Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

I woke up Saturday morning in a bed that smelled of sex, yummy lesbian sex, and of something else too… of milk. That was certainly something new. Stretching and yawning, I smiled to myself as I recalled the amazing events of the previous night, perhaps the most unique orgy I’d ever experienced. It made me want to tell someone about it. Maybe Hannah.

But then I remembered that I still needed to let Hannah know everything that was going on in our family. When would be the right time for that? I wasn’t sure, but I wanted to do it fairly soon if I could.

Turning my head, I looked at the clock on my mother’s bedside table. It was not quite 7:00. Hannah obviously wouldn’t be up yet, not for hours. Molly and Kate were still asleep in the king-size bed, as was my mom. I was the only one awake.

I wondered how things might have gone for Hannah the night before. She’d been asked by Ms. Firth to babysit Cadence again. I’d been invited to come too, but had to tell them I couldn’t. As much as I would have liked to see Lynn Firth again, and her daughter — hopefully get naked with them, maybe kiss, and maybe do a lot more — there was no way I was going to miss all the kinky fun we had with Miranda and Marisol and Karen.

Anyhow, everything would happen soon enough, I told myself. I didn’t know when, but I was pretty sure that at some point I would be able to fuck them all: Cadence and Lynn, Hannah and her mother, Lindsey and her mom, not to mention Theresa and her daughter, and Paula and her two daughters. That was a lot to look forward to!

I felt the bed begin to move slightly, and heard a soft moan. It came from my mother, who was next to me, with my sisters on the other side. My mom was lying on her stomach, the covers around her shoulders and her head turned away. Her body was undulating, however, in a way that I easily recognized — it was clear she was masturbating, humping her fingers. But was she awake, or perhaps dreaming, doing it in her sleep? I knew for certain that was possible since it had happened to me before, many times. Such a nice way to wake up in the morning, with your fingers wet and gooey and your head still swirling with erotic images.

Leaning in close, I nuzzled her tangled blonde tresses, kissing the nape of her neck. Her skin was warm and fragrant. “Mommy,” I whispered. “Mommy…”

She moaned a little louder, humping faster. I kissed her again and slid a hand down under the sheets to caress her naked bottom. Suddenly she went rigid, her butt cheeks clenching, the muscles taut. I heard a muffled, guttural groan, repeated as her lovely body quivered in a series of climactic spasms. It was thrilling to be with my mom like that, to experience the orgasm along with her, even if she was asleep. I glanced at my sisters. They were both still snoozing, oblivious.

When my mother began to calm down, I stroked her back and whispered again, “Mommy.”

She turned toward me, pretty blue eyes blinking open. Peering through a veil of her hair, she smiled, “Julie, sweetheart…”

I brushed the hair back, kissed her lips and said, “Good morning.”

“I just had the most wonderful dream.”

“You did? What was it?”

“It was… you and me… we were traveling, somewhere, I’m not sure where, in a big city. We were outside, walking on a street, a busy street, with crowds of people all around us. We were… I remember, we were walking along, holding hands, talking about the people we saw there, you know, the women and the girls, the prettiest ones. And as we talked, I got more and more excited. I kind of lost control. I said to you, ‘Let’s fuck them, Julie, fuck them all!’ Then, somehow, all at once everyone around us was naked — and there weren’t any men, just girls and women. We started grabbing them, both of us, grabbing them and kissing them and fucking them. God, it was so hot… mmm… that’s all I can really remember.”

“Were some of the girls young?” I asked. “Really young?”

“I think so, but… I don’t remember now, it’s fading away. But I’m sure they must have been. Why else would I get so turned on?” she chuckled, licking her fingers.

“Right.” I kissed her again.

My mom and I hugged and caressed for a few minutes, sharing our favorite fantasies. Then we got out of bed and took a shower, washing one another, kissing deeply, bringing each other with soapy hands. Another nice way to start the morning!

