Me too,” I told her. “A lot.”

“Julie?”

“Yeah?”

“Where do you think Mommy goes, um, when she goes out at night?”

“I don’t know. I never really thought about it. She goes dancing, I know that.”

“I know, but where?”

“I’m not sure. We could ask her, I guess.”

As if on cue, we heard our mother’s car drive up and the garage door start to open. I glanced at the clock. It was almost 12:00.

“Omigod, she’s home!” Kate yanked the covers up over our heads, laughing insanely. I laughed too, caught up in her hysteria, and tried to hug her.

“Be quiet!” she urged, even though she was the one making most of the noise.

“Okay, okay, just keep still, calm down. If we’re gonna surprise her, we can’t keep laughing.”

“I know!” she giggled loudly.

We heard Mommy coming into the house and then a minute later up the stairs. We scrunched closer together under the covers. “Shh!!” Kate attempted to whisper, still giggling.

The bedroom door opened. A couple of footsteps, and then a light switched on. I could tell it was the lamp on my mother’s vanity, not the overhead light.

Kate chortled. When she tried to muffle it with her hands, it came out like a snort. I couldn’t help myself and started giggling too. “Shh!!”

“What’s that I hear?” said Mommy, jokingly. “I thought I heard something.”

My sister snorted again, her whole body shaking as she struggled to contain her delirium.

“Could there be burglars in here? Hiding in the bed, perhaps?”

We knew, of course, that our planned surprise was a comically inept failure, but we stayed under the covers just the same.

“Burglars, hiding in my bed. It’s a good thing I keep this big hammer here in the drawer, so I can bash them with it.”

Kate threw back the covers, shrieking with laughter, “Mommy, it’s us!!” We both sat up, grinning like fools.

“Well, well, well…” She stood looking at us, hands on her hips, smiling and shaking her head. She wasn’t holding a hammer. “What have we here?”

“We wanted to surprise you,” I giggled.

“Yes, and you did too. And what a nice surprise it is.” Her gaze went from our blushing faces to our bare breasts. “If you two aren’t just the cutest little burglars I ever saw.”

She took a deep breath and let it slowly out. Then she turned toward the vanity and began taking off her earrings. “Okay, now, you pair of juvenile delinquents. Run along and get in bed. I’ll come in and kiss you goodnight in a minute.”

“But, Mommy,” I began, “there’s, um, there’s something we wanted to ask you about.”

“Yeah,” Kate nodded, apparently glad I’d thought of a reason for us to stay a while longer.

“Yes? And what is that?” Our mother closed her jewelry case, then came and sat on the end of the bed, slipping off her shoes and rubbing her feet.

“Well, it’s, when you… we wanted to know, like, when you go out at night, we wondered what kind of places you go to.”

“Oh. Well, it depends. There are several different places.”

“Like where?”

She stood and turned to face us, smiling. “You really want to know?”

“Yeah. Well, um, Kate was wondering about it. And I’m curious too. I never asked you.”

Reaching behind her neck, my mother untied the back of her halter dress. The top fell away, exposing her beautiful breasts.

“I go dancing, you know, at nightclubs. Sometimes at, uh, at lesbian clubs.”

She pulled down a zipper on the side of the pretty green dress and stepped out of it. Now she was wearing only a lacy white g-string. I couldn’t believe how sexy she looked.

“Like I said, there are several different places. It just depends on my mood. And on what I find when I get there,” she added with a smile.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well…” Our mother looked at us for a moment, at our eyes, at our nipples, and then down at her own nipples. She lifted her fingers to them, toying with them.

“You know what I’m looking for when I go out, don’t you?” she asked in a husky voice.

We didn’t reply. But I could feel my heart beating faster.

She looked at us again, licking her lips as she continued to fondle her nipples. “When I go out at night, I’m looking for one of two things. First, I’m always looking for someone new I can bring home with me, a beautiful woman who’ll be willing to play our game with us, who will let me fuck her while my daughters are watching…”

“God,” sighed Kate. I glanced at her and saw that she was tweaking her little nipples too.

“…and if I can’t find that, which most often I can’t, then I’ll just look for someone to have some fun with that night, a pretty woman or girl I can kiss and touch and who will maybe finger me or lick me and give me a nice hot orgasm before I come home.”

“God, Mommy…” Kate sighed again.

Our mother was holding both her breasts in her hands, massaging them and squeezing the nipples. She smiled at my sister and blew her a little kiss.

Then, as we watched, she did that amazing thing I’d seen her do on New Year’s Eve with Danni. She lifted a breast up toward her face, extending her tongue to lick the erect nipple. She kissed it and licked it, bathing it with her tongue, even sucking on it briefly, and then raised her other breast, doing the same with the other nipple.

“Wow,” Kate breathed. I looked at her again and saw that she had a hand between her legs. She was masturbating. I was still just sitting there, observing everything.

When she finished licking and kissing her own nipples, Mommy knelt on the end of the bed, then slowly came crawling toward us on her hands and knees. Now my heart was really beating fast.

She approached Kate, bringing her mouth very close to my sister’s. She whispered, “Do you want me to tell you everything I do with those women I meet? Every dirty nasty little detail?”

