Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

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Lauren finished kissing her cousin Kelsey. Their lips were moist, their cheeks flushed. The women, seated beside each other on our sofa, both appeared to be aroused, breathing quickly, chests rising and falling. They gazed into one another’s eyes for a moment, then looked around at the rest of us.

I could feel the sexual tension sparking in the room, like electricity. For several seconds, no one said anything — but there was plenty of stirring, women squirming in their chairs, kids glancing back and forth, eager to see what would happen next. Were we still going to play our game, Undercover Spy? Or would this impromptu session of Truth or Dare lead to something even more extreme?

“Well,” said my mother finally, “I think it’s getting dark enough now. For the game, I mean.”

It was about 5:30 by that time and definitely dark outside, since we were nearing the end of November.

“Dark?” asked Lauren. “Why would it have to be dark?”

“Because… um…” Kate started to explain, before hesitating. She was sitting next to me on the floor, cross-legged. Her mouth twisted as she debated how much she should say.

Megan giggled. “Maybe, before anything else, you should tell ‘em about the Vegas rule,” she proposed.

“Yes, good idea,” Mommy nodded. To Lauren and Kelsey, she said, “I don’t know if either of you have ever been to Las Vegas, but…”

“I have,” answered Lauren. Kelsey shook her head.

“Well, whether you’ve been there or not,” said my mom, “you might have seen their ads or know about their slogan: ‘What Happens Here, Stays Here.’”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that,” Kelsey grinned.

“Well,” Mommy chuckled, “you might say that’s sort of our motto here, among us — especially when it comes to the game we’re about to play.”

“So you mean,” said Lauren, “that even though we might share some of our naughty little secrets with each other, once we leave here, our lips are sealed, right?”

“Yes, that’s exactly right,” our mother confirmed, giving her a wink. “And you’ll see why, after we’ve played the game.”

I spoke up, “When we played it the first time with Megan — um, that was, like, a few weeks ago — anyway, we didn’t explain all the rules to her at the start, but first we had everyone agree they would just go along with whatever the rules said, no matter what it might be.”

“No matter what?” asked Kelsey, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah,” nodded Hannah, “that’s how we did it, Mum. Everyone says first they’ll abide by the rules and just do whatever. Okay?”

Kelsey gazed at her daughter for a moment, then shrugged. “All right, fair enough. I’m game.”

“Me too, I guess,” said Lauren. “Sounds like it might be fun.”

“Yay!” clapped Lindsey. “Now we can play!”

The next thing, though, was figuring out exactly how we were going to play with such a large group. We’d never tried it with so many participants before. Since it was Kate’s game, she made the decisions.

“Okay,” she said, after a moment’s thought. I was impressed with how fast she figured things out. “Here’s what we’ll do. We’ll have two teams, five people each, but this time we’ll have two evil scientists. Um, it’ll be me, and… and Dana.”

“Evil scientists?” asked Lauren.

“Yeah, um, I’ll tell you about that in a minute,” said Kate, getting to her feet.

She went to the cabinet where items of clothing had been stored from the fashion show at Molly’s big slumber party. Near the top of a wicker basket in the cabinet were a number of scarves and hair ribbons. My sister had to search around for a little while but finally found five in various shades of blue and five more in shades of red.

Closing the cabinet door and turning to us, she held out her hands, groups of each color bunched in her fists. “A red team and a blue team,” Kate smiled. “Two teams.”

She split us into teams, handing out ribbons and scarves, instructing us to tie them around our foreheads, which we did. On the blue team were Megan, Kelsey, Lindsey, Molly, and Chelsea. The red team consisted of my mom, Lauren, Hannah, Samantha, and me.

“Now we have to make it dark,” said Molly.

“Right,” nodded Kate. “We have to turn out all the lights, everywhere, starting downstairs, then upstairs.”

The lights, both inside and out, were turned off downstairs, and the curtains closed. Then we went upstairs. We all had to wait in the hall for a minute while Kate did something in her bedroom. She came out holding two plastic water bottles, the orange one we’d used before that was marked FORMULA X, and a yellow one on which she’d just written FORMULA Y. I could smell the fresh ink from the magic marker.

“Now, like I said, we’re gonna have two evil scientists this time,” she told us. “That’ll be me and Dana.”

Handing the yellow bottle to Dana, she said, “See, the thing is, the secret formulas in these bottles, when you put ‘em together, mix ‘em up, will make a really super powerful ingredient that will make us — me and the other evil scientist — the strongest people in the world. We’ll be able to rule everybody, make ‘em all do bad stuff, anything we want. But you guys have to stop us. You’re the teams of undercover spies. Your job is to get the formula from us and stop us from doing bad things. Okay?”

She looked at Kelsey and Lauren. They both nodded, appearing to understand.

“All right,” said Kate. “Now, for one team to win, they have to get both bottles, both of the secret formulas, and have them at the same time, and they have to get to Mommy’s bed with them.”

As she said this, she walked to end of the hall and pushed open our mother’s door, flipping on the light and pointing at the bed. “You have to have both bottles, right? Not just one.”

This was a change in the rules. I realized it would make the game more complicated, probably causing it to last longer, giving us even more opportunity to climb all over each other’s naked bodies. Pretty smart of my sister. Of course, our two new initiates, Lauren and Kelsey, didn’t know anything yet about the naked part — I wondered how they would react when they found out!

Kate switched off the hall light. She’d already turned off the light in her bedroom, so now the whole house, except for Mommy’s room, was completely dark.

It suddenly occurred to me that the next step normally was for all the players to gather inside our mother’s walk-in closet and do a strip search. But would twelve of us be able to squeeze in there at the same time?

We were, although it was a tight fit. Kate still hadn’t explained about the next part, however. She just ushered us all inside the closet, flipping on the overhead bulb and turning off the light in Mommy’s room before squishing in with us and pulling the door closed. I heard nervous laughter, and almost immediately began perspiring. We were really crammed in and it was getting hot. I was up against Samantha. Lindsey was next to her. Dana was right behind me, with Kate behind her.

“Okay, now, um, the next thing,” said Kate, “is to search each other for hidden weapons. That’s what undercover spies have to do. And we have to search everybody. Everyone, I mean, has to search everyone else, even the people on your own team, okay?”

Most of the players nodded. All of us but Kelsey and Lauren knew the rules.

Kate went on, “But to do the search, first we have to get naked. We have to take off each other’s clothes.”

“No…” said Lauren, astonished.

“Remember, you agreed to follow all the rules, no matter what,” Megan told her. “Right?”

“That’s what we said,” Kelsey chuckled. “True enough. Now I guess we’re really in it, eh?”

Lauren shook her head bemusedly, but offered no further objections. She caught my mother’s eye. “I’m beginning to see what you meant,” the woman grinned.

“Uh-huh,” Mommy nodded. “What happens here, stays here.”

“All right, so, is everybody ready?” Kate began, before interrupting herself. “Oh, wait. Um, Dana, put your bottle up here for now, okay?”

As they placed their plastic bottles on the shelf above our heads, Kate smiled, “That’s so you can have both hands free.”

“Right,” nodded Dana, giggling.

“Now remember,” said Kate to the group, “first, take off everyone’s clothes, the people around you. And then, once everybody’s naked, we’ll do the search for hidden weapons. Are you ready?”

Without waiting for an answer, she switched off the overhead light. We were plunged into total blackness.

As I’d noticed before when we did this, the sudden darkness made the air feel even warmer, closer. And without a sense of vision, our awareness of the bodies around us became more acute — their subtle scents, the excited breathing, that moist warmth of skin on skin where bare arms and legs rubbed together — it was undeniably sensual, erotic.

“Go ahead and start now,” said Kate, her voice sounding somehow louder in the pitch dark. “Just reach and grab whoever’s by you. Take off her clothes. Then move around and do it with everyone else. Make sure everybody’s completely naked.”

“Oh my god…” I recognized Kelsey’s English accent. Apparently it was dawning on her just how kinky this game of ours really was.

I didn’t pause any longer to think about her, though, or about anyone else. I quickly grabbed Samantha, tugging on her t-shirt, pulling it up, lifting it over her head. At the same time I felt other hands on me, grabbing, groping, pulling at my clothes. I laughed out loud, feeling giddy and sexy all at once, completely happy.

After I got Samantha’s shirt over head and off, I touched the girl’s chest, making sure that was the only shirt she was wearing. It was. I ran my hands all over her skin, feeling her little nipples, hearing her giggle. Then I reached for her shorts.

I don’t how long it actually was before we had everyone naked, but it must have taken a while, several minutes at least. Even though my mother’s walk-in closet was large, with a dozen women and girls packed inside, it wasn’t easy to move anywhere. We had to, though, those were the rules.

So, we squirmed around as best we could in the darkness, our warm, sweaty, feminine bodies sliding together — grownup women with round bottoms and full breasts, little girls with flat chests and no hips, plus those in-between, like me and Kate and Hannah, with budding breasts and figures beginning to develop — all of us rubbing up against one another.

