Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

AUTHOR’S NOTE:  This is, of course, the continuation of a long story that I began writing quite a while ago. Because it has been more than two and a half years (!) since I posted the last installment of the series at Lesbian Lolita, I might recommend that you go back and re-read some of the more recent chapters, maybe starting around #69 or #70, before going on to this one. That way you’ll be familiar again with all the characters and the situations.

 

 

I guess the first thing I should do, for whoever might be reading this someday, is tell you guys I’m sorry.

See, what happened is, around that time when we got so involved with Dana and Chelsea, I stopped updating my sexual diary as regularly. I’d maintained the diary for more than a year by then, writing almost daily about my experiences, and to be honest I was getting kind of burned out on that. I still picked it up from time to time and wrote a few pages, but maybe only once a week or even once a month. What that means for you is I won’t have quite as much detail, all the day-to-day stuff, in this next part as I did before.

Also, I was starting to work a lot more diligently then on what I considered really serious writing, you know, short stories and stuff I hoped I might be able to submit for publication. Most of my early writing of that sort was not very good, but after a lot of practice and effort, and some excellent coaching from a couple of teachers at school, I was gradually getting better.

I’m proud to say now, at age 18, that I recently sold two of my short stories to a small literary magazine. Yes! Of course, I was paid only a few hundred dollars for each of the stories, but you have to start somewhere, right?

My eventual goal is to become a professional author, someone who can make a living that way, publishing novels and short story collections. I don’t know if that will ever happen, but I’m determined to give it a try. I’ve just finished my first year of college, attending a private university near our home so I can keep living with my mom and my sisters. My major is English, and I’m planning to get a Masters in Education. That way I can teach if absolutely necessary.

Anyway, it’s summer now, and I have some time off, so I decided to get this account of my sexual adventures up to date. So, where did I leave off?

Oh, yes, that’s right. It was around 8:30 on a Sunday morning. The date was May 9, 2010… Mother’s Day!

* * *

The large table in our formal dining room was set with only two places. We’d used our best silver and china, reserved for the most special occasions, and I’d decorated the table with several small but fragrant flower arrangements. I’d also purchased a brand-new white tablecloth edged with lace — not too expensive, however, because I knew it was likely to get dirty and possibly ruined.

A pair of captain’s chairs were next to one another on the long side of the table facing the passage where Mommy and Dana came in from the family room. At each of the two place settings was a steaming mug of rich hot coffee. A plate of cinnamon rolls, warm from the oven and dripping with gooey sugary frosting, was in the center of the table. But the most enticing thing the women beheld as they entered the room was not the rolls, or the coffee, or the flowers… it was the little girls, Molly and Chelsea.

The kids were lying back on the table stark naked, feet resting on the arms of the chairs, knees up and legs wide apart. Both were up on their elbows, grinning madly, calling, “Happy Mother’s Day!” Each of the girls had frosting on their hairless vulvas in the shape of a heart, surrounding their pussies.

Kate and I were naked as well, standing at either end of the table, arms held out like game-show presenters on TV displaying a prize. We joined the cry, “Happy Mother’s Day!”

When our mothers got over their surprise and joy at what they’d found, after they’d hugged and kissed Kate and me and leaned over the table to kiss the younger girls’ mouths, we sat them in the chairs. They each had a few sips of coffee, enjoyed a bite or two of the cinnamon rolls — and then ate their daughters.

This was the first time Dana had ever licked Chelsea’s pussy. I made sure to stand right next to them and witness the exciting event, while also masturbating. I’d had sex with Chelsea the night before, along with Kate and Molly in my bed, and I knew the child was capable of reaching orgasm although she was still only 7 years old. But oh my god, it was so thrilling to be there and watch it happen this way, to see the little girl about to climax in her mother’s mouth.

I saw her big blue eyes grow wide as Dana’s tongue and lips worked on her, licking and sucking her tiny pussy. Chelsea was still pushed up on her elbows, staring down between her spread legs at her mommy’s lips fastened there, eating her. She was breathing fast, pretty face turning red. I heard little whimpers from her, like a kitten mewing. These soon got louder, and then her whole body began to tremble. She was squirming around on the table, as if the feelings were too intense and she wanted to get away, but her mother had a firm grip, holding her tight, keeping her mouth right where it was.

“Eat your little girl, make her come!” I urged, as I feverishly rubbed my swollen clit. I was quickly getting very close.

Dana glanced up then, briefly raising her face from her daughter’s crotch, licking her lips and smiling at me. I could see that she had the tip of one finger inside the opening to Chelsea’s vagina, gently fucking the child.

