Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

Instead of having our dinner brought to us in the suite that evening, we ate at one of the hotel restaurants, a place we hadn’t visited before. It was French, or supposed to be anyway, with fancy tablecloths and waiters in tuxedos and everything.

I didn’t think we were really dressed for such a nice environment, since we were all wearing jeans, but apparently that didn’t matter. Plus, the place was almost empty. Only two other tables were occupied besides ours, and that, along with our aunt being a VIP, meant we received excellent service.

The food was really good there, but the most interesting thing about the occasion was what happened before we actually began eating. Aunt Barbara asked for a martini after we were seated, and my sister and I both ordered Cokes. Then our aunt excused herself for a visit to the ladies room. When she returned a few minutes later, she had kind of a mysterious smile on her face. I wondered what was up.

Our drinks had been delivered by then. Aunt Barbara took a healthy sip of her martini, licking her lips and saying, “Mmmm.” Then she set her glass down and smiled at us. “Well, that feels better. Those tags were bothering me.”

“What do you mean?” Kate asked.

“I took them off.”

“The tags?”

“No,” our aunt chuckled. “I took the underwear off.”

I took a closer look at her chest. Her nipples were clearly protruding through the tight sweater — which told me she had not put her other bra back on, the one she’d removed in the changing room. That flesh-colored bra had lining that would prevent such an obvious display of nipple erection. Then I thought about the panties. Was she wearing the ones she’d had on before, with the gooey wet spot? Or did she have no undies on at all? Either way, it gave me a lot to think about as we made our selections and then enjoyed our meal.

In the elevator on the way back up, Aunt Barbara asked Kate if she could have a look at her camera. My sister took it out of the bag around her shoulder and handed it to her.

“Hmm, very nice. Maybe we should…”

Just then the elevator doors came open. We exited and headed down the hall to our suite. I noticed that our aunt, who was still holding the camera, walked a bit unsteadily. She’d had two martinis, and then drunk a full bottle of wine by herself.

Inside the room, she said, “You know what? I think maybe we should have a fashion show. I’ll be the photographer. You girls can model the things we bought, all right?”

“A fashion show?” said Kate.

“Sure. You put those things on and I’ll take your pictures. It’ll be fun.”

My sister looked at me. I nodded eagerly. This was a very good idea.

“Okay,” Kate agreed. “But, should we put the stuff on here, or, like, in our bedroom or something?”

“Here is fine,” Aunt Barbara nodded, “unless you’re just too modest to undress in front of me, that is.” Then with a silly giggle, she added, “Except I already know you’re not.”

Our aunt was definitely plastered. Her eyes were glassy, her stance wobbly.

“Come on,” I said to my sister. “She’s right, it’ll be fun!” I sat down on the sofa and started to take off my shoes and socks. Kate shrugged and did the same.

“Good girls. And, uh, speaking of getting undressed… I’ll be back in just a minute, don’t you worry.” Aunt Barbara placed the camera on a table by the sofa, then walked into her bedroom, meandering slightly.

She didn’t bother to close the door, so I watched her kicked off the high heels, then pull the sweater off and drop it onto the bed. Her breasts were bare. I nudged Kate and tipped my head toward the room. She followed my gaze.

We both saw our aunt reach up and remove a few pins that were holding her hair in a bun. She shook her head vigorously. Her hair fell across her shoulders in glossy golden waves (artificially colored, no doubt). She looked really beautiful.

Then she turned to face a mirror on a vanity. We couldn’t see the mirror, but we could see what she did next. Aunt Barbara took her breasts in her hands, squeezing them as she admired her reflection. She pinched the erect nipples, licking her lips.

“Wow,” Kate breathed.

“Yeah, I think we might have some fun tonight,” I whispered as I began to unbutton my flannel shirt.

Aunt Barbara opened her jeans and pushed them down. She wore no panties. We could see her bush. She stepped out of the jeans, leaving them on the floor. We watched her lean close to the mirror, studying her face. She picked up a tube of red lipstick and carefully applied it, then stood back again to assess her appearance. Apparently satisfied, she walked across the room, out of our view.

“What do you think we should put on first?” Kate asked, as she picked up the shopping bag that held our purchases. We were both naked by then.

“Maybe nothing,” I replied.

“Really?”

“No, I’m kidding. Um, let’s do something different, okay? You try on my bra and tap pants and I’ll wear one of your nighties. Then we can trade later.”

“Okay.”