Finally, it seemed apparent that no clothing was left, everyone was nude. The floor, of course, was now a jumble of shirts and shorts and dresses and socks and panties and bras. That made it easy to stumble, but if you did, you leaned right into someone else and were held up. It was impossible for anyone to fall down.

Now we came to my favorite part. “Okay,” Katie told us, “the next thing is to search for hidden weapons. And remember, you have to search everybody. It doesn’t matter if they’re on your team or not. Search everywhere, search everyone. We can’t have any hidden weapons.”

“Mmm, I like this game,” came a chuckle from somewhere near me. It was Kelsey. Others laughed with her.

At this point, I was pressed up against Dana. Although I couldn’t see a thing, I recognized her scent and the diminutive size of her body, her small breasts. In fact, I had a hand on one breast, playfully squeezing it in the dark, fondling the erect nipple. Behind me was a little girl, probably Samantha. The girl was turned away from me, her bottom pressing against my thigh. To one side of me was a woman. I was pretty sure it was Lauren. On the other side were a bunch of my mother’s dresses and suits, on hangers.

“All right, start searching now,” said Kate. “Search everywhere.”

So we did. We moved around, hand and fingers sliding over soft skin, on the neck, the face, under the arms, over the breasts, between the legs — and sometimes even between pussy lips. More than once I felt fingers probing there, slipping inside my labia. That was pretty easy to do, because I was very wet.

And I wasn’t the only one whose pussy was getting juicy. As I eagerly and thoroughly conducted my search for concealed weapons, I often felt the same slippery moisture between the legs of those I was touching, even some of the younger girls. It occurred to me, of course, that as wet as most of us were, some of the lubrication I was feeling may have been transferred, from one pussy to another. What a delicious thought that was!

As I grabbed the next person I encountered — it was a very small girl, Chelsea — and began rubbing my hands all over her, I felt other hands on my body, reaching around from behind, sliding between my legs. This was a woman, a grownup. Her hands were strong. I wasn’t certain who it was, but I was positive it wasn’t my mother. The hands played with me, fingers purposely stroking my clit, other fingers pushing between my labia. I felt the woman’s breasts sliding against my back, hot breath on my neck. She was grinding against me, humping me from behind as she massaged my pussy. Then, almost as quickly as she’d started, she was gone, moving on to someone else.

I did too. I moved on to the next, then the next, then the one after her — groping, stroking, touching, fondling, whether woman or girl, adult or child, it didn’t matter. She was female, naked, and that’s all I cared about.

It went on that way for I don’t know how long. I was making no attempt to keep track of time, nor to count how many people I was searching. The only important thing was the nude body I was caressing now, and the one after her.

Soon we started kissing. I felt hands holding my face, lips finding mine, tongue slithering inside my mouth. I returned the kiss. It was Hannah. Was this the first kiss of the night, or had there been others? I didn’t know. But as Hannah broke away, seeking the next person, I could hear the slurpy smack of lips on lips, wet kissing all around me, and I heard moans too, along with heavy breathing.

Now someone else was holding me, pressing her mouth against mine, kissing me hard. It was a woman. This had to be Megan, because she was so tall. Her long arms went around me, pulling me close, hands gliding all over my sweaty, slippery skin. I kissed her and she kissed me. Then we parted.

I felt a familiar body sliding next to mine, a girl I’d made love with countless times, my sister Kate. She kissed me, humped me, then took her hand in mine and pressed it between her legs. “Fuck me, Julie,” she whispered.

So I did. I pushed my fingers between her moist pussy lips, found the opening to her vagina, and began fucking her.

“Yes!” Kate groaned. She kissed me hard, shoving her tongue into my mouth, let me fuck her a few seconds longer, then slipped away.

Suddenly Hannah was back, holding me, kissing me, grinding her lovely body against mine. I grabbed her bottom, those perfect little cheeks, squeezing them as I kissed her. And then I heard another whisper, only this wasn’t Hannah. It was someone else, close by. The sound was soft, almost inaudible, but urgent, “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

It wasn’t Kate, either, but I recognized the voice. I knew who it was, because I’d heard that plea before. It was Lauren, I was certain of it. Although this was only a whisper, it was the same request I’d heard her make as I listened late at night in the hallway outside her bedroom door.

“Fuck me!” Lauren hissed again, almost gasping now.

“It’s them,” Hannah whispered in my ear, as if confirming my thoughts. “My mum and my aunt. That’s what they do.”

The girl was holding me tightly, but no longer humping. She seemed to be listening, as I was.

Then we heard another sound — no words, only a loud squeal. It was my sister Kate. I didn’t think she was having an orgasm, but it sounded to me like she might be just about there.

She squealed a second time, then seemed to make an effort to get control of herself. “Okay, okay,” she panted. “That’s… that’s good.”

For a moment everything was completely still. There were no more sounds of kissing, of moans or whispers. It was as if everyone, including me, was waiting to see what would happen next.

We heard a long sigh from Kate, a final kiss, and then she told us, “All right, so, we’re done with the searching. No hidden weapons, that’s good. Now we can start the game. Um, I’m gonna take one team out with me, the red team. Blue team, you guys stay here, okay? Just for a minute, then I’ll tell you what to do next.”

I had to think to recall which team I was on. I fingered the scarf tied around my head. I couldn’t see it, of course, but remembered the color. It was red.

The closet door opened. A bit of light filtered in, along with fresh air. I took a deep breath, and sensed others around me doing the same. Kate said, “Red team, come on out now.”

My mom stepped into the bedroom, sucking the middle finger of her right hand. I followed her. Lauren, Hannah, and Samantha, the other members of our team, made their way out as well.

Kate looked back into the closet. She took Dana by the hand and drew her out. I saw that they both had retrieved their plastic bottles containing the secret formula. To those still inside, Kate said, “Okay, you guys stay here. I’m gonna close the door again, and in a minute I’ll tell you to start counting. You have to count to a hundred, and then you can come looking for us. Me and Dana, the evil scientists, are gonna hide downstairs somewhere. The red team will be in a different closet, in another bedroom. Okay?”

After shutting the door, she led the members of the red team to Molly’s room, which was next to our mother’s. She put us inside Molly’s closet, another very tight squeeze, gave us instructions, and closed the door. We waited, giggling, all pressed together, completely nude of course. My mom was behind me, her hands on my shoulders. In front of me, facing away, was Samantha. I had my arms around her waist.

We heard Kate’s voice, out in the hall. “Okay,” she called, “start counting! Count to a hundred, then try to find us!”

The game was extra wild. Having two evil scientists to chase made it confusing sometimes, but it was a lot of fun. Everyone laughed, running this way and that, bumping into each other, grabbing, holding, trying to keep track of who was on which team. The bottles changed hands many times.

All the sexual excitement we’d built up inside the closet during the strip search carried over too. Sometimes, as one woman or girl was grabbing another, trying to wrest the bottle away, it seemed the intent might not be simply to win the game, but also to fondle her. I noticed a lot of that — girls and women copping a feel — and I indulged in it just as much as the others did.

This reached a climax, so to speak, when we were all jumbled together on the floor of the family room. It was a crazy pile of feminine bodies, arms and legs all tangled up, hands and fingers going everywhere. The bottles, both of them, were somewhere in the middle, near the bottom of the pile.

I was on my back on the carpet with my head resting in someone’s crotch. I wasn’t sure who she was, and I had a grip on one of the bottles, although I didn’t know which one. Kelsey, Hannah’s mom, was on top of me, straddling my thigh. She had one hand on my breast, the other reaching inside the pile, trying to pull the bottle from my hand. The woman’s main focus, however, was clearly not on securing the secret formula, but on humping me!

Kelsey looked into my eyes. She licked her lips. Her fingers pinched my nipple. I could feel her pussy grinding on me, wet and hot on my thigh. “Uh-huh, uh-huh,” she nodded, speaking mostly to herself, it seemed. “Uh-huh, uh-huh,” she repeated, humping faster now, faster and faster. Her eyes widened. It looked like she was getting close.

Then I felt someone else’s hand on my hand, the one holding the bottle. Their fingers were tugging at mine. I let the bottle go. I didn’t care about that any more. My other hand was on Kelsey’s bottom, on her ass. I pulled her against me as she humped my leg. Her face was flushed, turning very red, and dripping with sweat.

All of a sudden she gasped, closing her eyes, squeezing them shut. Her body went rigid, shaking slightly — and a few seconds after that she was totally limp, collapsed, face buried in my neck. I could feel the woman panting, trying to catch her breath.

Oh my god! Had that really happened? Did Hannah’s mom actually have an orgasm on top of me? And if she did, was she the only one, or could there have been others as we played the game that night? It was impossible to tell, with all of us clumped together the way we were. Almost anything could have taken place.

Megan bolted upright, standing naked beside the pile, arms held high. “Got ‘em, finally! Got ‘em both!” she cried. “Blue, team, come on, let’s go!”

“No,” Dana yelled. But her voice was muffled, buried as she was by several other bodies. I realized then that it was her crotch beneath my head.

“Come on, blue team!” Megan reached down and grabbed Kelsey’s arm, pulling her off me, handing one of the bottles to her.