“She tastes really good,” Dana chuckled. “I shoulda done this a long time ago!”

Then she put her mouth back over Chelsea’s clit, eagerly sucking and nibbling, making hungry ‘nom-nom’ sounds. As I watched them, I slid a finger up inside my own moist vagina while tickling my clit with the other hand. I was nearly there and could climax at any time — but I wanted to wait, try to reach orgasm at the same time as Chelsea.

I took a quick look over at the other three. My mom was eating my little sister Molly, her mouth completely covering the girl’s vulva. It looked like she might be fucking her with her tongue. Molly was in ecstasy, lying back with her eyes closed, her mouth open, shuddering and moaning. She was obviously right on the edge if not in the throes of an extended climax.

Kate had actually climbed up onto the table and was bent over them with one foot on the chair, humping her naked pussy on Mommy’s shoulder. I could tell from my sister’s high-pitched squeals that she was almost ready to come.

I heard Chelsea squeal as well, and then a sudden loud gasp. Looking back at her, I saw that she was shaking all over, her smooth skin flushed with arousal. It appeared the child might be holding her breath. Her face was turning redder and redder, and after a few seconds she gasped again. She was trembling, squealing, panting, gasping, her eyes squeezed shut, and then…… Yes!

The little girl shuddered — groaned — quaked in a series of powerful spasms. There was no doubt at all what I was seeing: an orgasm, a very strong one. She was coming in her mother’s mouth. I came too.

* * *

After Dana and Mommy were done eating the Mother’s Day treat we’d prepared for them, the six of us sat talking for a little while, everyone feeling warm and happy. We all needed showers, though, being covered with frosting and other sweet sticky things.

We got cleaned up, the kids putting the kitchen and the dining room back in order and doing the dishes while the moms relaxed, and then later in the day we went to see a movie, Hot Tub Time Machine, which was pretty funny.

Dana and Chelsea headed home after the movie, and we drove back to our house too. When we went inside, each starting off to do her own thing — Molly to play with dolls, and Kate a video game — my mother took me aside.

“Honey, I think we should talk a little bit. Do you want to go for a walk?”

“Sure, Mommy.”

It was nice and warm outside, a drowsy late afternoon in May, just right for casual walking. We strolled around the neighborhood, hand in hand. I felt the luckiest girl in the world, with a great family and a beautiful sexy lover — who also happened to be my mom!

Soon she brought up the reason for our walk. “I wanted to let you know some of the things that Dana and I were talking about last night, both before dinner, and then in bed.”

She was quiet for a moment, and so I said, “Okay.”

“Well, you know her story, or most of it anyway. How she had to run away from home and then how she worked for several years doing whatever she had to do to survive, getting into porn and, I’m sorry to say, a lot more unpleasant things than that.”

“Yeah,” I nodded, “it must have been really hard for her. I can’t even imagine.”

My mother squeezed my hand. “I’m glad you can’t imagine. No girl, or boy for that matter, should ever have to endure what she’s gone through. But she’s done really well for herself, all things considered. I’d say she’s a remarkable young woman.”

It was kind of amusing that my mom referred to Dana, who was 27, as a ‘young woman’ because they’re actually less than five years apart. My mother has always come across as steady and confident for her age, however, while Dana is, well, I’ve said before that she sometimes seemed even younger than me, and I was just 12 then!

That sort of gets to where this conversation was going, eventually anyway. First, though, my mom said, “I’ve been thinking I’d like to do something for her, but I wanted to get your reaction to it first, get your advice. Okay?”

“Well, sure, of course.” I was thrilled that my mother wanted to ask me for advice. It really was as though we were in a committed relationship — and in fact we were!

“You know that the job she has now is nothing very special,” she continued. “There’s not much of a future in it at all.”

That was true enough. Dana worked as a receptionist at a small insurance agency. My mother had pointed the office out to me one time as we were driving by. It looked pretty tacky.

“She’s making barely over the minimum wage,” Mommy said. I could hear a touch of anger in her voice. Her hand in mine was growing tense. “It’s a wonder to me how she and Chelsea are able to survive on such a pittance.”

Taking a deep breath, apparently trying to calm herself, she went on, “So, here’s my idea. I’ll make Dana a loan, provide her sort of a startup fund so she can quit that job — or just work part-time — and then go back to school. She wants to study fashion design.”

“Fashion design?”

“Uh-huh,” my mother smiled. “I know that may not seem like a very serious occupation to you or to me, but it’s what interests her the most, and that’s fine. If it’s what she wants to do, then she should do it.”

“Sure, of course,” I agreed, squeezing her hand. I was glad she seemed to be relaxing a bit.

