Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

“Hi, mom!” the teenager called, as she led me back through the large house toward the kitchen. Something was cooking, and it smelled mouthwatering.

Tina’s mother, Valerie, was stunning. Although she was older than I was, in her early forties, I guessed, she had a terrific figure. Either she worked out a lot or she’d been blessed with great genes.

And speaking of great jeans, she was wearing an extremely tight-fitting pair that hugged her long, shapely legs. She had an apron around her waist, and wore a deeply cut v-neck sweater that revealed ample cleavage. She was barefoot, her skin nicely tanned, toenails painted bright red. In my high heels, I was looking down at her slightly, but I judged that with my shoes off, she would be taller than me.

Like her daughter, Valerie was a brunette, but her eyes were hazel, not blue. Her shoulder-length hair was curly, perhaps from a permanent. Her face was perfectly made up, emphasizing her high cheek bones, wide mouth, and full lips. No wonder Tina was so lovely, I thought. Just look at her mom!

As Tina introduced me to her, Valerie showed a dazzling smile and then shook my hand warmly. “How nice meeting you,” she enthused.

“Ms. Driscoll was helping me this afternoon with a special research project at the university library,” Tina informed her mother, “and then she offered to give me a ride home.”

“Wasn’t that sweet of her,” said Valerie, squeezing my arm in thanks. She untied her apron and tossed it on the big island table in the center of the modern kitchen.

“Won’t you come in and sit down?” she insisted, as she guided me back to the living room and put me in a chair. “Can I get you something to drink? A glass of wine, perhaps? I’ve got the most delicious sparkling Rosé.”

“No, thank you, that’s very kind of you to offer, but I really must be going.” I looked at my watch.

“Where’s Becky?” Tina asked.

“She’s up in her room, doing her homework,” answered her mother.

“I’ll go get her.”

I watched Tina trot up the stairs, her short pleated skirt flipping up, sexy legs enticing me.

“Can you stay for dinner?” asked Valerie, as she sat in another chair, close to me, crossing her legs. “There’s plenty of food, and if you’ll pardon my bragging, I’m an excellent cook.”

“I’m sure you are,” I smiled. “It certainly smells delicious. But really, I have to get home to my own daughter and fix dinner for her.”

“Oh, you have a child? But you’re still so young. She must be just a baby.”

“No, she’s, she’s 8. I had her when I was very young.”

“Okay. But listen, even if it’s not tonight, we’d love to have you and your little girl come and see us soon. What’s her name?”

“Kerie.”

“Kerie. Oh, that’s sweet. Is she as pretty as you?”

“Well, I think so,” I said. “I think she’s beautiful, but of course I’m prejudiced.”

“No doubt she’s a darling. Anyway, we really must have you and Kerie as our guests for dinner one night. I could tell by the way Tina was looking at you that she just adores you. I’m sure you’re a wonderful teacher.”

“Actually, I’m not a teacher. I’m the registrar, sort of a secretary, but I sometimes help certain students with advanced projects.” The lie was making me uncomfortable, but Valerie didn’t seem to notice.

“How nice.”

Tina came down the stairs, with a blonde angel following behind.

The little girl was wearing a blue and white gingham dress with puffed sleeves and a white ribbon around the middle that tied in a bow at the back. The dress was very short on her. It looked about two sizes too small. She wore opaque white tights with no shoes. Her legs were quite long for her body, and perfectly shaped. I could see breast buds pushing through the thin material of the dress.

“Becky, this is Ms. Driscoll,” said Tina. “She’s my favorite, um, at the school.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” said Becky, politely, as she stood in front of me.

The child’s skin was fair, her cheeks were rosy, her lips full and pink, like her sister’s, and she had big blue eyes with long eyelashes. She looked like a doll in a catalog.

Tina was studying my face, looking for my reaction. I gave her a sly wink, then said, “It’s nice meeting you too, Becky. What a beautiful girl you are.”

“Thank you.”

“What grade are you in?”

“Fifth.”

“And do you like school?”

“It’s all right.”

“Do you get good grades?”

“She does, all A’s, every time,” said her mother, proudly.

“Mom…” Becky frowned at her.

I wanted to keep talking to the adorable child — actually, what I wanted was to do more that just talk to her — but it was time for me to go.

“Well,” I said, standing up. “I have to run now, but I would like to see you again soon, Becky, and Valerie. And Tina, I’ll see you tomorrow at school, of course.”

I realized then that she and I had not yet made a date to continue our intimate conversation and to see what else it might lead to, so I added, “Tina, why don’t you come by my office tomorrow around noon, and we can talk some more about that research project, okay?”

“Okay, Ms. Driscoll. Thank you. And thanks for the ride home.”

“You’re welcome.”

Valerie took my hand, clasping it warmly in both of hers. “It’s so nice of you to help my daughter with her schoolwork. I hope you know how much we appreciate it.”

Now I really was feeling guilty about the lie. If she only knew!

“And I’m serious about having you and your daughter over for dinner one night,” she continued. “I won’t let you say no. You can arrange it with Tina. Any day is fine with us.”

“Okay, I will,” I promised, and meant it. I would do almost anything to get another long look at Becky.

They walked me to the door and waved goodbye from the veranda as I went down the front steps and got in my car.

 

Driving home, I pondered how complimentary Valerie had been about my looks, telling me how pretty she thought I was. That felt nice.

But then it struck me that I was dressed like a streetwalker — in a short skirt, high heels, black nylons, and all that cleavage. I hadn’t even remembered to close the extra buttons on my blouse! On the other hand, Valerie had been dressed somewhat provocatively herself, and she certainly didn’t seem to mind letting her daughters show off their beautiful legs, so perhaps she was just perfectly comfortable with women, and girls, putting their sexuality on display. It made me wonder.

I also thought about the way Valerie seemed so desperately to want company, repeatedly asking me to stay for dinner, insisting that I come back soon and bring Kerie with me. It occurred to me that she might be lonely. That was how it seemed, anyway. I hadn’t thought to ask Tina about her father, so I didn’t know whether Valerie was married, or if perhaps she was divorced, or even widowed.

Does she work outside the home, or does she just stay in and cook and do housework all day? Oh well, I figured, I suppose I’ll get all those answers at some point.

I pulled into our driveway, locked the car, and walked to the front door, eager to find out what kinds of sexual games my little girl wanted to play with me that night.

Hearing me come in and close the door, Kerie called out. Her voice came from the kitchen. “Mommy, I made dinner!”

“You did?”

This was something she had never done before. We had prepared meals together many times, but she had never tried to do that on her own. I was curious, and a little afraid, to see what she had done to the kitchen and to our dinner.

My fears were unfounded. She’d done a terrific job of it, even though opening a can of soup and putting prepared salad mix in a bowl were not especially difficult tasks. But she’d set the table, put out some bread and butter for us, and now everything was almost ready.

“Will you dish the soup up, Mommy? It’s hot and I don’t wanna make a mistake.”

“Of course, my darling.” First, however, I gave her a big hug and kissed the top of her head. “This is wonderful! You must have been working here for hours!”

“Not really.”

“Did you get your homework done too?”

“Yep, it’s all done.”

“Okay, well, then let’s enjoy this delicious meal. What kind of soup is it?”

“Minestrone!”

“Ooh, yummy, my favorite.” I got the ladle, carefully filled two bowls with the hot soup, and set them on the table. She went around and pulled out my chair for me, just like a little lady.

“Sit down, Mommy. Enjoy.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” I grabbed her face and kissed her cheek. “What made you decide to do all this?”

“Just ‘cuz I love you.”

Kerie took her seat, and we ate our dinner, talking about school and work.

Then she said, “Did you know Melissa’s mom is going on a date with Aunt Jae tonight?”

“Um, yes, I did. That’s nice, isn’t it.”

“Do you think they’re in love?”

I laughed. “No, I don’t think so, sweetie. This is only their first date. If anything happens between them, it will probably take at least a little while longer.”

“Oh.”

Kerie already knew that women could love women, and men could love men, along with the more standard heterosexual arrangement. Since her aunt was gay, I had explained all this to her when she was very young and she had grown up completely accepting of various sexual orientations.

“Are we in love?”

I almost laughed again but managed to contain myself. I reached across the table and took her little hand.

“Honey, I love you very much. And you and I do things together, now, that grownups do when they’re in love — although sometimes grownups do those things when they’re not in love too, just because they like how it feels. Anyway, what you and I have definitely is love, but it’s more like family love, a very special close kind of family love. It’s probably not, though, what you would call being in love.”

“Okay,” Kerie nodded, apparently satisfied. However, after another moment’s thought, she added, “But I really love you, Mommy. And if I want to say I’m in love with you, is that all right?”

“What a precious little thing you are,” I said, still holding her hand in mine. “Yes, of course it is. If you want to say that, it’s perfectly fine. Although you probably should say it only to me, or maybe to Aunt Jae, but not to anyone else, okay?”

“All right. Kind of like we have to not say anything about those other things we do? The special games we play?”

“That’s right, sweetie, just like that.” I resumed eating my minestrone soup, which was almost gone.

“Does Aunt Jae know about our games?” Kerie asked.

“Um, yes, she does.”

“Good. Can I play them with her sometime?”

I almost choked on my soup. “Did — did Aunt Jae tell you to ask me that?”

“No. I just thought of it. It’d be really fun doing it with her.”

I shook my head in wonderment. What else could happen next?

“Well, we’ll see, honey. Maybe you can play those games with her sometime. But let’s not decide right now.”

“Okay,” she said, taking a last bite of her salad and putting down her fork.

“Are you done eating?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay, let me just clean up these dishes, then I’ll take my bath, and then we can get in bed and do whatever you want. How’s that sound?”

“Great!”

I masturbated longer than usual that night in the bathtub, loving the feel of my smooth pussy under my hand, making myself come a couple of times, riding the wave.

I was so excited about everything that was happening, about the possibility (probability?) of making love with the alluring Tina, about the invitation from Valerie to have dinner with her and her family — including hot little Becky — and now about the expressed desire of my daughter to have sex with my sister.

When Jae first brought up the idea, in her email, it made me somewhat uncomfortable. I suppose part of that was jealousy, not wanting to share the special closeness I had with Kerie with anyone else. But I did love Jae very much, as did Kerie, and so it seemed only natural that they should be able to have the same kind of loving encounters with each other that Kerie and I had together.

Besides, I thought, now that I’m looking forward to bedding another girl, it wouldn’t really be fair of me to put artificial limits on my daughter’s sexual opportunities.

So, with that decision made, I masturbated a final time, then went into the bedroom to play with my little girl.

We made love many different ways that night. First, with me on top of her, rubbing my cunt against her chest until I climaxed. Then, with her on top of me, attempting to do it the same way. That didn’t really work, though, so Kerie lifted up my leg instead, and fucked me with her pussy until I came and then she came. After a little rest, she asked if she could do me again with her fingers. I readily agreed, and she gave me another wonderful orgasm that way. Finally, she asked me to get on top of her and fuck her pussy to pussy (though she didn’t use those words), which I did until I came one more time.

Although Kerie had become orgasmic at the tender age of 8, it wasn’t as easy for her to reach climax as it was for me. She didn’t seem to mind that at all, though. She delighted in giving me pleasure, and the few times she was able to come was a bonus for her.

It was almost 9:00 by the time we were done, and she needed to get to sleep since the next day was a school day. I was worn out, too, after seven (!) orgasms in one night.

We hugged and kissed and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

 

I was awakened an hour later by the sound of my cell phone ringing. I picked it up from the table by the bed and looked at it. The call was from Jae.

I got out of bed and answered it as I walked out into the hall, naked, closing the bedroom door behind me. Luckily, Kerie had not awakened.

“Hi, Jae…” I said, sleepily.

“Did I wake you up?”

“Yeah, but that’s okay. I want to hear how everything went with Rose.” In truth, I had forgotten that I’d asked Jae to call, but now I was glad she had. I really did want her to tell me what had happened.

“It went great. I took her to dinner at a really nice French restaurant. You know that place, Chez Maurice?”

“I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never been there.”

“It’s really good, but it’s really expensive. That’s okay, though, because Rose is worth it.”

“So, you guys had a good time?”

“Well, let me just say I’m almost positive that the next time we’ll end up in bed.”

I smiled. “I’m glad for you. She really is pretty. Do you have a next date yet?”

“No. I tried to set it up, but she said she had to check on her schedules with her kids or something, because they’ve always got all these activities going on and she has to run them around and stuff.”

“Right. Well, I know how that goes. It’s a busy job being a mom.”

“Yeah. But anyway, we did have a really nice time. She’s smart and funny. Oh, and by the way, I was right. She does have sex exclusively with women now. Not a lot, she said, only two or three times in the past few years. I guess she’s pretty picky.”

“I bet you’ll pass her test, though.”

“I’m going to try awful damn hard.”

We both laughed, then I yawned. “Okay, I’m happy for you, honey. I really am. But I’d better get back to bed. Gotta get up early in the morning, you know.”

“I know, but listen, anything new with Kerie? Any surprises tonight?”

“No, nothing too far beyond what you’ve already heard about,” I told her. “I did have seven orgasms tonight, though.”

“Seven! No wonder you’re so tired.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled, “but it’s a really good tired.”

“I’ll bet it is. Okay, go to bed, kid. I love you.”

“I love you too. G’night.”

Continue on to Chapter 7

By Naughty Mommy

At precisely 3:15 on Thursday, Tina came into the school office. I was ready for her. I’d told Mrs. Simmons I was taking the girl to the university library to help her with a special research project. She’d frowned, as expected, obviously thinking a registrar’s job description did not include assisting students with research — especially not pretty girls with short skirts.

And Tina was in a short skirt that day. Very short, probably well above the regulation length. I certainly didn’t mind, though.

As we got in my car, I looked down at her legs. She was wearing long black socks that came up over her knees, and shiny silver low-heeled shoes. Her little black skater skirt left her thighs bare. On top, she was wearing a gold sweater, the sleeves pushed up to her elbows.

Tina saw that I was looking at her legs, and smiled at me.

I blushed, embarrassed to be caught ogling one of our students that way, but I smiled back.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“Um, well, I told that awful Mrs. Simmons I was taking you to the university library for a research project you were doing.”

Tina giggled as we pulled out of the parking lot.

“But I thought maybe we would go to the park instead. It’s a nice day and we can just walk for a bit, maybe around the lake, and talk. Okay?”

“That sounds nice,” she said.

“Oh, I should have asked you before. How much time do we have? Do you need to be anywhere soon?”

“Uh-uh, nowhere at all. We have all the time you want.”

I glanced over at her. She smiled prettily at me, and then looked at my body.

In preparation for our after-school meeting that day, I had dressed carefully in the morning. I wondered if maybe Tina had done the same, but then reminded myself that she always looked very attractive, like a model in a store window.

I was wearing a sleeveless white silk blouse over a lacy white bra from Victoria’s Secret that pushed up my breasts and gave me plenty of cleavage. As we’d walked out to the car, I had casually opened two extra buttons on the blouse, leaving it deeply slashed. I wore a pleated red skirt that fell a few inches above my knees, and sheer black nylons along with red heels, quite a bit higher than I usually wore to work.

Mrs. Simmons had, of course, given me a scathing look of disapproval as I came into the office that morning, but I didn’t care. And I noticed that when I walked through the halls that day, several of the boys were looking at me with much more interest than they usually would, and even some of the girls too. It made me think maybe I should dress provocatively like that a little more often.

I turned the corner that led into the city park and said, “I have to be home around 5:00 or so, to fix dinner for my daughter, but that gives us time for a nice long talk.”

“How old is your daughter?” Tina asked.

“She’s 8.”

“Oh. Is she the one you were talking about on the phone yesterday?”

I gulped as I pulled into a parking space. How loud had I been on the phone with Jae? How much had Tina really heard?

“Uh, well,” my cheeks were burning. “Let’s walk for a bit and we can talk about… whatever you want.”

She smiled at me. “Okay.”

We started up the path toward the lake. I was silent, but my mind was racing.

Had Tina heard enough to realize I was having sex with my 8-year-old daughter? And if she had, was she truly not shocked or disgusted by the idea, but excited by it, as she’d said? Could that really be possible?

“Are you a lesbian, Ms. Driscoll?”

“Well, um,” I cleared my throat. “Why don’t you call me Shelly — not at school, I mean, but when we’re, you know, alone together.”

“Okay. And you can call me Tina,” she giggled.

I smiled at her. I liked this girl’s sense of humor.

“So, anyway, to answer your question, I’ve never been married. When I was in high school, I dated a few boys, and I slept with one of them, and that’s when I got pregnant. I gave birth to my daughter, Kerie, the summer after I graduated.”

We continued walking. Tina was quiet, just listening.

“I’ve had sex with only two men since then, and only a couple of times. To be honest, I didn’t care for it very much. I did have one night with a woman, a while back, but that’s been my only real lesbian experience so far. Well, unless you count…”

“Your daughter?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said, in a hushed voice, “my daughter.”

We came to a secluded bench looking out over the lake. I suggested we stop there for a while.

We sat for a few minutes without speaking. I wondered what Tina was thinking about. She crossed her legs and I stared openly at her smooth thighs.

Finally, she turned to me and said, “Thank you, Ms. Driscoll — I mean, Shelly, for, I guess, for trusting me so much. That makes me feel really good. Like you respect me.”

“I do respect you, Tina. You’re a very bright girl, and you seem to be sort of, mature, about certain matters.”

She smiled. “Well, I, I try to be open-minded. About just about everything.” She swung her lower leg invitingly in front of me.

“So, apparently you heard enough, yesterday, to… to understand that I was talking about, um, about doing certain things with my daughter?”

“Uh-huh. Who were you talking to?”

That’s none of your business, I thought at first, but then I reasoned, in for a penny, in for a pound, and answered, “I was talking to my older sister, Jae. She’s a lesbian.”

“Oh. But you still never told me — are you a lesbian too?”

“Hm, well, I suppose I am. I never really thought of myself that way. But now it seems that the real me is coming out, so to speak.” I turned to her. “How about you? Are you a lesbian?”

