Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

Our last matchup for this opening session of paired masturbation would be Kay and Donna. They stood in front of the group, pausing a moment before beginning to strip. I was still in the loveseat, but cuddling with Addison now. Danielle and Cherise sat in one of the chairs, Heather and Felicity in the other. Everyone was naked except the two who faced us.

Kay was in a knee-length silk dress, black with a faint silver design running through the material. On her feet were black pumps. Donna wore a short royal blue skirt and a sleeveless white blouse, unbuttoned halfway down to reveal plenty of cleavage, along with low-heeled leather sandals. Neither woman was wearing nylons. Their legs were bare and tan.

“Come on, sexy lady, let’s get these clothes off you,” said Donna to Kay with a grin. She turned her sideways and unzipped the black dress down the back, drawing it down her legs and letting Kay step out of it. Now Kay wore only the pumps, plus her black panties and black bra. Extremely hot, even if she was a thirty-something suburban mom.

Donna said what I was thinking. “Mmm, so nice, totally hot, totally fuckable.” The kids giggled.

“Thank you,” Kay smiled. She struck a provocative pose for us, one hand on her hip. Everyone clapped.

“Take off my blouse next,” said Donna, thrusting out her ample chest.

“All right.”

Kay undid the remaining buttons, which weren’t many, and Donna shrugged the blouse off, letting it drop to the floor. Her flesh-colored underwire bra was transparent. We could plainly see her nipples. As if to emphasize this point, Donna played with her boobs through the fabric, tweaking the nipples, making them grow hard. The woman looked at her daughters, Felicity and Heather, while she massaged her breasts, licking her lips.

Then she turned her back to Kay, nodding to her. Kay opened the clasp of the bra and Donna let it fall away, joining her blouse on the floor. The buxom blonde took her boobs in her hands, squeezing them together, pointing the erect nipples at her children.

“God, Mom,” breathed Heather. Felicity just stared at her mother, wide-eyed, slack-jawed.

Donna chuckled, then turned toward Kay once more, reaching behind her back to unhook the black bra and slowly pull it away. Kay’s nipples soon came into view. They were pink, not brown like Donna’s, and her plump breasts were pale while Donna’s boobs were tanned.

“Ooh, yummy,” said Donna, licking her lips again as she stepped back and tossed the bra aside. “Wish I could suck those pretty nipples.” Then she looked at me. “Except it’s not time for that now, right?”

I shook my head. “Nope. Just get naked and masturbate. And remember, don’t come.”

“I know, I know.” Donna sat on the rattan sofa and held her legs out. “Take off my sandals.”

“Yes, mistress,” Kay replied, kneeling at her feet.

This was the second time I’d heard Kay use that phrase. It made me wonder if these women sometimes would play sub/dom games with each other, though I’d never seen any of that when I was with them. But they certainly were kinky enough to do it.

Anyway, Kay removed the sandals and submissively kissed Donna’s feet, briefly sucking on the toes. Hearing a gasp from Heather, I glanced over at the girl. Her eyes were wide too now, her mouth hanging open.

There was still so much that they had to learn, all four of these kids, so much more I could teach them. It was a shame that our time together was running out. But maybe, possibly, their mothers would continue their sexual tutoring after I moved away. I hoped they would.

When Kay stood, Donna leaned over and took off the woman’s high heels, gently massaging her feet. Kay’s back was to us. Without getting up from the sofa, Donna slowly peeled the black panties down over her bottom, down her legs and off. Then she grabbed Kay’s butt and said to her, “Move your feet apart.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Now bend at the waist.”

“Yes, mistress.”

With Kay in this vulnerable position, Donna spread her cheeks wide open, fingers digging in deeply. This exposed everything to us — the puckered anus, her juicy cunt, vagina gaping. It was an incredibly obscene thing to do, especially in front of the children, and it was also intensely erotic. Next to me, Addison shivered as she stared at her mother’s asshole and pussy.

Donna held her this way for several seconds, letting everyone get a good look, then finally released Kay from her grip. She stood and told the auburn-haired woman, “Take off my skirt and panties.”

Kay nodded, but before doing so, took her own breasts in her hands, kneading them briefly and squeezing the nipples. I could see that she was extremely aroused, breathing hard, her cheeks flushed. Apparently this sort of thing, this ‘forced’ exhibitionism, really turned her on.

As Kay pulled the zipper down on the back of the tight skirt, Donna wriggled out of it. Now she wore only those light blue panties. Kay tugged them down and we saw the woman’s trimmed bush, her dark hair damp, matted with strands of pussy goo.