Chelsea jumped up too, shrieking with excitement. She was tugging at someone else, though I couldn’t see who it was. “Come on, come on!!”

Without waiting for the the rest of the team, Megan and Kelsey took off running. They were soon followed by all the rest of us, laughing, shouting, racing. We pounded up the stairs, my mom and I bringing up the rear, holding hands. Samantha, Lauren, and Hannah were just in front of us.

“Go, red team, go!” I yelled — but by then it was already too late. We got to the door and found Megan and her teammates sitting on Mommy’s bed, grinning at us, holding up both bottles. The blue team was victorious.

Kate or someone had switched on the bedroom light, and what a sight that was: a whole roomful of nude, sweating, smiling women and girls, from adults in their thirties down to little ones like Chelsea and Samantha, who were only 7. We looked around at each other, no one speaking, just panting and giggling.

Continue on to Chapter 118

By Naughty Mommy

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I didn’t wake until almost 10:00, much later than I usually slept, even on the weekend. Kate was still snoozing.

But mmmm, I could smell something, something good. I smelled coffee, and bacon — Sunday morning breakfast! I got out of bed and peed, washed my face and hands, then quickly put on shorts and a t-shirt and went downstairs. I was really curious to see who might still be there and what they were doing. Plus I was hungry!

Everyone was already up but us. The little kids, all five of them, were seated around the table in the dining room, eating waffles with maple syrup. My mom had expanded the table, inserting two extra leaves, and covered it with a big white tablecloth. Theresa and Paula were sitting beside the girls, drinking coffee. Megan was with them too, so I assumed she and Dana must have come over earlier, while I was still asleep.

“Good morning,” said Megan, showing a big smile.

“Morning, Julie,” said Paula. Both she and Theresa were wearing silk robes, which I recognized as my mother’s. I wondered what they might have on beneath those robes, if anything.

“G’morning,” I nodded.

“Good morning, dear,” said Theresa, sending me a wink. I heard the kids mumble their greetings too, around mouthfuls of food. Which reminded me, I was really hungry. I went into the kitchen.

Mommy was making waffles. Dana was frying bacon, turning it over. I hugged my mom, giving her a kiss. I kissed Dana too.

“Why don’t you let me do that,” I said to my mom, “and you can go sit with your friends.”

“No, it’s all right,” Mommy said. “We’re almost done. This should be the last of it, at least until Katie gets up.”

She took a warmed plate from the oven, then opened the waffle iron and removed a big fluffy waffle, putting it on the plate and handing it to me. It smelled heavenly!

After taking off her apron, she gave me another kiss, and said, “Come on, let’s go sit with them, and you can eat. I can tell how hungry you are.”

“You’re right, I am,” I giggled.

“Dana, you come along too,” Mommy said. “That bacon is crisp enough.”

“Okay, be right there.”

My mom and I went into the dining room. The extended table was pretty big, but it was still a tight fit getting us all around it. We managed, though. On the table was a pitcher of orange juice. Mommy poured me a glass, then took her seat. I dove into my breakfast.

It was a festive atmosphere, like a holiday or a celebration. And I suppose my mother did have something to celebrate, having acquired two new bed partners the night before. Although no one came right out and admitted they’d had sex, they weren’t trying terribly hard to hide it either. At one point, Paula said, “We decided to have our own grownup slumber party, since you kids were having one. It was a lot of fun!”

“I’ll say it was,” nodded Theresa.

Riley kept catching my eye, smiling at me as if we shared a special secret, which we did. And when Kate came downstairs a few minutes later, squeezing into the last available space at the table, I noticed Riley smiling at her the same way.

After everyone was finally finished eating, Paula offered to help my mother with the dishes.

“No, please, don’t worry about it. That’s what dishwashers are for,” Mommy said, “not to mention all these girls. They have to earn their keep, you know.”

So, while Theresa and Paula went upstairs with our mom to put their clothes on, and while the younger kids watched TV and played with Legos, Kate and I took care of the cleanup. We were assisted by Megan and Dana, who were almost part of the family now. Well, Dana was part of the family, and in a way it seemed like Megan was too, since she and her daughter Samantha were at our house so much. Anyway, it didn’t take long with four of us working on it.

Mommy came downstairs a few minutes later together with Paula and Theresa, who were now dressed in their things from the night before. When my mother saw Kate and me removing the syrupy tablecloth and getting ready to pull out the extra leaves from the dining table, she said, “Kids, why don’t you leave those in for now.”

“Leave them in?”

“Uh-huh, I have a plan,” she winked.

Kate and I looked at each other, not quite sure what she meant by that. Shrugging, we left the table extended. I put the tablecloth in the washing machine and started it up.

At the front door, lots of hugs and kisses were exchanged as our guests prepared to leave. There certainly was a new dynamic now. Theresa was much less formal, though no less flirtatious, and Paula seemed to bubble over with happiness, giggling and gabbing like a teenager.

It took a while, but finally they were gone. Megan and Samantha went home too. Dana and Chelsea stayed, of course, though they would go back to their own apartment after dinner that evening since it was a school night.

“Well, that was fun,” my mother said as we walked slowly toward the family room. Her arm was around my waist, and mine was around hers. Dana was with us, holding my other hand. Molly and Chelsea had run upstairs to play in Molly’s room and Kate was getting ready to go for a jog around the neighborhood.

“So, did you have a good time with those two last night,” Dana asked Mommy, “after Megan and I left?”

“I’ll say I did. That Paula really is a wildcat in bed, she’ll do anything. And Theresa loosened up after a while too, although she seems to enjoy simply watching as much as anything else.”

“Next time we’ll stay,” promised Dana. “I’ll need to talk Megan into it, but I think she will. I’ve been giving her lots of hints — about group sex, I mean, all of us together.”

“Even the kids?” I asked.

“Uh-huh, even the kids, eventually anyway. We talk about that sometimes in bed, you know, like doing role plays, one of us pretending to be a little girl. Usually that’s me, of course. Last night, I pretended I was Samantha, and Megan went totally crazy, she was just so turned on by it.”

“Speaking of kids,” Mommy said to me, squeezing my waist, “did you and Riley have fun watching us last night?”

I was shocked by this, dumbfounded. Here I thought I’d been so careful, and yet she’d known all along we were there! Not that I was ashamed or embarrassed about it or anything — my mother loved having me watch her — but I really was surprised.

“You saw us?”

“Of course I saw. How could I not? My 13-year-old daughter running her hands all over a naked 9-year-old girl? Naturally I noticed that, and I enjoyed it too.”

“Wow, guess I need to do a better job of hiding or something.”

The three of us sat together on the sofa. My mother kissed my cheek. “Don’t you worry about it, sweetheart, it’s fine. Soon enough, hopefully, we’ll have no need to hide anything at all, from any of them.”

“Yeah, I hope you’re right,” I nodded. Then I remembered what I wanted to ask. “So, um, what’s your plan with the dining table?”

“Oh, well, you know, Thanksgiving is coming up this week,” Mommy smiled. “And I was thinking of inviting some friends to join us for turkey dinner.”

“Some friends? Who?”

“Well, remember when I told you I’d like to develop a closer relationship with Hannah and Lindsey, and their mothers, Kelsey and Lauren? Much closer, if you get my drift.”

I did remember her saying that. She hadn’t really had an opportunity to do anything about it yet, however. So maybe that was her plan — get to know them better over Thanksgiving dinner … and possibly seduce them? — I liked that idea!

“Wow, that would be great,” I said. “Have you invited them?”

“No, not yet. But I think I’ll call them right now.”

She made the call, and they accepted. On Thursday, we’d have a nice big group joining us for turkey and stuffing and cranberry sauce — not only Kelsey, Hannah, Lauren, and Lindsey, but Megan and Samantha too, along with Dana and Chelsea, obviously. All together, including the four of us, that would make twelve women and girls. No wonder Mommy said to leave the table extended!

* * *

What a great week that was.

I only got to see Karen once, on Monday. School was let out early on Wednesday for the long holiday weekend, so I didn’t see her then. But Monday afternoon she drove me home from school. She and I enjoyed a nice round of girl sex in the family room with Kate and Molly and Chelsea. (Samantha wasn’t there that day because her mother had Mondays off from work.) And when Dana and Mommy both arrived around 5:30, they played with us a little bit too.

“Will you stay for dinner?” my mom asked Karen, after she finished riding her face, coming all over her. “Nothing special tonight, just leftovers, but we’d love to have you, as always.”

“Thank you, but no, I really can’t. I need to get home to my parents,” Karen said, wiping some of the goo from my mother’s pussy off her chin and licking her finger. She was lying on her back on the carpet. “They’re still kind of upset that I’m going with Miranda to New Jersey for Thanksgiving. So I’m trying to be really nice and stuff as much as I can, let ‘em know everything’s okay.”

“All right, I understand,” Mommy smiled as she got to her feet, shaking out her blonde hair, brushing it back from her face. She was nude, her lovely body gleaming, covered in a sheen of sweat.

I rolled off my little sister Molly. We’d been kissing and tribbing, and had both reached orgasm at almost the same time. It was great. Now I leaned back on my hands and admired my mother’s beauty, her incredible sensuality, thinking how lucky I was, how lucky we all were.