Kate got out the stuff. We stood up and put them on.

A moment later Aunt Barbara came out of her bedroom. She was wearing a short terry cloth robe, light blue with white trim. The robe, which was loosely tied, came to just below her butt. On her feet were low heel slippers, also light blue. Her legs looked amazing.

She smiled when she saw us in the revealing lingerie. “Ooh, how nice! You know, I was wrong what I said earlier. I shouldn’t be such a… prude. You kids look fantastic dressed like that.”

“You think so?” I held out my arms, striking a pose, displaying my otherwise nude body within the transparent red nightie.

“Yes, I do, I sure do.” She picked up the camera. “So, let me see, do I have to turn this on or something?”

My sister went to her. “Yeah, it’s… this button.”

We heard a soft beep.

“Now you just, like, look through here,” Kate said. “And then, you know, click the button. Everything else is kind of automatic.”

“All right, I think I can manage that. Julie, let’s start with you, dear. Just hold that pose.” She took a couple of shots, then said, “Okay, turn around now, and let me see the back. Mmm, so sweet.”

Kate and I spent the next half hour or so modeling for our aunt while she snapped pictures. We exchanged outfits once, and as were doing that, the camera kept on clicking. We pretended not to notice.

Then Kate took over the camera so she could get some shots of Aunt Barbara in her robe. The woman really got into it, enjoying herself, vamping like a Playboy centerfold. That led to her flashing her breasts and then opening her legs, showing her crotch to the lens. I thought she might even start touching herself, masturbating for the camera, but she didn’t.

Within a few minutes, our aunt was lying on the sofa, completely nude, hands behind her head, long legs stretched out, and apart. The terry robe was on the floor. Kate moved all around her, taking one photo after another. I discovered later that she had been cleverly zooming in, getting nice sharp closeups of erect nipples and moist pussy lips.

But then Aunt Barbara seemed to have a sudden change of mind. Maybe the alcohol was wearing off, or perhaps it was just a pang of conscience. In any case, she sat up on the sofa and picked up the robe, clutching it over her breasts.

“You know, I… maybe… I think we, uh, it might be getting late, kids, almost time for bed.”

It wasn’t really that late, in fact, not even 9:00 yet. But that didn’t make any difference. Our aunt got to her feet and pulled the robe on, cinching it tightly around the waist. As she stepped into the slippers, she said, “You girls go to bed now. This was fun, but… I’ll see you in the morning.”

She gave us each a kiss on the cheek, then went into her room, closing the door.

I stood for a moment, thinking, looking at that closed bedroom door.

“Well?” said Kate. She was in the red nightie now. I was wearing the cream tap pants and bralette.

“It’s not over.”

“What?”

“It’s not over,” I repeated. “Mommy said I should fuck them, fuck them all.”

“What are you talking about?”

I smiled at her. “Nothing, just… I’ll tell you later.”

We picked up our clothes and the camera and our purchases from La Perla and took everything into our bedroom.

After thinking a little more, I said to Kate, “Um, let’s take off the stuff we’re wearing and put on just, like, t-shirts — that’s all, just t-shirts and nothing else — no panties, okay?”

“Okay,” she shrugged. “So, we’re going to bed?”

I grinned and shook my head. “Nope, not yet.”

We both changed into t-shirts, then brushed our teeth. By that time, it had been maybe ten minutes since Aunt Barbara left to go to her room. I figured that was enough.

I took Kate’s hand and led her out of the room, turning the light off behind us. We walked silently through the dark to our aunt’s bedroom door, and paused for a moment, listening. Although it was faint, we heard what I thought we would hear: the soundtrack of a porn movie, almost certainly lesbian.

I nodded to Kate. She had a puzzled look on her face, not sure what I was planning. That was fine. All she would have to do is follow my lead. I knocked on the door.

“Uhh — just a minute!” Aunt Barbara called.

The sound of the video went off. A few seconds later, the door opened partway. Our aunt was wearing the terry robe, but it wasn’t tied. She held the sides together with a hand. Her face was flushed and slightly sweaty. She pushed some strands of blonde hair back with her other hand. “Yes, girls?”

“Hi,” I said. “Um, can we talk to you for a minute?”

“Well, uh… sure, of course.” She stepped back, opening the door more widely. I went into the room, Kate behind me.

The bed was open, sheets rumpled. I saw the remote for the DVD player lying there. A lamp by the bed was on, providing the only illumination in the room. On the nightstand was a glass with a small amount of amber liquid in it. Another drink, I assumed.