“Look at my panties,” Donna said to Kay. “Show everyone how wet they are.”

Kay turned the undies inside out and held them up for display, letting us all see the gleaming mess at the center.

“Lick them, bitch. Rub those dirty fucking panties all over your face,” Donna demanded.

“Yes, mistress,” replied Kay once more, though this time she couldn’t suppress a giggle. But she did as ordered, licking up the slime, then rubbing the wet fabric over her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, her lips.

This was quite a bit more than I’d expected or planned for, a diversion from the intended program, but I didn’t mind. It was educational for the girls, not to mention highly entertaining.

And at last the pair settled down onto the sofa cushions for what they were really supposed to do, masturbate without reaching climax. Of course, following such a sexy prelude, it took them almost no time — only a minute or so of rubbing — until both women were on the verge of coming, gasping and shuddering.

“That’s great,” I said to them. “Now, can you stay that way for at least ten minutes? Maybe fifteen?”

“Uh-huh,” Kay nodded. “I think so.”

“I, I’ll try,” Donna panted, “but it’s… fucking hard.”

“Yeah, I know it is, believe me,” I commiserated. “But you can do it. Everyone else did, even the little girls.”

“All right…”

They both succeeded, although Donna had to pause a few times, taking her hands away from her gooey cunt. Kay was able to rub herself continually, without stopping.

As all this was going on, Addison crawled onto my lap. I hugged her close, nuzzling her hair, and — I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself — I slid a hand between her legs and played with the child’s smooth, soft pussy.

In the chair on my right, Heather and Felicity both were masturbating while they watched their mom and Addison’s mom. And on my left, guess what: I wasn’t the only one. Cherise was sprawled on her mother’s lap, legs wide apart. The girl had a dreamy, faraway look on her face as Danielle caressed her labia with one hand, the other fondling her pointed nipples.

Was that sex? Was Danielle having sex with her daughter, committing incest? I’m sure she would have denied that, claiming it was simply part of the exercise, or affection, or yoga or some such thing. And if the self-deception made her happy, made both of them happy, who was I to complain?

At any rate, the minutes went by, though I wasn’t actually timing them or anything. But when it seemed the women had been on the edge long enough, I said, “All right, we can stop for now. Is anyone but me getting hungry?”

  

I was totally famished by the time we concluded that long round of dual masturbation, and it seemed everyone else was too. No wonder, because when we reached the kitchen I saw that it was almost 6:00 o’clock.

Donna told us she’d prepared homemade pizza in advance, several pies, so all she needed to do was stick them in her big double oven for about fifteen minutes. While the pizzas were baking, filling the air with their mouthwatering aroma, we snacked on raw veggies and yogurt dip, which she put out on the butcher block island. The kids drank Cokes, and Donna opened a couple of bottles of Chianti for the moms and me. We stood around naked, chatting and sipping, eating and laughing.

At one point, I told the little girls, “You know, you can do that, getting right on the edge, I mean, not only when you’re by yourself but with a partner too. If you’re licking her or fingering her, you can try to keep her right there, just short of a climax. It’s not easy to do and it takes a lot of practice, but I really hope you guys will be practicing all this stuff a lot with each other.”

They assured me they would.

The pizzas soon came out, and they were wonderful. I’d never had homemade pizza before. It was amazingly good, way better than store-bought or even delivery. Donna had made different varieties, including one she called supreme, with everything on it, and another that was vegetarian, so we all had our choice. And let me tell you, those pies didn’t last long. We gobbled them up. All that stimulation without an orgasm made us ravenous!

Cleanup was easy this time, since we’d used paper plates. Donna just put our glasses in the dishwasher along with the plate and bowl for the veggies and dip, and then she said, “Later we can have ice cream for dessert, Ben and Jerry’s, but right now — god, I really have to come! Please, Britt, please, can I?”

Everyone giggled at the woman’s impatient lust, though I’m pretty sure we all felt the same way. But I said to her, “Well, no, not quite yet. If you want to do this exercise right, we still have a couple of more stages to complete. By the end, though, I promise the payoff will be worth it.”

Danielle spoke up. “We’ll do whatever you say, Britt. You’re the teacher. You just tell us what to do and we’ll do it.”

“That’s right,” agreed Kay, and there were plenty of nods all around. This seemed to be the consensus, that the group would do as I instructed. Donna was frowning but didn’t argue any further.