“I don’t know,” she frowned. “I don’t really like boys, and I think girls are really pretty and soft. But I’ve never, you know, I’ve never exactly done anything with anyone yet, so I guess I’m not sure.”

“Do you masturbate?” I asked.

Tina’s eyes went wide. She blushed, but nodded, “Yeah, I, I do, I have.” The girl swallowed hard. She seemed embarrassed by the admission.

I patted her knee. “It’s perfectly normal. Most women do, and most high school girls too, probably.”

“I guess.”

“But when you masturbate,” I continued, “what do you fantasize about?”

She dropped her eyes for a moment, nervously twisting her feet. Then she said, in a quiet voice, “Well, usually about girls, you know, about kissing them and stuff.”

“Okay.”

Tina looked up again, placing a hand on my bare arm. “But you know what? Last night when I, when I played with myself, I was thinking about you.”

“Wow, that’s, I find that very flattering, Tina. I mean it. For a beautiful young girl like you to be, well, perhaps to be attracted to someone like me is, I don’t know, but it makes me feel good.” I smiled at her.

“I think you’re very attractive, Ms., um, Shelly. And not just because you’re so pretty, but also because you’re so smart and confident. And even more, because you seem to be, like, totally uninhibited about, you know, exploring your sexual desires. That makes me really attracted to you.”

I was getting very excited. I looked quickly around. There was no one nearby who might see us. I licked my lips. “Would you mind if I kissed you?”

She ducked her head, coyly, and said, “I’d like that.”

I shifted closer to her on the bench, until our knees were touching. I put my arm around her shoulder, my hand on the back of her neck. I could smell her flowery perfume. I looked into her big blue eyes, and down at her soft lips.

I drew her to me and we kissed.

The feel of her lips on mine was wonderfully warm, tender, fresh and yielding. I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close, kissing her a second time.

She placed her hand on my arm. Then I heard her sigh as she inclined her head slightly and parted her lips for me.

I was gentle with the girl, kissing her softly, but fluttering my tongue inside her mouth, teasing. Finally I pulled away, gazing at her.

Tina was looking at my mouth. “Wow,” she said, “that was just… just like I always imagined it would be.”

“Have you ever kissed a woman before? Or a girl?”

“No, I mean, not except my mom, or my aunt. And not like that!” she laughed.

We gazed into one another’s eyes for a moment, our hands gently caressing shoulders and necks. I badly wanted to kiss her again — and do a lot more as well.

“When you…” she hesitated, then went on, “when you are, um, with your daughter, do you kiss her like that?”

“Well, uh, yes, something like that. We… we like kissing. Along with other things.”

“What kinds of things?” Tina cocked her head a little, smiling, trying to draw me out, wanting to hear all the nasty details about my illicit affair with my 8-year-old daughter.

And I wanted to tell her, too. I wanted to fill this girl’s head with all sorts of forbidden images, give her plenty of material for her nighttime masturbatory fantasies.

“Do you really want to know?” I asked, teasing.

“Yes!” She leaned in and kissed me quickly on the mouth. “I do, tell me.”

“Okay.” I settled back on the bench, ready to tell her everything.

Before I could start, Tina lifted one of her legs over my knee. She leaned back, looking at me with hooded eyes.

For a supposedly innocent girl, I thought, she is quite the seductress.

I put my hand on her bare thigh, gently caressing her smooth skin. I looked at her and thought, here I am, a 26-year-old woman, kissing and fondling a 15-year-old girl in the city park. And soon I will go home and have sex with my daughter. How my life has changed!

Then I began to tell her the story.

“Well, it started just recently, only a few weeks ago. Before then, we had, I guess, pretty much your typical mother-daughter relationship. No, that’s not right, not exactly typical, because she sleeps in the same bed with me. She always has. Ever since she was little, we’ve slept naked together.”

“Wow,” breathed Tina.

“And we, we not only slept together, but we would play little games in bed, like she would get on top of me, and kind of slide her little body around on mine.”

“I wish we were someplace private, so I could touch myself.” The young brunette was squirming on the bench, arching her back, hands gripping her upper thighs. It was clear that the small amount I had told her was already making her very aroused.

I looked at my watch. It was nearly 4:15. We didn’t have that much longer.

“Tina, I… we only have about another half hour. Less, actually, since I have to drop you off before I go home. We can talk a little more now, although maybe we should get up and walk, so it won’t look quite so scandalous if someone should come along.”

I glanced around nervously. Tina giggled.

“But I really do want to tell you more,” I said. “I want to tell you everything, anything at all that you want to know.”

Her eyes widened.

“And, as you just said, I’d also like to find someplace, well, private, so I can kiss you again, and…”

“And what?”

“And whatever else you might like.” I squeezed her thigh, then slowly slid my fingers up higher, under her skater skirt.

I could feel her trembling beneath me, but she tried to maintain her composure and keep up a flirtatious attitude. “Ooh, that sounds dangerous,” Tina smiled, licking her lips lasciviously.

“You are adorable,” I told her. “But come on, let’s walk some more.”

We got up and strolled side by side around the lake.

“When I asked you earlier what you fantasize about when you masturbate,” I said, “I was trying to see if you sometimes had fantasies about sex with boys or men, or if it was only with women, or, I don’t know, maybe both at the same time.”

“No, I, it’s only about girls. Or women. It always has been. I’ve seen a lot of — um, I mean, I have a computer in my room, and I go online and find videos of girls, you know, kissing and making love and stuff. That gets me really hot. Then I get in bed and play with myself.”

“But you said you’re still not sure if you’re a lesbian.”

She laughed. “Well, I guess you could say all the evidence points in that direction. But I don’t feel at all like, I mean, like the kind of lesbian who has to cut her hair short and wear boy clothes and things like that.”

“I suppose there are different kinds of lesbians,” I told her.

“Yeah. I mean, look at you. You’re hot. You look like a sexy woman, not, like, butch at all.”

I took her by the hand, knitting our fingers. “I’m so glad you think I’m sexy. It’s not easy for me to stay in shape, and I always think I don’t look as good as I should. My sister, though, she looks amazing. I wish I had her body.”

Tina squeezed my hand. “Shelly, I think you’re really pretty. And I love your body. Well, as much as I’ve seen of it so far.” She leaned over and playfully plucked at the front of my blouse, pulling it out so she could look inside at my breasts.

I pushed her away, laughing. “Stop that! Do you want us to get arrested or something?”

She giggled and took my arm.

We were almost back to the car.

“So, um, today is Thursday,” I said. “If you want, we can spend a little more time together after school tomorrow.”

“I’d like that.”

“But, you know, as I think about it, that’s not a very good idea. I shouldn’t take off early two days in a row, especially not with the same student. That might look suspicious.”

“Yes, we must keep up pretenses,” she said with mocking seriousness.

I patted her arm with my hand. “Silly.”

We reached the car and I opened the passenger door for her. As she lowered herself into the seat, she deliberately stretched her long legs apart, giving me a flash of black panties. I gave her a wink then closed the door.

After I got in, I said, “Do you want me to drop you back at the school? Or can I take you home?”

“Which way do you live?” she asked.

“Um, in the Cherrywood section, off Parker Boulevard.”

“Oh, well, then I’m kind of on the way. Our house is at Broad Street and 12th. Do you know where that is?”

“Sure,” I said, as I pulled out of the parking lot.

We drove a while, and then I asked, “Do you have any siblings?”

“Yeah, I have a little sister, Becky. She’s 10, almost 11, blonde and really cute. You’d like her.” She reached over and squeezed my thigh, grinning.

“Tina! What do you think I am, a pedophile?”

“Well, you like me, don’t you? And I’m underage.”

“Yes, but…”

“No, it’s okay, I’m only teasing, Shelly. Don’t get upset.”

Of course, I could hardly deny that I was attracted to very young girls, at least if my relationship with my daughter was any indication. Then there were also my feelings about Rose’s darling daughter, Emily, and even little Melissa. So, yes, I suppose the label would apply, ugly as it might be.

“Turn at the next corner,” said Tina. “Our house is the third one down, on the right.”

It was a three-story Victorian, in the Queen Anne style, beautifully restored. I was impressed.

“Wow, what a lovely home.”

“Thanks. Do you want to come in and meet my mom?”

I looked at my watch. I did have the time, but I wasn’t sure if I should.

Tina made up my mind for me.

“Come on,” she said, grabbing my hand and tugging persuasively, “she’ll like you.”

So, we got out of the car and I followed her up the steps and into the house.

Continue on to Chapter 6

By Naughty Mommy

At lunchtime the next day, I closed and locked the door of my small, windowless office, then sat at my desk and called Jae on the phone. (She works at home as a freelance software analyst.) I told her I just had to share with her what happened the night before.

“Ooh, this sounds good,” she said. “But, um, wait a minute, I want to go sit down on the sofa first and get more comfortable… okay, that’s better. Now go ahead and tell me all about it.”

“Well, the first thing is, when I got home, at around 5:00, I found her laying on the couch waiting for me. My little girl was completely naked with her legs spread wide open, and she insisted that before worrying about dinner I had to take off all my clothes, get on top of her, and make myself come.”

“And did you?”

“Of course I did! Wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, I would,” she answered. “I’d love to, if you’ll give me the chance.”

“Um, yeah, I know. Well, anyway, so I did that, and it was great. I came three times on her,” I giggled.

“Wow, you guys are like fucking animals in heat.”

“We are! So, then I made a quick dinner for us, and right after that we got in bed. Well, actually first I took a bath and shaved my pussy. But then I got in bed with her and I fucked her two more times.”

“Damn, you’re amazing — uh, hold on just a sec, I want to take my shorts and panties off,” said my sister. After a short pause, she asked, “Okay, so what happened next?”

“Well, now it gets really good.”

“Better than fucking your little girl five times in one night?”

I laughed, “Oh, Jae, you won’t believe this. After I made myself come a second time on her in bed, I was just laying there exhausted, on my back, and then Kerie scooted down and started looking at me. You know, at my pussy.”

“Uh-huh?”

“And then she asked me to tell her what all the parts were.”

“She did?”

“Yeah…”

I was starting to get aroused as I recalled all the events of the night before. I pulled my long, loose skirt up around my thighs and reached under it to start stroking myself through my panties. My legs were bare.

“Go on.”

“So, I sat up and I showed her where everything was. I pointed out my labia and my clit and my vagina.”

“Nice.”

“And then she asked if she had all the same parts as I do. I told her she did, and she asked me to show them to her. So I got down on my knees in front of her and pointed out her labia.”

“Wow.”

“But then, Jae, I told her to open up her labia for me so I could show her what was inside? And she said she wanted me to do it!”

“Holy shit, really?”

“Uh-huh.”

I tugged my panties aside, giving my fingers direct access to my wet cunt, as I said, “So, I laid down on the bed and opened my daughter’s pussy lips, and I showed her where her vagina was and where her clit was.”

“Goddamn, this is hot.”

“Are you touching yourself?” I asked.

“I sure am. Are you?”

“Uh-huh. Is your pussy wet?”

“Very wet.”

We were both quiet for a moment, masturbating as we pictured my cute little girl having her pussy held open by her mommy.

Then I continued, “I told Kerie that after she grows up some more, when she starts getting sexually excited her vagina will get wet.”

“Ooh…”

“She asked me if my vagina was wet, and I said it was, and then she wanted me to show her.”

“Mmm… Shelly, you’re getting me so excited!”

“So I sat back and spread my legs and opened my pussy lips and let her have a good close look at my juicy cunt.” I slid two fingers inside myself, groaning with pleasure. “Then she asked if she could touch it.”

“Ohh, mmm, I don’t want to come until —” said my sister. “What happened next?”

I cradled the phone on my shoulder so I could use my other hand to play with my clit, and told Jae, “I let her touch me. I let her feel how wet I was. And then she put her finger inside me. Inside my pussy!”

“Oh my god, she did?!”

“Uh-huh, and I showed her how to fuck me with her finger, and I held her other hand over my clit and I showed her how to rub me, and I told her to put two fingers inside me and fuck my pussy hard.” My hand was moving fast now, slapping wetly against my vulva. I was almost ready to come, inside my locked office. I’d never done that before!

Jae was panting and moaning into the phone.

“Are you getting close?” I asked her, in a husky voice.

“Very close. Are you?”

“Uh-huh. Can we come together?”

“Maybe… did Kerie make you come?”

“Yeah, she did. She was fucking my pussy and rubbing my clit, and I came all over my little girl’s hands!”

“Shelly, I — now!!!”

I fucked myself even harder, and then I climaxed. The phone dropped from my ear, falling into my lap. I tried not to groan too loudly, not wanting to attract the attention of anyone who might be outside the door.

Jae was coming too, and it took a minute for both of us to finish. After my spasms were over, I removed my fingers from my pussy and sucked them clean, then picked the phone up again.

“Are you there?” I asked.

“Uh-huh…” She was breathing heavily.

“Sorry. I dropped the phone.”

“It’s okay. That was nice. I like coming together.”

“Me too. But you know what? That’s not the whole story,” I told her.

“It’s not?”

“No, it’s not. Do you want me to tell you the rest?”

“Yes, of course I do, silly. What happened next?”

“Well, almost immediately after I came, when she had her fingers inside me and she was rubbing my clit —”

“Mmm, I want to make myself come again,” purred my sister.

“Okay, I think I do too,” I nodded, as I resumed massaging my juicy vulva.

“Go on.”

“So, I’d been sitting up that whole time, watching her, but then I kind of fell back on the bed, and Kerie moved with me so she was laying on top of me, you know? And then right away she started humping me. But first, though, she used her little hands to push my thighs wide open so her pussy could slide up and down on mine.”

“So fucking hot…”

“And it was insane! It was like she was possessed or something. She grabbed me and started fucking me so hard. She had her eyes closed and she was going at me like never before, just thrusting her little cunt into me again and again.”

“Shelly! Shelly!!”

“And then she came! My little girl had an orgasm!”

Jae was coming again. I wasn’t quite ready, so I just listened to her climax.

It was exciting to hear my sister gasping and groaning, to picture her writhing on her sofa, hands on her pussy, having an orgasm as I told her about having sex with my daughter.

“Oh my god, oh my fucking god,” I finally heard her sigh. “That one was really good, so nice…”

“Are you okay?”

“Well, I might not be able to stand up for a couple of hours, but other than that, yeah, I’m fine,” she giggled.

“Anyway, that’s — that’s the whole story. For now, at least.” I moved my panties back to their proper position, smoothing my skirt down over my thighs.

“Wow, it’s… just amazing. Thanks for calling and telling me all about it.”

“I knew you would want to know,” I smiled. “But listen, I’d better go now. I can’t keep my office door locked for too long, or people will start to wonder what’s going on.”

“If they only knew.”

“Yeah, if they only knew.”

I said goodbye and hung up the phone, then sat back in my chair, taking a deep breath and closing my eyes. If they only knew, I thought, I might be in big trouble. But, god, I couldn’t stop now. It all felt so perfect, so wonderful, being with Kerie that way, so close, so warm…

I started to feel a tingle between my legs again, and realized I’d better try to focus on my real work for a while. So I sat up straight, wiping the perspiration from my cheeks and forehead — but then smelled my fingers and decided I should go to the ladies room to clean up a bit first.

 

When I unlocked and opened the door, I found a student standing just outside. I knew who she was. Her name was Tina Knight, a sophomore, very smart, on the honor roll. She often helped around the office for extra credit.

No one else was in the outer office except this girl, but she was staring intently at me, pretty blue eyes wide with fascination.

Uh-oh, I thought, what’s this all about?

“Hi, Tina, what’s up?”

“Hi, Ms. Driscoll. Um, nothing.” She blinked, looking innocent and fetching. “I was just, you know, doing my work, and, well, I…”

A cute brunette, slightly below my height, Tina had long slender legs that she liked to show off in tight leggings or short skirts. Her personality was quiet and studious, but also mildly flirtatious.

Today she was in a blue jumper, the same color as her eyes, over a long-sleeved white sweater. She was wearing white tights with brown loafers, and the jumper came to mid-thigh. Her wavy brown hair was pulled back behind a head band. She wore pink lipstick and dark eyeliner that made her big eyes look even bigger.

Tina was adorable.

“Is there something important?” I asked. “Because I was just on my way to the ladies room.”

“No, it’s — no, of course, um, go right ahead.”

I frowned. Obviously, something was amiss. But I forced myself to smile pleasantly at the girl, then started walking out of the office. As I reached the door, I glanced back and found her eyes were following me.

I went to the toilet, thoroughly washed my hands, brushed my hair, touched up my makeup, then headed back. I hadn’t had any lunch, but wasn’t feeling all that hungry. I stopped at the snack machine, though, and picked up a bag of tortilla chips.

Tina was still standing by my door. Other than us, the rest of the office was empty. She smiled shyly at me as I came in.

“So,” I said, “did you want something?”

“Well, I… can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Sure, uh, come on in.”

We went into my little office. I leaned on the front of the desk, facing her. “What’s up?”

“Is it okay if I close the door?” she asked.

Uh-oh, I thought again, I hope this isn’t trouble. But I said, “Sure, go ahead.”

She shut the door and then stood before me, eyes cast down, hands behind her back.

“What is it, Tina? Are you okay?”

“Um, yeah,” she began, in a quiet voice. Then she looked up, her eyes shining. “It’s just, I thought you should know, that, well, earlier, I mean, you know, before you came out — I thought you should know that I could, um, hear you. I could hear the things you were saying.”

I felt my face turning red. I did my best to act as if everything was normal, just standard school business, except that Tina and I both knew it wasn’t.

“And I just wanted to tell you about that,” she said, “so you would, um, so you would know that maybe it would be a good idea if, I mean, for you to be more careful.”

The girl was blushing. She looked beautiful.

“Because, you know, there are some people who might not…” her voice trailed off and she looked down again.

I waited a moment, cleared my throat, and said, “So, you’re telling me that, that you could hear some of the things I was saying while I was on the phone?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Were you… standing very close to the door?”