Our aunt wavered a bit, again not too steady on her feet. Then she sat heavily on the side of the bed. She looked up at us, smiling, her brow slightly furrowed. “So, uh, what’s on your mind? Did you need something?”

I sat down beside Aunt Barbara, motioning to Kate to sit on her other side, which she did.

“Well, see,” I began, “my sister and I, we were talking, and I was saying to her how you’ve been so nice to us, showing us around and everything, and then how you bought all those pretty things for us today, and they were so expensive…”

My aunt patted my leg, leaving her hand there. The t-shirts Kate and I had on were long enough to cover our crotches, though not by much. Our thighs were bare.

She said, “Oh, honey, it’s just fine. Not a problem. I’m glad I could get those things for you. I’m only sorry I had to leave you two on your own yesterday, with nothing to do.”

“That’s all right,” I told her. “We found plenty of things to do, didn’t we, Kate?”

“Yeah, we did,” my sister giggled.

I put my hand over my aunt’s hand, on my leg. “But like I said, you’ve just been so sweet, and I don’t know how we can ever thank you.”

“It’s… don’t you worry about it, honey, that’s what families are for.”

“I know, but, I just wish we didn’t live so far apart. I wish we could see you more.” I raised my other hand to her face, lightly caressing. Then I leaned close and softly kissed her cheek. “I love you, Aunt Barbara.”

“Me too,” said Kate, giving her a hug and kissing her other cheek. “I love you too, Aunt Barbara.”

“Well, girls, thank you, I love you both, very much.”

I wrapped my arms around the sexy blonde, my arms joining Kate’s arms. As I showered kisses on my aunt’s cheek, I squeezed her warmly, fondly, but a little too eagerly — and managed to make the big hug tip us all off balance, which is what I intended. Aunt Barbara fell backward onto the bed, and my sister and I fell with her, laughing.

But Kate and I didn’t stop kissing her. We kissed more and more, our lips coming ever closer to our aunt’s lips. She tried a mild protest, murmuring, “Come on now, that’s enough, you two, you need to go to bed,” but we paid no attention. We continued kissing the woman and soon our lips were on her lips. We kissed her mouth, her chin, her cheeks, her mouth again. She returned the kisses when our lips met hers, though chastely. These were loving, affectionate kisses between an aunt and her adored nieces. Or at least that’s how it might have seemed.

I wrapped a leg over Aunt Barbara’s, pressing my body against hers. “No,” she sighed, “wait,” but my kissing and Kate’s kissing kept her from saying much more than that. We kissed the woman again and again, thanking her, repeating that we loved her.

Gradually, the pace began to slow. The kisses my sister and I gave our aunt became fewer in number, but lasted longer. Our lips lingered on her lips.

After all that excited hugging and kissing, Aunt Barbara’s robe, which she hadn’t tied when we came into the room, was fully open, her breasts and crotch exposed. She had her arms around Kate and me, holding us, rubbing our backs through our shirts as we shared affection with her.

I noticed that her breathing was becoming faster now, and I sometimes heard soft moans when our lips were meeting hers. My legs were wrapped tightly around her thigh. I squeezed them together, pressing my pussy against her hip as I kissed her mouth.

All at once the woman shuddered, her whole body rippling in a wave of what had to be erotic passion. This seemed to leave her almost breathless, but it also gave her new resolve.

Panting, she licked her lips, then shook her head and declared, “No,” more firmly than before.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I’m sorry, girls, but, uh, you really have to go to bed now.”

“But why?” I complained. “Can’t we stay with you, Aunt Barbara, just a little longer? Please don’t send us away.”

“It’s just… no, you… you wouldn’t understand.”

Our aunt made a feeble effort to sit up then, but with the way Kate and I were hugging her, she wasn’t able to. Still lying on her back and breathing hard, she said, “I can’t explain, but… it’s… I’m sorry, you…”

“Did we say something wrong?” I asked. “Or do something bad?”

“Is it because of the pictures?” Kate said. “Are you mad at us for that?”

“No, no, of course I’m not mad. I love you kids. You didn’t do anything wrong.” She took a deep breath, then let it out in a heavy sigh. “I… I really can’t explain. It’s just…”

“I think I know,” I said.

“No, honey,” Aunt Barbara chuckled, “I’m sure you don’t. It’s, well, I can’t tell you.”