We heard a squeal from the sofa. Chelsea was climaxing. Her mother, Dana, was on top of her in a ’69’. I knew Dana had come a few minutes earlier, and now it was Chelsea’s turn. What a beautiful thing it is to see a mom bring her little girl to orgasm!

Kate sat up too, grinning and wiping her own mouth. She’d been between Karen’s legs, eating her and bringing her to climax just before Mommy came. Kate was naked as well, as were all of us except Karen. The teen still had her denim miniskirt on, though her panties were off and the skirt pushed up to her waist. Her blouse was open. She wore no bra.

“Oh, but I wanted to tell you,” Karen said to my mom as she got up and started buttoning her blouse. “I talked to Miranda. She says it’s fine if you want to call her. I can give you her number. She says she’d like to meet you guys too, maybe after we get back.”

“That would be lovely,” Mommy said. “I’d like that.”

Karen finished dressing, gave Miranda’s number to Mommy, and then kissed us and got ready to leave, apologizing that she couldn’t stay for dinner.

“No, don’t you worry,” our mother said, giving her a hug. “It’s important that you maintain a good relationship with your parents, very important. It’s the right thing to do.”

“I guess so. Okay, bye,” Karen smiled and waved as she walked out to her car. “See you next week, Julie!”

* * *

On Wednesday afternoon, with school out early and my mom’s law office closing at noon as well, she and I went grocery shopping. We came home loaded down with bags and bags of food, including a 20-pound turkey, several jars of cranberry sauce, green beans, sweet potatoes, four bottles of champagne, the makings for both cherry pie and pumpkin pie, and a whole lot more. Then we started cooking.

By that evening, the house smelled wonderful. We’d boiled and mashed the sweet potatoes and they were in the refrigerator now, in a casserole, waiting to be baked the next day with a marshmallow topping. Two pies were in the oven, almost done. We called out for pizza for dinner, then cleaned up the kitchen.

In the morning, we got back to work. It was time to get the turkey going. We boiled the giblets for gravy, stuffed the bird, and had it in the oven by 10:00, slowly roasting. Our plan was to eat at 3:00. Our guests would be arriving around 2:00. What fun!

And it was fun, a lot of fun. Not only the dinner, which was totally fabulous, but all the happy conversation, fueled by champagne, and then of course the sexy games we played afterwards.

Actually, the subject of games came up during dessert, as we were filling our already full bellies with pie and fresh whipped cream. Omigod, what a meal that was! Anyhow, around a mouthful of pumpkin pie, Chelsea said, “Can we play Undercover Spies when we’re done?”

“Oh, uh, well, maybe we can,” said Mommy, “although we should probably rest for a while first, let our food digest a bit.”

“Okay,” Chelsea nodded, happy with the answer.

“What game is that?” Lauren asked.

Hannah looked at me, eyebrows raised. It was clear that neither she nor Lindsey had said anything to either of their moms about that game or how it was played. Apparently they were about to find out.

However, before any of us could reply to Lauren’s question, Samantha piped up, “And can we do kissing too, after, like the other night?”

“Kissing??” This time Lauren’s eyebrows were raised.

Samantha nodded. “Yeah, um, when we finished playing, after we won, we did practice kissing. We were all naked. It was fun.”

“Oh my…” That was Kelsey, Hannah’s mum. She had her hand at her throat. She took a deep breath, then licked her lips and said, “You, uh, you were all naked, and kissing?”

I wondered if my mother, or perhaps Megan, would try to cut this discussion short, turn the conversation to something else before too much was revealed. But neither of them did.

“Uh-huh,” Samantha grinned excitedly, her eyes crinkled almost shut.

“We were on Mommy’s bed,” Chelsea put in, “with, um — what are your friend’s names?” She looked at Molly.

“Riley and Emily,” said Molly.

“Yeah. With Riley and Emily,” continued Chelsea, “and Molly and Kate and Julie, and me and Samantha.”

“That’s a lot of girls,” my mother chuckled. “All on my bed?”

“Uh-huh,” Chelsea nodded, beaming.

I was watching Kelsey. She was wearing a stretchy low-cut white top beneath a dark brown cardigan sweater, which was unbuttoned. The top displayed plenty of cleavage. As the woman listened, her hand moved down from her throat to caress the tops of her breasts. I’m not sure if she even realized what she was doing, but the effect was extremely sexy.

“I really like kissing,” Samantha said, smiling at her mother. Megan blushed.

“Me too,” said Lindsey. “You should tell ‘em, Mom.”

“Uh, well, I…” Now Lauren was blushing too.

“It’s okay, they won’t mind,” Lindsey said. “Chelsea’s mom showed her, and Samantha’s mom showed her, and Molly’s mom does it too, with her. You should tell ‘em, they won’t mind.”

I looked across the table at Hannah. She had her head down, studying her hands. Were there secrets about her family that we were about to learn? I’d been wanting to tell my friend all about us when the time was right, but was it possible they were hiding things too?

My mother cleared her throat. “Well, it does sound like we’ll have plenty of interesting things to share with each other. First, though, Julie and Kate, let’s clear the table and get the dishwasher started, all right? Hannah, you can help us too, if you’d like. Dana, why don’t you take the women into the family room, maybe pour some more coffee. The younger girls can do whatever they want. It won’t take long, and then we can sit down for a nice friendly chat about kissing, and… whatever else might come up.”

Twenty minutes later, it was time for our chat. We all got together in the family room. Kelsey, Lauren, and Dana were on the sofa, with Chelsea on Dana’s lap. Megan was seated in one of the armchairs, with Samantha on her lap, and my mom was in the other armchair, with Molly at her feet. Scattered around, sitting on the arms of the sofa or the chairs and on the floor, were the rest of the kids. The adults had fresh cups of coffee, which Mommy had spiked with whiskey.

“So,” my mother began, “what shall we talk about? I know — kissing!”

That brought excited giggles from the girls along with nervous laughter from Lauren, Kelsey, and Megan.

“Seriously, though, we’re all friends here,” Mommy continued, “and I don’t think we need to keep secrets. We can and should trust each other, and I’m sure none of us would do or say something to embarrass anyone else, right?”

She looked around at each of the women and received nods of agreement, if somewhat tentative. Then she said, “All right, well, let me go first. A few minutes ago, you heard Lindsey say something about my little girl Molly, about me showing her how to kiss. And it’s true, I have done that, and I did the same thing with my other daughters too, Kate and Julie. I enjoyed it very much, and I think they did too, didn’t you, girls?”

Molly and Kate and I nodded happily at our mother.

Mommy went on, “From what Lindsey said, it appears I’m not the only mom here who’s taught her daughters about kissing. So, I’ve made my confession. Would anyone like to go next?”

Dana immediately responded. “Sure, I’ll say it. I showed Chelsea how to kiss. It feels really nice doing it with her. I like it and she does too. We do it a lot. I don’t see anything wrong with it at all.” She hugged her little girl and kissed her cheek. Chelsea smiled.

After a brief pause, several seconds of silence in the room, Megan cleared her throat, and said, “Well, okay, I guess I’ll take my turn next.” Blushing, she added, “This is kind of like Truth or Dare, isn’t it?”

The other women laughed with her.

“But anyway,” said Megan, “I, um, I’ve done that with Samantha too, you know, kissed her in sort of a grown-up way.” She blushed even redder, then went on, “I, uh, I only started doing it recently, just last week, in fact. But now we, well, we do it pretty much every day, or every night. I like it a lot, and I think she does too, don’t you, honey?”

“Yeah, I do, Mommy. I love it!” The girl punctuated this by turning to her mom and kissing her lips. They giggled together.

“All right,” said Lauren, nodding and smiling, “since everyone here is telling the truth — like Megan said, Truth or Dare, though I’m not sure what the dares might be — but anyway, I’ll confess as well. I’ve kissed my own daughter, Lindsey, like that. We’ve been doing it for, well, since last summer, around the time Kelsey and Hannah moved over here to live with us. As a matter of fact…”

Lauren glanced at her cousin Kelsey, next to her on the sofa, then said, “You know, I think it might be best if I stopped here, and let Kelsey say whatever she wants to say.”

Now it was Kelsey’s turn to blush. The plump, pretty brunette had her hand on her chest again, fingertips lightly stroking the tops of her breasts. She looked around the room, smiling at everyone, actually batting her eyelashes like an ingenue. After a deep breath, she said, “Very well, loves, here is a truth then. I do kiss my daughter Hannah, same as Lauren kisses Lindsey, and ‘perantly same as how Megan and Dana and Suzanne have all done. Quite the group of randy mums, aren’t we?”

There was laughter all around, along with nods of agreement from the women.

Kelsey continued, “As a matter of fact, when Lindsey and I do it with our girls, it’s often the four of us together, all at once. We like to trade off, going ‘round, you know. Lovely fun, it is.”

Hannah caught my eye. She was blushing too, but smiling and nodding as well. She seemed to be relieved, perhaps glad that the secret she’d been holding back was out in the open.