“Not at first. But then I was.”

I smiled to myself as I pictured this cute teenager becoming curious when she overheard my descriptions of lesbian sex acts.

Maybe I wasn’t really in trouble after all. Maybe Tina hadn’t heard that much and was simply telling me was that she was interested, intrigued, and that she was open to… to what? I wondered just how much she might be open to.

“And you could hear, what? Everything?” I asked.

“Well, not everything.” She looked into my eyes again and stepped a bit closer to me.

“But, I mean, I really liked what I heard you saying.” Her words came out in a rush. “Those things, the things I could hear, they were, you know, really exciting and it made me want to know more.”

Tina blushed more deeply but took another step closer. She was standing right in front of me, her alluring face only inches from mine.

“I didn’t know you were, um, like that, Ms. Driscoll, and I just wanted to tell you that I… that I think you’re very pretty.”

It was my turn to blush.

“Well,” I began, standing up straighter. “Thank you for telling me about this, Tina. And thank you for the compliment, as well. For what it’s worth, I think you’re a very pretty young lady too.”

She smiled brightly at me. “Thank you.”

“I will, as you said, try to be much more careful in the future. I really appreciate your sharing that advice with me. And, uh, and also your discretion. What I mean is, I hope this will stay just between us.”

“Oh, it will!” She impulsively took my hands in both of hers. “I promise!”

We stood very close, looking into one another’s eyes. She held my hands warmly, beaming, apparently delighted that we could share such an intimate, naughty secret.

I thought for a moment she might try to kiss me, but she didn’t.

Finally, I stepped around the girl, took her gently by the arm, and started leading her out. I felt somewhat relieved, but still wasn’t sure how much she’d actually heard. As we reached the door, I paused and asked, “Would you… would you like to talk a little more about this some time?”

“Yes, I would,” she nodded, “very much.”

“All right. Well, maybe tomorrow, at lunch time — no, that’s not a good idea. Not here in the office.” I thought for a minute. “How about after school? Are you doing anything tomorrow, right after school?”

“No, nothing. Today either.”

I smiled at her. “Well, let’s wait until tomorrow. That will give me a little more time to, to sort of think about things.”

“Okay,” Tina grinned.

“So, why don’t you come back here tomorrow at, say, around 3:15 and then… I can leave early for the day, and we’ll go somewhere and talk. All right?”

“Three fifteen,” she nodded eagerly. “I’ll be here.”

“Okay, good,” I smiled.

As I reached for the doorknob, Tina grabbed my hand, stopping me. She blushed again and said, “Thank you so much, Ms. Driscoll,” and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. Then she opened the door and left, hurrying out to attend her next class.

I watched her go, enjoying the look of her slim legs under the short jumper.

Then I noticed our office receptionist, Mrs. Simmons, a middle-aged woman who disapproved of almost everything, watching me watch the pretty girl.

I smiled sweetly at Mrs. Simmons and went back to my desk. I got my compact out of my purse and used the little mirror to look for pink lipstick on my cheek. Sure enough, there was some. I wiped it carefully away.

 

That night, around 8:00, as I was taking my bath and shaving, I heard the phone ring. Kerie picked it up in the bedroom. I could hear through the door that it was my sister calling.

They talked for a few minutes, and then Kerie hung up after promising she would tell me to return the call.

I set the razor aside, all finished, my pussy smooth as a baby’s. As I rubbed myself with soapy fingers, loving the feel, I thought how fun it was going to be to talk with Jae again, to tell her the latest news and hear her reaction.

When I’d come home from work that afternoon, my daughter had greeted me at the door, wearing nothing at all, completely nude.

She’d led me to the bedroom, taken off my clothes, then climbed on top of me and fucked me, making me come. After that, she asked me to turn over and get on top of her. I lifted her leg up, fucked her that way, and this time we both came. We lay together for a little while after that, kissing and cuddling, before I got up and made us a quick dinner, just beans and weenies.

As soon as I came out of the bathroom, Kerie told me Aunt Jae had called and wanted me to call her back.

“Okay,” I said. “You wait here and I’ll call her from the other room, all right?”

“All right. But don’t be too long, Mommy. I want to try touching you again, with my fingers, like last night.”

I smiled at my daughter, amazed at her inexhaustible sexual energy. “I won’t be long, sweetie, I promise,” I said, blowing her a kiss.

Wearing a light silk robe, I went to the living room and called Jae on my cell phone.

“Hey, I’ve got news,” she said. “I have a date with Rose tomorrow night. I’m taking her out to dinner.”

“That sounds good. Do you think maybe you’ll be able to…?”

“Well, I don’t know. Maybe not on the first date. I’ll just have to see how things go. But I’m really excited about it.”

“I’m glad. Rose is very pretty.”

“Yeah, she’s hot. I love how she’s so little and everything. Kind of like a doll, or a very young girl.”

“You mean, you like young girls? You pervert,” I said in a low voice, so Kerie wouldn’t hear.

“You should talk!”

We both laughed.

“But listen, I’ve got some news, too,” I told her. “I can’t go into a lot of detail now, because Kerie’s waiting for me in the bedroom.”

“You’re insatiable.”

“I am,” I agreed, “and so is she.”

“So what’s your news?”

“Well, today at school, it turns out someone overheard me when I was talking to you on the phone, while you and I were, like, having phone sex.”

“Oh my god, really? Is it bad?” she asked.

“No, no, it’s not bad. At least, I don’t think so. It was a girl, a sophomore named Tina. She came into my office and we talked about what she’d heard. She seemed… she seemed curious about it, sort of bi-curious, I guess.”

“Wow, that’s hot. Is she cute?”

“Yes, she is,” I told her, “very cute.”

“Nice,” said Jae. “You lucky thing.”

“And, I, I set it up with Tina so that tomorrow, after school, she and I are going to go somewhere, and, well, just talk some more about it.”

“Just talk, huh?”

“Maybe. Probably. We’ll see.”

“Damn, Shelly. Do you want to fuck that girl too?”

“I don’t know,” I laughed. “Maybe.”

“You’re amazing. I always thought I was the sexually adventurous one in the family, but now look at you!”

“A late bloomer, I guess,” I smiled. “But I really have to go now. Good luck with Rose tomorrow. Call me after, and tell me how it went, okay?”

“Okay, honey, I will. Good night.”

“Night.” I gave her a kiss into the phone and hung up.

Back in the bedroom, I took my little girl in my arms, and we kissed for several minutes. I was teaching her how to kiss using tongues. She enjoyed that. Then she slid down between my legs and watched as I opened my pussy for her, showing her how wet I was. Kerie slid two fingers inside and started eagerly fucking me. It wasn’t long at all before I had another powerful orgasm. After that she got on top of me again, as she’d done the night before, and humped me until she climaxed.

I didn’t come that time, but when she finished, and after she had rested for a minute or two, I showed her a new way to do it.

I turned my daughter on her back and got on top of her. But instead of rubbing my pussy against hers, I laid my wet cunt on her narrow chest and fucked her that way. I held her arms up over her head and moved myself against her, my slippery juices smearing across her little nipples, and I came on her.

“Wow, Mommy, that was great!” exclaimed Kerie, as I panted on top of her.

She was staring at my pussy, only inches from her face. “Can I try it that way on you too?”

I rolled off of her. “Not tonight, baby. Tomorrow night, okay? It’s getting late now, and you have school tomorrow.”

I noticed then how wet I had made her. I used my hand to wipe up some of the juices and licked the rest of it from her chest.

As my tongue touched her nipples, Kerie said, “That tickles, Mommy.”

I smiled at my darling daughter, kissed her on the mouth, and we went to sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Naughty Mommy

The next day was Monday. I went to work and Kerie went to school. I came home that afternoon around 5:00, put my things away, changed out of my office clothes, and got busy making macaroni and cheese for us.

I had greeted Kerie earlier, finding her in her room playing with dolls. But now, while I was preparing the meal, she came up behind me and started hugging me.

Because it was a warm day, I’d changed into a pair of loose terry shorts and an oversized tank top with no bra. My daughter slid her little hand under my shorts and stroked my upper thigh, getting very close to my pussy. Her other hand was under my top, wrapped around my waist, holding me tight.

“Mommy, Mommy, I love you,” she said.

“I love you too, darling, very much,” I told her, trying to extricate myself. “But I can’t fix dinner if you’re molesting me like that. Let me finish, then we’ll eat, and then we can play, okay?”

“Okay, but can I just look at you?”

“Yes, of course, honey, if that’s what you want to do.”

She sat in a dining chair and watched me put some frozen green beans in a pan to thaw out and cook while the mac and cheese was baking.

“How was school today?” I asked her.

“It was fine.”

Then she said, “I like how your legs look, Mommy.”

“Oh, thank you, sweetheart.” I hardly considered my legs my best feature, but if Kerie liked them, that was good.

“I like touching you.”

“I’m glad, honey. I like touching you too.”

“I like it when you don’t wear a bra and stuff. I like seeing, you know, your nipples poke out.”

I looked down at my chest. My nipples, which became quite long when erect, were clearly showing through the thin fabric of the tank top.

“Um, thank you, dear. I — I’m glad you like my nipples.”

“I do. I like seeing ‘em when they’re big and hard, like they get when we’re play our game.”

Hearing my daughter talk that way was definitely making my nipples big and hard. Earlier, in fact, when she had hugged me from behind and caressed my thigh, they had instantly become erect.

“Okay, dinner will be ready pretty soon. Can you set the table for us?”

“Sure, Mommy.” She jumped up from her chair.

We enjoyed our meal, chatting pleasantly, but as soon as we finished eating, before I’d even cleared the table, Kerie came around and sat on my lap, facing me. She started pulling my top up, and I let her remove it. She looked at my nipples and smiled. They were getting big and hard again.

Kerie slid off my lap for a minute and tugged my shorts down, along with my panties, leaving me naked in the dining chair. Then she quickly pulled her dress over her head and stepped out of her panties. Now she was naked too. She got back on my lap, facing me again.

My precious little girl wrapped her arms around my neck and tried to start moving against me, rubbing her pussy against mine. But it was obvious that the angle wasn’t right and it wouldn’t work this way.

So, a moment later, we got up and went hand in hand to the living room. I got on my back on the couch, and my daughter mounted me. First she did it our original way, what I thought of as ‘missionary style’, soon bringing me to climax. Then she did it the new way, with my leg raised, and made me come two more times.

I was quickly getting exhausted, plus I still had to clear the table and do the dishes. So, I convinced her to let me take a break after the third orgasm, and went naked to the kitchen to finish my chores. Kerie followed me and kept hugging me every time I stood still for a moment, pressing her warm little body against mine. It got to be kind of a joke, making us both giggle. It didn’t take long, though, for me to get things cleaned up, and then we were off to the bedroom to play some more.

 

As soon as I came in the door the following night, I heard Kerie calling me from the living room. Concerned that she might be sick or something, I hurried in to check on her. What I found was my nymphomaniac daughter lying on the couch, stark naked. She had one thin leg lifted up, heel resting on the back of the couch. Her other foot was on the floor, leaving her crotch spread wide open.

“Take off your clothes, Mommy. I want you on top of me.”

“But — what about our dinner?”

“We’ll have dinner after. Please, Mommy, I been thinking about it all day long and just waiting. I don’t wanna wait anymore.”

I stood looking at her, gently shaking my head, wondering how I ever got so lucky.

Not saying another word, I unbuttoned my blouse, removed it, and laid it over a chair. I reached behind my back and undid my bra, shrugging it off and letting her see my breasts, with my nipples quickly becoming erect.

I kicked off my shoes, then unzipped my slacks and let them slide down my legs, picking them up and tossing them onto the chair. Finally I stepped toward her and began slowly pulling my panties down.

When I was naked, I stood in front of my daughter, very close to her, and used my fingers to open my pussy lips so she could see my sex.

“You get Mommy very excited, little girl. See how wet you make me?”

She nodded, licking her lips as she stared at my juicy cunt.

Then I mounted her, placing one hand on her raised leg and the other on her hip so I could hold her small body and pull her against me as I fucked her long and hard.

I came three times that way. When I was finally spent, I lay on top of her, breathing heavily, my skin flushed and hot and covered with sweat.

Kerie hugged me and kissed my neck. “I love you, Mommy,” she said.

We had leftovers for dinner, and then I took a bath and shaved myself and masturbated. Kerie was waiting for me in bed, and I mounted her again and quickly reached another climax. That was five orgasms in less than two hours, but who’s counting?

After I’d finished fucking her a second time (make that six orgasms), I rolled off her and lay on my back, naked and sweaty, panting, smelling of girl sex. Kerie hugged me and kissed my cheek. Then, after a moment’s hesitation, she slid down between my legs, saying she wanted to look at me some more.

Still somewhat groggy from the after-effects of a powerful climax, I lay there a moment longer, trying to catch my breath, and let my daughter push my legs open, spreading them wide. When I felt her little fingers touching the tender innermost parts of my thighs, I got up on my elbows to see what she was doing.

“Will you tell me what all the parts are, Mommy?”

“What?”

“I want to know what everything is. Like this here,” she put a finger on my labia, “and the really wet place in the middle. I just want to know all about what everything is.”

“Well, okay, honey.” I pushed myself to an upright sitting position.

“So, this part here,” I began, “is called the labia. You can also just call it the pussy lips. See, there’s one on each side, pussy lips.”

My daughter cocked her head sideways, almost 90 degrees. “Like a mouth,” she said, “with lips.”

“Yes, that’s right,” I chuckled, “like a mouth. Then, uh, the middle part here, where the opening is, and where it’s so wet, is called the vagina, or the pussy. When you have a baby, that’s where it comes out.”

“That’s where I came out from?”

“Uh-huh, you sure did.”

“Okay.”

“And then there’s another very special thing that’s kind of hidden, right up here at the top.”

I used my fingers to pull back my labia, carefully sliding back the hood of my pink clitoris. I pointed to it. “This part here is very sensitive. It’s called the clitoris, or the clit for short. You have to be careful when you touch it. But this is the part, the clit, that gets Mommy the most excited and that makes me have an orgasm. When you’re, I mean, when I’m on top of you, and I’m rubbing myself against you, this is the part that I try to, um, to get as close as I can to you, to your little pussy. And when I rub my clit against you just right, that’s when I have an orgasm, or a climax.”

“When you come?”

“That’s right, honey, when I come.”

“Mommy?” Kerie asked after a moment.

“Yes, baby?”

“Do I have all those same parts too?”

“Yes, you certainly do, sweetie, although they won’t all look the same since you’re still a little girl. As you get to be a woman, the parts will sort of grow and change.”

“Will you show me my parts?” She sat back, spreading her legs and looking down at herself. “Show me where my parts are too, that are just like yours.”

I took a deep breath. This was certainly not like any sex education lesson I’d ever had, but I was feeling extremely gratified to be able to show everything to my daughter this way.

I got on my hands and knees in front of her.

“Okay,” I said, pointing. “This is your labia, just like Mommy’s labia. But yours is still very smooth, not wrinkly yet like mine. That will probably change some as you get older.”

“Hmm…” she mused.

“Now, can you open up your labia, um, use your fingers to open your pussy lips so I can show you the rest?”

“You do it.”

“Well, okay.” My pulse was racing with excitement. My nipples were taut and my pussy was dripping.

I lay flat on the bed so it would be easier to reach everything. Then I placed my fingers on my daughter’s labia, and gently parted them.

“Oh, you’re so pretty inside,” I said. She was pink and fresh and sweet-smelling.

I carefully pulled her labia up and back until I could see her clit, her tiny bud. My mouth was watering. I wanted so much to kiss her there, to lick her little clit and make her come.

But I didn’t. Instead, I said, “See? This is your clitoris, or your clit. Like I told you before, it’s the most sensitive part of a woman’s body, or a girl’s.”

“And this,” I pointed down lower, “is your vagina. That’s when, um, that’s the part that gets wet when Mommy gets excited. I don’t know if yours will do that yet.”

“I think it does.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. Sometimes, when we’re playing our game and after you get, I mean, after you come, and then you’re resting, I touch myself down there and it feels all wet and slippery, the same as yours does.”

“Wow, that’s pretty amazing. I didn’t know that.”

“Are you wet now, Mommy?” asked Kerie.

“Yes, honey, I am. Very wet.”

“Can I see again?”

“Um, okay, sure.” I sat up in front her and spread my pussy lips wide apart, letting her look inside my juicy vagina.

“Can I touch it?”

For a moment, I couldn’t speak. I was too excited.

“Yes, honey, you can,” I finally answered in a husky voice.

My daughter crouched down low and looked at me. Then she extended her index finger and touched my pink center.

I jumped a little at the feel of her touch.

“Oh — did I hurt you, Mommy?”

“No, sweetie, no, not at all,” I reassured her. “It’s just, it feels very nice to have you touch me that way. So nice that, that it makes me extra excited.”

She smiled up at me. “I like making you excited.”

“Touch me some more down there, and you will make Mommy very excited.”

“Okay.”

Kerie touched me again, in several places around the edges of my pussy, but she was too tentative. I decided to encourage her.

“You know what would make me feel really really good?”

“What?”

“If you put your finger inside me.”

“Inside?”

“Uh-huh. Right there, right where the hole is. The vagina. Put your finger inside Mommy’s vagina.”

She looked up at me for a moment, gazing into my eyes. I smiled and nodded, “It’s all right. Go ahead.”

“Okay.”

As I felt her finger entering my sex, I whimpered in pleasure. “Oh, that’s right, baby, that’s right. That’s my good little girl.”

I took her other hand in mine. “Keep your finger inside me — you can even put two fingers in if you want — and then use this hand to rub me gently up here. Remember where I told you the clit is?”

“Yeah, I remember.”

I held her hand, moving her fingers over the skin around my clit.

“Now, with the other hand,” I said, “start moving your finger in and out of me.”

“Like this?”

“Oh god yes, just like that.” My eyes were closed as I savored the incredibly erotic sensations of having my young daughter fuck me with her finger while rubbing my clit.