I led them back into the family room, where I placed Danielle and Cherise on the rattan sofa facing one another, legs spread wide. The rest of us sat down, Kay and Addison in one of the chairs, Donna and her two girls on the loveseat, me in the remaining chair. Then, as before, the pair on the sofa masturbated, watching each other.

This was the first time that Saturday I’d matched a mom with her daughter — though it wouldn’t be the last time, naturally — and it made for interesting viewing. I noticed that Danielle smiled a lot, often licking her lips as she watched her little girl play with herself. Meanwhile, Cherise’s gaze seemed to flit back and forth between her mother’s pussy and her breasts, eying those long brown nipples, only glancing up occasionally at Danielle’s face.

Seeing them together totally turned me on, so I rubbed my clit, bringing myself quickly to the edge. And when Cherise and Danielle both were near a peak, close to reaching climax, I challenged them to stay there for as long as they could, right at that point. God, it was so exciting, so erotic. Like Donna, I was desperately eager for an orgasm but I managed to stay in control, barely, and not come.

Finally, after maybe ten minutes of exquisite torture, I told the pair it was enough and congratulated them on a job well done. Then I stood, reaching out my hand. “Heather, let’s you and me do it next, okay?”

We switched around, Danielle and her daughter taking my place in the chair while Heather and I settled onto the sofa. Now I enjoyed the pleasure of watching a luscious, ripe, twelve-year-old child sliding her fingers through her juicy slit. I spread my legs far apart, opening my cunt for her, and spoke.

“Does this make you hot, looking at me? You like pussy, don’t you, Heather?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, her eyes growing wide.

“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you, a dirty girl who plays with herself all the time, a girl who loves sex, who loves pussy, and who fucks her little sister every night…”

“Yeah,” she agreed, rubbing herself faster, “I am a dirty girl. I love it, I love sex, I love pussy.”

“You’re just so bad, so dirty, fucking a ten-year-old girl, a fourth grader, your own sister…”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh!” Heather’s fingers were flying over her clit. She was panting, her cheeks flushed.

“Be careful, don’t come,” I cautioned. “You can’t come. Not yet, not till later.”

“Um, okay, all right.” She slowed down a bit, taking a deep breath.

“But you’re such a bad girl, eating your little sister, sticking your finger inside her pussy, making her come.”

“Yeah, I’m bad! So bad!”

“And it’s not only that. Not just your sister. You also want fuck your mom, don’t you? You want to lick your mother’s pussy, and —”

“Britt! Britt!!” Donna suddenly shouted.

I turned to look at the woman. She was furiously fucking herself, two fingers ramming in and out of her cunt.

“Stop!” I told her. “Stop right now. Take your hands away. It’s not time yet.”

“Oh fuck,” Donna groaned, “fuck, fuck fuck.”

But she complied, reluctantly, body gleaming with sweat and trembling all over as she laid her head back, hands resting on her thighs, large chest rising and falling.

“That’s good,” I said. “I know it’s hard, but that’s how we learn. It’s how the girls will learn and that’s what we’re here for.”

Beside Donna in the loveseat, Felicity stared, her mouth agape. She appeared to be stunned.

Was she just now getting it? Could this be the first time she’d realized how much desire her sister and her mother had for each other? And, by extension, how badly her mom wanted her too? That was possible, I supposed, although it seemed to me that by then, after all we’d done and all she’d seen, the girl should have understood.

“Are you okay?” I asked Felicity.

Quickly she nodded, grinning at me. “Yeah, it’s fun!”

I didn’t have to worry about her, evidently. She seemed fine, so I returned my attention to Heather.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” I said to her as I resumed rubbing myself. “You want to fuck your mom. You’re such a bad girl. You want to lick her pussy, stick your finger inside her, and you want her to lick you too. You want to come in your mother’s mouth, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do,” she whispered. “That’s what I want. I want to fuck my mom. I want to lick her pussy and have her lick mine…”

We went on that way for another several minutes, masturbating together and talking dirty, edging as we openly discussed all these forbidden incestuous longings. And we weren’t the only ones getting close. Donna was, obviously, but Felicity was playing with herself too now, as were Kay and Addison. Although Danielle and Cherise weren’t masturbating, they were kissing rather passionately, the child’s hands fondling her mother’s breasts. The room crackled with sexual energy.

When Heather and I completed the exercise, I told Kay that she and Addison were next up. They took our places on the sofa. Heather went back to her mom and her sister, and I sat in the vacant chair.