“And I’m like Dana,” added Kelsey. “I think girls learning to kiss is a good thing, nothing bad at all. Learning from their mums? Sure, why not? Who better to teach ‘em, that’s what I say.”

Everyone appeared to agree with this. But Kelsey still wasn’t finished. After looking at Lauren, who gave her a little nod, she said, “Just so you know, when we was girls ourselves, Lauren and me, cousins living close, on the same street, we did a lot of kissing, didn’t we. Kissing and, well… playing with one another, you know, how girls do. We, ah, let’s see, I was perhaps 11 or 12 when we started, and she would have been 10 or 11. Does that sound right?”

Lauren nodded.

“There was another little cousin too,” Kelsey told us. “Ginny was her name, even younger, and we fooled around with her as well whenever we had the chance. They didn’t live close, though, so it wasn’t often we got to see her, more’s the pity. She’s all grown now, ‘course, and we lost touch. Been years since I saw her, or even thought about her much. But bein’ here now, with all you lovely women and girls makes me think about the old days, it does, those good times.”

She and Lauren smiled at each other. Apparently on impulse, Lauren suddenly leaned in and kissed Kelsey on the lips, holding the kiss a moment longer than you might expect. As she drew away, there were sighs of delighted pleasure from the other moms in the room. Things were beginning to heat up.

Continue on to Chapter 117

By Naughty Mommy

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Mommy and Paula were really going at it on the sofa. The perky blonde had climbed onto my mother’s lap and was straddling her, holding her face in both hands, kissing and sucking her lips. My mom had one hand under Paula’s miniskirt, grabbing her butt, the other hand perhaps fondling her breasts, though from our angle we couldn’t really see that. Theresa was beside them, watching and masturbating.

Riley, Paula’s little girl, shuddered. She was breathing hard as we spied from upstairs on the women, as we watched our mothers groping and kissing. The child’s whole body was aquiver, trembling with arousal — and suddenly I realized that not only was I holding her tightly, my arms around the naked 9-year-old, I was also humping her! I’d started doing that without even knowing it, pushing my mound against her bottom, sliding up and down, grinding.

It felt great. I didn’t stop.

Paula and my mom finally broke their kiss, giggling and wiping their mouths. They turned to Theresa, their eyes going down to the hand working between her legs. She smiled at them as she continued rubbing herself through her panties.

“I know that we, uh, we can’t really do anything,” Theresa said, “but I just couldn’t help myself. Watching you two, well… it’s very exciting!”

“Why can’t we do anything?” Mommy asked.

“Oh, well, you know,” said Theresa, “not with the kids here, just upstairs. Maybe if we were alone, but —”

My mother shrugged. “I don’t know why that should matter. My girls know all about my sexuality. I’ve never tried to hide anything from them. They know very well that I’m a lesbian, and that, you know, that I’ve had many different partners.”

“Okay, but still…”

“I think sex is beautiful. The human body is beautiful. Women’s bodies, especially,” Mommy added with a smile.

“Damn right,” Paula nodded.

“Well, yes, of course,” Theresa conceded. “I agree, women are beautiful. But, uh…”

She didn’t say more. Her mouth hung open.

Mommy had both hands inside Paula’s clothing, and was sliding them up, raising the blouse the woman was wearing and the tank top beneath it as well. Paula did not resist. She lifted her arms. My mom pulled the two shirts up, and after a little tugging, they came off. The blonde was topless. She shook out her hair and placed her hands on her breasts, massaging them.

“Oh my god,” I heard Riley whisper.

While still grinding against the girl, even harder now, I put a hand lightly over her mouth, cautioning her to stay quiet. I caressed her pretty lips. Her tongue reached out to wet my fingertips.

“Now, you see?” my mother said. “Isn’t she beautiful? These lovely breasts?”

Mommy had a hand on Paula’s tit, the one nearer to us. We could see her squeezing and twisting the nipple. Paula moaned. Her daughter did too.

“Shhh,” I whispered softly in Riley’s ear. She nodded. I humped her.

My clit was tingling. Grinding my cunt against Riley’s butt was getting me so excited. I wasn’t going to let myself come — probably not, anyway — but it wouldn’t take much more. I licked her ear. She shivered and sucked my finger into her mouth.

“Well, uh, yes, she is,” Theresa said. “She’s beautiful. It’s just, I… I just don’t know…”

I noticed, however, that although the woman supposedly objected to the idea of openly having sex in the family room while their daughters were asleep upstairs (so they thought), she had not stopped rubbing her own pussy. It was a contradiction.

My mother must have noticed that too. She grinned at Theresa. “You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. But you can watch. I think you like watching, don’t you?”

Without waiting for an answer, Mommy kissed Paula again, wrapping her arms around her, stroking her bare back. Paula moaned, opening her mouth, sucking on my mother’s tongue. Her hands groped at my mom’s breasts through her dress.

I heard Riley whimper. And then all at once it dawned on me, to my surprise, that the little girl was masturbating, playing with herself as she viewed the action below. I wasn’t sure when she’d begun doing that, but it totally turned me on. She was still sucking my finger, so I kept that hand there but let the other slide to her chest, finding her puffy nipples, teasing them as I continued humping her bottom.

“Yes, I do like watching,” we heard Theresa say. “I like it very much.”

And as we watched, the woman moved her legs even farther apart, slipping her hand inside her panties. She rubbed herself and repeated, “I do like watching.”

The others made no response to this. They were too busy kissing and fondling. Theresa watched them and masturbated — but only a few seconds later, she stopped. She frowned and licked her lips. It looked as if she might be trying to make her mind up.

With a nod, Theresa got to her feet. After hiking the dress up to her waist, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her ivory-colored bikini panties and quickly pushed them down, stepping out of them. Her shoes were already off. She sat again on the sofa, but this time leaning in a corner with one foot up on the cushion, knee bent, long legs spread wide open.

Riley and I could see Theresa’s pussy. It was gleaming wet — even from where we were, we could see that. Her dark pubic hair was closely trimmed, but not shaved. She put both hands on her vulva and resumed masturbating.

It wasn’t clear whether Paula or my mom saw what Theresa had done. Probably they did, but neither made any indication of it. Mommy was sucking Paula’s nipple now. Paula’s eyes were closed. She was groaning, stroking my mother’s hair.

I heard Riley whimper again. She was trembling, shaking all over. It seemed to me that the girl might be almost ready to come. But how loud would she be if she did? Would the women hear her, and discover us spying on them? Then what would happen?

By that time, I was so turned on I almost didn’t care. It didn’t matter — nothing mattered but sex. I humped Riley and played with her nipples while she masturbated.

We watched our moms kiss and touch each other, her mother and my mother. It looked as if Mommy had her hand inside Paula’s panties now, maybe stroking her clit or even fucking her, though we couldn’t tell for sure. But Paula was moaning excitedly and kind of rocking up and down on Mommy’s lap.

Next to them on the sofa, Theresa was rubbing herself. She had both hands between her legs, fingers moving very fast. Her panties were on the floor. The woman was breathing hard, her face turning red. She kept nodding and licking her lips as she stared at the others.

My finger was still in Riley’s mouth. She was sucking and nibbling on it, almost like it was a nipple — or maybe a clitoris. Thinking about that, imagining the 9-year-old doing to my stiff clit what she was doing to my finger almost made me come right then. I humped her even faster.

And then Theresa climaxed. “Ohhh!!” she groaned.

The loud sound caught everyone’s attention. Paula turned and looked, as did my mom. Riley froze. She seemed to be holding her breath.

“Ohhh!!” Theresa groaned again, her long, lean body repeatedly shuddering. “Ohh… ohh…”

Her eyes had been tightly shut, but as her orgasmic spasms gradually began to recede, she opened them, smiling sheepishly. “God,” she sighed, catching her breath. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to —”

“Please, don’t apologize,” my mother chuckled. “I love seeing you do that. It’s very hot.”

“Yeah, oh my god, it’s great!” agreed Paula. “So sexy.”

I felt Riley begin to move again, playing with herself. I’d stopped my humping too, momentarily, but now I resumed grinding my crotch against her bottom.

My mother had her hand on Theresa’s bare leg. She was stroking her smooth inner thigh, fingers gradually moving closer to the woman’s pussy.

“You look so beautiful like that,” Mommy purred, “open wide, like an invitation. Would it be all right if I have a taste?”

“Oh, well, uh… I, I mean…” Theresa stammered. She swallowed hard, then said, “I, well, I think I’d like that, I really would. Except, I, I’m sorry, but would you mind too much if we went upstairs now, to your room? I’d feel better that way.”

“Of course, that’s just fine,” my mother said, patting Theresa’s knee. “Let’s all three go up there.”

“Uh-oh,” I whispered in Riley’s ear, drawing her back around the corner of the wall, into the shadows.

I turned the girl toward me. There was enough light coming up from below that we could see one another’s faces. I quickly kissed her lips, then said, “Go back to Molly’s room and pretend you’re asleep, okay? I’ll come and get you in a minute.”

“Okay,” she nodded, then scurried down the hall and disappeared through the door, quietly closing it behind her.