Kate nodded shyly, her eyes wide. I don’t think she was capable of speech at that moment. Mommy licked her own lips, then put out her tongue and licked around the edge of my sister’s mouth. I heard Kate whimpering.

“Okay, little girl, I’ll tell you all about it. I’ll tell you what your mommy does when I go out at night, about the sexy women I meet, and how we get each other excited.”

She sat back on her haunches, running her hands up and down her body, caressing her breasts, her abdomen, her thighs. “I’ll tell you about the way we dance together, the way we kiss and touch each other, sliding our hands up the insides of our legs, reaching under our skirts right in the middle of the dance floor and rubbing each other’s pussies.”

My hand was on my swollen clit, caressing it, my other hand on my breast, pinching the hard nipple. Without even realizing it, I had started to masturbate as I watched my mother acting so seductively.

“Is that what you want to hear?” Mommy asked.

Kate just nodded again.

“I can tell you more too, little one, much more. I’ll tell you everything you want to know. But first, there’s something I want you to do for me.” Turning, our mother reclined on the bed, laying her head on a pillow. She looked up at Kate. “Will you take off my undies?”

“Okay.” My sister’s voice was barely a squeak. I could see her trembling.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Then she slipped her fingers inside the waistband of the white lace g-string and gradually started tugging it down. Mommy raised her bottom up from the bed but did nothing else to help. It took Katie a minute to get the tight g-string over my mom’s hips and then all the way down her long legs and off.

“Thank you, sweetie.”

“Um, you’re welcome.”

“Now I think I need a kiss. Can you kiss me, right here?” She pointed to her mound, to the small patch of closely trimmed pubic hair just above her vulva.

A tiny whisper, “Okay.”

I rubbed my clit faster as I watched my sister slowly bending down, bringing her mouth to Mommy’s crotch, giving her a tender kiss.

My mother took Kate’s head in her hands and held her there for several seconds, actually pressing her face in more tightly against her body. When she released her, she said, “Thank you, darling, that was nice. Very nice. But now I need another kiss. Right here.”

She pointed to a spot between her breasts.

Kate swallowed. She put a hand between her legs and stroked herself, just briefly, before shifting higher on the bed and then leaning down again, bringing her lips to the spot our mother had pointed out.

This time, instead of holding Kate’s head, my mom put her hands on the sides of her breasts and pressed them together, catching my sister’s face between them. Kate began to pull away, but Mommy stopped her, saying, “No, don’t move, keep kissing me. Use your tongue.”

I wasn’t able to see what Kate was doing, but I heard some muffled licking sounds. Our mother cooed, “That’s a good girl. That’s Mommy’s good girl.” She squeezed her nipples between her thumbs and her forefingers as she pressed her breasts tightly against Kate’s face.

When my mom finally released her, Kate’s eyes were wide, her face flushed with excitement. She licked her lips and immediately a hand went between her legs, stroking rapidly.

Mommy smiled when she saw that. “Mmm, is my little girl getting turned on? Is your pussy getting wet?”

“Uh-huh,” Kate nodded.

Mine was too. Very wet.

“Okay,” our mother said. “Come here and lie down next to me now and I’ll tell you everything I do when I go out at night. Julie, you come here too.”

She smiled and held her hands out to us. We went to her.

As we started to lie down, Mommy said, “Katie, can you turn off the light? Let’s do this in the dark.”

“All right.”

For the next hour, or maybe longer, we listened as our mother recounted in detail how she went out looking for women to have sex with, how she would make eye contact with them, talk with them, dance with them, and then begin kissing and caressing. She told us how sometimes they would seek a secluded corner of a nightclub for more intimate touching, reaching inside each other’s panties (if they were wearing any), occasionally even bringing each other to orgasm right there in the open.

We were all three masturbating as we lay in her bed in the dark, listening to her low voice as she described her sexy encounters with these women. She gave us evocative descriptions of some of the ones she’d been with recently, their hair, their eyes, their mouths, their breasts. She told us how exhilarating it was to touch another woman’s pussy, a complete stranger, someone she hadn’t met before, how thrilling it was to slide her hand up between her legs, to see what she would discover.

How much pussy hair would this new woman have? Would she be completely bald, as so many were these days? It was so exciting to find out. And what would her lips be like, her labia? Small and delicate, or thick and full? Would she already be wet when——

I came then, as she talked about exploring another woman’s pussy in the dark corner of a nightclub. My mother paused to let me finish. I was kind of surprised that I climaxed first that night. Sometimes it took me a little longer than Kate or my mom, but not this time.

She went on to tell us more, and soon both she and my sister were having their own orgasms. But we didn’t stop there. We continued touching ourselves and she kept on talking about going to different clubs and bars, trying to find someone she could dance with and kiss and hopefully seduce. She even told us that sometimes, if she was feeling extra needy, she would go to a strip club and pay one of the young girls there to take her in the back and lick her and fuck her and sit on her face until they both came several times. That sounded totally nasty and hot, and it made both me and Kate come as we listened.