We stopped walking. My mother nodded toward a building across the street. We’d reached a broad avenue about a mile from our house. Cars swished by. There was a gas station, a couple of restaurants, several different kinds of shops, and on the front of the building directly across from us, a sign reading: Institute of Fashion Technology.

“I checked on the tuition a few days ago,” Mommy told me. “It’s really not that much. With what I’m earning now as a partner, we can easily afford it. But I want to make sure you think it’s a good idea too.”

“I… I think it’s awesome.” I was feeling kind of overwhelmed at that point, surprised to learn my mother thought so much of Dana that she would really do that kind of thing for her. It was perfectly fine with me, and I was touched by my mom’s generosity, the depth of her caring.

I turned and hugged her, squeezing tightly. “Mommy, I love you.”

She patted my back and kissed the top of my head. “Well, I love you too, sweetheart, very much.”

When I pulled away, there were tears in my eyes. I wiped my face with the backs of my hands.

“What’s brought this on?” Mommy smiled.

“It’s just… I think it’s really nice, and I love you for it, for wanting to do that for her.”

“Oh, I’m glad to hear you say that, sweetie.” She gave me a quick kiss, then said, “Uh, let’s keep walking, because there are a couple of other things too.”

“All right.”

We turned off the main avenue and started walking back in the general direction of our house. The street we were on went uphill, getting us some good exercise for our calves. This was a zone of apartment buildings, mostly, and we also passed an elementary school and some doctor’s offices and things like that.

I remember thinking how much nicer this neighborhood was than the one where Dana and Chelsea lived, which was kind of run down, even a little scary in places. It turned out my mother was thinking exactly the same thing.

“Now, in addition to making her the loan for tuition,” she said, “and supporting her so she can quit working and attend that fashion institute, I’ve also been thinking about that crummy apartment where they live. You know, the schools really aren’t very good over there…”

“They’re not?” I asked.

“No, they’re not. It shouldn’t be that way, of course, but it is. When you can afford to live in a nice neighborhood, that means your kids will go to a better school. And if you’re not so well off, your children often end up paying the price, forced to attend a school with bad teachers and an unsafe environment.”

“That’s not fair, Mom.”

“No, it’s not, but that’s the way the world works, at least in this country. It’s absolutely not fair.” More anger in her voice. She took another deep breath and let it out. “Anyway, what would you think if we helped them move over here, to an apartment like one of these?”

We stopped walking again and my mother nodded toward a pleasant-looking and fairly new apartment building across the street from us, the kind with an attendant at the gate to the parking area. I could see a big playground inside the fence, with some kids playing on the swings and stuff.

“It’s nice,” I said, “but could she afford that?”

“No,” my mother chuckled, squeezing my hand, “not on what she’s making now. And certainly not if she quit working. We’d have to help her out with the rent. And that’s what I want to ask you about. First, do you think we should do that? Would you be comfortable with it? And second, if we did decide to make the offer, do you think she would accept?”

“Hm, I don’t know,” I said. “Let me think about that.”

“All right. Let’s keep walking.”

I knew my mother wasn’t asking me these questions just to make me feel good. She wouldn’t do that. She was genuinely interested in my opinion, and so I wanted to take the time to think about my answers before replying.

We walked uphill some more, gradually leaving the apartments and entering a section of single-family homes, closer to where we lived.

Finally, I said, “Yes, I think we should do that. Dana deserves it. I mean, she deserves a chance to get a better life. After all, it wasn’t her fault what happened to her, when she was young and everything. So, yeah, it would be great for her. And for Chelsea too.” I tipped my head back in the direction of the new-looking elementary school we’d passed earlier. “She should get to go to a good school.”

“I agree,” said Mommy.

“And even if it means we have to use, I mean, whatever money you’re saving up for, like, our college and stuff, that doesn’t matter. We’ve had all the advantages. Dana and Chelsea should get their chance too. I don’t care if I have to get a job and work my way through college or whatever. I wouldn’t mind. It would be worth it.”

“Oh, that’s sweet, honey.”

My mother stopped and gave me a tight hug, then added, “I appreciate your saying that, although I really don’t think you’ll have to worry about it. We’ll be able to afford a good university for you and for the other girls too, even if we do help Dana.”

“We will?”

“Yes, definitely.”

“Okay, good.”

Now it was my turn to take a deep breath as we started walking again, and then slowly let it out. It hadn’t been easy for me to make a promise like that, but I was very glad I did. I’d meant it.

“Um, and, about whether she would accept it,” I continued. “Yeah, I think she would. Probably, anyway. I mean, she might not want to at first, but if we explain that it’s mainly for Chelsea or something, I think she’ll see it’s a good idea. Don’t you think?”