“That’s right, baby, don’t stop… it feels so good… can you put two fingers inside me? Just like — oh my god — uh-huh, just like that! Now, unh… now move your fingers in and out… faster, honey, that’s right, faster and harder, do it hard! Do it hard and make Mommy come!!”

I held her hands tightly in mine, guiding her, showing her how to give me pleasure. And then I climaxed.

Seizing her wrist, I shoved her small fingers in as far as they would go and felt my pussy gushing onto her hand and mine. I held her other hand over my clit, pressing down, sliding her palm back and forth, making the orgasm go on even longer. I grunted and groaned, coming incredibly hard as my little girl masturbated me, two fingers deep inside my cunt.

When at last I was done, I drew her fingers slowly out and then fell back on the bed, pulling the child on top of me.

“Oh god baby, oh god baby…” I moaned, wrapping my arms around her.

But Kerie wasn’t done.

All at once, in a frenzy, she reached down and roughly pushed my legs wide apart, then jammed her pussy against mine and began fucking me, humping harder and faster than she ever had before. I was already so wet that her thrusts easily parted my labia, and I could feel her bald little mound sliding up and down inside my slit. Quickly I found myself getting close to another orgasm — but then I realized that something new was happening.

I looked at my 8-year-old daughter. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth clenched, face contorted in a grimace. She continued humping, humping, very fast, until suddenly her small frame went rigid and her skin flushed red. She uttered a little cry, thrust herself hard against me a few more times, and then stopped, her whole body trembling. I could see that she was holding her breath. Finally, she shuddered heavily all over, and then collapsed on top of me, limp as one of her rag dolls.

I held her close, stroking her narrow, sweaty back. “Oh, my darling girl, my darling baby girl.”

She was breathing hard, gulping air. Her skin felt hot against mine. I nuzzled and kissed her hair, cuddling her.

“My sweet baby, my darling girl…”

After a minute or so, Kerie raised her head, looking into my eyes. Her face was shiny with perspiration. “Mommy — did I?”

“Yes, my love, I think you did. I think you just had your first orgasm.”

My little girl’s very first orgasm — from fucking her mother!!! I felt so lucky and so proud.

She was completely worn out after that and soon fell asleep in my arms. After a few more minutes, I gently slid her off me, and turned on my side to look at her. I watched her sleeping for a long time, then leaned over and kissed her ever so tenderly on the mouth before falling asleep myself beside her.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Naughty Mommy

The birthday party was for Kerie’s best friend, a darling little girl named Melissa who had just turned 9 years old. Melissa’s mother, Rose, met us at the door and invited us in. We were late in arriving. All the other kids had already left.

I apologized to Rose for my tardiness, which she dismissed with a friendly wave of her hand, and I introduced her to my sister. As they shook hands, I noticed a look pass between them.

Rose Beddingdon was a cute brunette of about 35, with bright blue eyes. She was petite, just over five feet, and very trim. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, making her look younger than her age. She had been divorced for around five years and, as far as I knew, had not had any other relationships in that time.

She took us into the family room where Jae met Emily, Rose’s older daughter, who was watching TV. Emily, a brunette, was 13 and going to be a beauty. She was tiny and slim like her mother, but had the beginnings of a lovely figure. Her hair, which was long and wavy, had an auburn tinge, and her eyes were a stunning blue-green.

Rose went halfway up the stairs and called Kerie, who came bounding out of Melissa’s room and zoomed down, giving me a big hug. It made me laugh how fast she could move. Melissa followed right behind. I patted Kerie’s back, said hi to Melissa, and then we turned to leave.

“You don’t have to run off, do you?” asked Rose. “Wouldn’t you like a drink? Maybe some wine? We can sit outside by the pool and chat for a while.”

I thanked her, but told her we had to get someplace and really ought to go. I promised to come back soon, however, and take her up on that offer of a drink.

Rose smiled prettily, showing her dimples, as she walked us to the door.

“It was very nice meeting you,” Jae said to her. “I hope we can see each other again.”

The woman beamed. “That would be nice.”

“Bye, Melissa,” called Kerie to her little friend, who was holding her mother’s hand.

“Bye. Thank you for the gift!”

“You’re welcome. Happy birthday!”

We got in Jae’s car, and she drove us to a gourmet burger restaurant, one of our favorites.

Kerie didn’t eat much, just picked at her chicken fingers. She’d apparently stuffed herself with candy and cake and ice cream at the birthday party. After a while, she got up to go the restroom.

“Are you okay, honey?” I asked. “Are you feeling all right?”

“Yeah, mom, I’m fine. I just have to go to the bathroom.”

“Okay.”

We watched her walk away, and then Jae said, “Rose is hot. I really want to fuck her.”

I almost choked on my turkey burger. “What are you talking about? How do you know she’d even be interested in that? I mean, in women at all?”

“Oh, she’d be interested, all right. She’s definitely bisexual, or at least bi-curious.”

“But how do you know?”

“I can tell. It’s obvious.”

Kerie came back to the table and we finished our dinner. With the nice meal I’d fully recovered from my tipsiness, so Jae drove us back to her townhouse where I retrieved my car.

When Kerie and I got home, she said she was tired and went to my bedroom to lie down for a while. I decided to take a bath and shave my legs and pubic hair, and then, as I almost always did, I masturbated in the bathtub, loving the feel of my silky smooth pussy. I made myself come twice, then got out and dried off.

As I was rubbing scented lotion on my body, I started thinking about my sexual history. There wasn’t really that much to think about.

I began masturbating when I was 13, a fairly typical age for most girls, I suppose. At that point my fantasies were nothing unusual, just your normal romance novel stuff. I didn’t even masturbate very often, maybe only a couple of times a week.

In high school, I went out with a few boys, the few who asked. One of them felt me up one night as we were making out, touching my breasts, but I didn’t let him go any further. The next boy I allowed to touch me that way, however, was more insistent about it.

It was my last year of high school. I’d never really had a steady boyfriend, but I liked this guy, and he seemed to like me too, so I gave up my virginity to him. We had sex a few times, twice in his car and three times at his house while his parents were out.

Then I missed my period. When I told the boy, he denied all responsibility and flatly refused to see me anymore, the asshole. I was furious, frightened, and had no idea what to do, so I turned to Jae. She was unbelievably sweet, comforting me and counseling me. We talked a lot about my options, including abortion, adoption, and raising the child myself. After deep soul-searching, I finally decided.

Jae came with me when I told my parents. It was only a few months before then that I’d sat with my sister as she informed our mom and dad that she was a lesbian. I had to wonder what they were thinking when we asked to sit down with them again for another serious talk: Is Shelly gay as well? 

What I had to tell them, though, was in some ways more serious than that. But they were very understanding and very supportive. They were wonderful. I had my beautiful baby, and she and I started a life together.

While Kerie was growing up, I’d only dated occasionally, going out with maybe a half dozen men during the past five or six years. I had sex with two of them but didn’t find it very satisfying, and with both men the relationship ended shortly. I also masturbated fairly regularly, three or four times a week.

There was one other incident that stood out. It was when I was seduced by a young woman after a Christmas party, my only real lesbian experience before now.

It had happened about a year and a half earlier. I’d been invited to the home of one of the teachers at school, a married middle-aged woman I really liked. She was quite heavy, but very bright, outgoing, and extremely funny, as was her husband.

The party was a big one, with at least thirty guests and plenty of alcohol. I had a good time, and as it was getting late, a young woman I hadn’t yet met introduced herself to me and we started talking. Vicky was around my age (I was 25 then) or perhaps a little younger. She was slim and pretty, with dark hair and dark eyes.

After we chatted for a while and found some common interests in the movies and music we liked, Vicky told me she’d been dropped off at the party, didn’t really know anyone very well, and didn’t have a way home. I offered to give her a ride whenever she was ready to go, and so we decided then, at about 11:15, to say our goodbyes and leave.

When we got to her apartment, she asked me to come inside with her, saying she was afraid to go in by herself in the dark. I thought that was little strange, but I went with her anyway (Kerie was at a sleepover at a friend’s, so I had no need to rush home). Once we were inside the door, Vicky immediately put the moves on me.

She was a wonderful kisser, had a fantastic body, and was an energetic and attentive lover. Vicky did so many things to me that no one else had ever done before. It was three hours of the best sex of my life, up until then. I came I don’t know how many times. I spent the night in her bed, but in the morning she was grumpy. I left fairly soon, realized later that I didn’t even have her phone number, and never saw her again.

For Vicky, I suppose, it was a lark, a one-time fling. I would have loved to do more with her, but I’ve always been grateful, at least, that she introduced me to the many ways a woman can give pleasure to another woman.

And now, Shelly, I said to myself as I looked at my face in the mirror, you’re having lesbian sex with your 8-year-old daughter! That thought didn’t make me feel bad, however, or guilty at all. It made me happy. I loved Kerie and she loved me, and what we did together was both exciting and very satisfying. It brought us even closer.

I smiled and winked at myself.

When I came out of the bathroom, freshly shaved and lotioned, it was still early, only about 8:00 o’clock, but Kerie was already fast asleep in my bed. I pulled back the sheets and slid in beside her. We were both naked.

I looked closely at my precious baby girl, at her shiny blonde hair, her rosy cheeks, her naturally red lips. I looked at her little chest, where there was not even the beginnings of breast growth. I slowly pulled down the sheet so I could see the rest of her.

Kerie was on her back, with one leg pulled up slightly and a hand resting on her belly, just above her pubis. She breathed softly and deeply. I lowered my head, bringing my face close to her skin, inhaling my daughter’s girlish scent, feeling the warm glow of her body.

Although I had made myself come at Jae’s house earlier, and then twice more in the bathtub after shaving, I was still aroused. I wanted more. I needed more.

I put my hand between my legs, finding slippery moisture. I was very wet. I moved my face down to my little girl’s hairless vulva. I kissed her softly there, on her slit. Sliding a finger deep inside myself, I began masturbating as I kissed my child’s pussy.

Then I carefully shifted around on the bed, putting myself between her legs. I gently pushed them open, watching as her labia parted. I could see inside her, see her pink center. I wanted to put my tongue inside, eat my little girl and make her come in my mouth.

But I satisfied myself, for now, with just kissing her again, very softly on her pussy lips. I fucked myself as I stared into my baby’s vagina, and I came.

I tried to stay quiet, tried to stifle my usual groans so as not to awaken my daughter. But that only made the orgasm more intense.

I held my breath, shuddering with each wave of the powerful climax. I was perspiring all over, my heart pounding, body trembling as I shoved my finger as far as it would go into my hot, wet cunt.

When my spasms finally receded, I pulled the sheets back up over us and lay on my side, next to my sleeping daughter, breathing deeply and sucking on the finger that had been inside me. After a few minutes, I turned onto my back and masturbated again, this time picturing pubescent little Emily in my mind, imagining her naked, asking me to make love to her.

I came twice more, then drifted blissfully off to sleep.

 

When I woke, it was light outside. Kerie was on top of me, looking at my face and smiling. I kissed her once, then glanced at the clock radio next to the bed. It was 6:15 in the morning.

Without speaking, Kerie started moving against me. I spread my legs apart and put my hands on her little bottom. Her body was warm.

“That feels nice,” I smiled.

She moved faster against me, more urgently. She was getting very good at knowing just where to apply the pressure, just how to build my arousal and bring me to a thunderous orgasm.

Within minutes, I was coming. I dug my fingers into her butt cheeks, pulling her little pussy against me as hard as I could. I shuddered beneath her, my eyes shut tightly as I concentrated on the hot waves of pleasure emanating from my center.

Finally relaxing, I released my grip on my daughter’s bottom. I’d been squeezing her so hard, I hoped my fingers hadn’t left a mark. I opened my eyes and looked at her.

“I love you, Mommy,” she said.

Tears of joy came to my eyes. I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her close, loving the feel of her soft warm skin on mine. “Oh, my darling baby, I love you too, so much!”

After the hug, Kerie slid off me and we turned on our sides, facing each other. I gently kissed her lips and she kissed me back.

Then she said, “Know what, Mommy?”

“What, honey?”

“Melissa says she wants to try the game too, how we do it, only with her mom or maybe her sister.”

“But — what?! You mean you told her about it?”

“Yeah, um, yesterday, at the end of the party, after the other kids were gone.”

I was appalled and frightened. I hadn’t thought yet to swear my daughter to secrecy about what we were doing, and I realized it was too late for that now. I was terrified of being arrested, charged with a crime, being separated from her.

“Kerie, no! You shouldn’t have told her. You shouldn’t tell anyone!”

“But she said it sounded really fun. She wants to try it!”

“I know, but — she does?” I pictured cute little Melissa, the tiny pixie with her button nose and thin body, naked and fucking her mother, Rose, or fucking her adorable sister, Emily.

“Yeah, she says she wants to try it too. I mean, I think they really should. We like doing it, right? It’s so much fun. I know they’d like it.”

“Yes, but, honey… see, some people might not understand. They might think what we do is wrong.”

“Wrong? Why?”

“Well, it’s hard to explain, but for some people, for most people, I suppose, there are these, these rules about what mommies and their little girls are supposed to do, or not do with each other.”

Kerie frowned. “Why?”

“Why? I don’t know why really. Just old-fashioned thinking, I guess. I think that when we play our new game, we’re just showing how much we love each other.”

“Uh-huh.”

“So, I want to keep doing it with you, as much and as often as you want to. But still, we have to be careful about who we tell, because some people might not see it the same way we do, and they might get mad at us.”

“Um, okay,” she nodded. “So I shouldn’t tell anyone else, right?”

“That’s right. Please promise me you won’t.”

“I won’t.”

I gave her a hug. “And we’ll just have to hope that if Melissa tells her mother or her sister, they won’t get mad at us either.”

“Okay, Mommy. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was a secret.”

“That’s all right, sweetheart. Of course you didn’t know.” I kissed her cheek. “You want some breakfast? Want me to make pancakes?”

“And sausages?”

“Yes, and sausages too, if that’s what you want.” I kissed her again and we got out of bed to fix breakfast.

I put on a light robe and Kerie pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt. We went to the kitchen and she helped me, browning the sausages while I made pancakes.

As soon as we finished eating, Kerie came over and sat on my lap, putting her little arms around my neck. “I’m sorry, Mommy, about telling Melissa. I hope we don’t get in trouble, and I’m sorry I made you mad at me.”

“No, I’m not mad at you, honey, I’m really not.” I kissed her lips, tasting maple syrup. “We just have to be careful, that’s all. Now, will you help me with the dishes?”

“Okay, and then, um, after that, can we get back in bed and play our new game some more?”

I laughed and squeezed her. “Yes, my little nympho, we can.”

“What’s a nympho?”

“It’s someone who loves, well, who loves being loved, and who can never get enough of the fun kinds of things that we like to do together.”

“Then I guess we’re both nymphos, right?”

“That’s right, darling, we are,” I answered, laughing again and hugging her.

The dishes done, we returned to the bedroom. We climbed into bed, naked, and Kerie told me she wanted to try it again the way we’d done it two days ago, when I’d been on top of her and raised her leg in the air, pressing my wet sex against her little pussy. Only this time she wanted to be on top.

I felt a thrill as I imagined my daughter fucking me that way. “Okay, sure, honey, we can try it that way.” I was already getting wet. “You’ll probably make me come almost instantly.”

“Come where?”

“What?”

“You said you’re gonna come somewhere…”

“Oh. Uh, see, come is sort of a slang word for an orgasm. You know what an orgasm is, right?”

“I think so…”

“Well, when Mommy, um, when you and I are playing our game, and we do it for a while, and then at the end, you know how I get all excited and I squeeze you tight, and everything? That’s when I’m having an orgasm. It’s kind of a release of sexual tension, a climax. In fact, that’s another word for it, a climax. An orgasm. Or just coming.”

“Does that mean we’re having sex?”

“Oh, um, yes, in a way I guess we are,” I told her. “Or at least I am. And that’s what some people wouldn’t understand. Why they might get mad at us. They’d say it’s wrong for a mother to have sex with her daughter.”

“Is it wrong?”

“Well, no, I certainly don’t think so. I mean, I suppose it depends on the situation, and on the individuals. But if a mom and her little girl are just showing how much they care for each other, and it’s tender and beautiful and loving, then, no, I’d say there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.” I realized that I was repeating Jae’s words to me, and I felt thankful for her mature wisdom.

“Good,” said Kerie, “because I love doing it and I don’t want to stop, ever!”

“Neither do I,” I smiled as I kissed her cheek. Then I lay on my back and spread my legs, inviting my daughter to have sex with me.

She took my left leg in her hands, raising it up. But then, before mounting me, she leaned down close, studying my pudenda. “That middle part right there,” she said, pointing, “where it’s really pink and wet looking, is that where you like me to push against you?”

“Yes, honey, it is,” I answered softly. “Right where it’s… where it’s very wet.”

Kerie touched me — she touched my vagina with her fingers!

“It’s kinda gooey and sticky,” she said.

“Yes, baby, it is. But please, I, I can’t wait any longer.”

I took her by the hips and positioned her on me. We were scissored, her warm pussy pressing against my sex. She started to move, rocking her body into mine. I pushed myself up so I could see it all, watch what was happening. My darling little girl was rubbing herself against me, fucking me, the juices from my cunt making her smooth vulva all slick and shiny and slippery.

She made me come three times that way.

 

Later that day, while Kerie was in her room playing with Barbies, the phone rang. It was my sister Jae.

We chatted for a few minutes and she mentioned again how much she was attracted to Rose, saying she was planning to ask the pretty woman on a date in the hopes of seducing her. Jae said she’d gotten up early that morning and shaved her pussy bare in anticipation of lesbian sex soon to come. We had a nice laugh about that.

I told her I’d shaved myself the night before too, and after climbing in bed with Kerie (I lowered my voice to a near-whisper) I had masturbated while looking at my daughter’s little pussy and kissing her there as she slept.

“Oh my god, Shelly, that is so hot. You are such a pervert. I love it!”

Jae admitted she’d masturbated for hours the previous night while recalling the things I’d told her about having sex with Kerie. She couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“But, you know,” I said, “there is something else that’s maybe not so good.”