* * *

Our family spent the whole day preparing for the big party that night. I still could hardly believe so many kids were coming over to play Undercover Spy with us and then stay for a sleepover. Counting me and my sisters, there would be twenty girls! Wow!

At around 5:30, as planned, our friends began to show up. Chelsea and Samantha were already there, of course, along with their moms, Dana and Megan, helping us get things ready. One after another, cars stopped in front of our house and little girls jumped out, running up to the door. Some who lived close, like Hannah and Lindsey, came on foot. Among the last to arrive were Alexa and Riley, together with their mother, Paula. Unlike the other moms, however, Paula parked her car in the driveway and came inside, not only to say hello but to stay and help out.

By about ten minutes to 6:00, everyone was there. It was time for the fun to start. The kids were all bunched in the family room, gabbing and giggling, with a few, including me, seated on the sofa but the rest still standing. After clapping her hands to get our attention, my mom asked all the girls to find a place somewhere to sit down.

They did, and it was pretty funny. We ended up with five kids squished in side by side on the sofa. I was in the middle, with Alexa and Hannah flanking me, Riley and Lindsey next to each of them. We all had girls on our laps — Chelsea was on mine — and the other ten were piled into the pair of armchairs or on the floor around us. The crowded jumble made for a lot of laughter and excited squeals.

“Okay, that’s good. Hi, everyone, and welcome,” Mommy said with a big smile, as we gradually began to calm down. She was wearing a zip-front blue denim dress with pockets at the waist. Over the not very stylish dress was a somewhat ragged dark green cardigan sweater, unbuttoned, with the sleeves pushed up to her elbows. The sweater had pockets too.

“I’m Ms. Duval, as you know, but for tonight, I’d like you all just to call me Suzanne, all right? The other moms here will go by their first names too. You can call them Paula, Megan, and Dana. As you’ll see, we’re planning to relax some of the normal rules of behavior that you might be used to.”

That got some giggles. Everyone, even those who hadn’t played before, knew that the game of Undercover Spy required total nudity. I suspect they may have been wondering, however, if other surprises might be coming. They certainly were!

“So, the first thing we’re going to do, before we have our dinner,” our mother went on, “is allow you to get a little more comfortable. It feels kind of warm in here, doesn’t it?”

It definitely did feel warm. Shortly before the guests began to arrive, my mom had turned the heat way up. That, combined with the way we were all squeezed in so close — basically on top of each other — meant we were already getting hot and sweaty.

“Wouldn’t it feel better to get your clothes off?” Mommy grinned. “I’m sure it would. So go ahead and stand up and take everything off. Don’t be embarrassed. You’ll have to be that way to play the game anyway, right? And no one will see you, it’s just us girls. The curtain are closed.”

There was a bit of hesitation at first, as you might expect, but with encouragement from me and my sisters, everyone soon went along. We stood and took off all our clothes. The moms began collecting our things from us, folding them neatly and placing them on a card table that had been set up for just that purpose.

While we were undressing, I kept my eye on Alexa — and when the 16-year-old pulled down her bikini panties, I discovered, as I’d hoped I would, that her pussy was completely shaved. Of course, she was a natural blonde and may not have had a lot of hair anyway, but it was lovely to see her that way, smooth and bald and so inviting. When Alexa caught me staring at her, she blushed, but I noticed that she took a good look at my crotch too, and at Hannah’s as well.

“Don’t sit down again,” instructed my mother, once all the kids were nude. She was still dressed at that point, as were the other three women. There was a reason for that, which she would tell us about later.

“I want you to line up now in order of age. Make a big line, right over here, from oldest to youngest, okay?”

That took a couple of minutes. A lot of the kids were the same age, either 9 or 10 years old, and so they had to compare birthdays to figure out who should stand where. But finally we were all in place, twenty naked girls in a row.

“Very good, very nice,” my mom nodded, licking her lips as she slowly gazed at us, one by one. “Now, the next thing we’re going to do is divide up into teams. Paula will give you a scarf that shows which team you’re on. We’ll have four teams for the game tonight: red, blue, green, and gold. Take your scarf and tie it around your forehead, all right?”