I went into my own room, shut the door, and slipped into bed. My heart was pounding. It was all so exciting! It made me want to wake my sister Kate and tell her everything we’d done, but I didn’t. I waited, listening for the sounds of the moms coming upstairs.

Soon I heard them. There were no voices, but I heard a few giggles and could detect footsteps going past my door. After they faded, and I sensed the women were inside Mommy’s room, I got out of bed again. I went to the door and paused, listening. I wanted to give them plenty of time to get undressed and start making love, being certain no one had any second thoughts and left the room, coming out into the hall.

After two or three minutes had passed and I was sure it was safe, I opened the door and crept down the hall to Molly’s room. Hers was the bedroom closest to my mom’s, so I had to be very quiet. I peeked in. Riley was inside the nest of blankets, on the end, covers pulled up to her chin — but she was looking at me, her eyes wide, a happy smile on her face. The other girls were still asleep.

I crooked a finger, motioning Riley to come with me. The girl was unable to suppress a tiny giggle as she crawled out from under the blankets and pranced toward me. I took her hand, whispered, “Shhh,” and led her into the hall.

We went to my room. Closing the door, I said, “I just want to kiss you a little more, okay? Is that all right?”

“Sure, of course,” she nodded, grinning. The lights were off, but my curtains were open and there was a full moon that night. We could easily see each other.

“Okay, just, I want to make sure,” I told her. “Because if you don’t want to, it’s fine.”

“No, I do want to. I like it.”

“Good, me too.” Holding her hand, I took her to my bed. We got inside. She was in the middle, next to Kate, who was sleeping on her stomach, her face turned away from us. Riley looked at her.

“Don’t worry about Kate,” I said. “She won’t wake up. She never does.”

As soon as I said that, though, I wondered if perhaps Riley wanted Kate to wake up, if she might be hoping to kiss her as well. Maybe so, but for now I wasn’t going to think about that. I was too eager to kiss this girl myself and hold her close and rub my naked body against hers.

I took her in my arms. She responded eagerly, opening her mouth with a lustful sigh. We kissed wetly. I played with her nipples again and encouraged her to play with mine, which she did. Within only a few minutes I was on top of her, grinding my cunt against her leg. I needed to come so badly!

“Riley,” I gasped, breaking our kiss for a moment, “is it okay if I do this? I have to do it, I have to!”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, “it’s—”

Before she could say more, I covered her mouth with mine. I humped her faster and faster, feeling the momentum growing, the pressure building, that delicious swelling joy of an impending climax. I kissed the pretty girl, sucked her tongue, rubbed myself against her thigh, and then, “God!!”

I came, very loudly. I didn’t mean to be so noisy, but I couldn’t help it. Sometimes it just happens that way. I groaned and gasped, shuddering, feeling the slippery warm wetness of my juices on her leg. “God!” I cried again. But still I didn’t stop. With my eyes closed, I kissed Riley’s mouth again and humped her even faster, extending the orgasm, wanting it never to end.

It worked. I came a second time, only half a minute or so after my first climax. This one was even wetter. I was totally soaking the girl’s leg, and my sheets, but I didn’t care. I loved coming on her. I humped and humped and humped until finally there was nothing left. I sighed and relaxed, nuzzling her neck.

“Wow.”

I heard a voice. It was Katie’s. I raised my head and looked at her.

My sister was pushed up on an elbow, grinning at us. She was naked. We could see her little boobies, her dark brown button nipples.

“Wow,” she repeated.

“Sorry I woke you up,” I chuckled.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. You were really loud.”

“I know.”

“Are the moms home?” asked Kate.

“Yeah, um, Paula and Theresa are here. They’re in Mommy’s room. Dana and Megan aren’t here, though. They’re at Dana’s apartment, I guess. Or Megan’s.”

“They’re in Mommy’s room?” Kate asked, eyebrows raised.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

“They were kissing,” Riley said. “Your mom and my mom. They were like, doing stuff, and, um, and um, Ms. Chandler, Emily’s mom, she was watching them.”

“Yeah, and not only watching, but masturbating. We saw her come,” I told her.

“Really?” asked Kate.

“Uh-huh, we did,” said Riley. “It was nice.”

“So you guys were spying?” Kate asked, with a leer.

“Yeah, we were,” I said. “We were both naked, and like, touching ourselves and stuff.”

Riley nodded happily.

“Did they see you?” asked Kate.

“Uh-uh.” Riley shook her head. “Before they came upstairs, we went in our rooms. They didn’t see us.”

“Okay.” Kate yawned and stretched, then lay down on her back. “Sorry, you guys, I’m really sleepy. You can keep doing whatever you want to, though, I don’t mind.”

My sister closed her eyes, breathing softly. It always amazed me how easily and quickly she was able to fall asleep. The sheets were just above her waist, her tempting nipples exposed. I gazed at them, feeling my lust begin to build again. I wanted her. I needed her.

I glanced at Riley. She was looking at Kate.

Now I had a decision to make: should I take Riley back to Molly’s room first? Or should I let her stay and watch us, if she wanted to? I chose the latter.

With my finger under her chin, I turned the girl’s face toward mine. I kissed her, then whispered, “Do you want to go back to bed? Are you sleepy?”

She shook her head, “No.”

Riley didn’t seem drowsy at all, even though it was almost 1:30. And I certainly wasn’t either. I was still way too turned on.

“Do you want to watch me with her?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” she frowned. “She’s sleeping, isn’t she?”

“Maybe, but I’m gonna wake her up.”

I slid off Riley, pushed down the sheets, and knelt between Kate’s legs, gently pushing them apart. My sister stirred, but didn’t open her eyes. I leaned in close, sniffing her pussy, inhaling the girlish scent. Then I kissed her, just a soft, warm kiss, my lips on her lips, her smooth puffy labia.

Riley sat up and scooted over toward me, wanting to see. I nuzzled Kate’s vulva, my nose slipping between her lips, seeking her clit. As I continued to nuzzle, I extended my tongue, enjoying the salty, tangy taste of her slit. My fingers found the opening to her vagina. I slid the tip of a finger around the rim. It was moist and slippery. I eased the finger inside. I heard her groan.

Kate was awake now. She was propped on her elbows, gazing down at me. “Eat me, Julie,” she urged. “Eat my pussy.”

“Oh my god,” Riley breathed. I glanced up at her. The girl had begun to masturbate as she watched me lick my sister. I could see her tickling her hairless pussy. It made me smile.

Then I turned my attention back to the pussy in front of my face. After pressing my finger more deeply inside her vagina, sliding it in and out a little bit, I nuzzled Kate again, the end of my nose finding her stiff nub. I kissed and licked her clit, feeling it grow, becoming even harder under my tongue.

Kate was trembling, breathing faster, starting to whimper. I could tell she was already getting close. What I knew she liked more than anything else was being fucked, having a woman’s — or a girl’s — fingers pushing deep inside her cunt. So I added a second finger. She was tight, although not as tight as she had been a few months earlier before receiving the vibrator from my mom as a birthday present. I fucked her hard with two fingers and sucked her clit.

“Yes, yes!” she cried. “Fuck me, Julie!”

We heard a sudden gasp, saw Riley fall to her side on the bed, both hands clamped tightly between her legs. She was climaxing. I was kind of surprised it had happened so fast. She must have been really turned on.

But now it was Katie’s turn. With my fingers pumping inside her, my mouth fastened over her clit, sucking and nibbling, it didn’t take much longer. After only a few more seconds, she squealed loudly. Her legs came together, squeezing my head. I felt the muscles of her vagina contract around my fingers, clenching and releasing in repeated spasms. I scented the lovely aroma of her climax, felt warm juices dribbling onto my hand. It was so totally thrilling — I love making my sister come!

When it was clear she was finished and could take no more, I eased my fingers out of her and sucked them into my mouth, savoring her flavor. I lay down next to Kate, taking her hand in mine, squeezing it. Her eyes were still closed and she was panting, but beginning to calm down.

Riley pushed herself up to a sitting position. “That was amazing,” she smiled. “I’ve never seen — I mean, I’ve like, watched videos and stuff, but — but wow!”

Kate giggled. She had her eyes open now. I grinned at her, and then at Riley. I briefly considered saying something to the girl, asking her not to tell anyone what she’d seen. Then I thought, nah, what do I care? I’m proud of who I am, and very proud of my family, the passionate love we all share. So I didn’t say anything.

“Okay, um, I guess I’ll go back to bed now,” said Riley. “But thanks for getting me up, Julie, and letting me do, well, all that stuff, everything. It was really fun!”

“You’re welcome,” I said, sitting up.

It also occurred to me, of course, that perhaps I shouldn’t let the little girl go back to Molly’s room, that maybe I should make love with her, lick her sweet pussy. I decided I ought to wait, though, and let her make the first move. That would happen soon enough, I was pretty sure. And what I really hoped was that the next time might be with her mother as well, both of them together, and maybe even with her older sister, Alexa, too. That would be perfect.

I got up and walked Riley to the door. “G’night,” she said, waving to Kate.

“Night,” Katie replied, yawning.