Using a low voice again, I told her that my daughter had informed her friend Melissa about our ‘game’, and that I was worried what might happen if the child told her mother.

“Did Kerie say that Melissa was upset about it or something?” Jae asked.

“No, just the opposite. She said it sounded like fun, and that she was hoping to try it with her own mother or with her sister!”

“Jesus, really?” breathed Jae. “That’s exciting.”

“Yes, but — aren’t you concerned about what Rose might think?”

“No, not really. I get the feeling that Rose is secretly kind of kinky. I mean, she’s got that cute, wholesome outward appearance, you know? But there’s something about her, something that tells me she might like it if her daughter wanted to get in bed with her, climb on top, and start fucking her.”

Jae’s voice grew soft and dreamy. “Mmm, what a picture that would be… little Melissa fucking her mother, or her hot sexy sister…”

“Jae, are you, um, playing with yourself?”

“Yeah, I am…” she was almost whispering. “Can’t you just see it? The three of them in bed together, touching each other and kissing and fucking.”

“Jae, you’re incorrigible.”

“I know, I can’t help it. I just love sex. Especially when it’s taboo lesbian incest. You do too, admit it.”

“Well, yeah, I do, that’s true. I guess it must run in the family.”

“Mmm, I’m already getting close. Goddamn I want to see Emily naked. I want to see Rose kissing her and touching her.”

“I know, it’s really hot…” I agreed. I badly wanted to touch myself as I imagined Rose and her daughters having sex.

“What if — can you picture Melissa licking Rose’s pussy, making her mommy come in her mouth?” said Jae. “Oh god I’m so wet.”

I put my hand between my own legs. I was fully dressed, and I wasn’t willing to take a chance on actually masturbating. I was afraid Kerie might come out of her room and see me — though I also wondered why that should matter, considering everything else we’d done together, but for some strange reason it did. Anyway, I pressed my fingers gently against my pussy through my slacks, and listened as Jae described in detail all the sexual things she would like to see Rose and her daughters do with each other.

I added a few quiet words of erotic encouragement, and within a minute or two my sister was coming.

After settling down from her orgasm, Jae still seemed hungry for more stimulation. “What did — whew! — what else did you and Kerie do? Tell me all about it. Tell me everything.”

“Well, this morning was very interesting.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, but, I… I don’t feel comfortable talking about it on the phone. Not now, not with Kerie here.”

“Come on, please?”

“No, no, I can’t. But here’s what I’ll do. Let’s hang up and I’ll send you an email and tell you all about it — everything, with all the details. Okay?”

“Well, okay, but don’t leave anything out.”

I laughed. “No, I promise I won’t.”

So, I sat down at my computer and composed a long message to Jae, telling her how I woke up first thing this morning with my daughter on top of me, how she fucked my pussy and brought me to orgasm, how we made breakfast together, and then how she wanted to get right back in bed after that and play our new game some more. But this time, how she wanted to get on top of me and raise my leg the way I had raised hers a few days earlier, how she had spent some time looking closely at my wet pussy, how she had touched my vagina with her fingers and felt my gooey wetness before she positioned herself over me and then fucked me hard, making me come three more times.

Two hours later, Jae wrote back and told me she had made herself come five times while reading my email, and thanked me profusely for sharing the story with her. She also wrote a little more about her fantasies of watching Rose make love with her daughters. Then came the shocker.

Jae asked if I would consider “sharing” Kerie with her, letting her have sex with my daughter, or, as an option, maybe she could just join Kerie and me in bed one night.

I sat back for several minutes, staring at my computer screen. I’d never even considered the idea of anyone else becoming part of the special intimate relationship between Kerie and me, and now I wasn’t sure what to think.

In a way, it made me angry. Kerie was my daughter, not Jae’s. How could she ask me to share her? I didn’t respond right away, though. I continued mulling over the idea, examining the possibilities. What would it be like to have Jae in bed with us, watching Kerie and me? How would I feel seeing the two of them together? It was very confusing, a bit frightening, but also sort of arousing.

After pondering all this for a long while, I finally wrote back and told Jae I would have to think about what she’d asked and would give her a reply later.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Naughty Mommy

“I just have to tell someone,” I said to my sister Jae. She was two years older than me and all my life had been my closest friend. Even as teens we were inseparable, which supposedly is rare for sisters, but to us it seemed completely natural.

“What do you mean? Tell someone what?” Jae looked at me with concern.

I loved her so much. When she was ready to come out as a lesbian at 19 years old, she told me first, then together we told our parents. I had already guessed, of course, because I knew her so well.

“It’s…um,” I began, tentatively, “it’s, like, something that’s been going on for a little while. And you’re the only person I know who will understand, not to mention the only person I can trust.”

“That sounds serious.”

“It is.”

We were standing in the kitchen of Jae’s townhouse. It was late in the afternoon on a Saturday in May. She and I had just come back from the grocery store.

Jae put the last box away in the cupboard, then turned around and rested her hands on my shoulders. “Well, then, maybe I should pour us each a glass of wine and we’ll sit down and you can tell me all about it. Okay?”

I nodded. She smiled at me and kissed my cheek, then opened the refrigerator and took out a chilled bottle of Chardonnay.

We carried our glasses into the living room and sat next to one another on the sofa. We each took a few sips without speaking. Finally she turned to me and placed her palm on my cheek. Her touch felt warm and comforting. “So, whatever it is, honey, just go ahead and tell me.”

“Okay, well…” I hesitated. I wanted to tell her but didn’t know how to start. “Um, I… um, you know that Kerie sleeps with me, right?”

“Sure, in your bed with you.”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

Kerie is my 8-year-old daughter. I’d become pregnant during my senior year in high school, and gave birth a few months after graduating. I never married. My mom and dad were really wonderful, supporting me financially and letting us live with them, making sure I was able to get through college. Later, after they died in a car crash, Jae helped me out the same way.

Fortunately, a couple of years before this I’d managed to land a job as registrar at a big public high school and at last was earning enough that I could support myself and my daughter reasonably well. It made me proud not to have to depend on others for financial help any longer.

Right now, though, I had something else weighing on my mind.

“And?” prompted Jae.

“Well…” I felt myself reddening as I thought about my secret. “Um, when you shave, do you, uh, shave, like, you know, everything?”

“You mean my pubic hair?”

“Uh-huh.” I drank some Chardonnay as I waited for her to answer.

“Sometimes I do, although not as much lately. I usually keep it trimmed, but since I don’t have a girlfriend right now, as you know, that means I’m only having sex with my hand.” She held her right hand up in front of her. “And my hand doesn’t care much what I look like down there, so…”

I laughed, happy that something funny could relieve the tension.

Jae took a sip of wine, then smiled and asked, “What about you?”

“Well, yeah, I mean, I never did before, but just in the last few weeks I have been, and I really like it. When I… you know, when I, um… touch myself.”

“When you masturbate.”

“Yeah,” I giggled. At times I felt so immature about these things compared to her. “It’s just, I love how it feels now when I, um, masturbate. I like feeling it so smooth and stuff. It — and it also — well, I mean, it’s just nice that way. I shave myself every day now so I can stay that way.”

“So my little sister is bald as a baby. Is that the big news you wanted to tell me about?”

“No,” I smiled, looking at her. “It’s… something else.”

“Okay.” Jae looked at my glass, which by now was empty, as was hers. “Do you want some more wine?”

“Sure.”

She went to the kitchen and came back with the bottle, along with an open-topped ceramic jar to keep the wine cool. She refilled our glasses and put the bottle in the jar. After taking another sip, she turned toward me and waited.

“So, I, um, like I said, you already know that Kerie sleeps with me. And I, well, um, she and I, we have this new game that we play together. It’s, um, it’s kind of like playing horsey, you know, like when a kid rides on your back…”

I didn’t say anything else for a moment, so Jae prompted me again. “Yeah? And?”

“Do you…” I started, then stopped, took a deep breath, and started again. “Do you remember when we were little, and, um, sometimes at night you got in bed with me, got on top of me and kissed me some, but mostly just, like, rubbed yourself against me?”

“Oh my god!” she laughed out loud. “I’m so embarrassed. Of course I remember that. I’m just sorry that you still do. I hope it wasn’t too upsetting or anything.”

“No, I… I liked it.”

“And I guess that must have been your first clue that I, well, that maybe I was gay.”

“Well, I don’t know if I thought that at the time, but there were lots of other clues anyway, so…”

“Yeah, I guess you probably knew about it way before I did. You were always more sensitive and I was kind of a klutz. But anyway,” she patted my knee, “go on with your story.”

“So, when you, I mean, when we were little and you were doing that, you didn’t, like, come or anything, did you?”

“God, no,” Jae laughed again. “It took me years of trying before I ever had an orgasm. In fact the first time was when the music teacher, Ms. Kimball, put her hand inside my pants in the eighth grade. And that — I mean, when I got in bed with you — I must have been in maybe sixth grade then, right? And you were in fourth?”

“Actually it started when you were in fifth grade and I was in third. But you did it a few more times over the next year or so. I think the last time was when you were in sixth.”

“Was it?” She looked down at her hands. “I was so confused then. I knew what I wanted. I wanted girls. I wanted them so much. I wanted to love them and have them love me. But it was all so scary and hard. So I never really did anything. Except for doing that with you.”

“Yeah.” I finished up my second glass of wine.

“Until Ms. Kimball. She really opened things up for me, so to speak. Then in high school I fooled around with as many girls as I could, and — you know, how could our parents not have realized? I mean, how could they have been so clueless?”

“Maybe they weren’t,” I said gently. I was pretty sure that our mother and father must have noticed the same things I did and figured out that Jae was a lesbian before she ever told them, even if they weren’t really ready to admit it to themselves.

“But — oh, I’m sorry, honey, I keep getting us off the track.” She put her hand on my thigh. “Go on.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I shouldn’t have brought it up at all. I…”

“No, you wanted to tell me something, so you should. And I’ll try really hard to listen and not interrupt. Okay?”

“Okay.” Feeling nervous, stalling, I said, “Can I have some more wine?”

Jae refilled my glass and gave herself another quarter of a glass, which finished the bottle. She turned toward me on the sofa, crossed her legs, and waited.

It wouldn’t be easy to say what I wanted to say, but I had to tell someone. I decided not to look at Jae while I told her, though. That might make it easier. I studied my wine glass for a few seconds, then looked down at my lap.

Finally I began, “At night, sometimes… no, not sometimes, but every night for the last two weeks, I’ve been playing this game with Kerie. And it’s not just an innocent game. I mean, for her maybe it is, but for me, it’s definitely not.”

“What kind of a game?” Jae asked softly.

“She, um, well first, I guess I should tell you that we sleep naked together. We always have. Ever since she was a baby, I’ve always loved the feeling of having her bare skin next to mine at night. She wore a diaper, of course, when she was tiny, but after she was potty-trained, when she was three, we’ve always slept naked together.”

“Okay.”

“And sometimes, well, a lot of times really, I would have her fall asleep on top of me, just because I liked how it felt. Her warm body on mine. And as she got older, sometimes she and I would play these little games at night, like tickling games and stuff.”

I glanced up at Jae. She was listening intently.

“We, um, we’ve been doing that a lot lately, especially this tickling thing that we both like. She’s laying on me and I have my hands on her and I tickle her a little and she laughs and squirms on top of me. It’s fun, and it just feels so nice to have her moving on me that way.” I started to blush again. “We’ve been doing that every night for at least the last six months. We play that game for maybe 15 minutes, and then we kiss for a while longer, and then we go to sleep.”

“You kiss?” Jae asked, a look of curiosity on her face.

I nodded. My cheeks were burning, and I hadn’t even told her the most shameful stuff yet.

“What kind of kissing?”

“Just, um, you know, little kisses on the mouth. Nothing more than that,” I said. “Just regular mommy-daughter kisses, except, well, except it goes on for a while. We like to kiss a lot.”

“Uh-huh.”

“So, anyway, one night about a month ago, Kerie’s on top of me and we’re playing the tickling game. We’re both naked, and she’s kind of sliding around, and then she tells me I feel scratchy — meaning my pubic hair. I used to just keep it trimmed, not bushy, but still it was enough to bother her, I guess. So, that was when I decided to start shaving myself completely, like I told you. And right away after that, I began masturbating a lot more than I used to, because I loved the way I felt down there, so silky and sexy.

“I would masturbate every night in the bathtub right after I shaved, which was just before I came to bed, and so I was, I guess, usually still sort of heated up or something. Because there was this one night when Kerie was laying on me, and I tickled her and she squirmed around, sliding her smooth little body against mine. Then she stopped, and she looked down at, um, you know, between us, down at my crotch, and she said she was glad I didn’t feel scratchy anymore, that it felt really nice now.”

I took another drink of wine, then went on. “I told Kerie if she liked how it felt, she should slide against me some more, sort of ride me, like playing horsey, and she did, and I spread my legs apart, and my pussy was wet and hot and Kerie was rubbing herself against me, and — well, I managed to stop that first time.”

“Wow…”

I looked up at Jae and my eyes went wide. She had a hand on her breast and was fondling her nipple through her shirt. My sister almost never wore a bra, and her erect nipples were very apparent.

When Jae saw me watching her, she said, “This is hot, Shelly.”

“Yeah,” I smiled, feeling surprised at her response but very relieved. “I guess it is. I guess that’s why I knew I could tell you about it and you would understand how I felt and what I did.”

“What did you do? Did it happen again?”

“Uh-huh. That first night, I managed to stop. And the next night I told myself I wouldn’t masturbate right before I went to bed. I shaved as usual, though, and I was rubbing myself in the bathtub and it felt so good and I wanted to come but I told myself I shouldn’t, so I stopped before I came. And then I got in bed with Kerie.”

“But — then you must have been, like, right on the edge and everything.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled, “great plan, right? Somehow I managed to convince myself that if I didn’t come in the bathtub, then that would take away the sexual energy I’d felt the night before. But if anything now I was even more excited.

“As soon as I got under the covers next to Kerie and she climbed on top of me and started moving around, I immediately spread my legs wide apart and put my hands on her bottom, pulling her hard against me, and I said, ‘You want to play a new game tonight, honey? No tickling — instead you just slide up and down on Mommy, faster and faster, okay?’

“She started moving that way and I got hotter and wetter and then I wrapped my legs around her and hugged her sweet little body and I said, ‘Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop!’ and she kept moving — my daughter was fucking me, Jae — and I climaxed. It was unbelievable. It was so erotic. I came so hard.”

“This is…you don’t mind, do you?” My sister unzipped her jeans and put her hand inside. “This is one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard.”

I could see her fingers moving between her legs. I could smell her sexual arousal. Telling Jae the story had made me excited too, but I wasn’t ready to start masturbating in front of her.

“Tell me more. What happened next?”

“Well, that first night after I climaxed, I just held Kerie for a long time. I put my arms around her and hugged her. I kissed her neck and shoulders and I kept thanking her for helping Mommy feel nice, for doing such a good job playing our new game. After a while we fell asleep, but the next day I felt really guilty. So that night I decided not to shave myself, and I didn’t masturbate, and when I got in bed I told Kerie I was tired and maybe we should just go to sleep. I wasn’t even going to let her lay on top of me, but she insisted.

“We laid there quietly for a while, but every time she moved around she seemed to be trying to squirm herself more and more in between my legs, so finally I spread my thighs apart and she settled in with her belly against my crotch and her head resting between my breasts. She was still for a few minutes and I thought maybe she was going to fall asleep, but then I heard her say, ‘Mommy, can we play our new game again?’ As soon as she asked that, I felt my pussy getting creamy, and I honestly, truly tried to resist — I tried to make myself tell her no, but I just couldn’t.

“Instead I stroked her hair with my hand and I said, ‘You want to play that game again with Mommy? You want to make Mommy feel nice again?’ As I was asking that, she began moving against me. She pressed her belly into my crotch, then slowly pulled herself higher, dragging her hot little body up until her smooth hairless pussy was —”

“OH GOD SHELLY I’M COMING!”

My sister groaned and strained next to me on the sofa, one hand plunged deep inside her jeans, the other squeezing her breast through her shirt. I watched and waited until her spasms subsided. Seeing her climax made me want to touch myself too, but I still wasn’t ready for that.

When Jae was finally finished, she took a deep breath, opened her eyes, looked at me, and giggled, “Sorry, I, I just couldn’t help it.”

I smiled as I watched her remove her hand from her jeans and put her first two fingers in her mouth, tasting herself.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

“How long ago did this start?” she asked.

“A little over two weeks ago. Two weeks and three days, to be exact.”

“And, have you…done it a lot?”

“Every night. Every single night since then, my 8-year-old daughter has fucked me and made me come. She rubs her little pussy against mine and I have these amazing orgasms. Usually more than one. One night I came five times before I finally told her to stop.”

“Oh my god…”

“You know, when I describe it like that, it doesn’t sound so innocent anymore. I mean, it was never innocent for me, but hell, how can Kerie not have at least some idea that this is a sexual thing we’re doing together. She has to know, right?”

“I guess. But, you know, little kids sometimes don’t realize things. Maybe she just thinks it’s a fun game you’re playing.”

“Maybe.”

“Does she…” began Jae. “Um, you said that she, on, what was it — the second night? — she asked if you could play the game, right? Does she seem to like doing it a lot?”

It was my turn to laugh. “I’ll say she does. She can’t wait when I get in bed to start humping me. I’m pretty sure she’s too young to get sexually excited herself, but she sure acts like she loves rubbing her pussy on mine.”

“Jesus Christ I think I’m gonna have to come again.” My sister slid her hand back inside her jeans.

“And it’s not just at night. Now, whenever we’re at home alone, she’s climbing up on my lap, rubbing herself on me. Last weekend, both Saturday and Sunday, as soon as we woke up in the morning, she mounted me and fucked me and made me come. The only reason she doesn’t do it on weekdays is because I get up so early, I guess.”

“In the morning…she gets on top of you…? Your little daughter starts fucking you as soon as she wakes up in the morning?” Jae was rubbing herself.