Paula began at one end of the group, with the youngest girl, who was Chelsea. She handed her a red scarf, then gave a blue scarf to the next little girl, Erika, a green one to Sadie, yellow to the next girl, and so on up the line, alternating colors. Earlier that day, we’d gone out and bought a bunch of new scarves, making sure we’d have enough to designate the teams.

Mommy smiled, “Okay, so, now it’s time to eat. Let’s go into the dining room.”

She led the way and we followed, grinning and giggling, our bright scarves the only thing we wore.

We’d discussed ordering pizzas for supper, but Kate had a better idea. On the dining table were two dozen boxes wrapped in colored foil — five each in blue, red, green, and gold, plus four in silver. Inside each box was a sandwich, a package of chips or pretzels, and a cookie. There were several different kinds of sandwiches — ham and cheese, tuna, peanut butter and jelly, plain cheese, etc. — and different kinds of cookies too. Also on the table were cans of soda of various types, still nice and cold since Dana and Megan had taken them from the refrigerator while the teams were being set up.

“Each of you can take a box,” our mother said, “obviously going by the color of your team, right? The silver boxes are for the moms. You’ll find different things to eat inside the boxes, and if you want to, you can trade with someone else for something you might like better. But you can only trade with a member of your own team, not with anyone else. You’re going to be in separate rooms, anyway, when you eat. Kate will tell you more about that.”

“Yeah, um,” said my sister, “what we’re gonna do is, everybody has to go to a different room, each of the teams, I mean, to eat and stuff. But the thing is, while you’re eating you also have to do something else. Your team has to think of a secret kiss, a way so you’ll be able to know each other later on in the dark. See, that’s like what real undercover spies do, except if they’re men, they use a secret handshake. But if the spies are women or girls, it’s a secret kiss.”

I was pretty sure that wasn’t true, of course, but I loved it. What a clever concept!

Kate went on, “So, everyone take a box, just grab the right color. And take a drink too, whatever you want. Then we’ll go upstairs to eat.”

It worked out nicely, since our house has four bedrooms. One team was assigned to each of them, with Kate reminding us on our way up about the important need to devise a secret kiss. We’d have only a half hour to eat and to work on that. Mommy would give us a reminder when two minutes were left, so we could make a final decision if we had to.

My team, the blue team, consisted of me, Whitney, Abbie, Molly, and Samantha. We were placed in Kate’s room, with the door closed. Our first priority was opening the boxes to see what we had inside, then swapping around until everyone was happy with their meal. With that done, we started eating and talking about what kind of secret kiss we should use. It would have to be something no one else would think of, hopefully. Various options were considered: maybe humming a tune while kissing; or doing it like morse code, three fast kisses, then two slow, then three fast; or maybe pinching the girl’s bottom as you kissed her; or possibly using your tongue a certain way.

Finally we settled on a suggestion put forth by Samantha.

“You know how you have two lips down here too?” said the child, pointing at her crotch. She was sitting on the edge of Kate’s bed, legs spread wide apart. We all had a clear view of her sweet hairless pussy.

“So, I mean, we won’t actually kiss there, but, um, what if while we’re kissing we put our fingers in our mouths, two fingers, like this…” She demonstrated, sucking and licking the first two fingers of her right hand. “And then while you’re still kissing, you put your fingers down here, except on the other girl, and it’ll be like you’re kissing those lips at the same time. See, like a double kiss, sort of.”

Oh my god, how could such a young girl think of something like that?! I knew that Samantha and her mother had been having sex for a few weeks by then, and it made me wonder what kind of interesting things they talked about while they were doing it.

In any case, the other members of my team were nuts about the plan.

“That’s perfect!” cried Molly. “I love it!” agreed Abbie, so excited she couldn’t stop bouncing up and down. I was concerned that Whitney, a newcomer to our family’s kinky ways, might not be quite so enthusiastic. But she was all smiles and giggles and appeared happy to go along.