That wasn’t what happened every time our mother went out, though. There were nights when she would return home unfulfilled, unsatisfied. She confessed that often those were the times when she would come into my room late at night to play with me.

“I get back here and I’m still feeling all worked up,” she whispered to us. “Of course I can always just get in bed and play with myself, which I usually will, but sometimes I just have to touch someone, I have to feel their warm skin. So I go in to see you, or maybe Mol— um, I mean, that’s when I go in to see you, Julie, and now Katie too.”

A minute later she was climaxing again as she talked about visiting me or my sister in my bed at night. I was almost ready for another orgasm too, but something else had caught my attention.

When my mother started to say ‘Mol’ and then stopped, did she mean Molly? That sometimes at night she went to her room to play sexual games with her, the way she did with me? Was that possible? I wondered if it really was, and as I kept thinking about it, as I pictured my mommy getting in bed with my baby sister, kissing her and touching her, I came again, this time even harder than before.

We all had many orgasms in the dark in my mother’s bed as she kept telling us about her experiences of going out and searching for lovely young women she could fool around with.

I’m not sure how or when it happened, but at some point, Kate and I turned onto our sides to face our mother, and we began to kiss, three mouths close together, tongues licking and exploring. The two of us ended up straddling her thighs, still masturbating as we kissed, and now also clutching at her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her hard nipples.

She touched us too, sliding her hands up and down our naked bodies, her fingers reaching down to our bottoms, even moving into our cracks, probing — wait, was that her finger pressing in on my anus? Could it be? Yes, it was! I’d never felt that before, never expected to feel it, and now it made me come, powerfully and wetly.

Kate started coming too, just a moment later. Our mother held us close, petting us and gently kissing us, as we climaxed on top of her. After we were both finished, she whispered to us that it was very, very late, and time for us to try to get some sleep. I was surprised she did not tell us to go back to our own beds. She was going to let us spend the whole night with her. I was delighted, and I’m sure my sister was as well.

I licked my fingers and snuggled close to my mom, soon falling asleep.

I remember having the most wonderful dream that night, a sexy dream about dressing up and going out on the town with my mommy, dancing with her and others, having so much fun — except that at the clubs we went to in my dream, there were not only women there, but lots of young girls too, the cutest little girls in very short skirts… oh, how lovely it was…

* * *

When I awoke in the morning, I was lying on my side. My mother was behind me, spooning with me, her hand resting on my hip. Her slow, deep breathing made me think she was still asleep.

I raised my head to look at the clock. It was a few minutes after 9:00. As I laid my head on the pillow again, I felt a gentle kiss on my neck.

“Good morning, pumpkin,” my mom whispered.

“Hi.”

Her hand slid up to cup my breast. She hugged me tenderly. It was so nice and warm and secure in her bed, I never wanted to move. Except I had to go to the toilet.

I took her hand in mine and moved it away as I got up. “Sorry, um, I’ll be right back.”

When I returned from the bathroom, my mother wasn’t there. Kate was still in the bed, fast asleep, lying on the other side, facing away. I looked around for a moment and listened, but couldn’t hear anything.

The room was cool and I was naked. I shivered, quickly deciding to get back under the covers. As I was getting in, my mom came through the door. She was wearing a thin robe, which she removed, tossing it over a chair.

“Scoot over,” she said, and I did. She slid in next to me and pulled me close, spooning again, but facing toward Kate. I smiled happily.

“I just wanted to check on Molly,” she told me. “She’s still asleep, the little dumpling.”

“Okay.”

We cuddled, her hand holding my breast, her thighs warm against the back of mine. She kissed my neck sweetly a few times, then parted her lips, beginning to lick and nibble. I felt my nipples getting hard.

Kate stirred and stretched. It was a little early for her to wake up, but then this was the first time she’d slept in our mother’s bed. It was a new experience for her. She turned over, looking at us, blinking her sleepiness away.

“Hey… hi, you guys.”

“Hi, puddin’,” Mommy said. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Yeah, I did, I really did.” Kate rubbed her eyes, yawning and stretching again. I loved looking at her body. So smooth and long and lean and desirable.

When she finished stretching, she said, “Um, can I… can I cuddle with you guys?”

“Of course you can, baby. Here, let’s do it this way.” My mother climbed over me and settled in between us, on her back. She put her arms out on either side, and Kate and I both snuggled up close to her, our heads resting on her chest, just above her breasts. Kate grinned at me and I grinned at her.

Mommy stroked our hair, sighing contentedly. “Now all we need is Molly,” I heard her whisper, apparently to herself.

“I could go get her,” I proposed. “Do you want me too?”

“No, no, it’s all right. Just let her sleep. There’ll be plenty of time for… everything… soon enough.”

The way she said that made my pussy tingle. I turned my head slightly and planted a soft kiss on the swell of my mother’s breast.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” she whispered.

I kissed her again, moving my lips down a little this time, inching closer to her nipple.

She squeezed my shoulder and said, “Come on up here, honey, both of you now, and give your mom a good morning kiss.”

We did. We each kissed her on the lips. She hugged us and gave us nice long kisses, but without opening her mouth. Then she told us it was time to get up and get our day started.

Continue on to Chapter 43