Riley gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then slipped out into the hall. I got back in bed with my sister and cuddled with her, holding her close as she fell back to sleep. Then I wondered what was happening in my mother’s room. Were the women still awake, having hot sex? Probably they were, and for a moment I thought about getting up again and going to her bedroom door, listening.

But it felt so nice in bed with Kate, so warm and soft. I snuggled even closer, and soon drifted off to sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 116

By Naughty Mommy

Click this link for a helpful chart of Characters and Relationships

We were all on my mother’s bed, seven naked girls from age 13 down to age 7. Riley, the sexy, flirty 9-year-old blonde, giggled and wiped her mouth as she sat up. She and my sister Kate had just completed a hot session of making out. Now it would be someone else’s turn.

But then Riley noticed what I was doing. She saw my hand between my legs, stroking my clit.

“Wow,” she smiled. “I… I like doing that too, sometimes.”

“So do I,” said my younger sister Molly. “I like it a lot.”

“Me too!” added Chelsea.

Riley turned to them, eyes popping out as she discovered both Molly and Chelsea also masturbating.

“Wow,” she repeated. Then to Chelsea she said, “But, um, you’re only… I mean, how old are you?”

“I’m 7.”

“Omigod. I didn’t start doing it until, like, a few months ago. I was watching some older girls online, in this chat room, so I tried it. But, 7…”

“Yeah,” Chelsea said. “Molly taught me how. I’ve seen my mom doing it too, but —”

She stopped, apparently unsure if she should say more about something like that.

I decided to change the subject, thinking we weren’t quite prepared yet for the conversation to go in that direction. “So, um, who’s gonna kiss next, anyway?”

As I looked around at the other girls, I saw that Kate had begun masturbating too, a finger sliding up and down between her pussy lips. I smiled at her.

“Julie?” I heard.

I turned and found that it was Emily, her beautiful green eyes wide, questioning. “Do you want to, maybe, kiss me?”

“Do I? Heck yeah! In fact I’ve always wanted to,” I admitted. Apparently this was a night for confessions. It was almost as if we were playing Truth or Dare without even trying.

“Really?” Emily grinned. “You really want to kiss me? You’ve thought about it?”

“Oh my god, yes, a lot. Ever since I first met you. You’re just so pretty and everything.”

“Wow,” Riley chuckled, “this is getting hot.”

The young blonde was masturbating as well now, sitting on her knees with her legs spread wide, both hands massaging her hairless slit. “But are you guys just gonna talk about it?” she teased. “Or are you gonna kiss, so we can watch you?”

“No, we’ll kiss,” I giggled, scooting over on the bed toward Emily.

Then I noticed Samantha, sitting quietly by herself. “Except, um, why don’t we try it with three girls. Samantha, you too, okay? We can kind of go in turns.”

“In turns?” she asked.

“Yeah. First I’ll kiss you, then I’ll kiss Emily, then you kiss each other, okay? We’ll take turns.”

“Okay!”

The evening was developing into something I hadn’t expected. It was still fairly early, not even 10:00 yet according to the clock by my mother’s bed, so we had plenty of time and we could do whatever we wanted. But how far would we go?

It turned out we didn’t really go much further. I kissed Samantha for a while, which was really nice, and then I kissed Emily, which was even nicer. After that, I rubbed myself as I watched the two of them kiss. Meanwhile the other girls were masturbating too, although none of us reached climax.

I suppose it was because it was all so new, so many things taking place for the first time: girls kissing who hadn’t kissed each other before, and then masturbating in front of one another in such a big group. Or maybe it was because it was such a large group. If it had been only two or three girls together, perhaps something else would have happened.

Anyway, we did more kissing, going around, taking turns, and everybody played with themselves, but it never developed into more than that. I was hoping, of course, that we might actually have sex, but I didn’t want to push things if some of the others weren’t ready for it.

As had happened at Molly’s slumber party, the mutual kissing eventually turned into giggling and then just talking. We began sharing secrets, Riley telling us she had spied on her older sister, Alexa, watching her masturbate. Chelsea repeated that she had seen her mother masturbate, and Emily said she was pretty sure she’d heard her own mom doing that, though she hadn’t actually seen her. We talked about the various ways we each liked to masturbate, how old we were when we started, how often we did it and so on.

“Do you guys ever watch porn?” Kate asked at one point.

“I do,” Molly nodded. Kate and I already knew about that, obviously, since Molly often watched it together with us and our mother. But it may have been news to some of the others.

“Yeah, I do,” said Riley. “I like it.”

“Me too,” agreed Chelsea. I knew that when the little girl and her mom had sex they occasionally would put on one of the lesbian porn videos Dana had starred in when she was a teenager. That was super hot — but again I didn’t think it was time to reveal such things to Emily or Riley. I didn’t want to scare them off with our family’s perversity. However, I did decide to bring up another idea.

“You know, talking about spying,” I said to Riley, “I’ve done that too, a lot. I sometimes spy on my mom when she has sex with other women.”

That got everyone’s attention. My sisters knew all about my spying, of course, and had even done it with me, but still seemed startled by my open admission of it. And for Riley and Emily, this was a bombshell.

“Your mother?? Other women?? You watch??” Excited questions from the two 9-year-olds overlapped and replicated.

Giggling, I said, “Yeah, she does, she has sex with women. I’ve watched her. But you guys already knew that, right? I mean, you knew she was a lesbian, didn’t you? I thought everyone did.”

“Well, yeah, I guess,” said Riley with a frown, appearing deep in thought. It may be that for the first time she was actually realizing what that knowledge meant. She might have understood in principle that her friend Molly’s mom was a lesbian — but it was another thing to visualize it.

“Does she, I mean, like, you know… who…?” Emily stammered. She wanted to ask something but couldn’t quite articulate it.

“You mean, who does she do it with?” I asked her.

“Yeah,” the brunette nodded.

“Lots of different women. I’ve seen her lots of times.” I wasn’t going to name names. That would be a violation of privacy. I was already pushing the boundaries pretty far, anyway, by telling these girls about my mother’s promiscuity. But it was so much fun to see their reaction!

Riley said, “I think, um, my mom, I mean… I know she’s done that, had sex with other ladies. She got in trouble with my stepdad because of it. My soon-to-be ex-stepdad, that is.”

“Yeah, so I’ve heard,” I said.

“But, um,” Riley continued, “do you think, I mean, do you think maybe your mom and my mom, that they…?”

I shook my head. “No, at least I don’t think so. But maybe they will soon.” I actually knew for a fact that Paula and my mother hadn’t had sex yet, although I didn’t reveal that at this point.

“Soon?” Riley asked.

“Yeah, well, maybe even tonight,” I told her. And then I got to what I’d been building up to. “And, you know, if they come back here and do it downstairs in the family room, maybe we can watch them.”

“What?!!” The girl seemed flabbergasted.

“Sure, I mean, if you want to, we can. Or we could try anyway. But that’s if they come back here and do it in the family room. My mom likes doing it down there sometimes, on the sofa, but you never know.”

“Oh my god.” Riley put a hand to her mouth. Emily was wide-eyed too. The younger girls watched and listened with interest.

I carried on, nonchalantly. “It’s almost like my mom wants me to watch her, you know? For the past couple of years she’s been doing that a lot, going out at night and then bringing girls — I mean, um, women — back here and having sex with them on the sofa downstairs.”

“Oh my god,” said Riley again.

“So, like, if your mom does come inside later after they get back — and your mom too, Emily — and if something actually happens with them, would you guys maybe want to watch? Spy on them?”

“Oh my god.” Riley, usually verbose, appeared unable to say anything else.

“How ‘bout my mom?” piped up Samantha.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Does she do it with her? My mom and your mom?”

“No, I don’t think so,” I said. “But your mom and Dana — they do it, of course. They’re girlfriends now. You knew that, right?”

“Yeah,” Samantha nodded. “I haven’t ever seen ‘em, though, except just kissing and stuff. Can I watch, if she does it too? Tonight, here?”

“Sure, I guess so,” I shrugged, “although I wouldn’t be surprised if the two of them, your mom and Dana, go back to one of their apartments instead. They seem to like doing that.”

“Um, I think I would,” said Emily. “Like to watch ‘em, I mean. My mom and your mom, or whoever… except, is it safe? Would we get in trouble if they caught us?”

I shrugged. “I don’t think my mom would mind. Like I said, it’s almost like she wants me to watch her or something.”

Although I wasn’t telling the whole truth here, I wasn’t exactly lying, so my conscience felt clear. “And I don’t know,” I added, “but I get the feeling your mother wouldn’t mind it either. Or yours, Riley. I think they’d both like it.”

“Like it?” Emily asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Some women really get off on that, having someone watch them or look at them. It turns ‘em on. I’ll bet both your moms would like it a lot.”

“Wow,” mused Riley, before lapsing back to another, “Oh my god…”

“Anyway,” I told them, “it’s getting pretty late. We should probably get in bed now and turn the lights off so when they get here they’ll think we’re asleep. Then, if they do do something, we can sneak out of our rooms and spy on them. Okay?”