“On the weekends, yeah. And then two nights ago, after dinner, when we went in to watch TV, she sort of pushed me down on the couch and laid on top of me. She lifted up my skirt and pulled her dress up and she was pressing her pussy against mine. We both had our panties on. She wasn’t interested in the TV show at all.”

“What did you do?”

Describing this scene to Jae was making me feel so aroused that I finally couldn’t resist touching myself. I unbuttoned my shorts and put my hand inside my panties. Jae watched what I was doing as she continued to masturbate.

“I turned off the TV, and I… I let her fuck me on the couch.”

“Oh my god…”

“At first I just pulled her close and let her ride me that way — we both still had our panties on — but then I said I wanted her to take off my panties, which she did, and I pulled down her panties, and she got back on top of me and I let her rub her little pussy on mine and make me come. I came once that way and then we went in the bedroom and took off all our clothes and got in bed and she gave me two more orgasms.”

I’d been gently rubbing my clit, but now I slid a finger slowly down between my pussy lips and into my hot wet vagina. I groaned in pleasure.

“Are you fucking yourself?” whispered Jae.

“Uh-huh.”

“Tell me more about Kerie.”

“So, yesterday at work, I couldn’t stop thinking about everything she and I have been doing, you know, all this amazing sexual stuff. It got so I couldn’t concentrate at all, so after lunch I told the principal I was sick and that I had to go home early.

“I masturbated for almost two hours until Kerie got home from school. I was in bed, naked, and when I heard her coming in, I got up and put on a robe and went to meet her. I asked her about her day, and then I said I was ready to play our game a little early if she wanted to. She nodded excitedly and we went to my room hand in hand. I dropped my robe on the floor and helped her take off her clothes and we got under the covers together. But this time, instead of having her on top of me, I told her I wanted to try something different.

“I’d been thinking about it the whole time while I was masturbating yesterday afternoon and now, here she was, my sexy little girl was right there in bed with me, naked, and I could do whatever I wanted with her.”

“What did you do?”

“I told her I wanted to try a different position, with me on top of her.”

“Oh my fucking god. This is so hot.”

She was right, it was hot, extremely hot. I could feel the sexual tension in the room. Jae had already come once, and my pussy was very wet from the excitement of sharing my naughty story with her. I licked my lips and told her more.

“So, Kerie was in my bed, naked, laying on her back and looking up at me.”

“Does she have any tits yet?” Jae interrupted.

“No, of course not. She’s only 8. You know that.”

“God you’re so bad. You’re fucking a little girl, your own daughter. I love it!”

I giggled and took a big gulp of Chardonnay, finishing my third glass. My head was spinning a bit, but I felt really good. It was a big relief to tell someone, someone I loved and trusted, about this taboo secret I’d been keeping.

I set the empty wine glass on the coffee table and leaned back on the sofa, pushing my shorts down to my knees. I slid my hand inside my panties again and played with myself as I continued telling her what I’d done.

“I lifted up one of her little legs and straddled her, putting my cunt right on top of hers. I was already so wet from masturbating all afternoon, and this got me even more excited. I reached down between my legs and spread my pussy lips apart so my vagina and my clit would be touching my daughter’s naked pussy.”

“Oh god you didn’t.”

“Oh yes I did.”

Jae suddenly got to her feet and pushed her jeans down, stepping out of them. She took her panties off too, and then sat back down on the sofa, spreading her long legs apart and openly masturbating right in front of me.

I stared at her pussy for a moment. As she’d said, her dark brown pubic hair was trimmed, but still ample. I could see how wet she was. She looked beautiful.

“You were — you are — fucking your 8-year-old daughter,” she said. “And your daughter wants it. Goddamn, what an amazing story.”

“I know, it sure is. If it hadn’t happened to me, I wouldn’t believe it. Anyway, I mounted her and started sliding slowly back and forth on her, coating her hairless little pussy with my juices.”

“Oh god…” whispered Jae. She was rubbing her clit, very fast. I pressed two fingers deep inside myself, sliding them in and out. I closed my eyes so I could picture exactly what had happened the previous afternoon.

“And I… I looked down at my shaved cunt, my pink lips spread apart, my pussy right up against my daughter’s, and I kept thinking, ‘I’m really doing this. I’m really fucking my daughter. I’m going to make myself come on my daughter’s pussy.’ I was so wet, dripping all over her, and trembling with excitement.

“And then I looked at Kerie.”

“What was she doing?” asked Jae, breathlessly.

“She was staring at my body. Her hands were at her side, one leg was up in the air, she was naked, and she was staring at my tits, her eyes wide. I kept moving against her, gradually increasing the speed and pressure, and as my daughter watched, I put my hand on my breast and pinched my nipple. And then I realized all I would have to do is lean over a little and I could put my nipple right in her mouth. And when I thought about doing that, that was when—”

“AHH!” Jae was coming. As I watched her climax begin, I shoved my fingers even deeper inside myself, and then I came too.

It took me a long time to finish my orgasm. I’d closed my eyes again, and I kept picturing my little girl beneath me, naked, gazing up at my body as I fucked her. I came again and again.

When I was finally spent, I took a deep breath, opened my eyes, and looked over at Jae. She had finished before I did, and was just watching me. I giggled, a little embarrassed, a little drunk, and very happy that I could be so open and so intimate with my big sister.

“Was that a good one?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah,” I giggled again. “Is there any more wine?”

Jae looked surprised. “Well, I can open another bottle…”

Then I remembered that I still had responsibilities. I was supposed to pick my daughter up at her friend’s house at around 5:30.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Um, let me see.” Jae leaned over to pick up her cell phone from a side table. “It’s… 5:22.”

“Oh, okay. Well, this has been fun, but I really have to go fetch Kerie now. From the birthday party, like I told you before.”

“Right.”

I sat up on the sofa. The room was turning slowly around. “Whoa, I think I had too much wine. Or too much sex.”

Jae laughed. She picked up her panties from the floor and pulled them back on. As she was getting into her jeans, she said, “You probably shouldn’t drive. Let’s take my car. We can pick Kerie up, and then, if you want, I’ll take you two to dinner. How’s that sound?”

“You’re right, it might be a good idea if you drive.” I pulled my shorts back up around my waist and buttoned them. Then I sniffed my fingers, which smelled strongly of my sex. “And maybe I’d better wash my hands too, or Kerie will know her mommy has been a bad girl.”

“Honey, I’ve got news for you,” Jae chuckled. “Masturbation is the least of your sins.”

I groaned, starting to feel guilty again. Jae noticed and sat down next to me on the sofa. She put her arm around my shoulders.

“Shelly, I’m just kidding. You haven’t done anything wrong.” She kissed my cheek. “What you and Kerie have together is something beautiful and loving. You have nothing to feel bad about. Nothing at all.”

I looked at her, feeling warm and comforted. On impulse, I leaned in and kissed my sister on the mouth.

Then I stood up, wobbling a little. Jae took me by the arm and we walked out to her car.

Continue on to Chapter 2

 

Results of a Study on Maternal Exhibitionism

North Central University Department of Family Dynamics

Ingrid Dahlberg, PhD, and Sonya Eklund, MSW

 

Introduction

One of the most exotic forms of sexual deviance is the young mother whose primary erotic fetish consists of pruriently exposing her genitals and ultimately masturbating in front of her daughter(s). Although not well known, this is a far more common phenomenon than one might expect. Only in the past few years have researchers gathered enough evidence and first-hand testimony to verify that the behavior occurs with surprising frequency. It has recently been estimated, in fact, by the American Medical Association (AMA) that perhaps a quarter of all mothers engage in such activity at some point.

Of course, this is the sort of deviance that gets handed down, so to speak, from one generation to another. When a girl witnesses her mother bringing herself to orgasm, and when she sees how pleasurable it appears to be, she naturally will want to try it for herself. And, later, when that little girl becomes a mother, she is quite likely to repeat the behavior with her own daughter.

To learn more about this, we conducted confidential interviews with just over four hundred women who had at least one daughter from age eight to eighteen. This brackets the period when the subject activity seems to occur most often, when the girls are between eleven and fifteen years old.

 

Results

In our study, 116 women (29% of the total) openly admitted to engaging in such behavior, while another 31 women (8%) gave certain answers that suggested they may have done the same, although they were unwilling to come out and say so. Based on the results of our work, it seems that the previous estimate of one in four mothers partaking in incestuous exhibitionism with their daughters may need to be revised upward.

One of the most interesting findings of this research (contrary, perhaps, to some expectations) is that women expose themselves to and masturbate with their daughters far more often than they do with their sons. Although popular reporting may indicate otherwise, we conclude, based on our results, that mother-girl relationships occur with much greater frequency than do mother-boy relationships. The fact that this ratio is so badly misunderstood reflects insufficient prior investigation, not reality, in our estimation. 

Here is the primary data from our study:

 

This is the breakdown of mothers currently active in exhibitionist sexual behavior with their daughters:

 

Note that in our study the oldest currently involved daughter is eighteen years old (actually seven different girls are that age). However, because we only surveyed women whose daughters were between eight and eighteen, we cannot say with certainty that this behavior does not continue into later years. In fact, informal anecdotal reports from some of the conversations conducted by our interviewers suggests that a good number of these women have carried on similar activity well into their twenties or thirties with their own mothers. 

Of the 116 women in our study who have engaged or who currently are engaging in such activities with their young daughters, just over 90% said their own mothers had performed similar acts with them. One woman told us that both she and her mother (ages thirty-two and fifty-one, respectively) regularly masturbate together with the younger woman’s two girls, who are now ten and twelve. 

Although our research was designed specifically to look for cases of mothers involved in exhibitionist relationships with their children, including masturbation, it seems clear that the activities of women is not always limited to exposed self-pleasuring, but sometimes will go beyond that.

However, this particular study was not intended to document cases of actual incest (though, admittedly, many of the acts of exhibitionism we’ve reported definitely do go right up to that line, if not in fact crossing over it), and it will take additional effort to determine how often such activities merely serve as foreplay and eventually lead to full-blown sexual relations. We feel safe in assuming that this does occur, perhaps frequently, but we are unable to estimate how often with any degree of precision.

In order to better understand the thought processes that may take place in some of these women while they are engaging in illicit sexual activities with their daughters, we chose five of our most forthcoming interviewees and spent additional time with them, recording the conversations (with their permission). The aim was to go beyond the data we’d already gathered and uncover some qualitative information.

 

Narratives

The following is a selection of transcribed descriptions provided by each of these women. In all cases, the names have been changed to provide anonymity.

Amy, 34, mother of two daughters, ages 15 and 12:

Well, my mom did it with me and my little sister, and she told me that her mother had done it with her, so who knows how far back it goes. My sister doesn’t have any kids, but sometimes she and I get together and play around with my two girls. You know, it’s all kind of innocent, I mean, we’re just having fun. We’re not hurting anyone. The girls learn how to please themselves, which is a good thing, and they get much better knowledge directly from us than they would from a book or from their friends. Kids don’t usually talk to each other about this kind of stuff, or at least girls probably don’t. I know for sure that my daughters have never told anybody, because if they had, I could be in big trouble!

But seriously, what’s wrong with sitting down together, just a mom and her daughters, and sometimes with my sister, their aunt, and we all just watch each other touch ourselves. What? Oh, yeah, the girls do it too. That’s the way it was, right from the get-go. I guess my oldest, Brianna, was about 10 when I started with her. I showed her how to do it and let her see how good I could make myself feel, and then I encouraged her to try it for herself. Did I help her? Well, yeah, a little bit. I mean, I showed her the best way to rub herself, not too hard and gradually building up. And so, yes, of course at first I put my hands on her to make sure she knew what I was saying. But other than that, we don’t usually touch each other.

Um, let me restate that. My sister and I will sometimes make out, you know, kiss, while we’re masturbating. In front of the girls? Sure, why not? No, I haven’t kissed my daughters very much, but I have encouraged them to kiss each other while they’re doing it. That, let me tell you, is really exciting, to see my 15-year-old Brianna and my 12-year-old Claire kissing each other while their little hands are working hard between their legs. I’m getting wet now just thinking about it!

 

Dawn, 40, mother of four daughters, 17, 16, 11 and 11:

For me, it’s just the normal way that mothers and daughters are together. That’s how it was with my mother and my three sisters. We always masturbated, for as long as I can remember, and we never hid it from each other.

It’s funny, now, thinking back, I’d forgotten about this… when Mother put us to bed every night, we always were expected to play with ourselves. Like some kids are taught to say bedtime prayers every night, we were taught to have bedtime masturbation, even when we were only 4 or 5 years old. Of course, we didn’t really have orgasms when we were that young, but it still felt really good, and by the time we were each 9 or 10 years old, we knew exactly what to do to make ourselves cum whenever we felt like it. And that made Mother very proud of us.

On the weekends is when we’d have what she called our special time. Every Saturday night (and sometimes on Friday nights too, unless we were busy with something else), Mother would gather us all together onto her big bed and we’d all be naked and then we’d talk and tell stories and sing songs and after a little while we would all be playing with ourselves, Mother included. This started very young; I’m not sure exactly how early, but by the time I was 5, my two older sisters — who would have been 8 and 10 — and I would spend every Saturday night that way, feeling close and having fun and masturbating together with our wonderful mother. The baby was only two then, and she would usually fall asleep early, but by the time she was 5 or 6, she joined in as well.

We went right on that way until my oldest sister got married when she was 19. I was 14 then, and the little one was 9. We had such fun! And after the oldest moved out of the house, we kept up the games every Saturday night, each of us getting better and better at reaching numerous powerful consecutive orgasms. I’ll tell you, Mother’s bed must have more female juices soaked into it than any bed ever has!

So, then the next oldest went away to college and it was just me, at 16, and my little sister, who was 13, and Mother, then 40. The three of us kept up the tradition and I, truthfully, decided not to go away to college and not get married so that I wouldn’t break up our wonderful Saturday nights. Finally, when the youngest was 18 and I was 21, she left home and it was just Mother and me. We continued masturbating together, and not only on Saturdays, but now almost every night.

If Mother hadn’t suddenly had a stroke and died less than a year later, we might still be doing it. But then I was alone and I was devastated. Almost by instinct, I got married right away and quickly started having children. Fortunately, my first two were daughters, which is what I wanted, and then I divorced my husband. All I really needed was those two girls. After several years, though, I felt the desire for a larger family and so I adopted two cute little sweethearts, twin girls, when they were just a few weeks old. They’re 11 now, and my others daughters are 17 and 16.

The same as my mother did with our family, I’ve taught my girls all about masturbation from a very young age. We spend each Saturday night together, playing and talking and laughing and singing and, of course, masturbating. My older girls like to watch porno movies while we’re doing it, and I like that too. We get the ones that show very pretty young girls touching themselves and sometimes we also like to watch lesbian videos. And something new has also started happening recently.

When I was growing up, my sisters and I and my mother never really touched each other sexually. We were just together, very close, but focused on touching ourselves. But my little twin girls have taken to masturbating each other. I suppose for them it’s almost like they’re touching themselves. Although it made me a bit uncomfortable at first, I wanted to give them freedom to do whatever felt best. And now, I have to admit, I really enjoy seeing them together, holding each other close and kissing. As I watch those two identical lovely, pale, slender little bodies with breasts just barely starting to show, touching, licking, kissing, caressing, fondling, fingering, and bringing each other to orgasm, it’s added a whole new level of excitement. I’ve even begun to hope that maybe their older sisters will decide to try the same thing, and I’ve dropped a few not so subtle hints to that effect. So far, no results, but you never know. Tomorrow is Saturday, and this just might be my lucky weekend.

 

Elizabeth, 36, mother of one daughter, age 16:

Faith, my daughter, and I have such a great relationship. We’re always playing around together, teasing each other and stuff. She knows just what to do to get me all excited, and she loves doing it. I guess we’re sort of the reverse of some of the others, because even though I deliberately paraded around mostly naked in front of her from the time she was just little, and even though I always dressed really sexy and tried to emphasize my long legs and my figure, it was Faith who sort of got things started. Well, I mean, maybe it was both of us. But mostly her.

The very first time it happened was when she was 14, two years ago. We were sitting together on the sofa late one Saturday night watching TV, and you know, that’s when some of the cable movie channels have adult movies on. Well, Faith is flipping around the dial and she comes across the start of this movie where two women are flirting with each other, and then they start kissing, and then they start taking their clothes off! So I said, naturally, like any good mother should, that we don’t want to watch that (even though I really did want to watch it).

I’ll never forget my daughter saying, “Come on, Mom, of course we should watch it, it’s hot!” And so we did. We sat there together and watched these two beautiful young women kissing each other and then taking off each other’s clothes, and touching each other’s bodies, and then one girl started licking and sucking the other girl’s breasts, and — wow, it was really erotic. My pussy was getting so wet and I could barely keep from touching myself. But then, after that scene was over, that is, after we’d watched them rub each other’s pussies and then watched them go down on each other in a 69 position until they both climaxed, the next scene showed a different woman masturbating while she’s watching the scene we just watched on a video tape!

I was so into the movie at this point that I’d nearly forgotten Faith was there. But then I heard her moan, and I looked over and saw that she had one hand down inside her pajama bottoms while the other hand was caressing her breasts on the outside of her pullover top. I came very close to saying something that would make her stop, but for some reason I didn’t. I let her go on that way and before long I started touching myself too. And when the woman on TV started coming, both Faith and I did too. It was so incredible, almost surreal, that we were sitting there, mother and daughter, masturbating while watching a porno movie together. But it felt so good.

After our orgasms, we looked at each other and just laughed and smiled. I knew right then that we’d discovered something very special that we could share with each other.

That very night, I took Faith upstairs to my bedroom and showed her where I kept my secret stash of adult videotapes and DVDs. I told her she could use them any time, or we could watch them together whenever she wanted. She said how about right now, and so we did. The movies I have are all of young women either masturbating or making love with other young women. That’s what I like best and my taste certainly seemed to suit Faith. She chose one and we started it showing on the TV in my bedroom, then we snuggled together on the bed and played with ourselves for the next hour and a half. I have no idea how many orgasms we each had — too many to count — but finally we were exhausted. Faith asked if she could sleep in my room that night and so we shared a bed, cuddling with each other in our warm erotic afterglow and sleeping wonderfully.