“We should practice first,” said Abbie.

“Good idea,” nodded Molly, “but with the lights out, in the dark, like the real game.”

We all got up off the bed or the floor where we’d been sitting, and after Molly flipped off the light, spent the next several minutes practicing our secret kiss with each other.

OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD.

What an unbelievable experience, touching and kissing these four cute girls — a 10-year-old, a pair of 9-year-olds, and a 7-year-old — standing naked in the dark, our mouths open, tongues exploring, wet fingertips eagerly fondling. Although we weren’t exactly having sex, it was pretty damn close. Who knows what might have happened if we hadn’t heard a sharp knock on the door?

“Two minutes, blue team,” said my mom, out in the hall. “Two more minutes.”

We turned the light back on and finished up what was left of our dinners, then opened the bedroom door, giggling as we trotted downstairs with the others. Although the rest of my team didn’t know what was coming next, I did, and I could hardly wait!

Twenty nude young girls and four women still wearing clothes clustered in our family room. Kate asked, “Did all the teams make up a secret kiss? You don’t have to tell me what it is — but did everybody think of something?”

We all nodded affirmatively. “Okay, good,” said Kate, then turned to our mother.

“All right, now,” Mommy began, “before we play Undercover Spy tonight, we’re going to do something else. It’s sort of a contest, and we have prizes for it, too.”

There was a large cardboard box on the cabinet by the TV, near where my mom was standing. Reaching inside, she took out the prizes one by one, and showed them to us. The first was a pair of Barbie dolls mounted on a stand. Both were wearing skimpy little nighties, and they were posed in a romantic kiss. This was greeted with a couple of surprised gasps, but mostly oohs and ahhs. Next she held up a DVD of Water Lilies, the French film about teenage lesbians she had taken me to see a few weeks earlier. She said a few words about the movie, and then brought out the final item, a sexy, lacy, nearly transparent bralette and tap pants set. More oohs and ahhs. It was exciting for me to picture the girls around me wearing that lingerie — and equally exciting to imagine what their moms might say or do when they saw them dressed like that.

After setting the box on the floor, my mother carefully displayed the prizes on the cabinet, then faced the group again. “The contest is very simple. You’re going to be blindfolded, each of you in turn, and then you’ll try to identify five girls chosen at random. You’ll have to do that by touch, but you’ll only be allowed to touch one part of their bodies: their nipples. I call this a nipple test.”

A rush of eager whispers cascaded among us. A nipple test! Omigod!!

“To show you how it’s done,” Mommy continued, “one or two of the moms will give it a try. They won’t be eligible for prizes, of course, it’ll just be a demonstration. But first, before we begin, take a very good look at one another. Study the nipples of the girls around you and imagine what it would feel like to touch them so you can try to guess who is who once you’re blindfolded.”

We spent the next couple of minutes shuffling around and looking closely at each other, specifically at our chests. All the youngest girls were completely flat, naturally, but among those who were 9 or 10 years old, a few showed the beginnings of breast development, delicious little swellings or puffy nipples. Kate and Hannah and I each possessed a nice pair of little titties, but Sarah, who was 11, was still mostly flat. At 16, Alexa had the biggest boobs, as you would expect, although they were still fairly small, probably a B-cup at most.

As we mingled, gazing at one another, I felt my own nipples tingling and growing stiff. I licked my lips, wishing I could kiss and lick the chests I was ogling, while wishing these cute girls were doing that with me too.

“Okay,” said Mommy after a few minutes, “we’ll have Megan go first now, to show you how the contest works.”

She tied a strip of black cloth over the tall redhead’s eyes, blindfolding her. As she was doing this, Dana silently chose five girls and lined them up in a row, a bit apart from the rest of us. Those selected were Hannah, Lindsey, Eden, Abbie, and Samantha.

My mom spun Megan around in a circle, making her dizzy and disorienting her, then led the woman to stand in front of the first girl, Hannah, placing her hands on her chest.

“Can you tell who that is?” Mommy asked.