I wondered if Kay might choose to follow my lead, saying naughty things to Addison as they rubbed themselves, but that didn’t happen. She simply smiled at her daughter while Addison mostly looked down at her own hairless pink pussy, at her fingers tickling her clit.

They both reached the edge very quickly, though of course they’d been masturbating before, watching me and Heather. I let them go on for about ten minutes as I played with myself too, staying warm and juicy. In the loveseat, Donna cuddled with her daughters, while Danielle and Cherise continued kissing and fondling, plainly enjoying themselves.

There was a brief moment of alarm near the end, when Addison started huffing and puffing as Kay urged, “Yes, yes, yes!” But then the woman caught herself, saying, “No, honey, no — slow down, not yet.”

“Okay,” Addison giggled. “Sorry.”

Soon after that we turned to our last couple for this round, Donna and Felicity. They made a striking pair, two lovely blondes with blue eyes, though Donna was somewhat plump, one might even say chubby, while ten-year-old Felicity was quite slim and nearly flat-chested. Still, it was easy to see the resemblance between them, the child a younger version of her pretty mom.

And unlike Kay, Donna immediately started talking dirty, addressing Felicity. “You heard what your sister said, right, that she wants to fuck me? Did you like hearing her say that? Did it turn you on? It sure turns me on.”

“Well, yeah, I like it,” said the girl, softly.

“We can’t actually do that, of course,” Donna continued, “but we can talk about it. We can tell each other what we want. There’s nothing wrong with getting excited, with fantasizing, no matter what it is that turns you on, okay?”

“Um, okay.”

“So if you feel the same way she does, you can tell me about it, it’s fine. And if you don’t, that’s fine too.”

“Uh-huh,” Felicity nodded.

“But, god, I love your little pussy,” said her mother. “It makes me so hot looking at you. I wish I could suck on it. I want to stick my tongue inside you, baby girl, make you come in Mommy’s mouth. Would you like that?”

Felicity swallowed, then said, “Um, y-yeah, I would.”

“And I wanna sit on your face, your pretty face, rub my fucking cunt all over you, and —”

“Mom! God, Mom!” Heather cried. Sitting next to Kay and Addison in the loveseat, she was rubbing her clit very fast. Her face was flushed, shiny with sweat.

“Heather, stop!” I ordered. “Take your hand away. You can’t come yet, not yet.”

“Okay, okay,” said the girl. Shivering with lust, breathing heavily, she leaned back, looking toward the ceiling, hands massaging her thighs. This was a pose, I noticed, very like Donna’s from earlier in the day when she’d come so close to the edge, on the verge of a premature orgasm.

Then I glanced across, at the other chair, where I found that Danielle was cradling her daughter, Cherise, holding her like an oversized baby, while the child busily sucked her mother’s nipple, eyes closed in perfect satisfaction.

“Is this all right?” Danielle asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Yes, it’s fine,” I smiled. “Just make sure you don’t come.”

“Okay, I won’t,” she nodded. “We won’t.”

“Ooh, yeah, that’s a good idea. Let’s do that too,” said Kay, as she pulled her daughter Addison onto her lap and offered her nipple to the little girl, who happily latched on. 

“Tell me what you want,” I heard Donna say to Felicity. “Tell me your fantasies. I want to know what turns you on.”

The young blonde grinned. “Well, um, okay. So… I think I want to see you and Heather together, you know, doing it, having sex. I want to watch you, and then, um, and then I want you to do it with me.”

“Do what?” Donna asked. “Tell me, honey, tell me everything.”

“Well, you know, like, I want you to lick me. I want you to lick my pussy, Mom, and… and put your tongue inside me and make me come. I wanna come in your mouth.”

“Nice, so nice,” said Donna. “Go on, tell me more.”

“And then I want to… I mean, I want you to do like Heather does with me. Get on top of me and fuck me, fuck me with your pussy.”

“Mmmm,” Donna groaned, two fingers slamming in and out of her cunt. Turning to me, she demanded, “Britt, how much longer do I have to wait? This is driving me crazy!”

“I know,” I replied. “It’s driving me crazy too. And I promise it won’t be that much longer. But, um, maybe we should stop for now. I think we could all use a break. And didn’t you say something earlier about Ben & Jerry’s for dessert?”

“Uh-huh, I did,” the woman nodded, smiling.

It was past 8:00 by that time, finally getting dark outside. Licking her fingers,  tasting her own pussy, Donna got up from the sofa and pulled the curtains. Then we went to the kitchen where she served up big helpings of delicious gourmet ice cream for everyone.

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