Two years later and it’s every bit as special now as it was then. My daughter and I are really very sexual with each other. It’s almost like we’re lesbian girlfriends or something. No, that’s not right, I mean, we don’t really make love, per se, but we kind of play and tease like we’re lovers. One thing we like to do is go shopping together at places like Victoria’s Secret and try on naughty little outfits for each other in the dressing room. I swear, every single time we do that we always end up watching each other masturbate right there in the dressing room! It’s so hot to be together that way, so turned on and yet having to stay quiet and not be discovered. God, what amazing orgasms we’ve had doing that!

 

Gina, 37, mother of one daughter, age 12:

We only started recently, just about six months ago, a few weeks before she turned 12. I’d actually been thinking a lot about it for several years and masturbating like crazy while I imagined what it would be like doing it in front of her. Before I got brave enough to do what I really wanted, I’d fantasized about it a lot and made myself cum hundreds of times while thinking about having her watch me. Then she came home from school one day and said they’d learned about masturbation in health class, but she didn’t really understand because she’d never tried it.

That was just what I wanted to hear! I told Hannah, my daughter, that we’d have a sort of special homework class after dinner that night. And that’s what we did. I took her into my bedroom and took off my clothes and started showing her all the parts of a woman’s body. I suggested that she take off her clothes too, so we could compare, and she did. I showed her the difference between my mature breasts and her still-developing ones. I licked my finger and rubbed it lightly over the tip of my nipple to make it grow long and hard and she did the same to her nipples. I parted my labia and showed her where my clitoris was and I helped her find her own. She remarked that I seemed to have a lot more moisture between the lips than she did and I said that’s because I am very easily aroused. It doesn’t take much at all, and just talking about our bodies and especially touching myself (and touching her as well, which I chose not to mention) very quickly put me in the mood for an orgasm. She asked how often I did it (every single day, at least once, often more) and whether I could tell her the best way to masturbate.

Well, I said, I could tell you, but perhaps the best thing is for me to show you. Hannah seemed to like that idea, and so I started by caressing my breasts, getting my nipples nice and hard, even lifting them up to my face so I could lick the tips. She thought that was really cool and was jealous that her little breasts we`re way too small for it to work.

After spending several minutes working on my breasts and my nipples, my cunt was aching to be touched and I told Hannah how it felt. I said, I can feel my clit throbbing and when I press my thighs together like this, ooh, it feels so good. I could almost cum without even touching myself. But I want to touch myself, Hannah, because that feels even better. And I want you to watch so that you can learn how to do it for yourself. Okay? She nodded eagerly, and so I opened my legs to her, spreading my thighs apart and gently stroking the soft skin near my crotch. I could smell my arousal and I was sure she could too, although she didn’t say anything.

Now watch closely, Hannah, I said, while Mommy plays with herself. Get down there close so that you can see everything, honey.

As I saw my darling daughter’s fresh little 11-year-old face getting down between my legs, as I saw her big green eyes wide with excitement, and saw her long, shiny copper-colored hair draping over my knee, I had to restrain myself from grabbing my cunt right away and having an almost instantaneous orgasm. But somehow, I managed to wait, to take it slow.

Look at Mommy’s vagina, I said in a quavering voice. See how the lips get all puffy and red? That’s what happens during sexual excitement. And when I run just the tips of my fingers up and down over this very soft skin on the inside part of my thigh, it feels really really good. Do you want to touch it and see how soft it is? That’s right, that’s Mommy’s good little girl. Now watch when Mommy pulls her lips apart so you can look inside. See how wet it is? Can you see right up inside Mommy’s vagina? See how pink I am? Your little vagina is like that too, except it won’t get so wet unless you are very very excited. It’s okay, you can touch it if you want. Go ahead, touch Mommy’s pink vagina. Feel how soft and smooth and wet it is. Go on, honey, it’s alright. There… AHH! Ooh, you made Mommy tickle when you touched her there. That’s a good girl. It feels so nice. You want to touch Mommy again? Go on, baby. Yes, that’s right. Ohh, god yes… Now—no, don’t take your hand away! Keep it there. Put your finger back inside and push it in just a little more deeply. Mmm, that’s my girl. Oh, don’t stop, push it in more. Uh-huh, now pull it out a little and then push it back in, deeper. Yes, your finger is getting wet, isn’t it. I know, it’s really warm inside there. Your little vagina will feel warm too, when you fu— I mean, when you do this for yourself. But, oh, ah, keep helping Mommy now. Don’t stop. And watch, sweetie, how I’m rubbing my fingers on my clit while you help me down there. Come on, keep… keep moving your finger in and out… honey, baby, can you do two fingers for Mommy? Can Mommy’s little girl put two fingers inside now? Yeah, uh-huh, that’s right, oh, goddamn that feels so fucking good! Mommy’s getting close now, baby — Mommy’s getting ready to cum. Mommy’s going to cum on your hand… right… NOW!!!

Unh…ohh…fuck, that’s so good!! Mmmm, uh… uh-oh — Jesus, did I just masturbate in front of you? I’m so sorry, I guess I just got caught up in remembering it.

What? Oh, well, since then we pretty much have just repeated what we did the first time. I’ve asked her if she wants to masturbate together with me, but she says she likes doing it better by herself. But she seems very happy “helping” me the way she does. Basically, she fingers my cunt and I rub my clit and I have incredibly powerful orgasms. I guess technically you could say we are having sex, but I don’t think of it that way. To me, it’s more like she’s just giving me a foot rub or a back rub or something. It’s a little more intimate than that, of course, but it still feels innocent and natural.

 

Jennifer, 35, mother of two daughters, 13 and 9:

Sure, I feel guilty about it sometimes, but then I figure what’s the harm. I mean, my mother kept me in her bed with her the whole time I was growing up. I’d fall asleep at night sucking her breasts, even when I was 10 or 12 years old. It’s just what we always did. When I was younger, of course, I didn’t realize that Mother was masturbating while I sucked on her nipples. But by the time I was 8 or 9, I could tell that something was happening, and that’s about the time she started teaching me how to give myself an orgasm.

The last time I did that with my mother was when I was 18 years old, the night before I went off to college. We cried together that night, because we both knew it would never be the same way again. But I sucked on her nipples while she masturbated, and then I made myself cum while she got down between my legs and watched, which is what we always did. We slept together that night in each other’s arms and the next morning we showered together and for the one and only time in our lives, we fingered each other. I suppose it was because we knew something was ending and that this would never happen again, and so we let our inhibitions go. She sucked on my nipples for the first time, and we kissed, which we’d never done before, in a sexual way I mean, and we held each other tight and then she slipped her hand down between my legs and I slid my hand down to her pussy and we made each other cum. It was glorious and beautiful. We never repeated it, and just three years later my mother died of cancer when she was only 42. I miss her so much.

But now I’m carrying on the tradition, you might say, and maybe in a way I’m doing it to honor her. Of course, I’m also doing it because I want to, because my daughter Kayla is so incredibly sexy, and because it’s the best way I know to express my feelings for her. Kayla is my 13-year-old, and what a beauty she is. Watching her grow up, I knew all along that she would become an exceptionally desirable young woman, and that’s what she is.

I haven’t followed exactly the same pattern with Kayla as what I had with my mother. She doesn’t suck on my nipples, for example — at least, not yet — but we do sleep together in the same bed and masturbate together. And just like my mother used to love watching up close while I played with myself, I do the same thing with her. In fact, we sort of do it at the same time. We each lay on our sides, head to foot, or really head to genitals, so we can see exactly what the other person is doing. And we love talking to each other while we’re masturbating — dirty talk, you might say — describing to each other how we’re rubbing our clits or fucking our cunts or what have you. It’s extremely exciting that way.

Now that my little one, Lauren, is not so little any more, I think it’s about time to get her involved as well. She’s only 9 years old, which might seem too young, but I don’t think it is. After all, that’s how old I was when my mother taught me to masturbate, so I kind of I think owe it to Lauren to give her an early start just like I had. Besides, she has the cutest little body that’s just beginning to develop, and I must admit selfishly that want to be able to watch her up close, as close as I can, as her little breasts begin to bud and as her pubic hair starts to grow out. I can’t imagine anything more special than a mother and daughter sharing that wonderful time together.

Kayla and I often talk about Lauren, and about bringing her into our bed. The younger one has always slept by herself, while Kayla slept with me. But now we have agreed that it’s time to make it a threesome. Kayla is almost as excited about Lauren as I am. Sometimes when we’re masturbating together, Kayla will talk about how fun it would be to watch Lauren play with her hairless little pussy or pinch her tiny nipples. It makes Kayla cum really hard when I tell her to pretend that instead of looking at my cunt, she’s seeing her little sister’s fingers sliding in and out of that smooth pussy.

So now we’re ready, both of us. The only thing I can’t figure out is how we can all three watch each other at the same time. Maybe we’ll have to take turns. Or maybe I’ll try Mother’s method after all, and have my two daughters suck on my nipples while I make myself cum. Ooh, that sounds great!

 

Afterword

In conclusion, the designers of this survey should be forthright and state that they also are mother and daughter, a forty-six-year-old PhD and twenty-five-year-old graduate student, and that they became involved in similar sexual activities with each other when the mother, Ingrid, was thirty-one and the daughter, Sonya, was ten. This relationship has carried on until the present day.

In our case, it began with Ingrid conducting an unusual experiment using her young daughter as a subject. The aim was to learn whether images of women masturbating would be arousing to a girl at various stages of her development.

Beginning at age six, and thereafter once a year for the next six years, Ingrid exposed Sonya to a series of erotic photographs and videos during hour-long sessions repeated daily for one week. Sonya was connected to instruments to measure her pulse rate, blood pressure, skin temperature, and brain activity. The results showed that as Sonya matured, her reactions to the images she was seeing intensified physically.

It should be noted that Ingrid did not intervene to stop Sonya from touching herself during these sessions (in response to or in imitation of the masturbatory acts she was seeing), nor did she do anything to overtly encourage such self-pleasuring. Ingrid did, however, observe Sonya on a concealed camera while the girl was watching videos and looking at pictures in magazines. She also had hidden cameras installed in Sonya’s bedroom so she could study her daughter’s actions when she was alone.

At ages six and seven, Sonya made no apparent attempts at masturbation during the sessions, but by age eight, she could be seen rubbing her crotch while watching the videos, and she also asked her mother at that time if she could keep one of the magazines being used. Ingrid allowed this, and then she observed Sonya playing with herself in her bedroom while looking at the pictures. It was not clear at the time whether the girl was able to achieve orgasm.

During the sessions when Sonya was ten years old, she began to verbally express significant curiosity about what she was viewing. She openly played with herself while being shown the videos, and then asked her mother to teach her how to masturbate like the women she had seen. Ingrid took Sonya into her bed and they masturbated together. It was then that Sonya experienced her first orgasm.

Ingrid and Sonya continued to masturbate together for the next two years. Then, when Sonya was twelve, Ingrid decided to modify the experiment and show her daughter videos and photos of two or more women having lesbian sex. Again, she measured the girl’s physical reactions and also observed her behavior on hidden camera. By this time, of course, Sonya was quite adept at bringing herself repeatedly to a climax, and this is what she did while watching the videos and looking at the pictures.

After having seen the images of lesbian lovemaking, Sonya was eager to try it. She spoke to her mother about her desires, and Ingrid told her that although Sonya was too young to be looking for sexual partners, if she was truly interested in learning, Ingrid would demonstrate with her some of the things women could do together.

This is how we became lesbian lovers, beginning when Sonya was twelve and Ingrid thirty-three. Thirteen years later, we are still deeply involved in sexual activity with one another, and although we each will sometimes enjoy other female partners (either separately or together), our primary relationship is with each other.

 

Personal Addendum

Finally, permit us to say that although this study was conducted with scrupulous precision and academic objectivity, we view the findings with satisfaction, and indeed with pleasure. It’s gratifying to know that we have been able to shed light on a subject far too long hidden: the natural desire for women to share themselves in a sexually intimate way with their young daughters, and the consequent beneficial behaviors flowing from that desire.  

Our hope is that as this phenomenon becomes better understood — and especially as women everywhere learn how common it truly is — many more mothers and many more daughters will experience the special closeness such activities can provide.  

 

By Naughty Mommy

 

Kenzie woke with a start. For a moment, she wasn’t sure where she was. The dark room she was sleeping in seemed familiar, but it was not her own … and then it gradually came to her.

With a feeling of relief, Kenzie recalled what had happened.

Earlier that night, a loud storm with heavy winds and crashing lightning had frightened her so badly that she’d fled from her bed to her big sister’s room, begging Brianna to let her sleep with her, just for a while. Their mother was out of town on business for a couple of days, and even though Kenzie was 13 years old and liked to think of herself as becoming mature and independent, at times she still needed the feeling of someone she loved being close and comforting.

Brianna’s room was bigger than hers, and it seemed sturdy and safe. Not long after she’d crawled into bed with her sibling, the thunder had quieted and Kenzie had fallen fast asleep.

Now, however, it was the middle of the night, and although she could hear rain falling steadily outside the window, something else had awakened her. It appeared that her sister was perhaps having a bad dream. Her moans and movements in the bed had awakened Kenzie.

 

But 16-year-old Brianna wasn’t having a bad dream — she was masturbating. She had to. Brianna masturbated every night. It was the only way she could put herself to sleep.

After she got in bed and turned out the lights, she would close her eyes and begin fantasizing, running her hands over her own body as she imagined herself in sexy situations, making love with a boy — or, much more often now, with a girl. In the past few months, that had become her favorite fantasy: kissing and touching one of the pretty girls at her school. It always got her very excited and gave her the best orgasms.

An hour earlier, Brianna had just been getting started with her nightly session of pleasuring herself when her door had opened and Kenzie came in, saying she was scared and wanted to get in bed with her.

It was frustrating, but what could she do? Brianna loved her little sister, and didn’t want her to be frightened.

Fortunately, it didn’t seem that Kenzie had realized what she’d interrupted. Brianna spent a few minutes comforting her. They’d hugged briefly beneath the covers, and although Brianna was nude (she always slept that way now because it made masturbation easier), Kenzie hadn’t said anything about that. Then the younger girl had turned over on her other side and within a few minutes appeared to be asleep.

Brianna tried to fall asleep as well. She turned from one side to the other, thinking calm, peaceful thoughts, but it was no use. After waiting a long time, hoping she would eventually drift off, Brianna at last made the decision to be very careful and quiet and give herself the orgasm she so desperately needed.

Lying on her back, she closed her eyes and pretended. As she fondled her breasts, she imagined it was Mia Hansen, the cute blonde sophomore in French class, touching her. She licked her fingers and wet the tips of her nipples, rubbing them gently, fantasizing that Mia was licking her tits.

She thought of another girl, Courtney Shaw, that sexy brunette senior with the amazing long legs who always wore such short skirts. Brianna had never met her, but whenever she pictured herself naked with Courtney it made her incredibly hot.

She pretended that while Mia was sucking on her nipples. Courtney was kissing her, and that while Brianna and Courtney were kissing, Courtney was reaching under Brianna’s skirt and putting her hand inside her panties and touching her pussy. Brianna’s fingers caressed her labia as she fantasized about Courtney and Mia making love to her.

Opening her legs a bit wider, she let one finger slide into her warm folds and ease down to find the opening to her vagina. As she pressed the tip of her finger inside herself, Brianna had to stifle a small cry. She was trying very hard to be quiet, but she was so juicy and it felt so good!

She began lightly circling her clitoris with her lubricated finger and tried her best to be still, but the mattress was not firm enough to completely conceal her movements.

 

Kenzie wondered what it was. The bed was moving in a certain rhythm, and the way she heard Brianna breathing, almost panting, it didn’t seem so much like a bad dream but more like her sister was excited, aroused. Could it be that Brianna — was masturbating?

Kenzie knew about masturbation. She’d been doing it herself since she was 12. But that was something you did in private, wasn’t it? It had never occurred to her that you might do it when someone else was right there in the bed with you, even if you assumed they were asleep.

But as she rolled that thought around in her head for a moment, the idea of masturbating with someone else suddenly became very enticing. Just imagine how naughty it would be to touch yourself that way and have someone else — like another girl, maybe even your big sister — watching while you did it, and then you would watch her touching herself too, and you could both get excited and perhaps even come at the same time. That would be awesome!

Kenzie was wide awake now. She wanted to say something, to let Brianna know that she knew, and to ask — oh please, please, let me do it with you, let me watch, and you can watch me — but she was afraid her sister might not understand or that she would get angry. So she just waited and listened.

 

Licking her lips, Brianna imagined that Mia was moving up to kiss her on the mouth while Courtney was sliding down to eat her pussy. She pushed a finger inside her moist vagina, fucking herself, dreaming it was Courtney’s tongue licking her, tasting her, penetrating her.

That was such a thrilling fantasy! It was amazing how much hotter it was to think about girls instead of boys. Sometimes at school she would look furtively at Courtney in the hallway and wonder what it would be like to lie between her long bare legs and look at her cunt. Or in French class, she would smile at Mia and Mia would smile back and Brianna would wish she could pull Mia’s clothes off and touch her tits and suck on her nipples.

Several times this year it had been so bad that she’d actually had to go into the bathroom at school and make herself come because she couldn’t stand it any longer. That was really risky because it would be easy to get caught by one of the other girls, but in a way that made it even more exciting.

Now, lying in the dark and masturbating, with her little sister asleep in bed right beside her, knowing that she was going to make herself come, and that if she wasn’t careful Kenzie might wake up and see what Brianna was doing — but maybe that would make Kenzie excited too! Could it be?

When she thought about that, about Kenzie watching her and getting excited, and Brianna allowing her to look at her wet cunt while she fucked herself, she suddenly had to come, soon, and she didn’t care who found out about it. She began to move her legs wider apart.