“Hmm, let me see — or, should I say, let me feel…”

That brought a few giggles from the group. This wasn’t loud laughter, however, but nervous, aroused tittering. I was pretty sure everyone there could feel the sexual tension in the room.

“Um, I’m not sure, but… is it Kate?” ventured Megan.

“We won’t tell you that until you’re done,” Mommy said. “Let’s go on to the next one.”

Megan fondled Lindsey’s chest, guessing incorrectly that she was Peyton. She missed with Eden too, and with Abbie, but when she reached the last girl, she finally got one right, identifying her own daughter, Samantha, by the feel of her nipples.

My mother removed the blindfold from Megan, saying with a grin, “Only one correct out of five. That’s not very good.”

Next up was Paula. She seemed even more nervous than the kids, blushing and swallowing, breathing hard. I could see her trembling as she repeatedly pushed her blonde hair back from her face. I knew she had a lot of experience with other women, but likely had never imagined being able to play this kind of an erotic game with prepubescent and barely pubescent girls.

As my mom applied the blindfold and spun Paula around, Dana picked five more girls and lined them up. This time it was Sadie, Alexa, Kate, Whitney, and Riley. I didn’t think it was a coincidence that Paula’s daughters were chosen, or that Samantha had been in Megan’s group. Dana did that on purpose, I was certain.

Paula missed with Sadie, but identified Alexa almost immediately after she started feeling her boobs. Of course, that wasn’t especially difficult, since Alexa’s were easily the biggest among the girls. But it sure was nice watching the woman touch and squeeze her teenage daughter’s breasts — which I noticed she continued doing for several more seconds after stating who she thought it was. Alexa really appeared to enjoy it as well, thrusting out her chest, almost begging her mom to caress her.

Kate was next in line, and Paula got her right too, but guessed wrong with Whitney. I wondered when she arrived at Riley if she would be able to tell it was her simply by touch as easily as she had with Alexa. Then again, there may have been other things working, like the sense of smell or even the subtle sound of breathing. In any case, Paula said, “This is Riley, my daughter,” very soon after she started fondling the little girl’s buds. Again, however, she remained a few seconds longer than was necessary, keeping her hands on the swollen nipples, gently squeezing. I heard Riley give a whimper of arousal.

“Excellent,” said my mother, as she untied Paula’s blindfold. “You got three out of five. You won’t get a prize, but would you like a kiss from me instead?”

“Sure,” giggled Paula.

We all watched as Mommy took the woman into her arms, kissing her deeply. A few of the girls gasped in surprise, younger kids who hadn’t played the game with us before and who perhaps didn’t quite know what to expect.

When they ended the soulful kiss, my mom started to say something about doing the contest with the girls, but then Ashley interrupted her. “Um, wait, can we — I mean, aren’t the other moms, you and, um, and Dana, gonna do it too? Try it with us?”

My mom grinned at the child. With raised eyebrows, she asked, “Would you like us to do that?”

“Yeah, uh-huh, it’d be fun,” Ashley nodded eagerly. Several other kids chimed in, agreeing.

“All right, we’ll have Dana go next, and then me. How’s that sound?”

Everyone definitely liked the idea. So, as Megan put the blindfold on Dana, my mother chose five more from the group, placing them in line: Erika, Chelsea, Emily, Alyssa, and Peyton.

Megan spun Dana around, then put her hands on the chest of the first girl, Erika. Dana guessed wrong with her, but of course got Chelsea right. She even gave her daughter a little kiss on the lips before going on to Emily. She identified her correctly too, which kind of surprised me, then missed with Alyssa, but got Peyton right as well.

“Three out of five… very, very good,” said Mommy, adding with a leer, “I won’t kiss you now, but maybe later tonight in bed, all right?”

“Okay!” Dana laughed, all bubbly and happy.

Several of the girls around me, newcomers again, were staring wide-eyed, evidently astonished to see such bold lesbian flirting. If they only knew, I thought to myself. And before the night was over, maybe they would!

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