“I hope so. I guess we’ll find out.”

By then, we were almost home. As we approached our house, she said, “All right, that covers two of the points I wanted to discuss. And I’m glad you and I agree on what we should do. Thank you, sweetie, for talking it over with me.”

“You’re welcome, Mom. Thanks for asking.” I squeezed her hand and she squeezed back.

We walked across the lawn and onto our porch. Before opening the front door, she paused, looking at me. “There is one other thing, but it’s something we should talk about with the other kids too, Katie and Molly. All right?”

“Sure, of course, whatever you want.”

It was getting close to dinner time, so while Mommy went upstairs to get my sisters and bring them down for our chat, I secretly got on the phone and called a sushi restaurant we liked, ordering several of my mother’s favorites for delivery. The place was kind of expensive, but their fish was really fresh, and anyway it was worth it. I’d made enough money from my babysitting jobs to be able to treat her to dinner on Mother’s Day.

As they came down, I finished placing the order and hung up the phone. I didn’t think my mom had heard and I was glad because I was hoping to make it a surprise. I wanted the treat to be from all of us, though, so I whispered to Molly and Kate and let them know.

Mommy asked us to sit with her around the dining table instead of in the family room. To us kids, that meant this was going to be an important conversation, because that was where we always sat when she wanted to talk with us about serious stuff, like our report cards or her parent-teacher conferences.

“All right, girls,”, she began, “first I want to thank you each for a simply wonderful Mother’s Day surprise this morning. That was very sweet — sweet-tasting, I mean, not only those cinnamon rolls, but your little pussies too!”

We had a good laugh about that. My mom looked happy and pretty, her face shining with love.

She went on, “So, I want to talk with you kids about Dana and Chelsea, specifically about Dana. She and I have been talking a lot about certain things, and last night in bed, we discussed some ways in which our relationship might change, how she might, well, almost become part of our family.”

Suddenly I felt nervous and worried. Was she about to say that she and Dana were becoming a couple? Like they were in love with each other? But where would that leave me? I mean, I liked Dana a lot, even loved her, but I thought my mom and I had something really special, that we were committed to each other. Weren’t we??

I’ve never been able to hide my feelings. My mother and sisters sometimes say my face is an open book, and I guess it must be.

Anyway, Mommy reached out and took my hand, smiling warmly. Obviously she could tell what I was thinking. “Honey, don’t worry, it’s nothing like that, not at all. In fact, it’s almost the opposite.”

I glanced across the table and saw Kate rolling her eyes at me and shaking her head, as if saying, shit, Julie, can’t you see how gaga Mommy is over you, how there never could be anyone else?

Without using any words, my dear sister’s look reassured me. I took another in a series of deep breaths, swallowed back a lump in my throat, and said, “The opposite? What do you mean?”

“Well, what I mean is this. As you know, Dana had to leave home early, when she was barely 15 years old, and she’s never gone back, not once. But even when she lived there, the child never had much of a mother. She never had any siblings either, brothers or sisters. She’s been mostly alone in her life, except for Chelsea, and even though she’s managed to get by, doing quite well even, under trying circumstances, she’s always longed to have a real family. That’s what she told me last night, while we were in bed together, talking.”

My mother paused. There were tears in her eyes. A big one rolled down her cheek. “The poor girl. All she wants is to be loved and cared for.”

She wiped away the tear with her finger. I remember admiring her sexy bright red nail polish. Funny, isn’t it, what we notice at certain times?

“So, Dana asked me last night if, well, if I would allow her to think of me and also treat me as her mother, in a way,” Mommy said. “She wants and needs someone like that, someone to look up to, and trust, and confide in. Of course, I told her that would be just fine, that I would love to think of her as an older daughter.”

Smiling, she looked around the table at each of us, gazing into our eyes one by one, before adding softly, “And she wants to think of you girls as her sisters, the sisters she never had. What do you think, would you like that?”

“Is she gonna live here?” Kate asked, typically bold.

“No,” Mommy chuckled, “they won’t live here. Although I am going to help them move to an apartment near here, closer to us. At least that’s what I’m planning, if she’ll agree. That way, little Chelsea could come here after school if her mother’s not at home, instead of having to be all by herself. Chelsea would be like a baby sister to you girls.”

“I’d like that,” Molly said. “I like Chelsea.”

“I’m glad, honey.”

“Well, but…” Kate frowned, trying to puzzle it out. “If Chelsea is like our sister, and if Dana is like your daughter, that would mean she’s like our sister too, right? So…”

“I know, it is kind of confusing. But that’s okay, we’ll figure things out. As long as you’re all three comfortable with this, that is. We don’t have to do any of it if you don’t want to,” Mommy said.