 

There was no doubt about it. Kenzie could hear the wet squishiness of her sister’s fingers in her pussy. She knew without question what Brianna was doing, and it sounded like she might be getting close to an orgasm. That made Kenzie extremely excited.

Slowly, very slowly, she had eased from her side onto her back. Then, as quietly and smoothly as she could, she’d slid one hand under her nightie to feel her small breasts. Her nipples were stiff and swollen and exquisitely sensitive. She’d shuddered involuntarily when she pinched a nipple and felt the shock wave of pleasure between her legs. She’d let her other hand slip inside her panties. But in order to touch more than just the edges of her soft, sparse pubic hair, she would have to open her legs.

 

Not realizing it, the two girls moved at the same time. As they both parted their thighs, their knees touched.

Brianna stopped still for a moment and turned her head to see if she had accidentally awakened her sister. What she saw in the dim light was Kenzie’s face looking back at her. She was awake, all right, apparently wide awake.

Kenzie spoke first. “Are you… touching yourself?” she whispered.

“Uh-huh,” Brianna nodded sheepishly, embarrassed to be caught, but really not wanting to stop. She let her moistened fingers find the tip of her clitoris as she stared into Kenzie’s eyes.

“Please don’t stop,” begged the younger girl. “Keep going. But… um… can I watch you?”

Hearing that request almost made Brianna come instantly. “You — you want to watch me make myself come?”

“Yeah,” nodded Kenzie, “and I want to do it too. With you.”

Brianna breathed a sigh of relief, then impulsively leaned over and gave her sister a quick kiss on the lips, and pulled back, smiling. “Okay, me too. But, um, do you want to do it in the dark? Or turn on a lamp or something?”

“In the light. I want to see!” Kenzie’s pretty face was beaming with anticipation.

“Okay,” Brianna giggled. “Just a minute.” She turned the other way and reached up to switch on the bedside lamp.

In the brighter light, Kenzie could clearly see her sister’s bare breasts. They were small, though not as small as her own, and round with beautiful erect nipples. Until that moment, Kenzie would never have imagined thinking what she was thinking just then: that she wanted to suck those nipples.

Brianna noticed her little sister staring at her chest. “Do you like my tits?” She cupped them in her hands.

Kenzie simply nodded, transfixed. “Mm-hmm.”

“Let me see yours.”

Though Brianna was three years older, the sisters were almost the same height, about 5’4”. Brianna weighed a bit more, because her body was more developed, but both girls were quite slender. Kenzie’s hair was blonde and straight, while Brianna’s was curly and dark brown, but they both had striking blue eyes that they’d inherited from their mother, an Irish beauty.

Kenzie sat up in bed and pulled her nightie off over her head. Brianna had to suppress a gasp when she saw her sister’s perfect little titties. They were conical, set high on her chest, with puffy nipples.

“Nice…” breathed the older girl. “Take off your panties too.”

Kenzie slipped her white cotton panties with pink bunnies over her narrow hips and down her long legs. When she was naked, she sat on her knees and faced her sister.

Brianna could see the younger girl’s swollen labia between her parted thighs. The lamplight caught glints of moisture in her downy pubic hair. It took Brianna’s breath away.

In all her recent fantasies of sex with girls from her school, she had never envisioned anyone quite as enticing as this, and never had she imagined that she would be sitting naked in her bed with such a girl — and certainly it had never occurred to her that the girl would be her own baby sister!

But there she was. And she was perfect.

It was Kenzie’s turn to notice the staring. Brianna’s eyes were fixed on her crotch. “Do you, um, do you wanna do it now?”

“Yeah.” Brianna took a deep breath, swallowed, then tore her eyes away and shifted in the bed until she was in the same position as Kenzie and they were facing each other.

“Wow, you’re like… smooth.”

Brianna looked down at her own pubis. She kept it shaved bare, the way she’d seen in so many of the lesbian videos she’d watched on the Internet. “Do you like it that way?”

“Yeah, it’s, um, really sexy.”

“I know. I like how it looks, and also how it feels when I, you know, touch myself.”

“Show me how you do it.”

“You mean how I shave?”

“Well, yeah, later — but right now, show me how you masturbate. I want to watch you.”

“Okay,” said Brianna, “and I want to watch you too.”

For half a minute, though, the girls remained still, just looking at each other’s nubile naked bodies. Finally, Brianna spoke. “Um, it’ll be easier for me if I lie down, though, ‘cause that’s how I always do it. Is that okay?”

“Sure, of course. And I’ll watch, all right?”

“Okay.” Brianna lay on her back next to her sister. Staring up into Kenzie’s eyes, she began to gently fondle her breasts, in the same way that she always started her masturbation sessions. But this time, instead of imagining that it was Mia or Courtney or one of the other girls from her high school classes touching her, she pretended that her little sister Kenzie was making love to her.

As she pinched her stiff nipples, Brianna felt her juices flowing between her legs. Closing her eyes, she licked her lips in delicious anticipation of the sexual sensations she was about to enjoy. After giving her breasts one last affectionate squeeze, she slowly slid both hands down over her belly to her hairless mound and to the insides of her upper thighs, where the skin was so soft and delicate and sensitive. She pulled her knees up, spreading her legs wide apart, giving herself access to her throbbing sex, and then she heard a groan from her sister.

 

Kenzie could not believe what she was seeing! In the year and a half that she’d been masturbating, her fantasies had never been anything like this. Mostly, in fact, it was a physical thing — she loved how it felt to touch her nubile body and bring herself to orgasm, and so she did it a lot, at least once a day. But whatever visions of sex danced in her head as she masturbated (when she had them at all) were somewhat generic, usually replays of romantic scenes from recent movies she’d watched, or perhaps from books she’d read. But certainly nothing like this!

As she saw Brianna begin to pull up her knees, spreading her legs apart, the younger girl felt compelled to shift her position to get a better view of what was happening. She leaned to the side, supporting herself on an elbow, and gazed down at her sister’s pussy. As she stared at the swollen labia, pink in the lamplight, she watched the lips slowly pull apart, revealing a darker center, glistening with moisture. Inhaling the aroma of her sister’s arousal, she was so overwhelmed with erotic excitement that she moaned out loud.

 

Brianna opened her eyes. She saw that Kenzie was leaning over her, looking closely at her pussy. “Do you like watching me?” she breathed.

“Yeah, it’s… you’re so beautiful,” the younger girl answered, without taking her eyes off her sister’s sex.

Brianna spread her legs even wider, wanting to give Kenzie the best view possible. She brushed her fingertips over the highly sensitive skin of her inner thighs, the way she always did before touching her pussy. It gave her a feeling of butterflies in her tummy. Then she brought her hands slowly together, tenderly squeezing her labia between them. It felt so good it made her catch her breath.

She heard her sister whimper, apparently with passion, and then she saw the girl’s hand moving toward her own crotch. Kenzie lifted one slender leg, allowing her fingers to caress her pussy lips, and then, as Brianna watched, Kenzie’s middle finger disappeared between her labia and she heard her groan.

Brianna moved her hands ever so slightly, sliding them side by side in a gentle sawing motion. It was a technique she’d discovered in the bathroom at school, a way she could stimulate herself quietly but effectively. It always brought her close to orgasm very quickly.

 

Even though it was comfortably warm in the house that night, Kenzie felt herself shivering with excitement, trembling with lust. Watching Brianna squeeze her labia between her hands, she noticed gleaming beads of moisture emerging from the crack between those beautiful lips. It was intensely arousing, and it made Kenzie aware of how wet she was too.

She moved one hand to her crotch, lifted her thigh, and touched herself. Her vulva was hot and steamy. She gently caressed her labia, then let her middle finger slide between her lips. She was so wet inside that her fingertip slid easily inward, toward the opening to her vagina. She groaned in pleasure.

 

The trick that Brianna used on her pussy lips at school, when she wanted to come quickly but quietly, was guaranteed to bring her to the edge in almost no time. She could just unzip her jeans or pull up her skirt and do it right through her panties. It was easy, fast, almost silent, and very satisfying. Tonight, however, there was no need to keep anything hidden. She wanted to be open with Kenzie, to let her little sister see everything, to watch closely while she fucked herself with her fingers, to look right inside her cunt when she was coming.

Brianna tried to shift a bit to her side, putting her pussy more directly in line with Kenzie’s gaze. As she did, her leg bumped against the younger girl’s elbow. To Brianna’s surprise, Kenzie responded by pushing herself up straight and then lifting her own leg over Brianna’s so she was kneeling, straddling her thigh, her wet pussy just above Brianna’s knee. Keeping her right hand at her crotch, her middle finger diddling her vagina, Kenzie used her left hand to press against Brianna’s other leg, her right leg, pushing her sister’s thighs open as far as they would go.

 

When Brianna dipped two fingers from each hand between her pussy lips and then pulled them apart, opening her labia and revealing the shiny pink wetness within, Kenzie gasped. “Omigod!”

Involuntarily, instinctively, Kenzie lowered her sex onto Brianna’s thigh and began humping her. She still had a finger inside her pussy, but she was pressing herself against her sister’s warm thigh. Her other hand went to her breasts to pinch her little nipples.

 

“You are so hot…” sighed Brianna.

Kenzie looked at her. Their eyes met and locked together. Both girls seemed to realize they were taking a big step, crossing a line, moving into uncharted territory. What they were doing was wrong, wasn’t it? And yet, and yet — it felt so good, how could they stop now?

“You are so fucking hot,” repeated Brianna.

“So are you,” answered Kenzie as she increased the thrust of her crotch against the older girl’s leg. “I’m — ah! — I’m — I’m — getting close!”

“Are you going to come on me, baby? Are you going to come on my leg?” Brianna wanted to come, badly, but even more than that she wanted to watch her little sister climax first. She held her cunt wide open with her fingers, in case Kenzie wanted to look at her again, but for the moment stopped masturbating.

“Yeah, I’m… ” the 13-year-old glanced briefly down at her sister’s wet pink pussy, and then back again at her eyes, at her lips, at her beautiful tits. She wanted to kiss her sister, wanted to kiss her mouth, her breasts, suck her nipples, lick her pussy, make love to her… “I’m, oh god!!!” and then she was coming.

 

It was the peak moment of Brianna’s existence up to that point. Better than any orgasm she had ever given herself, far more thrilling than any fantasy she could devise, this experience of having an unbelievably desirable young girl, so small and slender, barely pubescent — but naked, aroused, in heat, mounting her leg, rubbing her pussy against her, and then climaxing while she watched! Brianna could only lie there, her heart pounding, her mouth agape, astounded at the perfectly wonderful turn her life was taking.

“Ohhh!!! Oooohhhh….!!!” cried Kenzie.

She looked so much like a child, so thin and delicate with barely visible breasts — and yet, at the same time, fully a woman in her sexual desires — and she was bringing herself to a powerful orgasm atop Brianna’s thigh.

Brianna could feel the wetness from her sister’s pussy on her leg, could feel the girl’s hot slippery sex sliding against her. She wanted to touch Kenzie down there herself, wanted to rub her clit, make her come. Was it possible that Kenzie would actually let her do such a thing?

 

Kenzie’s eyes had been closed while she was climaxing, but suddenly they shot wide open. She shuddered violently, uttered a last loud groan, and then pitched forward on the bed, lying on her back next to her sister, panting and gently twitching.

Brianna watched her for a moment, then turned onto her side, facing Kenzie. As she stared at the girl’s lovely face, she slowly pressed two fingers into the opening of her own vagina. She was very wet and they slid in without much resistance. The feeling of being filled and probed caused her to moan, loudly. Kenzie’s eyelids fluttered.

Brianna’s two fingers pressed more deeply inside herself, then slid out a little bit, and then pressed back in, harder and deeper. As she began to fuck herself, she used her other hand to rub her clit. She would come, and soon.

Kenzie’s eyelids fluttered again. Brianna watched as the nubile blonde licked her lips. It made Brianna want to kiss her. She knew now that she had to have her, had to fuck her — but did that make Brianna a lesbian? Were both of them?

It didn’t really matter. Brianna didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted to touch that beautiful young body and kiss that mouth, and the fact that she was lusting for someone of her own sex — her own baby sister! — didn’t matter at all. She would have her, she would fuck her, they would be lovers… and then suddenly Brianna was coming.

 

Kenzie heard cries of passion, moaning and groaning, whimpers and squeaks. Emerging from her fugue, she realized that Brianna was climaxing. She turned on her side toward her sister and watched.

Brianna’s eyes were tightly shut. Her face reflected total ecstasy, deep feelings of intense sexual satisfaction that Kenzie knew well. She smiled, happy with the thought that the two of them were now so close that they could share this joy, this ultimate pleasure together.

She could smell Brianna’s hot wetness. It brought a renewed feeling of desire to her. She wanted to come again too. She started rubbing herself.

 

As Brianna came down from her climax, she opened her eyes and looked at Kenzie. Their faces were just inches apart. Brianna sighed and smiled, and Kenzie smiled back at her. Removing her two fingers from inside her cunt, Brianna lifted them to her mouth and sucked on them.

“You like doing that too?” asked Kenzie.

“What, masturbate? Well, yeah…”

“No,” Kenzie giggled, “I mean taste yourself, after you come.”

“Oh. Yeah, I do. You too?”

“Uh-huh.” Kenzie wriggled a bit, pushing a finger between her pussy lips and into her vagina. Then she brought the wet finger to her mouth and licked it while looking into her sister’s eyes.

Brianna smiled again. She moved her other hand down and dipped it into her pussy, then gave herself another taste of her juices.

Kenzie did the same thing and the girls giggled, scrunching closer together until their knees and foreheads were touching.

They lay like that for a while, gently sucking on their own fingers, gazing into each other’s eyes, warm in the glow of completed orgasms, but both aware of a growing desire for more.

Finally, Brianna whispered. “I think I want to kiss you.”

Kenzie’s reply was an even softer whisper. “Okay.”

It didn’t happen immediately. They remained poised on the brink for a minute or two longer, their warm breath mixing, their passions increasing. Each could feel the pull of the other’s tempting body. They would look into each other’s eyes, then at their lips, then down to their nipples, then back to their eyes.

Brianna slowly withdrew her fingers from her mouth. She reached toward her sister, sliding her hand behind her neck, then turned her head slightly so their mouths could meet.

It was a tender, perfect kiss, but one filled with urgency. The first kiss led to another, then another. Brianna put her arms around Kenzie, and Kenzie hugged Brianna. They kissed deeply, tongues exploring, and crushed their naked bodies together.

After what seemed like a long time, kissing, sucking, nibbling at one another’s lips, the girls finally drew apart, giggling and grinning as they wiped their mouths and tried to catch their breath.

“You know what?” Kenzie said.

“What?”

“I want to do it again.”

“Kiss some more?” asked Brianna.

“No, I mean, um, I wanna, you know, masturbate again.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh, is that okay?”

“Well, yeah, but, um…” Brianna swallowed hard. She knew she was crossing a line, but she couldn’t hold back. She had to at least ask. “Do you mind if I, like, help you?”

“What do you mean?” said Kenzie, eyes growing wide.

“I mean, help you… you know, rub you. And you could do me too. We could do each other.”

“Wow! Oh my god, yes!” The 13-year-old exclaimed, her pretty face glowing with excitement.

 

It was somewhat awkward at first. Neither of them had any experience with other girls. Brianna had made out with boys a few times, but that was all. Both were still virgins, though neither had an intact hymen. Their fingers had taken care of that.

And now their hands and fingers were for the first time touching and exploring the sex of another girl. The sisters lay side by side, gazing into each other’s eyes, occasionally kissing but mostly concentrating on the things they could feel, what their fingertips were discovering, noticing the differences and the similarities between their pussies.

“How do you, um, how do you want me to do it?” Kenzie asked.

“Can you, like, fuck me? That’s what I like most. Put your fingers inside, two fingers, all right? As deep as you can.”

“God, um, all right.”

Brianna closed her eyes. She lifted her top leg, giving Kenzie easier access. The younger girl took a deep breath, reached a bit lower, found the opening she was looking for, and pressed a finger in. Her sister’s vagina was surprisingly hot inside, and very moist and slippery. She pushed the finger in still deeper.

“Two fingers,” Brianna groaned, “two fingers, okay?”

“Okay,” Kenzie nodded.

But just as she made the move to add a second digit, she suddenly twitched, uttering a cry. Brianna’s fingers were rubbing Kenzie’s clit and had found the precise spot. This was exactly how Kenzie liked it best. She could barely breathe, and couldn’t stop shaking. It was hard to think about anything else, but somehow she forced herself to do what her sister wanted, to give her the pleasure she desired. She added another finger, shoving them in as deep as she could, and then they kissed.

 

Kissing, fucking, rubbing — they were in perfect rhythm, fingers moving fast, passion mounting — the sweet smell of sex and sweat and lust permeating the night air.

The physical sensations were unbelievably intense. Both girls moaned loudly, and the sounds of their moans and of their fingers playing in the wetness between their legs was almost enough on its own to make them come. But even more than the sounds or the sensations, it was the knowledge of what they were doing — sisters having sex — that drove them so wild.

Finally they reached climax, tremendously powerful simultaneous orgasms that seemed to go on for a full minute, backs arching, hips thrusting, fingers delving, voices crying out. When at last it was over and they came back to reality, they huddled in one another’s arms, gasping for breath, foreheads pressed together, neither able to say a word for almost another minute.

 

Brianna spoke first. “You okay?” she panted.

“Uh-huh, yeah,” replied her little sister. “You?”

“Uh-huh. Perfect, totally perfect.”

The rain had stopped. The storm had passed. It was quiet outside.

After they shared one more soft kiss, Brianna asked, “You wanna go back to bed now? To your own bed, I mean?”

Kenzie shook her head. “No.”

“Okay, good,” the older girl giggled.

Wrapped in one another’s arms, they nuzzled, hugged, softy caressed, and soon were drifting off to sleep, blissfully content.

 

THE END

By Naughty Mommy

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