“I think I do know,” I insisted. “I mean, sometimes when I’m, like, practice-kissing with my girlfriends, you know, when we’re pretending we’re kissing a really cute guy or something… well, sometimes I get excited then, and it makes me want to, you know…”

Kate was frowning. She knew I never thought about boys when I was kissing a girl. Never ever.

However, what I’d said had definitely grabbed my aunt’s attention. She was looking at me with interest, waiting for me to go on.

“That’s what it was with you, right?” I said to her. “Like when I’m doing practice-kissing with my girlfriends, and I get all excited, and then I want to… that’s what you wanted.”

“Wanted what?”

“You know, to touch yourself. To masturbate. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Well…”

I smiled at my aunt. “It’s funny, I’ll be kissing my girlfriend, you know, just for practice — but then I get so totally turned on and I just can’t wait to be alone, so I can play with myself. Isn’t that what you wanted? To touch yourself?”

“Um, I…”

“You do masturbate, right? I mean, everybody does it. That’s what my mom says.”

“Your mother?”

“Yeah, I mean, she knows I do, and she says it’s fine. It’s normal. She says everybody does it. I know she does. She told me.”

“But…”

“Isn’t what you wanted to do? Touch yourself? Isn’t that why you got upset?”

“Well, uh… partly.”

“Yeah, I know how it is. But I mean, you don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s just us girls. Me and Kate don’t mind. In fact, we do it together sometimes.”

“You do?” Aunt Barbara’s eyes were wide.

“Yeah, we do,” my sister nodded.

“Sure. I’ve done it with Kate and with some of my girlfriends too,” I told my aunt. “We like it. Didn’t you ever do it sometimes with other girls when you were young? Tell the truth.”

She hesitated a moment, then giggled and said, “Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I did.”

“You liked it didn’t you?”

“Uh, yes, I did. I liked it a lot,” she smiled.

It looked like she was finally beginning to lighten up, so I decided to push my luck. “You wanna do it now, with us?”

“What?? No!!”

“Why not? Come on, it’ll be fun. There’s nothing wrong with it.”

“Yeah, come on!” said Kate.

“But — but you’re just young girls. And you’re, uh, my nieces.”

“So? What difference does that make?” I argued. “Come on, Aunt Barbara, let’s masturbate together.”

“No, we…”

“It’ll be fun,” Kate said. “I love doing it.”

“Well, but…”

“Would you rather have the light off?” I asked. “Would that make it better? You want to turn the lights off, and we’ll get in bed, and we won’t have to look at each other, but we’ll just masturbate together? Do you want to do it that way?”

As I was saying this, I’d pushed myself up to a sitting position. I gazed down at her, smiling. She was smiling too. We were almost there. She was definitely thinking about it. I bobbed my head, encouraging her.

“Well…” she began.

“With the light off, then it’s okay? Then you’ll do it?”

Our aunt glanced at Kate, then back at me.

“Please?” I begged. “I really want to.”

“Well, I suppose we…”

“Please?”

After taking a deep breath, the woman nodded, “All right.”

“Yay!” Kate cheered, kissing her cheek. “Thank you, Aunt Barbara!”

As the two of them sat up, I reached down and grabbed the bottom of my shirt with both hands, lifting it over my head and off. Tossing it away, I grinned, “We have to be naked, right? Don’t we?”

“Yeah, we do!” Kate laughed, pulling off her own t-shirt.

Our aunt looked back and forth between us, an 11-year-old girl and a 13-year-old girl, sitting nude on her bed. She slowly shook her head, muttering, “In for a penny, in for a pound,” then got to her feet, allowing the terry robe to fall to the floor.

Kate caught my eye, nodding excitedly.

Aunt Barbara leaned down and opened the door of the nightstand, removing a bottle. I saw ‘Jim Beam’ on the label. Picking up the glass I’d seen before, she poured it about one-quarter full. Then she turned to us with a smile and said, “If we’re really gonna do this, I need another.”

We watched as she brought the glass to her lips and downed the drink in one long gulp, smacking her lips when she finished. “Fuck, yeah,” she exclaimed. That was the first time we’d heard her use profanity.

“All right, kids, into bed,” she laughed. “Let’s all play with ourselves.”

We got inside, pulling the covers up to our chins, giggling. Aunt Barbara was in the middle. I was the closest to the lamp, so I reached over and switched it off. We were together in the dark, nude in our aunt’s bed, preparing to masturbate with her.

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