Everyone agreed with this plan. We quickly started getting ready for bed amid lots of excited chatter about the prospect of seeing our mothers kissing and touching each other, possibly even taking their clothes off and and going all the way as we watched.

Fifteen minutes later I had the younger ones — Molly, Emily, Riley, Chelsea, and Samantha — arranged in a makeshift nest on the floor of Molly’s bedroom. It was really just a heap of sheets and blankets and pillows hastily thrown together, the naked girls cuddling and giggling inside. Kate and I kissed them goodnight, then turned off the light. The kids insisted they would all stay awake, of course, in anticipation of our spying venture, but I wasn’t sure they’d be able to keep that promise as the night wore on.

Back in my room, where my sister and I had decided to sleep, Kate, said, “Oh my god, Julie, are you really gonna do that?”

“Do what?”

“You know, have Riley and Emily spy on their moms.”

“Sure, why not?”

“Man, you’re just… you’re so awesome!”

Kate suddenly grabbed me and kissed my mouth, laughing giddily. I returned the kiss, taking her in my arms, shoving my tongue in her mouth. We fell onto my bed and made eager, passionate love. All those pent-up longings of the past few hours — being with the little girls, kissing them, watching them kiss, watching them rub their pussies! — it had all been building, and now finally we could let it out, on each other at least, if not on them.

I fingered Kate while she fingered me, and that’s how we achieved our first orgasms of the evening — frantically groping and fucking, almost savagely humping and kissing, until we both came. We rested for a minute or so after that, panting, trying to catch our breath, then she went down on me. My sister licked my pussy, sucked my clit, slid a finger inside my vagina, and I had my second orgasm.

As soon as I recovered, I pulled Katie up until she was sitting on my face and I could lick her beautiful cunt. She rode my tongue and came very quickly — so quickly, in fact, that I didn’t let her go. I held on tight, my arms wrapped around her thighs, sucking her clit until she climaxed again, really gushing this time, filling my mouth with her sweet juices.

At last, we were sated. Now we lay together, gently kissing, softly caressing, murmuring… and gradually drifted off.

* * *

I awoke. There were voices downstairs, women’s voices. Pushing myself up, I looked around.

The lamp beside my bed was still on. The clock said 12:17 AM. Kate was on her side, turned away from me, fast asleep. I knew from past experience that it would be nearly impossible to wake her. Chuckling, I switched off the lamp and got out of bed, walking to my door through the darkness.

Opening the door just a crack, I listened carefully. I could hear my mother… and Paula… and Theresa… but no other voices. Either Dana and Megan were being very quiet, or they weren’t there. Most likely it was the latter.

After waiting a minute longer to be certain no one was coming upstairs, I stepped out into the hall. I leaned forward slightly, trying to peer through the railing down into the family room. Now I could see them. Paula and Theresa were seated on the sofa. Paula had one leg tucked under her. Presumably she’d taken her ankle boots off, though from my vantage point I couldn’t tell for sure. Theresa’s long legs were crossed, her short dress hiked up, revealing plenty of thigh.

I could hear my mother speaking, but I couldn’t see her. Her voice seemed to be coming closer, though. Maybe she was bringing them drinks. Yes, that’s what it was. She handed a glass of wine to each of the women, then sat in a chair, outside of my view — unless I moved closer, that is.

So, should I move closer, try for a better view? Not yet, I decided. Instead I would go to Molly’s room and find out if any of the little girls were still awake, see if they might want to come out and spy with me.

I tiptoed down the hall and quietly opened Molly’s bedroom door. A night light had been left on, so as soon as I peeked inside I was able to discern a pretty face peering out from the nest of blankets on the floor. It was Riley. When she saw me, she smiled, and as I stepped into the room and the girl saw that I was still naked, her smile widened.

Kneeling beside her, I whispered, “Are any of the others awake?”

“Uh-uh,” she shook her head, “only me.”

“Okay.”

“Is my mom here?”

“Yeah,” I told her, “and Emily’s mom too, but not Samantha’s or Chelsea’s. I don’t know if they’re gonna do anything, but we can go look if you want to.”

“Okay, sure.”

Riley slipped out from under the covers and stood beside me, nude. I took her hand and we went to the door, then into the hall. I put a finger to my lips, urging her to be silent. She nodded. We slowly crept across the carpet until we reached the part of the hall that was open to the family room below.

I put my head around the corner of the wall, looking down. It was dark enough upstairs that they wouldn’t be likely to notice us as long as we stayed in the shadows and made no noise. I saw Paula and Theresa sitting on the sofa, but couldn’t see my mother, though I could hear her as the women chatted and drank their wine. She must have been in an armchair across from them.

After signaling Riley once again to be quiet, I drew her in front of me so she could see as well. My arms went around the girl, pulling her close. Her slim body felt warm and soft. Four years younger than me, Riley was at least a foot shorter, so I rested my chin comfortably atop her head as we hugged and spied.

“They make a striking couple, don’t they?” Theresa was saying. “Megan is so tall and Dana… well, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was still a teenager.”

“Or a sexy little girl, maybe,” Paula chuckled, “like only 10 or 11 years old!” The other women laughed.

Taking another sip of wine, Paula shook her head and continued, “God, I just love dancing with her. She’s so amazing, the way she moves, rubbing her little body against mine. Totally turns me on.”

I felt Riley shiver as she listened to her mother describing her attraction to another woman.

“She is a sexy girl, very very sexy,” Theresa agreed. Turning to my mom and raising her glass, she said, “And Megan is too. You have very good taste in friends, Suzanne.”

“I’ll drink to that!” Paula chortled.

“Thank you,” we heard my mother say.

After they drank their toast, Paula said, “You know, when I first met Dana, I was sure she was your girlfriend, Suzanne, the way you two acted together and everything. I know I was wrong about that, but…” Her voice trailed off.

“She and I are very close,” Mommy said, “and we’ve been lovers. But we’re not a couple, not like that, anyway.”

Paula frowned, “Yeah, I know, but, um, tonight I’m positive I heard her call you ‘Mommy’ — what’s that all about?”

My mother chuckled, “It’s just… a term of affection, I suppose you could say. I do think of her as my daughter in some ways, but also as a lover, a sexual partner.”

Theresa smiled, shaking her head. “That’s, uh, that’s interesting. It’s sort of an unorthodox relationship, then? Even a little kinky?”

“You might call it that,” Mommy said. “But I try to stay open to the possibilities, whatever they are, even if they might be considered unorthodox — or kinky, if you prefer.”

“Um, I wanted to ask you something else,” said Paula. “I mean, you’ve been divorced for, what, six or seven years now, something like that? A long time, anyway.”

“That’s right,” my mother confirmed. “Almost eight years, in fact.”

“So, um,” Paula continued, “do you ever, I mean, wish that you had someone special? I know you’re not exactly celibate, of course. You don’t seem to lack for sexual partners.”

“No, I certainly don’t, definitely not!” Mommy laughed, the others joining her.

“But don’t you, sometimes, I mean, want someone special? For you, I guess it would have to be a woman, not a man, right?”

“No, not a man. Absolutely not.”

Paula persisted, “Maybe I’m being too nosy or personal or something like that. Blame it on the wine. But I just, you know, late at night, it’s so nice to have someone there, that one person, above all others…”

The women were silent for a few seconds until Mommy cleared her throat and said, “There is, uh… you see, I do have someone. Someone special, a person I love very very much. Exactly what you’re describing.”

“Oh,” said Paula, “I didn’t know. Is it a woman?”

“Yes, well… she’s not a man,” my mother chuckled.

I thought it was clever that she didn’t quite confirm that her special person was a woman. I knew, of course, that she was talking about me — still just a girl, not to mention her own daughter! Obviously she wasn’t going to tell them that!!

My mom went on, “We, well, for various reasons we’ve decided to keep our relationship private for the time being. But you girls don’t have to worry about me. I’m in love, and very happy about it.”

They were quiet again for half a minute or so, evidently thinking about what had been discussed. Then my mother got up from her chair and moved to the sofa, squeezing in between her friends. She’d left her wine glass behind, and now placed one hand on Theresa’s knee and the other on Paula’s.

“You need to know this, though,” she began. “It’s just like my relationship with Dana. Well, no, it’s not quite the same, because I’m not in love with Dana the way I am with, you know, with my lover. But the point is, we both are free, we all are free, to enjoy the companionship of others any time we feel the desire.”

As she said this, she slowly moved her hands up their legs, squeezing and caressing the women’s thighs. “So if either of you, or better yet, if both of you have an interest in me, a sexual interest, I mean, I certainly would be open to that. Very much so.”

Mommy paused a moment, glancing back and forth at the blonde and the brunette, assessing their reactions. Then, gazing steadily at Paula, she licked her lips and slowly leaned in close. They kissed.

Paula moaned, loudly. Earlier she’d put her glass down, and now she grabbed my mother’s face in both hands, pulling their mouths together, kissing her enthusiastically. We could see that they both were using their tongues. I felt Riley shiver in my arms again as she watched her mom and my mom kissing that way.

“Oh my,” Theresa sighed. She uncrossed her legs and opened them, sliding a hand down to caress herself.

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