“No, it’s fine,” said Kate, with a shrug. “I want to do whatever’s good for her and stuff. And for Chelsea.”

“Me too,” nodded Molly.

“And me,” I confirmed.

“Good,” our mother smiled. “So I guess that’s settled. Maybe we’ll have them over for dinner later this week and talk about it some more, all of us together. But now, speaking of dinner, aren’t you kids getting hungry? Shall we go out somewhere?”

Ding-dong! The doorbell rang at that very moment, as if by magic. Ha-ha, perfect timing!

I jumped up from the table.

“We don’t have to go out for dinner, Mommy,” I called, racing toward the front door. “We got it for you!”

* * *

So, that’s how things changed between us and Dana and Chelsea. They did become part of our family in a very meaningful way, and still are to this day. We love them like crazy.

Before I go on to other things, I want to tell you a little bit about our first night together as a united family. It was kind of fun.

We had them over to dinner on the Friday night following Mother’s Day. Mommy made grilled salmon, which was delicious, and after we finished eating and Kate and I cleaned up the dishes, we all sat down together in the family room.

Dana could hardly believe the news at first. Mommy told her about our plan to provide a “loan” so Dana could quit working and study fashion design. But it was like she was not even able to comprehend what was being said. The tiny blonde had a look on her face of complete bewilderment, almost as if Mommy was speaking a foreign language or something.

When she finally began to realize what was being offered, Dana’s first reaction, as I’d expected, was to refuse. She protested that she could never accept such generosity. It took a little convincing, but once we’d explained to her that she could pay back the loan whenever she was ready, and after we talked about how important it would be for Chelsea’s future as well as her own, she finally agreed. Of course, she fell all over Mommy then, hugging her and kissing her and crying tears of joy. I was crying too.

After we settled down, we next told her our idea for them to move to a nicer apartment much closer to us, where Chelsea would be able to go to a good school and where she could come and stay with us at our house every day after school if she wanted.

Once more, Dana found it difficult to believe it was really true. “Why… why… why would you…? But I don’t, I don’t…” Tears were rolling down her cheeks.

“Because we love you, dear,” our mother gently said. “Because you’re family.”

“Oh my god!” Again Dana sprang into Mommy’s arms, completely overcome, sobbing on and on for several minutes this time.

I got up and went to her, patting and rubbing the woman’s back, massaging her shoulders, trying to soothe her. Kate and Molly and Chelsea came over too. Soon we were all hugging and kissing and crying, proclaiming our undying love and devotion to one another.

Can you guess what happened next? Probably you can. Our kisses of comfort and familial affection gradually became kisses of desire and passion. Our hugs and tender caresses gave way to lustful stroking and fondling of erogenous zones.

We made love on the sofa in the family room, spilling onto the carpet as well. We kind of rolled around together, pulling off all our clothes, grabbing and groping and kissing and licking — pretty much everyone getting it on with whoever happened to be nearby.

What was especially interesting and fun about it was that this was the first time we had sex while in our new roles. Mommy had assured Dana that she was committed to being a true mother for her, and also that Kate and Molly and I would be happy to think of her as a sister. Chelsea was our sister too, now, and that’s how the relationships turned out to work.

It was like we got two new sisters, our mom got two new daughters, and oddly Chelsea and Dana were somehow more like sisters now than mother and daughter. Seems strange, I know, but it worked for us. And it was exciting to think of things that way, to imagine that I had a big sister whose pretty pussy I was licking when I put my mouth between Dana’s legs. When I saw Kate humping Chelsea, riding her, pussy to pussy, I could believe — and I did believe — that I was watching two of my sisters fuck.

I remember at one point seeing my mom sitting on the floor with her back against the sofa, Dana at one breast and Chelsea at the other, both eagerly licking and sucking her nipples. She petted them, stroking their hair, murmuring to them, “That’s right, little girls, suck Mommy’s nipples. Suck Mommy’s nipples.” Kate and Molly were between our mother’s legs, eating her pussy. I was standing up, watching them and masturbating. God, it was so incredibly hot. I came many times, and so did the others.

* * *

We all slept together that night, believe it or not, crowding into our mother’s king-size bed. It was a tight fit, to say the least, but it just felt right. We wanted to be close, and we certainly were. Mommy was in the middle with Dana on one side of her and Molly on the other. Kate was next to Molly, Chelsea was snuggled in on Dana’s other side, and I was next to Chelsea. We were a very happy family.

Continue on to Chapter 86